Bandeles Quotes & Sayings

So just as spatial language does not invoke an empty coordinate system, temporal language does not invoke a free-running clock. Space is reckoned with reference to objects as they are conceived by humans, including the uses to which they are put, and time is reckoned with respect to actions as they are conceived by humans, including their abilities and intentions. As central as space and time are to our language and thought, a conscious appreciation of them as universal media into which our experiences are fitted is a refined accomplishment of the science and mathematics of the early modern period. — Steven Pinker

My mom didn't believe in putting chemicals in hair. But when I got to college, we didn't have A/C in our dorms freshman year. So after several days of waking up looking like a Chia Pet, I was like 'OK, I'm gonna get a perm.' And then my hair revolted and fell out. I was over that quick, fast and in a hurry. — Keshia Knight Pulliam

Most of the things I worried about in life never happened. — Mark Twain

Tenderness and lust are just immature little brothers of love. Yes of course it was lust ... but I'm not sure how evolved or resolved that lust was. — Laurel Nakadate

I just have to concentrate on doing what I do. — Laura Linney

A movie set, Julia, is a tiny, intimate world, divorced from reality. No, immune to it." She smiled to herself. "Fantasy, however difficult the work, is its own addiction. Which is why so many of us delude ourselves into believing we've fallen desperately in love with another character in that shiny bubble - for the length of time it takes to create a film. — Nora Roberts

Their pooled emotions wouldn't fill a teaspoon. — Dorothy Parker

As Robert Musil once observed, an essay is an "attempt," but it is an attempt that is qualified and determined. For Musil, the essay eschews conventional notions of "true" and "false," "wise" and "unwise," but it is "nevertheless subject to laws that are no less strict than they appear to be delicate and ineffable" (Musil, 1953/1995, p. 301). The essay, still according to Musil, therefore lingers somewhere "between amor intellectualis and poetry. — Michael Hviid Jacobsen