Celtic Hyperbole Quotes & Sayings
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He did not believe in luck at all, good or bad. Gamblers believed in luck, and he was not a gambler. Never had been, never would be. John Henry Holliday believed in mathematics, in statistics, in the computation of odds. Fifty-two cards in a deck. Make it easy. Say it's fifty. Any card has a 2 percent chance of being dealt from a full deck. Keep track of what's out. Adjust the probabilities as the hand progresses. — Mary Doria Russell
As you get older, your voice changes, as well. Your voice should be able to last as long as you last. — Betty Buckley
Overcome your guilt. Care, but not too much. Take responsibility, but don't blame yourself. Protect, save, help- but know when to give up. They're precarious ledges to walk. How do I do it? — Brandon Sanderson
Doctor: I have some good news and some bad news. Patient: What's the good news? Doctor: The tests you took showed that you have twenty-four hours to live. Patient:That's the good news? What's the bad news? Doctor: I forgot to call you yesterday. — Thomas Cathcart
She had discovered long ago that you could use a computer without understanding how it worked. Just as you could use an automobile, vacuum cleaner - or your own brain. — Michael Crichton
The problem with radio frequency (RF) exposure is not the small amount of brain tumors, is it the large amount of subtle alterations in the brain that lead to attention, confusion, insomnia and fatigue problems. — Steven Magee
Basketball, like all sports, is predicated on the execution of fundamentals. The coach is a teacher. His subject: fundamentals — Jack Ramsay
Having an enviable career is one thing. Being a happy person is another — Bill Watterson
She had been born to cradle other people's children, wear their hand-me-down clothing, eat their leftovers, live on borrowed happiness and grief, grow old beneath other people's roofs, die one day in her miserable little room in the far courtyard in a bed that did not belong to her, and be buried in a common grave in the public cemetery. — Isabel Allende