Weirdest Jelly Bean Quotes & Sayings

How can a three-pound mass of jelly that you can hold in your palm imagine angels, contemplate the meaning of infinity, and even question its own place in the cosmos? Especially awe inspiring is the fact that any single brain, including yours, is made up of atoms that were forged in the hearts of countless, far-flung stars billions of years ago. These particles drifted for eons and light-years until gravity and change brought them together here, now. These atoms now form a conglomerate- your brain- that can not only ponder the very stars that gave it birth but can also think about its own ability to think and wonder about its own ability to wonder. With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, it the greatest mystery of all. — V.S. Ramachandran

But women who have common sense are so curiously plain, father, aren't they? Of course I only speak from hearsay.
No woman, plain or pretty, has any common sense at all, sir. Common sense is the privilege of our sex.
Quite so. And we men are so self-sacrificing that we never use it, do we, father? — Oscar Wilde

If there was no ladies, I wouldn't wanna be on the planet. Ladies, friends, and music - without those three, I wouldn't wanna be here. — B.B. King

Success is assured when a person fears the pain of regret more than the pain of the process. — Orrin Woodward

A lot of times in movies, you see the "small town" people, being bowled over by this creative entity or this corporate ideal, and it's not true, at all. — John Krasinski

The trick is learning which what goes where and does what." "That was some Tennant-level vaguebabble. — Michael R. Underwood

You give way to an enemy this evil with this much power and you condemn the galaxy to an eternity of submission. — Alexander Freed

Life in all its brevity deserved to be lived, for the right reasons. Belonging Places. — M.R. Weston

All great art is praise. — John Ruskin

And this, she saw, her dream had done. She had built against that fear a vision of power not wholly selfish - power to protect not only herself, but others. And that vision - however partial it had been in those days - was worth following. For it led not away from the fear, as a dream of rule might do, but back into it. The pattern of her life - as she saw it then, clear and far away and painted in bright colors - the pattern of her life was like an intricate song, or the way the Kuakgan talked of the grove's interlacing trees. There below were the dream's roots, tangled in fear and despair, nourished in the death of friends, the bones of the strong, the blood of the living, and there high above were the dream's images, bright in the sun like banners or the flowering trees of spring. And to be that banner, or that flowering branch, meant being nourished by the same fears: meant encompassing them, not rejecting them. — Elizabeth Moon

My mother certainly doesn't think I'm charming! — James Nesbitt

To call yourself a socialist in 2015 is to be an idiot. Socialism fails. Everywhere. — Dennis Prager