Detachment Memorable Quotes & Sayings

Won't you take me to Monkey-Town? — Kathy Reichs

Metric is part of transparent visual management allowing pulling. — Pearl Zhu

Naps are a way of traveling painlessly through time into the future. — Thomas Carlyle

When we hold hands, it seems as if our blood flows together. We could kiss forever if we didn't have to go to school or work. — Gary Chapman

We are just at the studio, me and my choreographers, we are spending like 30 nights and we are thinking, what is my next dance move? Because in Korea there are huge expectations about my dancing. So it was a lot of pressure. — Psy

We live in a world where those things that we never imagine could ever do something, did the best. — Jestoni Revealed

[C]reationists [and] other religious enthusiasts [are], in many parts of the world ... , the most dangerous adversaries of science. — Steven Weinberg

A traditionalist's values are gleaned from all that is good in the past. — Fennel Hudson

I swear, I'll try harder not to miss as much: the tree, or how your fingers under still sleep-stunned sheets coaxed all my colors back. — Ada Limon

When the trainer talks to the fighter, there's a connection. You don't always have to say much. — Sugar Ray Leonard

When you go to clubs in London there are loads of good-looking blokes, and I feel like a bit of a minger — Lee Ryan

There is a huge difference between giving out of love and giving out of guilt. Giving out of love is a genuine giving, it comes from the deepest place of honesty and compassion and it has no strings attached. On other hand giving out of guilt is untruthful giving that comes from the darkest dungeon of manipulation, hoping the guilt will go away. The person who gives out of guilt always reminds others about her giving and she/he demands a public appreciation. Gratitude comes from the pure thankful heart, people should not be forced to do it, let them voice it out on their
own time. — Euginia Herlihy

No fainting in the middle of the road," said a voice close to my ear as a heavy arm landed across my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. I looked up to see Mal's familiar face, a smile in his bright blue eyes as he fell into step beside me. "C'mon," he said. "One foot in front of the other. You know how it's done." "You're interfering with my plan." "Oh really?" "Yes. Faint, get trampled, grievous injuries all around." "That sounds like a brilliant plan." "Ah, but if I'm horribly maimed, I won't be able to cross the Fold." Mal nodded slowly. "I see. I can shove you under a cart if that would help." "I'll think about it," I grumbled, but I felt my mood lifting all the same. Despite my best efforts, Mal still had that effect on me. And I wasn't the only one. A pretty blond girl strolled by and waved, throwing Mal a flirtatious glance over her shoulder. "Hey, — Leigh Bardugo

I can't stand tribute bands. It's nice, bless 'em, but it's not right. They can't capture the right spirit. You never see a tribute comedian, a tribute Les Dawson. — Dave Davies

Strategy for a Marathon

I will start
when the gun goes off.
I will run
for five miles.
Feeling good,
I will run
to the tenth mile.
At the tenth
I will say,
Only three more
to the halfway."
At the halfway mark,
13.1 miles,
I will know
fifteen is in reach.
At fifteen miles
I will say,
You've run twenty before,
keep going."
At twenty
I will say,
Run home. — Marnie Mueller