'Ides of March' I did for scale - scale as a director, scale as an actor, scale as a writer.
The past went that-a-way. When faced with a totally new situation, we tend always to attach ourselves to the objects, to the flavor of the most recent past. We look at the present through a rear view mirror. We march backwards into the future.
You want soldiers who, when they get to a river after a long march, don't start rooting for their canteen in their pack, but just dive right in.
Appear at points which the enemy must hasten to defend; march swiftly to places where you are not expected.
But only that soul can be my friend which I encounter on the line of my own march, that soul to which I do not decline, and which does not decline me, but, native of the same celestial latitude, repeats in its own all my experience.
When temptations march monotonously in regiments, one waits for to pass.
The march of good fortune has backward slips: to retreat one or two paces gives wings to the jumper.
If you believe in your company. If you believe in your product. If you believe in yourself. Then you can march to success.
We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire.
I apologize to those supporting Wii U about the lack of new titles from Nintendo in January and February but please understand we will have new titles to offer from March onward.
One's intelligence may march about and about a problem, but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next it is there.
I am more than ever convinced that communism is on the march on a worldwide scale which only America can stop.
In too many instances, the march to globalization has also meant the marginalization of women and girls. And that must change.
If there is one sound the follows the march of humanity, it is the scream.
The mentality of an army on the march is merely so much delayed adolescence; it remains persistently, incorrigibly and notoriously infantile.
No religion is suddenly rejected by any people; it is rather gradually outgrown. None sees a religion die; dead religions are like dead languages and obsolete customs: the decay is long and - like the glacier march - is perceptible only to the careful watcher by comparisons extending over long periods.
When I came to write my Thomas Cromwell books, I moved onto the center ground of English history, but I was never there before. I didn't feel it was my history particularly, coming from Northern Britain, being of Irish extraction, being a cradle Catholic. The image of England I grew up with felt somewhere else. There was an official England in postcards, but it wasn't one I had visited. But I decided to march onto the center ground and occupy it whether it was mine or not.
Disaster movies do us the psychological service of forcing a quick march through the worst that could happen. At the end we see that you win a few, you lose a few, some cars are up in trees, and only the most attractive of the young people have survived.
Marches alone won't bring integration when human respect is disintegratin