Mcbeth Quotes

It's that knowledge that sustains you through tough times, the certainty that you will always be less without each other than you are together.

She was the dawn and the sea and the sky, and every color ever seen by every sailor ever sailed. McBeth Johnson, the day he fell in love.

How is she feeling? Like a bag of cats, her dad would have said. She is feeling that something is bothering her and for once she is going to say what is on her mind.

Up above she spies a murmuration of starlings like a dark cloud of iron shavings wheeling, turning and swooping in the sky.

Would it stop the thoughts exploding like bang snaps in her head?

Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.

If you have a problem, take it for a walk, my dad used to say.

Before she answers, she’d like to know what the truth will cost her. She’d like a crystal ball to see where it will lead her. She doesn’t like walking in the dark with no sense of what lies ahead.

Taking deep breaths she smells the mossy scent of the riverbank. The same smell you get just after it has rained. Petrichor, that’s what it’s called.

He’s only drinking tea. How can that possibly produce such a violent reaction?

I’d like to be able to walk down the street and not want to disappear. No one gets it, not really. I didn’t value it until it was gone. Your reputation is the most valuable thing you have. That’s what they took from me.

Oh Tess, I’d love to, but I can’t, I’ve got work/emails/gym/I’m too tired.’ Delete as appropriate.

Fucking hell, Eve, you’ve been listening to REM? Why didn’t you call me? I had no idea it was that bad.

Life is about forward momentum.

to, when DCI Gunn expected me to collapse in a puddle.

The same smell you get just after it has rained. Petrichor, that’s what it’s called. She searched for the term on the Internet years

Rehearse your answers, they'd better be good.

It’s about coming across a person who has something you didn’t even know you wanted.

I visited McBeth’s eleventh and twelfth grade classes, which were both working on prototypes for projects they had approached through design thinking. One was a revitalization scheme for Toronto’s waterfront, and the other was creating an indoor agriculture system. The students were producing all sorts of creative solutions, from elaborate models of their waterfront developments to fish farms where the fish’s own waste would fertilize the plants that cleaned the water. It was loud, messy work. At one point, three girls were hand-sawing a piece of lumber balanced between two desks, and sawdust quickly coated their preppy uniforms and hair. With a few exceptions, all the students said they preferred to work without computers on this type of project. They felt they had more creative freedom, were less distracted, could be more accurate to their vision, and gained a better understanding of the scale and materials involved. It also seemed more fun. The groups building models and contraptions around the room were laughing and joking as they glued and taped and cut and broke things. The only ones working on computers were two girls who gave up on a model and decided to make an app instead. They sat side by side, quietly checking out the pricing options on various app-building websites, flipping over to Facebook whenever McBeth was out

I was a good sleeper, bordering on the professional in the sense that if I put my mind to it I could sleep anywhere, at any time.

If no one believed her, did that mean it wasn’t real? If no one saw her, would she not exist?

Would she throw her arms wide open and spin around until she’s dizzy to revel in the miracle that has granted her an extra, glorious moment of life? Would she stretch out that second, squeeze every shred of pleasure from it, knowing as she does that time is finite, that it slips past so quickly and when it’s gone it can’t be repeated?

When you find yourself swimming upstream for the sake of God's Word, you're definitely on course. The problem is most people would rather be comfortable than obedient, because true kindness must be an action, not a reaction.

The greatest coaches aren't the ones whose teams never lose. They're the ones who grow the most from every setback.

When a person's heart gets filled up with anything in life, it is gonig to spill out of their mouth. That's how you can tell what is in a person's heart-just listen to what they talk about regularly. The mouth is the ventilation system for the heart.