Text And Drive Quotes & Sayings

Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic. — John Steinbeck

Remember never to text and drive, it's bad grammar, even if you have a deadline. You might cross the line and dead may be your destination. Think about it!! — Neil Leckman

According to the three missed calls from her mother - who thought Madison had been kidnapped in the big, bad city and was now being held for an ungodly sum of money - the four text messages from her brother wondering if she knew how to navigate the beltway - because apparently little sisters couldn't drive - and the voice mail from her father warning there was a problem with the reservations, she was late for brunch. — J. Lynn

But this is what friends do. We remind each other how awesome we are. — Elizabeth Eulberg

If cats could drive, text and launch missiles, they would rule the world — Quasi

His [the pedestrian's] elevation transfigures him into a voyeur. It puts his at a distance. It transforms the bewitching world by which one was 'possessed' into a text that lies before one's eyes. It allows one to read it, to be a solar Eye, looking down like a god. The exaltation of a scopic and gnostic drive: the fiction of knowledge is related to this lust to be a viewpoint and nothing more. — Michel De Certeau

Most of us have to spend a lot of energy to learn how to drive a car. Then we have to spend the rest of our lives over-concentrating as we drive and text and eat a burrito and put on makeup. As a result, 30,000 people die every year in a car accident in the U.S. — Astro Teller

And it is undeniably true that the greatest and most important right of a British subject is that he shall be governed by no laws but those to which he, either in person or by his representatives, hath given his consent; and this, I will venture to assert, is the great basis of British freedom; it is interwoven with the Constitution, and whenever this is lost, the Constitution must be destroyed. — Joseph Warren

I love the Victoria's Secret Angels. They're sort of my gorgeous glamour heroes. — Jennifer Love Hewitt

I didn't choose BYU, I like to think it chose me. — Neil LaBute

It is incredible what kind of mess I can make
with a nine-hour drive and an unanswered text. — Andrea Gibson

If any man has drunk a little too deeply from the cup of physical pleasure; if he has spent too much time at his desk that should have been spent asleep; if his fine spirits have become temporarily dulled; if he finds the air too damp, the minutes too slow, and the atmosphere too heavy to withstand; if he is obsessed by a fixed idea which bars him from any freedom of thought: if he is any of these poor creatures, we say, let him be given a good pint of amber-flavored chocolate ... and marvels will be performed. — Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

Nader's data could not have been clearer, or more unsettling. He demonstrated that the very act of remembering something makes it vulnerable to change. Like a text recalled from a computer's hard drive, each memory was subject to editing. First you have to search the computer for the the text and then bring it to the screen, at which point you can alter it and save it. Whether the changes are slight or extensive, the new document is never quite the same as the original. — Rebecca Skloot

The scent of his own arousal — Milly Taiden

Cutting PBS support (0.012% of budget) to help balance the Federal budget is like deleting text files to make room on your 500Gig hard drive — Neil DeGrasse Tyson

The other that will guide you and itself through this dissolution is a rhythm, text, music, and within language, a text. But what is the connection that holds you both together? Counter-desire, the negative of desire, inside-out desire, capable of questioning (or provoking) its own infinite quest. Romantic, filial, adolescent, exclusive, blind and Oedipal: it is all that, but for others. It returns to where you are, both of you, disappointed, irritated, ambitious, in love with history, critical, on the edge and even in the midst of its own identity crisis; a crisis of enunciation and of the interdependence of its movements, an instinctual drive that descends in waves, tearing apart the symbolic thesis. — Julia Kristeva