Sheldon Cooper Hot Beverage Quotes & Sayings

'Scent's the thing, right? How you find someone. I've got yours inside me. I could find you whether I wanted to or not. Whether you wanted me to or not.'
'I'm not lost.'
'I still found you.' — Nora Roberts

Actually, I wouldn't mind a Malibu and coke."
"You're having a fucking pint."
"Is my choice of drink too gay for you?"
"Malibu and coke is a pussy drink. Last I heard you were strictly anti-pussy. — L.A. Gilbert

I wish to become rich, so that I can instruct the people and glorify honest poverty a little, like those kind hearted, fat, benevolent people do. — Mark Twain

Wealth and power don't go together. Power cannot be brokered. To me, power is responsibility. — Nita Ambani

The normal sequence is that energy is prompted at the perceptual system, passes into consciousness, and thence to the motor system, where it is discharged by action. (I feel an unpleasant sensation, realize that I have been bitten by a mosquito, raise my hand, and swat the insect.) — Sigmund Freud

Understanding engenders care. — Natalie Goldberg

He is clearly bookish. I did not follow a single word of their conversation at dinner last night, not one jot of it. He must be bookish. — Gail Carriger

It's a good story,' he said. He even grinned at me. 'I'll tell you.'
'Please,' I said.
And then he did. — Hanya Yanagihara

He reminds me of a completely different version of Robbie Earle. — Mark Lawrenson

Sometimes it's not even a role that's specifically written for a woman. It could be a role written for a white man or Asian man, or Latino. If it's something that I feel I could do well, I go after it. Especially if it's nothing that has to be gender or race specific, I'm all over it. — Gabrielle Union

The most accomplished way of using books is to serve them as some people do lords; learn their titles and then brag of their acquaintance. — Laurence Sterne

Rock-throwing is part of a deeper human desperation we should never have had to access. — Blue Tidal

Thanksgiving isn't the only thing that has changed. This makes it reassuring somehow to go through the same ritual with the people you're connected to. I guess the truth is, it all boils down to family. Right? — Diane Keaton

One of the two owners, the man who had been sitting in the front room, was stretched out in there asleep, stockinged-toes pointed at the ceiling, one hand backed defensively against his eyes to ward off the light. He'd taken off his vest and shoes, and that strap that wasn't straight enough to be a suspender-strap was dangling now around one of the knobs at the foot of the bed. It ended in a holster, with a black, cross-grained slab of metal protruding from it. Turner couldn't take his eyes off it, while the long seconds that to him were minutes toiled by.
That meant out, that black slab, more surely than any door. He had to have it. More than that, it meant a continuance of out, for so long as he had it. And he wanted out with all the desperate longing of all trapped things, blindly scratching, clawing their way through a maze to the open. To the open where the equal chance is. — Cornell Woolrich