Scadshorts Quotes & Sayings

The thing about love is one can never define it exactly. And as much of a mystery as that is and as familiar it is when we acknowledge it, words just aren't enough. So we find ourselves scratching the walls while our hair is falling out. Then we can't live without it. We become addicts. — Kevin Fuller

Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say, and you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you I love you. — Sarah McLachlan

Intent matters. If you believe you're charmed, capable, likable, popular, then you are. — Brenna Yovanoff

It is natural to think that an abstract science cannot be of much importance in affairs of human life, because it has omitted from its consideration everything of real interest. — Alfred North Whitehead

If there's one thing i know, it's that no one can promise anything. — Jennifer Niven

The question is, you know, will someone accidentally build a robot that takes over from us? And that's sort of like this lone guy in the backyard, you know - 'I accidentally built a 747.' I don't think that's going to happen. — Rodney Brooks

The other package has pieces of dried stag stick. The pups like chewing on those."
"What's a stag stick?" Meg asked, taking the packages.
He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb.
"Oh," Meg said. "Oh. — Anne Bishop

If you have a fault it is you do not forgive easy! — Stephen Richards

Truly, everything in this world depended on time. Time ripened all. If you had time, you succeeded in working the human mud internally and turning it into spirit. Then you did not fear death. If you did not have time, you perished. — Nikos Kazantzakis

When we humans learn how to analyze the messages of the nighttime we open ourselves up to manifest our greatest selves. — Pamela Cummins

I needed to remind myself that good news and bad news are often relative to your expectations, not anything absolute. — Will Schwalbe

I thought you could build a story that would function as a machine or else a complex of machines, each one moving separately, yet part of a process that ultimately would produce an emotion or a sequence of emotions. You could swap out parts, replace them if they got too old. And this time you would build in some redundancy, if only just to handle the stress.
One question was: Would the engine still work if you were aware of it, or if you were told how it actually functioned? Maybe this was one of the crucial differences between a story and a machine. — Paul Park