Earth Not Tilted Quotes & Sayings

No one fired a pistol to mark the start of the race to the bottom. The earth just tilted and everyone slid into the hole. — Jonathan Safran Foer

Clarke shifted so she was leaning against Bellamy. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned back, so they were both looking up at the sky. The roar of the fire was enough to muffle the voices of everyone around them, and with their eyes tilted upward, it almost felt like they were the only two people on Earth. — Kass Morgan

Risk all. Let life be a play, a risk, a gamble. And when you can risk all you will attain to a sharpness in your being: your soul will be born. The Golden Flower can bloom in you only if you are courageous, daring. It blooms only in courage. — Osho

The story ended with a moral: Large Enterprises Depend Upon Small Details. Jeremy couldn't see why it couldn't have just as well been: It's Wrong To Trap Nonexistent Women in Clocks, or: It Would Have Worked With A Glass Spring. — Terry Pratchett

For really it was the refinement of civilized cruelty, this spick, span, and ingenious affair of shining leather and gleaming steel, which hoisted you and tilted you and fitted reassuringly into the small of your back and cupped your head tenderly between padded cushions. It ensured for you a more complete muscular relaxation than any armchair that you could buy for your own home: but it left your tormented nerves without even the solace of a counter-irritant. In the old days the victim's attention had at least been distracted by an ache in the back, a crick in the neck, pins and needles in the legs, and the uneasy tickling of plush under the palm. But now, too efficiently suspended between heaven and earth, you were at liberty to concentrate on hell. — Jan Struther

The hunger inside us must be fed to be controlled. — Darren Shan

You assimilate into her, like the Ganga assimilates into Yamuna and creates a third self. You won't ever hurt her in such situation. If this is not love, then what is? — Girdhar Joshi

Be able to correctly pronounce the words you would like to speak and have excellent spoken grammar. — Marilyn Vos Savant

The Master said, The case is like that of someone raising a mound. If he stops working, the fact that it perhaps needed only one more basketful makes no difference; I stay where I am. Whereas even if he has not got beyond leveling the ground, but is still at work, the fact that he has only tilted one basketful of earth makes no difference. I go to help him. — Confucius

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away? — Pablo Neruda

My motto is water off a duck's back. Meaning: don't let negativity weigh you down, perpetuate positive thinking. — Jinkx Monsoon

Her strawberry hair bounced when she walked, her chin tilted upward when she saw us, and her body was the most perfectly fuckable thing to ever grace the earth. — C.D. Reiss

Celaena stared at the dark, tilled earth, a chill wind rustling her veil.
Her chest ached, but this was the one last thing she had to do, the one last honor she could give her friend.
Celaena tilted her head to the sky, closed her eyes, and began to sing. — Sarah J. Maas

Bellamy took Clarke's hand, then leaned in and whispered, "Should we go check on your parents?"
She turned to him and tilted her head to the side. "Don't you think it's a little early to be meeting my parents?" she teased. "After all, we've been dating less than a month."
"A month in Earth time is like, ten years in space time, don't you think?"
Clarke nodded. "You're right. And I suppose that means that I can't get mad at you if you decide to call it off after a few months, because that's really a few decades."
Bellamy wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close. "I want to spend eons with you, Clarke Griffin."
She rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek. "Glad to hear it, because there's no going back now. We're here for good. — Kass Morgan

Some women tend naturally to be Warriors and Seekers, and some men to be Caregivers and Lovers in spite of their cultural conditioning. The point is for both to take their journeys in such a way as to find their own way to be male or female, and eventually to achieve a positive kind of androgyny, which is not at all about unisex, neutered behavior, but is about gaining the gifts both gender energies and experiences have to offer us. — Carol S. Pearson

Pythagoras argued that the souls of poets pass not from this world
but lodge themselves in the breastwork of swans.

Let it be, then. Let some of us withdraw to the keel-shaped bones
to the tilted orrery of the thorax. But I think: if poets coalesce as swans
we're mostly in the feet of swans, black as drums

pressing our rageful webbing into the earth's flank. — Kiki Petrosino

A writer who's a pro can take on almost any assignment, but if he or she doesn't much care about the subject, I try to dissuade the writer, as in that case the book can be just plain hard labor. — Sterling Lord

He invited people to sign a petition that demanded either strict control of, or a total ban on, dihydrogen monoxide ... Yes, 86 percent of the passersby voted to ban water (H2O) from the environment. Maybe that's what really happened to all the water on Mars. — Neil DeGrasse Tyson

Is that shooting star just a happy accident or has the universe had it planned for a thousand years?"
He tilted his face to the sky, his eyes tracking an imaginary star as it screamed to earth. He looked back to her. "Either way, you can't stop it. You can beg it to slow down or you can just enjoy the show."
"Am I the star in this story or you?"
Blake wrinkled his nose and chuckled. "Was that a bad analogy? I meant we're the star, Livia. Us. This." He shrugged his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Us being in the same atmosphere is either a great cosmic catastrophe or the most serendipitous rendezvous. — Debra Anastasia

I've never turned my back on country music. — Reba McEntire

Alfie Dawlish. Invented all sorts of imaginary ailments for the family at the Manor so he could rob them and treat the village for nothing. It was his primitive version of the Health Service — John Mortimer

If I was on a third or fourth line I would probably be in the NHL, because you don't have to produce every night. — Jaromir Jagr

Harmony is next to Godliness — Johann Sebastian Bach

Cities fell. Earth opened. Planets tilted. Stars plummeted. And the awful silence. — Robert Cormier

Glance at your watch. What time is it? It's five o'clock as I write this. What does that mean, anyhow? Even if time passes slowly, it will soon be five o'clock again in another part of the world. What is this fascination all about? In reality, it's just a way to measure the revolving earth - tilted at a peculiar angle of 23 degrees - as it orbits a gigantic Sun. That's it. I've nailed it. Time's just a blue dot moving through an infinite space. The world revolves without us so why take this Earth time so personally? — M.P. Neary

Hi. I haven't insulted you yet, have I? — Tucker Max

Dain kept his gaze on his plate and concentrated on swallowing the morsel he'd just very nearly choked on. She was possessive ... about him.
The beautiful, mad creature - or blind and deaf creature, or whatever she was - coolly announced it as one might say, "Pass the salt cellar," without the smallest awareness that the earth had just tilted on its axis. — Loretta Chase

Whenever you come back, you will be welcomed with open arms. And after everything that's happened, you're probably going to have about two hundred thousand guys wanting to take you to the Annual Peace Ball next year. I expect the offers to start rolling in any day now." "I highly doubt that." "Just wait, you'll see." He tilted his head, clumps of hair falling into his eyes. "I figured it couldn't hurt to get my name on the list before anyone else steals you away. If we start now, and plan frequent visits between Earth and Luna, I might even have time to teach you to dance." Cinder — Marissa Meyer

I fell in love. It felt exactly like a fall, a head-over-heels tumble into a state of unbearable lightness. The earth tilted on its axis. I did not believe in romantic love at the time, thinking it a human construct, an invention of fourteenth century Italian poets. I was as unprepared for love as I had been for goodness and beauty. Suddenly, my heart seemed swollen, too large for my chest. — Philip Yancey