Cs Sz Rok Klubja Quotes & Sayings

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw. — Jenny Han

Sang: "Miss you." Silas: "7. — C.L.Stone

Saba used to say there was a difference between bravery and courage. Bravery was doing something dangerous without thinking. Courage was walking into danger, knowing full well the risks. — Gayle Forman

Single photons are not usually evident, but in the laboratory we can produce a beam of light so faint that it consists of a stream of single photons, which we can detect as individuals just as we can detect individual electrons or buckyballs. And we can repeat Young's experiment employing a beam sufficiently sparse that the photons reach the barrier one at a time, with a few seconds between each arrival. If we do that, and then add up all the individual impacts recorded by the screen on the far side of the barrier, we find that together they build up the same interference pattern that would be built up if we performed the Davisson-Germer experiment but fired the electrons (or buckyballs) at the screen one at a time. To physicists, that was a startling revelation: If individual particles interfere with themselves, then the wave nature of light is the property not just of a beam or of a large collection of photons but of the individual particles. — Stephen Hawking

I have a million ideas. I'm boiling over with them. I had to go for a walk to get away from them, but the problem with ideas is that the more you walk, the more you get. They breed in the brainpan. — Lauren Groff

It was not surprising that after the war Dostoevsky was linked to Kierkegaard as a prophet of social resignation. — Martin Jay

Most gods find it hard to walk and think at the same time. — Terry Pratchett

A douche of spray blinded my brother for a moment. — H.G.Wells

Essex was just a shadow in the room, the shadow of a thing I wanted, which was itself a shadow of wanting. But it was unspeakably sweet to feel even that, and terrifying to know how quickly it would pass. A moment inscribed on water, a memory that would fade to grey. I was nothing but a ghost hunter, chasing the wraith of the man I used to be. A beachcomber of my own detritus. — Alexis Hall