Whirlybird Game Quotes & Sayings

Whether you can go back in time is held in the grip of the law of quantum gravity. — Kip Thorne

The trouble with life is that, unlike movies, it doesn't have background music. We never know how we're supposed to feel. — Lewis Gardner

Love me or hate me ... you're gonna watch me. — Floyd Mayweather Jr.

I think it's doubly important, now that we see so many people failing. When the norm is an anti-hero, there's a serious loss when you cannot portray a decent person on screen without it becoming slightly sentimental or feeling like it's unrealistic. — Brendan Gleeson

I played, like, a year of piano until I learned the 'Pink Panther' theme. That was my goal. Once I was good enough, I quit. Now my music has to have some rock. — Jack Black

Be congruent, be authentic, be your true self. — Mahatma Gandhi

Time is an ethereal and sometimes cruel goddess. In her relentless passing, she steals away our youth and vitality, often in ways that seem insignificant until we finally realize how much she has taken. Still, she is also a generous deity, who offers to replace what she has seized with a deeper wisdom and a clearer vision of life's enigmas. In this sense, time can be our most powerful ally-if we are patient enough. — Michael Kelleher

Every angle that I looked at was somebody who I admired and was better than me. So it made me very afraid. — Chris Bauer

On the contrary, an airy and innocent playfulness seemed to flicker like the shadow of summer leaves over her childish face, and around her buoyant figure. She was always in motion, always with a half-smile on her rosy mouth, flying hither and thither, with an undulating and cloud-like tread, singing to herself as she moved, as in a happy dream. Her father and female guardian were incessantly busy in pursuit of her, but, when caught, she melted from them again like a summer cloud; and as no word of chiding or reproof ever fell on her ear for whatever she chose to do, she pursued her own way all over the boat. Always dressed in white, she seemed to move like a shadow through all sorts of places, without contracting spot or stain; and there was not a corner or nook, above or below, where those fairy footsteps had not glided, and that visionary, golden head, with its deep blue eyes, fleeted along. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

Authors were, at heart, no matter how much they blustered or how suavely they carried themselves, insecure creatures with sensitive egos, as delicate in the constitution as movie stars, only much poorer and less glamorous. — Viet Thanh Nguyen

Hey, do you remember that time when I asked what you thought? Yeah, me neither — Suzanne Wright