Tried Quotes
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He's going to get evaluated, get it looked at and they'll see what they should do. He tried to fight through some of the discomfort and everything. Me and his family got together and we decided this would be the best thing to do at this time.
J. M. Roberts
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The possible has been tried and failed. Now it's time to try the impossible.
Sun Ra
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Yet humanity could not conceive. It tried and tried, and called mighty wizards from every corner of its earthly kingdom, but no child came. Many mourned, and said that a child was a terrible idea to begin with, ...
Catherynne M. Valente
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Growing up, for me, it was in a musical family, so my mum and her brothers and sisters always sang. Every time I tried to join their group when I was little, they were like, 'Ah, darling, you're not too good - just sit back and watch us.'
Dinah Jane
Fifth Harmony
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It would be unsound fancy and self-contradictory to expect that things which have never yet been done can be done except by means which have never yet been tried.
Francis Bacon
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Give it your best shot, have a good time and if it doesn't work at least you tried!
Mel C
Spice Girls
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What is conservatism? Is it not the adherence to the old and tried against the new and untried?
Abraham Lincoln
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If they tried that in Australia we'd have kicked their ass!
Ben Gillies
Silverchair
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I tell you solemnly, that I have many times tried to become an insect. But I was not equal even to that. I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness — a real thorough-going illness.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
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All I've ever tried to do is play real people.
Alan Alda
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So I have tried to make it clear that it is wrong to use immoral means to attain moral ends. But now I must affirm that it is just as wrong, or even more so, to use moral means to preserve immoral ends.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
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A cold wind raced across the surrounding fields of wild grass, turning the land into a heaving dark-green ocean. It sighed up through the branches of cherry trees and rattled the thick leaves. Sometimes a cherry would break loose, tumble in the gale, fall and split, filling the night with its fragrance. The air was iron and loam and growth.
He walked and tried to pull these things into his lungs, the silence and coolness of them.
But someone was screaming, deep inside him. Someone was talking.
Charles Beaumont
