Cell Like A City Quotes & Sayings

Life sends us messages all the time - then sits around laughing over how we're not gonna be able to figure them out. — James Sallis

When I say that I am convinced of these things I speak with too much pride. Far off, like a perfect pearl, one can see the city of God. It is so wonderful that it seems as if a child could reach it in a summer's day. And so a child could. But with me and such as me it is different. One can realise a thing in a single moment, but one loses it in the long hours that follow with leaden feet. It is so difficult to keep 'heights that the soul is competent to gain.' We think in eternity, but we move slowly through time; and how slowly time goes with us who lie in prison I need not tell again, nor of the weariness and despair that creep back into one's cell, and into the cell of one's heart, with such strange insistence that one has, as it were, to garnish and sweep one's house for their coming, as for an unwelcome guest, or a bitter master, or a slave whose slave it is one's chance or choice to be. — Oscar Wilde

Notebook. No photographer should be without one! — Ansel Adams

Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door. — David Goodis

I became a writer because I love to read, yet I never get to unless I'm reviewing a book or doing research. — Beth Gutcheon

I'm not saying we purposely introduced bugs or anything, but this is kind of a natural result of any complexities of software ... that you can't fully test it. — Will Wright

Great thought, great achievement, and great love have this in common: all involve great risk. — Dee Hock

Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean. — Aldous Huxley

Some learned writers ... have compared a Scorpion to an Epigram ... because as the sting of the Scorpion lyeth in the tayl, so the force and virtue of an epigram is in the conclusion. — Edward Topsell

If a piece of steel or a piece of salt, consisting of atoms one next to the other, can have such interesting properties; if water - which is nothing but these little blobs, mile upon mile of the same thing over the earth - can form waves and foam, and make rushing noises and strange patterns as it runs over cement; if all of this, all the life of a stream of water, can be nothing but a pile of atoms, how much more is possible? If — Richard Feynman

Oh no not again! Not again!" she ran back from the window — Charon Lloyd-Roberts

Who is the most favored of God? He from whom the greatest good comes to His creatures. — Muhammad

If you turn into a hideous monster and I am sent to slay you, I will remember this and make it as painless as I can, out of respect for you. — Jim Butcher

I'd never had anything I could call my own, but Eliza Reynolds would always be mine. — Aly Martinez

The cell is a city of production centres, each part working away like mad, and it's co-ordinated. Six trillion cells in a body - you can't help but be moved. — Charles Jencks

To grasp the reality of life as it has been revealed by molecular biology, we must magnify a cell a thousand million times until it is twenty kilometers in diameter and resembles a giant airship large enough to cover a great city like London or New York. What we would then see would be an object of unparalleled complexity and adaptive design. On the surface of the cell we would see millions of openings, like the port holes of a vast space ship, opening and closing to allow a continual stream of materials to flow in and out. If we were to enter one of these openings we would find ourselves in a world of supreme technology and bewildering complexity. — Michael Denton

Life wants you to connect deeply with the hearts of other people - struggle together and rejoice together. — Bryant McGill

Why are you doing this?" Clary said. "Sebastian, why are you saying all these things?"
"Because I finally can," Sebastian said. "You've no idea what it's been like, being around the lot of you these past few days, having to pretend I could stand you. That the sight of you didn't make me sick. You," he said to Jace, "every second you're not panting after your own sister, you're whining on and on about how daddy didn't love you. Well, who could blame him? And you, you stupid bitch"-he turned to Clary-"giving that priceless book away to a half-breed warlock; have you got a single brain cell in that tiny head of yours? And you-" He directed his next sneer at Alec. "I think we all know what's wrong with you. They shouldn't let your kind in the Clave. You're disgusting. — Cassandra Clare

The breath of the mind is attention 128 — Joseph Joubert