102 Quotes About March

March out of the common line; make bold steps ahead and dance to the tune of a sweeter, better and nicer tone of your own music. March out of the tiny box!

If you wait until you find something to speak up for, something that you’re passionate about that concerns you and attacks your own beliefs, then eventually, when the day finally arrives, you might also find that you have forgotten how to speak.

Who was that Prince?Yesterday Anybody hasn't knew my name,It’s really true (gorgeous Prince with brightly brown eyes. Watch Out!). He swishes U’ve seen Us makin' shields (She've got her eye on this Prince, couldn’t get him off her mind). Even though Everybody has me thinkin': Who was that Prince?© Copyrights/ Who was that Prince, Author and Teacher: Jocylio Moraes (The Little Prince), March 8th/2020-Sunday, Chapter 68/366

The good news is that Christ frees us from the need to obnoxiously focus on our goodness, our commitment, and our correctness. Religious has made us obsessive almost beyond endurance. Jesus invited us to a dance...and we've turned in into a march of soldiers, always checking to see if we're doing it right and are in step and in line with the other soldiers. We know a dance would be more fun, but we believe we must go through hell to get to heaven, so we keep marching.

The drum to which we march reveals the conductor to whom we’re listening.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

People marched not just because of what Donald Trump did, but because of what all the Donald Trumps have always done. Women marched not just because a woman had lost, but because we too were all done with losing.

Vacate the bench of rest and play the game of the bests. Keep on marching; no more benching!

They captured in their ramble all the mysteries and magics of a March evening. Very still and mild it was, wrapped in a great, white, brooding silence -- a silence which was yet threaded through with many little silvery sounds which you could hear if you hearkened as much with your soul as your ears. The girls wandered down a long pineland aisle that seemed to lead right out into the heart of a deep-red, overflowing winter sunset.