Linux Awk Print Quotes & Sayings

If this is philosophy it is at any rate a philosophy that is not in its right mind. — Georg C. Lichtenberg

I am yours by parentage and custom and by duty undertaken towards you. I am your wizard. But it is time you recalled that, tough I am a servant, I am not your servant. — Ursula K. Le Guin

A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall. — James Patterson

The Truth is first rejected. Then finally accepted. — Lailah Gifty Akita

we don't develop along these lines, we will have poor differentiation and a very fragile sense of self. We will feel overly anxious about being loved — Allen Berger

Boredom is peace misunderstood. — Marty Rubin

Lady Middleton piqued herself upon the elegance and extravagance of her table, and all her domestic arrangements; she loved to surprise English visitors with displays of hospitality native to her homeland, such as flavouring her soups with monkey urine and not telling anyone she had done so until the bowl had been drained. — Ben H. Winters

I want to keep my voice young, with nothing heavy. — Renee Fleming

It's been a tremendous ride. My 15 years, my 15 minutes of fame, is up. — Emmitt Smith

When a man looks into a mirror and can no longer see his own reflection ... he has lost his way. — Brian Leslie

Mathematics, which most of us see as the most factual of all sciences, constitutes the most colossal metaphor imaginable, and must be judged, aesthetically as well as intellectually in terms of the success of this metaphor. — Norbert Wiener

He knew it would take as many years as could think of now to forget the tracks, no matter how deeply buried. Some morning in autumn, spring, or winter he kn he'd wake and, if he didn't go near the window, if he just lay deep and snug and warm, in his bed, he would hear it, faint and far away.
And around the bend of the morning street, up the avenue, between the even rows of sycamore, elm and maple, it the quietness before the start of living, past his house h would hear the familiar sounds. Like the ticking of a doe the rumble of a dozen metal barrels rolling, the hum of single immense dragonfly at dawn. Like a merry-go-round like a small electrical storm, the color of blue lightning, coming, here, and gone. The trolley's chime! The hiss like a sc fountain spigot as it let down and took up its step, and starting of the dream again, as on it sailed along its way, traveling a hidden and buried track to some hidden and buried destination. — Ray Bradbury