C Quotes
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“Calculus is the outcome of a dramatic intellectual struggle which has lasted for twenty-five hundred years.”
“Calculus required continuity, and continuity was supposed to require the infinitely little; but nobody could discover what the infinitely little might be.”
Source: Mysticism and Logic and Other Essays: Top Philosophy Collections
“Calculus works by making visible the infinitesimally small.”
Source: Sets, Functions, and Logic: An Introduction to Abstract Mathematics, Third Edition
“Calculus, the electrical battery, the telephone, the steam engine, the radio - all these groundbreaking innovations were hit upon by multiple inventors working in parallel with no knowledge of one another.”
“Calcutta has still not recovered from history: people mourn the past, and abhor it deeply.”
Source: Calcutta: Two Years in the City
“Calcutta is like a work of modern art that neither makes sense nor has utility, but exists for some esoteric aesthetic reason.”
Source: A Strange and Sublime Address
“Calcutta's the only city I know where you are actively encouraged to stop strangers at random for a quick chat.”
Source: Sorcerer's Apprentice paperback
“Calder, do you like me?" And then I laughed, breaking the spell. Her eyes flashed open and blood flooded her cheeks. She pushed off, but I reached out and pulled her toward me again. That one second of physical separation was too painful a void.”
Source: Lies Beneath
“Calder finally emerged twenty minutes later with a towel around his narrow hips, his long hair free and wet enough for huge fat droplets to slide down his chest and belly before disappearing into the white cotton fabric of the towel. He stopped short when he saw Robby, and for a split second, he felt like the earth stopped spinning. Would he ask Robby to go? Then Calder stumbled forward, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of Robby, burying his head in his lap. Robby's arms came around him automatically, his heart squeezing.
"You're freezing, baby," he whispered, grabbing the blanket from the end of the bed and wrapping it around Calder's shoulders.
Calder didn't speak, just snaked his arms around Robby's waist. Freezing water seeped through the thin material of Robby's underwear, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything but Calder who clung to Robby like he was a life raft. He folded himself over Calder like a shield, wanting to hide him from all of this but knowing that he couldn't. All he could do was offer him a safe place to grieve. "You can fall apart, you know. I'm okay. You don't have to stay strong for me or whatever."
For a second, Robby thought maybe Calder would choose to ignore him, but then his shoulders started to shake and a jagged howl escaped, almost like a wounded animal, shattering Robby's heart into a million pieces. Tears slid down his cheeks as he did his best to just hang onto Calder as huge wracking sobs shook his body.
He didn't know how long they stayed like that, long enough for Calder to run out of tears.”
Source: Exasperating
“Calder has stepped over the line too many times. He gets no more chances to go against man and God.”
Source: Drink Deep from the Well of Good Intentions
“Cale! Have you had a female in here?”
Calic laughed carelessly. “Depends on when you're referring to.”
Source: Demon Possession
“Cale is my signature character in the Forgotten Realms. The most popular character I've written. He's a thief, an assassin, and eventually, a priest who stabs his own god in the chest. Always trying to slip his past, but never succeeding. Dark dude. Brooding dude. Born killer. But honorable, still.”
“Cale Ryan Villano is the supply chain management experts who offers express delivery operations, supply chain management and freight forwarding services.”
“Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide - they injure each other in the same way.”
“Caleb could be so testy for no known reason. At times, it was like dating a woman with irritable bowel syndrome. Or rabies.”
Source: Inferno: Chronicles of Nick
“Caleb looked at her lips. “Your eyes are incredible.”
“O-kay.” Jocelyn had to concentrate not to lean forward to touch her mouth to his.
“Really amazing.”
He’s right there and his lips are so full, so luscious, so close.
And far too tempting to pass up.”
Source: Deep in My Heart
“Caleb offered me a family, but you offered me something worth so much more: myself.”
Source: The Lost Saint
“Caleb Omotunde, a versatile artist with a passion for creativity. Alongside his writing career, he is an accomplished painter, capturing the essence of emotions through his vibrant canvases.”
“Caleb Omotunde is a level-headed individual whose prowess of succeeding in high-pressure work environments has led to him receiving multiple promotions in just over a decade.”
“Caleb rocked back on his heels, surprised by how good her husky laughter and their repartee made him feel. He wasn’t a man given to bantering with women—with anyone for that matter. Out here in the wilderness, with a woman about to give birth, he wasn’t the banker or the hotel owner. I’m just a man trying to hold his guilt and terror at bay and make sure this mother and child survive.”
Source: Mystic Montana Sky
“Caleb runs up to me and folds me carefully in his arms. I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought I had gotten to the point where I didn’t need my brother anymore, but I don’t think such a point actually exists.”
“Caleb scowled into the darkness.
“Hate sneaking around,” he complained. “Wish I could just blow the place up.”
Then, with nothing else to declare, he set off again and Franz and Jimmy had to scramble to keep up.”
Source: Brothers-in-Arms
“Caleb shifted uncomfortably as he closed the door behind him. For a moment, he’d thought she’d been naked under the sheet. But, it had been a nude-colored type of top. Didn’t seem to matter, the sight had kicked his fantasies into overdrive. She tried to hide herself, but the nightlight next to her bed cast a soft amber glow around her shining right through the thin sheet, illuminating her small pert breasts perfectly even through the top…. He couldn’t live under the same roof as her and not go insane. He would make an announcement tomorrow. She was off-limits.”
