Xlviii In Numbers Quotes & Sayings

Beauty is as summer fruits, which are easy to corrupt, and cannot last; and for the most part it makes a dissolute youth, and an age a little out of countenance; but yet certainly again, if it light well, it maketh virtue shine, and vices blush. — Francis Bacon

One day when I die, I will take your tears in me; as provision for my long journey to the gods. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann

Scientific physiology has the task of determining the functions of the animal body and deriving them as a necessary consequence from its elementary conditions. — Carl Ludwig

I don't make a career plan. I take things the way they come. — Marjane Satrapi

We must curb ourfury, and allow sadness to diminish, and speak our stories with coolness and deliberation. — Matthew Tobin Anderson

Still the Amaltas bloomed, a brilliant, defiant yellow. Each blazing summer it reached up and whispered to the hot brown sky, Fuck You. — Arundhati Roy

Government is there to do only what the private sector won't, can't, or shouldn't do. — Phil Valentine

Law Number XLVIII: The more time you spend talking about what you have been doing, the less time you have to spend doing what you have been talking about. Eventually, you spend more and more time talking about less and less until finally you spend all your time talking about nothing. — Norman Ralph Augustine

After all, he was rigid where she was flexible. He was black and white, and she was all the rainbow in between, and they didn't go together. — Jill Shalvis

Nobody moved.
Everybody sat in the dark cellar, suspended in the suddenly frozen task of this October game; the wind blew outside, banging the house, the smell of pumpkins and apples filled the room with smell of the objects in their fingers while one boy cried, "I'll go upstairs and look!" and he ran upstairs hopefully and out around the house, four times around the house, calling, "Marion, Marion, Marion!" over and over and at last coming slowly down the stairs into the waiting breathing cellar and saying to the darkness, "I can't find her."
Then ... some idiot turned on the lights.
("The October Game") — Ray Bradbury