Noyce Scholars Quotes & Sayings

Also, where does your identity come from? Your memory, of course. — Neil DeGrasse Tyson

The greatest bloodbaths in the history of the human race were recorded in the twentieth century in countries that sought to eliminate God, worship, and faith. — John Ortberg

I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough. — Simone Elkeles

250,000 people turned up in Dublin to cheer me on an open-topped bus along O'Connell St after my world title winning fight in 1985. I'll never forget the sea of smiling faces that greeted me that day. — Barry McGuigan

I love technology. I buy all of the stuff when they come out first. — Neil Patrick Harris

Water pressed against my skin and my skin pressed back against the water and the boundary was, in that moment, so wonderfully defined. I was myself because I wasn't sky or water or sand. — Molly Beth Griffin

Bergman was courageous in choosing people to do things that they themselves might not expect to play. — Max Von Sydow

If God had meant them to be lifted and separated, He would have put one on each shoulder. — Victoria Wood

I'm so hard right now my dick can cut diamonds.
- Andrew Parrish — J.A. Redmerski

My life anuh fi me alone ... My life a fi people ... Fi help plenty people ... If my is for me alone mi nuh want it — Bob Marley

They here shall be redeemed from sin,
Shall here put on their glorious dress,
Fine linen, pure, and white, and clean
The saints' inherent righteousness.
Love, perfect love, expels all doubt,
Love makes them to the end endure;
Their names thou never wilt blot out;
Their life is hid, their heart is pure.
Their names thou wilt vouchsafe to own
Before thy Father's majesty,
Pronounce them good, and say, 'Well done,
Enter, and ever reign with me! — Charles Wesley

We sometimes talk as if "original research" were a peculiar prerogative of scientists or at least of advanced students. But all thinking is research, and all research is native, original, with him who carries it on, even if everybody else in the world already is sure of what he is still looking for. — John Dewey

As a virginal preteen, and as a woman who'd taken lovers, she had daydreamed about kissing Denton Carter. While writing her book, specifically the sex scenes between him and Susan, it hadn't been her sister he was kissing, caressing, and taking with adolescent fervor. It had been her. The fantasies had left her aroused, but irritated with herself. Surely her imagination embellished how good lovemaking with him would be.
But now she realized that her daydreams had actually been tepid. His kiss was delicious and darkly erotic. It delivered. It promised more. And the substance of what it promised made her wet, feverish, and needy. — Sandra Brown