Homologue In English Quotes & Sayings

Was Apollo worth all the effort and expense? If it had been about the Moon, the answer would be no, but it wasn't, it was about the Earth. The answer is yes. The only thing I can't see in all this is a rationale for going back. Unless we could find a way to take everyone. — Andrew Smith

People always say, 'Who is your audience?' and I could never put a finger on it - and I wouldn't want to put a finger on it. — Cassandra Peterson

We all run on two clocks. One is the outside clock, which ticks away our decades and brings us ceaselessly to the dry season. The other is the inside clock, where you are your own timekeeper and determine your own chronology, your own internal weather and your own rate of living. Sometimes the inner clock runs itself out long before the outer one, and you see a dead man going through the motions of living. — Max Lerner

On the one hand, I'm grateful to be hired and thrilled to be paid. — Christopher Durang

I want my photographs not only to be real but to portray the essence of my subjects also. In order to do that, you have to be patient. — Mary Ellen Mark

I'm a fan of X-men. — Will.i.am

To hack away at the oppressive darkness that continued to try to smother her so she could defend a new dawn. — Elise Kova

With my music, I create change ... I am using my music as a weapon. — Fela Kuti

If I miss coaching that much, I could go to some little school where they didn't recruit, where all the kids wanted to go. I believe I could find somewhere to coach. — Bear Bryant

In the end, every scheme and every science is justified by itself or it is not justified at all. — David Berlinski

You didn't think you could escape us that easily, did you?" a deep menacing voice taunted in my ear. "I told you that you were the one I was looking for. — Brynn Myers

The history of ideas is littered with the corpses of those who have tried to define culture. — Giles Foden

Tomes on the meaning of life. Poets and playwrights were — John Dickson

A few Grik lunged at them, but the vast majority only wanted to get out of their way. These they left alone, conserving ammunition. It was a little disconcerting. They'd never seen so many "civilian" Grik before, and it was stunning how little fight they had in them.
"What a buncha pansies!" Silva panted, still having trouble with the heavy, wretched air. Three Grik had nearly fallen over themselves trying to clear his path when he menaced them with the Thompson. Its barrel was still smoking after a long burst he fired down a congested alley where another column of warriors was struggling to get at them. Those that followed fired into the writhing mass as well, the heavy booming of their rifles much louder than the stutter of the Thompson.
"Pansies!" Petey cawed. "Pansies! Ack! Goddamn! — Taylor Anderson