Funny Howard Wolowitz Quotes & Sayings

To the Parcae
A single summer grant me, great powers, and
a single autumn for fully ripened song
that, sated with the sweetness of my
playing, my heart may more willingly die.
The soul that, living, did not attain its divine
right cannot repose in the nether world.
But once what I am bent on, what is
holy, my poetry, is accomplished:
Be welcome then, stillness of the shadows' world!
I shall be satisfied though my lyre will not
accompany me down there. Once I
lived like the gods, and more is not needed. — Friedrich Holderlin

I couldn't sit in a chair in an office all day. — Danny Meyer

I would never presume to give anyone advice. — Anne Meara

I've taken up the Bible again, somewhat in the spirit of W.C. Fields - looking for loopholes. — David Niven

Tips for Facebook These tips are equally valid for Twitter, Tumblr, G+, and any other time-hungry Social Networking. Keep business and recreational separate. Run two profiles so you can demarcate the different activities. Business Social Networking fits in 'Time-Out'. Personal Social Networking belongs in 'Down-Time' Keep your beliefs and prejudices away from your Profile. Be a good Digital Citizen. — Stacy Hudson

What are you doing?" she asked.
I don't know. Instinct not logic currently dictated his actions. But he didn't admit this aloud.
"Do you always ask so many questions?"
"Only when I'm trying to understand what's going on."
"Isn't it obvious?"
Confusion clouded her gaze. "No."
Did she not sense the attraction between them? Of course she didn't. She
was a simple human. She couldn't know how his bear chuffed at her
nearness. How the scent of her aroused him. How he wanted to lay claim
to her body. What the (deuce) is wrong with me?
Apparently, his grandmother wondered the same thing. "Reid Alexander Carver, what are you doing manhandling our guest?"
Oops, caught harboring naughty thoughts and jolted back to sanity. What am I doing? — Eve Langlais

In your beauty, how to make poems. — Rumi

Losing beauty was easy.
Overlooking it, forgetting it, hardening yourself so much you could no longer be surprised or overwhelmed by it.
I pulled back, taking in the strong line of his jaw, the sharp edge of cheekbone and the skin now warm from the rising sun.
The trick was in holding on to it. Protecting it. — Emma Raveling

Litigation: A form of hell whereby money is transferred from the pockets of the proletariat to that of lawyers. — Kin Hubbard