Broken Light Bulb Quotes & Sayings

He had so very nearly lost his life, that what remained was wonderfully precious to him. — D.H. Lawrence

How many Lojbanists does it take to change a broken
light-bulb?" goes the old Lojban joke. "Two: one to decide
what to change it into and one to decide what kind of bulb
emits broken light. — Arika Okrent

In the old days, Christmas lights had come in short strings that were wired serially. If a single bulb burned out or even just loosened in its socket, the circuit was broken and the entire string went dark. One of the season's rituals for Gary and Chip had been to tighten each little brass-footed bulb in a darkened string and then, if this didn't work, to replace each bulb in turn until the dead culprit was found. (What joy the boys had taken in the resurrection of a string!) By the time Denise was old enough to help with the lights, the technology had advanced. The wiring was parallel, and the bulbs had snap-in plastic bases. A single faulty light didn't affect the rest of the community but identified itself instantly for instant replacement ... — Jonathan Franzen

Her mother had responded in kind, and the result was "unpleasantness and misery rebounding all the time. — Francine Prose

Books like a box of chocolates; each one sweet and unique! — Pamela Tomlin

Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds.
My Prince! She thought. He chops off heads!
How could I marry anyone
Who does that sort of thing for fun?
The Prince cried, Who's this dirty slut?
Off with her nut! Off with her nut! — Roald Dahl

We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard.
[Address at Rice University, September 12 1962] — John F. Kennedy

My tongue was handed down to me
by datus and katipuneros. The truth is
my mouth is a battlefield that
you wouldn't know how to fight in. — Danabelle Gutierrez

... But she sees that his mouth sucks on his mischievousness as one might savor a hard candy. — Jennie Fields

Meg gagged. "I hate bugs."
That made sense for a daughter of the agriculture goddess, but to me the dead ant didn't seem any grosser than the piles of garbage in which we often swam. — Rick Riordan

She herself had grown up without any one spot of earth being dearer than another: there was no center of earth pieties, of grave endearing traditions, to which her heart could revert and from which it could draw strength for itself and tenderness for others. — Edith Wharton