Coriolis Quotes & Sayings

It would be nice to believe that we humans were designed to love everyone unconditionally. Nice, but rather unlikely from an evolutionary perspective. Parochial love - love within groups - amplified by similarity, a sense of shared fate, and the suppression of free riders, may be the most we can accomplish. — Jonathan Haidt

There was an interesting development in the CBS-Westmoreland trial:
both sides agreed that after the trial, Andy Rooney would be allowed to
talk to the jury for three minutes about little things that annoyed him
during the trial. — David Letterman

I began to experience, over the course of the next three months, full-blown insomnia. I'm not talking about the romantic kind, not the sweet sleeplessness one has when one is in love, anxiously awaiting the morn so one can rendezvous with a lover in an illicit gazebo. No, this was the torturous, clammy kind, when one's pillow slowly takes on the properties of a block of wood and one's sheets, the air of the Everglades. — Marisha Pessl

GLOUCESTER
Now, good sir, what are you?
EDGAR
A most poor man made tame to fortune's blows,
Who by the art of known and feeling sorrows
Am pregnant to good pity. — William Shakespeare

When you love, deeply love another human being, really deeply, somewhere you will feel that you are still alone, and this very beloved human being has no access. — Irina Tweedie

Don't stop at the Ford's because they're at Gerald Flatt's," a short kid says in passing.
"Super dooper!" Granny's dentures clickity-clack. "Don't stomp on the Lord just because it's raining cats." She nods and adjusts her hearing aid. "Those are words to live by, little man! — Jenny B. Jones

Trying what?" cried Maury fiercely. "Trying to pierce the darkness of political idealism with some wild, despairing urge toward truth? Sitting day after day supine in a rigid chair and infinitely removed from life staring at the tip of a steeple through the trees, trying to separate, definitely and for all time, the knowable from the unknowable? Trying to take a piece of actuality and give it glamour from your own soul to make for that inexpressible quality it possessed in life and lost in transit to paper or canvas? — F Scott Fitzgerald

The nights are filled with explosion and motor transport, and wind that brings them up over the downs a last smack of the sea. Day begins with a hot cup and a cigarette over a little table with a weak leg that Roger has repaired, provisionally, with brown twine. There's never much talk but touches and looks, smiles together, curses for parting. It is marginal, hungry, chilly - most times they're too paranoid to risk a fire - but it's something they want to keep, so much that to keep it they will take on more than propaganda has ever asked them for. They are in love. Fuck the war. — Thomas Pynchon

Always thinks of the other; ego thinks only of oneself. Love is always considerate; ego is absolutely inconsiderate. Ego has only one language and that is of self. Ego always uses the other; love is ready to be used, love is ready to serve. — Philip Toshio Sudo

How unhappy is he who cannot forgive himself. — Publilius Syrus

The mind can also be an erogenous zone. — Raquel Welch

I speak as a man of the world to men of the world; and I say to you, Search the Scriptures! The Bible is the book of all others, to be read at all ages, and in all conditions of human life; not to be read once or twice or thrice through, and then laid aside, but to be read in small portions of one or two chapters every day, and never to be intermitted, unless by some overruling necessity. — John Quincy Adams

What is troubling us is the tendency to believe that the mind is like a little man within. — Ludwig Wittgenstein

Knock, knock."

Johnny raised his eyebrows impatiently, waiting for her to continue.

"You're supposed to say, 'Who's there?'" Maggie prodded.

"Who's there?" Johnny parroted.

"Sarah." She waited. "Say Sarah who."

"Sarah who?" Johnny droned.

"Sarah reason you're not lettin' me in?"

Johnny rolled his eyes, and Maggie giggled a little — Amy Harmon

We assume that our consciousness lies inside our body, but what if our body actually lies inside our consciousness? What if the body is actually the vessel we use for moving around inside ourselves because we are space, we are the universe, we are all that is, we are consciousness - and this consciousness utilizes a physical body in order to obtain experience? Are we anything more than a unique living being that exists along with many other life forms on this planet, our Mother Earth? — Camillo Loken