Unclosed Circle Quotes & Sayings

I think I'm in love, she said. He clapped a bag over his mouth and threw up. — Neal Stephenson

I don't love or hate humans. I respect them. They shape themselves, in a way that we angels do not. They tell lies and sleep around and curse, and they try to define themselves so valiantly. Who am I? they keep asking. Why am I here? — Cynthia Hand

It ain't my cup of meat. — Bob Dylan

I do not know its name. I call it the Way. For the lack of better words I call it great. — Laozi

You are a prisoner of your thoughts. Expand your thoughts and get out of the prison. — Debasish Mridha

Tell me you don't feel what I feel."
"That doesn't matter." She swallowed hard.
"It does to me." I brush my lips against hers. — Christine Fonseca

What does it feel like?" he asked.
"What does what feel like?"
Peter thought for a moment. "Being at the top."
Josie reached across him for another packet of material and fed it into the stapler. She did three of
these, and Peter was certain that she was going to ignore him, but then she spoke. "Like if you take
one wrong step," she said, "you're going to fall. — Jodi Picoult

There isn't much about my life that's been particularly conventional. — Ken Livingstone

Intelligence is an interesting word. It is also something which, in my opinion, is misunderstood by many people. There are those who believe that we go to school to become intelligent. Or, the more experience a person has on a particular job, the more intelligent they become. This notion is not so. All knowledge is one hundred percent evenly present in all places, at all times. Aware is what you and I want to become. The more aware we become of this truth about intelligence, the better off we will be. — Bob Proctor

This suggests that our boding mechanisms depend on our own perception of the other and that therefore our ability to bond with them depends much more on emotional settings than on abstract "humanlike" qualities. For the same reason, it is the very emotionality Commmander Data from Star Trek displays every time it complains about having no emotions that endears it; an emotionless machine would not constantly raise the issues of its own worth, value, and personhood. — Anne Foerst

The moon is a poem in a starry night. — Debasish Mridha