Doppler Radar Quotes & Sayings

She lies on the stripped bed, looking up at the pinhole in the roof. The sky is blue. Clouds pass over. Sky, air, clouds, the sun and moon; it's fine. It's the same as it ever was. She stares at the small spot of blue. She sleeps. She dreams. She wakes up feeling a little more and a little less like herself. — A.M. Homes

The light a sun. When I was a child, I thought that sleep came with darkness. When I grew older, I took long naps in the glare of the afternoon sunlight. The darkness was my enemy. Daylight was a triumph. — Abigail George

Fuck the weather forecasters and their predictions. With magic, he'd just turned their Doppler radar upside down.
Sapphire Phelan (Being Familiar With a Witch) — Sapphire Phelan

I do not expect that homeopathy will ever be established as a legitimate form of treatment, but I do expect that it will continue to be popular. — James Randi

A lot of weird ads. Sally Struthers with that little kid: 'Just 55 cents, the price of a cup of coffee, feeds this kid and his family for a week.' Yeah, where is that? 'Cause I wanna move there. — Robert Schimmel

When things are good, you should be thanking God. I don't do enough of that. But if you get things, you should thank Him, not just take, take, take. He really listens. — Micky Ward

I encourage students to pursue an idea far enough so they can see what the cliches and stereotypes are. Only then do they begin to hit pay dirt. — Robert Morgan

I began my career at Teledyne, where I worked on various navigation systems, including Inertial, Doppler radar, and other conventional radio navigation systems. — Min Kao

If I had taken a doctoral degree, it would have stifled any writing capacity. — Barbara W. Tuchman

I never learned management. I never went to business school. I'm an artist. I happened to have really clear ideas of what I thought my business should be. — Bobbi Brown

For it was the one that I would have chosen above all others, convinced as I was, with a botanist's satisfaction, that it was not possible to find gathered together rarer specimens than these young flowers that at this moment before my eyes were breaking the line of the sea with their slender heads, like a bower of Pennsylvania roses adorned a Cliffside garden, between whose blooms is contained the whole tract of ocean crossed by some steamer, so slow in gliding along the blue, horizontal line that stretches from one stem to the next that an idle butterfly, dawdling in the cup of a flower which the ship's hull has long since passed, can wait, before flying off in time to arrive before it, until nothing by the tiniest chink of blue still separates the prow from the first petal of the flower towards which it is steering. — Marcel Proust

The book [ A Passage to India ] shows signs of fatigue and disillusionment; but it has chapters of clear and triumphant beauty, and above all it makes us wonder, what will he write next? — E. M. Forster