Neil Degrasse Tyson Cosmos Episode 1 Quotes & Sayings

When a Benefit is wrongly conferred, the author of the Benefit may often be said to injure. — Plato

You're a permanent fixture in my life. You're not going anywhere. — Krista Ritchie

If you ever try to change my memories again, I will slap you into next spring." I took a breath, knees shaking as I felt small beside him, my white dress brushing against his black trousers. Some women get flowers or poems from their suitors. I get insults and threats. — Dawn Cook

I urge you all, fervently I urge you, to state unto the universe, unto the multiverse: I AM, I AM, I AM! I am life. I am God. I AM. As you state the knowingness within your breast, you raise your frequency. The vibration of I AM will begin to pulsate within you. — St. Germain

I am wearied to death with life.
There's nothing it has that I want,
but I celebrate my naked earth,
there's no other world to descant. — Osip Mandelstam

If your home is a ministry, shouldn't that ministry become a passion? Shouldn't your feelings and emotions be involved when it comes to the people and place you love? And shouldn't your work be done passionately? Your labors should be labors of love! — Elizabeth George

I think an athlete should be honest. I know it's difficult, but if a guy knocked me on my can, I couldn't very well say, I slipped. — Sugar Ray Leonard

Normally, architects render a service. They implement what other people want. This is not what I do. I like to develop the use of the building together with the client, in a process, so that as we go along we become more intelligent. — Peter Zumthor

If you're not humble, life will visit humbleness upon you. — Mike Tyson

I had a compulsion to do it. — Ed Gein

I don't love Photoshop; I like imperfection. It doesn't mean ugly. I love a girl with a gap between her teeth, versus perfect white veneers. Perfection is just ... boring. Perfect is what's natural or real; that is beauty. — Marc Jacobs

Years later the lights of the growing city would erase the stars from the sky, but back then they shone through the branches like jailed fireflies. — Leslye Walton