The master does his job and then stops. He understands that the universe is forever out of control, and that trying to dominate events goes against the current of the Tao.
Like a bicycle, like a wheel that, once rolling, is stable only so long as it keeps moving but falls when its momentum stops, so the game between a man and woman, once begun, can exist only so long as it progresses. If the forward movement today is no more than it was yesterday, the game is over.
A winner never stops trying.
Stories never really end. They can go on and on and on. It's just that sometimes, at a certain point, one stops telling them.
What stops you killing yourself when you're intoxicated out of your mind is the thought that once you're dead you won't be able to drink any more.
If my gravy train stops at SAG, honey, it's been a great ride.
When the clock Tick Tocks the party never stops!
I've got to make some decisions just like any other player that has ever played this game, that eventually the clock stops, their basketball clock stops.
You learn to accept defeat graciously in golf. Unlike other sports, the game itself is a constant opponent. It never stops. A golfer is fortunate to win a few times. We spend our whole lives trying to conquer something, and we lose a lot more than we win.
Love is an incredible thing but we don't know love like we should. Unconditional love we don't know it because if a person stops stimulating us, we stop loving them.
Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.
A parent gives life, but as parent, gives no more. A murderer takes life, but his deed stops there. A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.
When, then, does plunder stop? It stops when it becomes more painful and more dangerous than labor.
God's time never stops.
Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.
Educating a beautiful woman is like pouring honey into a fine Swiss watch: everything stops.
When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail stops coming.
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
The light is not quantifiable. You experience it in meditation when thought stops. When you go beyond the limitations of the ego, the light is waiting for you.
An addict never stops growing. Stupider.