Surface And Panel Quotes & Sayings

Dad wore a very smart suit, with a long black jacket and grey pinstripe trousers. He had a waistcoat too, black silk with gold embroidery. Dad never wore fancy clothes. It was hard work imagining him in anything but jeans or his suit for work, but it was his wedding after all and I wanted him to look wonderful. I — Jacqueline Wilson

Not only is life put in new patterns from the air, but it is somehow arrested, frozen into form. (The leaping hare is caught in a marble panel.) A glaze is put over life. There is no flaw, no crack in the surface; a still reservoir, no ripple on its face. Looking down from the air that morning, I felt that stillness rested like a light over the earth. The waterfalls seemed frozen solid; the tops of the trees were still; the river hardly stirred, a serpent gently moving under its shimmering skin. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh

So I won't say I'm lucky. I'm fortunate enough to find or attract very talented people. For some reason I found them, and they found me. — Peter Dinklage

Make-up can only make you look pretty on the outside but it doesn't help if your ugly on the inside. Unless you eat the make-up. — Audrey Hepburn

It's very difficult to stay angry when a room full of bald guys in orange robes start giggling. Buddhism. — Christopher Moore

The tragedy of mediocrity is that even mediocre people shake their heads and mull over how standard are falling.
- Serious Men — Manu Joseph

I can be 100 years old but I will always be proud to say I was in Harry Potter. — Emma Watson

You just can't make up random information and say it sarcastically and have it make sense. You can't just be like, 'I went out on a date with a Jewish girl. She was more rude than a wolfcat - an animal I've made up and decided is rude. — Eugene Mirman

No rendering can really simulate the way the light bounces off the bronze panel. From some angles, it's almost a mirror, and from others it's a matte surface. — Michael Arad

A searchlight catches the plane for an instant. The cockpit is awash with searing bluish brightness. As if a revelation is about to take place. As if an angel is about to appear. He can't see the instrument panel. The finger of light has the aircraft in its grip. Holding her suspended above the city. As if she is perched on a tightrope. Visible to the whole of Berlin down below. The glare bites into his eyes, sucks strength from his legs. He kicks the rudders to the right. The starboard wing tilts down. He pulls the wheel back. Below, a shifting tableau of coloured globes slide over the tilting smoking surface of the earth. Some roads and buildings made visible by fires and incendiaries. — Glenn Haybittle