Sunlite Quotes & Sayings

So much for modern science and its wonderful discoveries that just about everything can kill you. Life is only a bedtime story before a long, long sleep. — Robert Bloch

As you may know, I am a mechanical engineer. — Bill Nye

All the world, as a matter of fact, is a mosaic of little places invisible to the powers that be. And in the eyes of the powers that be all these invisible places do not add up to a visible place. They add up to words and numbers. — Wendell Berry

Connecting products to the Web will be the 21st century electrification. — Matt Webb

Offensive realism predicts that the United States will send its army across the Atlantic when there is a potential hegemon in Europe that the local great powers cannot contain by themselves. — John Mearsheimer

Childhood decisions do not have to define you. — Selena Gomez

The Enemy has been here in the night of our natural ignorance, and sown the tares of spiritual errors. — Thomas Hobbes

There's a little blackness inside all of us. — Cassia Leo

They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions. — Virginia Woolf

At many levels, Perl is a 'diagonal' language. — Larry Wall

It's a metaphor of human bloody existence, a dragon. And if that wasn't bad enough, it's also a bloody great hot flying thing. — Terry Pratchett

You're offering a great service. People are tuning in. So continue to find great people, continue to do what you're doing. And do it better than your rivals. I know that's easier said than done ... — Richard Branson

My mother was a very positive thinker; she was always active, always doing something good. — Joseph B. Wirthlin

I was a little nervous backstage. But I had this book, Gandhi. I just read his quotes, closed my eyes and focused my thoughts. Presently, this book is my prized possession. — Nafisa Joseph

She folded her arms against the chill in the air, and he noticed again how little she was. Barely to his shoulders. Her chutzpah made him forget her small stature. Her chin was a pixielike triangle, and her eyes were like a shadowed forest. Deep. Mysterious. "Well. Good night," she said. What was he thinking? He cleared his throat. "Night." As he retrieved the ladder and carried it to his truck, he reminded himself of all the reasons why he shouldn't be noticing her hair or her chin and most definitely not her deep-green eyes. — Denise Hunter