Source: Running from the Past
“Caleb shot his friend a hard look. '
Caleb: Since when is looking at a pretty woman a crime?
Mike: Since never. Yet anyway," he added. I'm just saying she's single, you're single-what the gell, Boss?
Caleb: It's complicated and you know it
Mike: I know you can untangle any knot if you want to Bad enough
(Page 58)”
Source: Runaway Temptation
“Caleb shoved back from the table and stood to retreat to the kitchen. “No. Find another plan.”
“There is no other plan. This isn’t even a plan, merely a nugget of an idea for the start of a plan that’s certain to fail and end in your deaths.”
Source: Relativity
“Caleb! Stop napping!”Nick”
Source: Invision
“Caleb, there’s a fluffy rat in the lounge… can I roast it?!” “I believe that is Ms Birch’s companion and not socially acceptable to consume.” “You fucking lunatic!”
Source: Elves of Fate: Denial
“Caleb was being wilfully obtuse.
Caleb hated when people were willfully obtuse. There were enough tragically stupid people in the world without having anyone indulge in recreational stupidity.”
Source: Peter Cabot Gets Lost
“Caleb, you fucking savage. I love you!”
Source: Elves of Fate: Denial
“Caleb," I say, "I love you." His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice.”
“calendar request from mom: 2pm, west wing first floor, international ethics & sexual identity debrief”
“Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it.”
“Calendars tell us when to go to work, not when to live our lives. Each rise of the sun is a new day and a clean slate. Why are we waiting for permission to live?”
“Calf-deep in the soothing water I indulge myself in the wishful vision. I am not unaware of what such daydreams signify, dreams of becoming an unthinking savage, of taking the cold road back to the capital, of groping my way out to the ruins in the desert, of returning to the confinement of my cell, of seeking out the barbarians and offering myself to them to use as they wish. Without exception they are dreams of ends: dreams not of how to live but of how to die. And everyone, I know, in that walled town sinking now into darkness (I hear the two thin trumpet calls that announce the closing of the gates) is similarly preoccupied. What has made it impossible for us to live in time like fish in the water, like birds in air, like children? It is the fault of Empire! Empire has created the time of history. Empire has located its existence not in the smooth recurrent spinning time of the cycle of the seasons but in the jagged time of rise and fall, of beginning and end, of catastrophe. Empire dooms itself to live in history and plot against history. One thought alone preoccupies the submerged mind of Empire: how not to end, how not to die, how to prolong its era. By day it pursues its enemies. It is cunning and ruthless, it sends its bloodhounds everywhere. By night it feeds on images of disaster: the sack of cities, the rape of populations, pyramids of bones, acres of desolation. A mad vision yet a virulent one: I, wading in the ooze, am no less infected with it than the faithful Colonel Joll as he tracks the enemies of Empire through the boundless desert, sword unsheathed to cut down barbarian after barbarian until at last he finds and slays the one whose destiny it should be (or if not his then his son's or unborn grandson's) to climb the bronze gateway to the Summer Palace and topple the globe surmounted by the tiger rampant that symbolizes eternal domination, while his comrades below cheer and fire their muskets in the air.”
Source: Waiting for the Barbarians
“Calf love doesn't usually survive amputation, Your Majesty.”
“Calgary wins for my coldest New Year's Eve gig. That's when I learned Fahrenheit and Celsius cross at 40 below. I could see callers' breath coming out of my phone.”
“Calia realment que s'inventessin aquestes bombes nuclears. Feia massa temps que la humanitat havia perdut un dels hàbits més antics de la civilització cristiana, la creença en una fi del món immediata; i ara ja podem reprendre'l.”
Source: Consells, proverbis i insolències
“Caliban: As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.”
Source: The Tempest
“Calibrate your mind.”
“Calico Kitty
My calico kitty
was painted and primed
she could prowl
the night away ~
without spending a dime...”
Source: Enigmatic Evolution
“California ... is the place that sets the trends and establishes the values for the rest of the country; like a slow ooze, California culture spreads eastward across the land.”
“California ... produces the maximum of scenery and the minimum of weather.”
“California always had been a dream to me. I guess growing up in the 70s with movies like Vanishing Point, The Getaway, and Badlands formed the need for me to leave Germany for California. I'd never even visited before I moved there. When I moved to Los Angeles in 1996 right away I felt at home. Everything was in place and the dream was alive.”
“California and Italy are about the same size. Roughly speaking, California contains about 150,000 square miles, Italy about 120,000 square miles. They are not dissimilar in physical characteristics. They extend over a long distance from north to south, and each has an extensive coastline. Each is destitute of coal mines. Each produces large quantities of wheat. Each produces citrus and other fruits, olives, wine, and raisins. The climate is about the same, although California's is superior. They are in about the same zone. Rome lies in about the same latitude as San Francisco. Our state is one of the richest and most fertile of all the United States. Yet suppose that California were as populous as Italy—someday it will be. Suppose it had a population of millions. Could California, even with its vast resources, support an army of a quarter of a million men as Italy does? She could do it only as Italy does, by grinding the people into the dust with oppressive taxation.”
Source: Argonaut Letters
“California as a nation or part of a larger West Coast nation, should other states join with California, would be a good influence on the rest of the United States.”
“California became the last state in the west to regulate groundwater usage. The state`s first-ever mandatory water restrictions soon followed.”
“California belongs to Joan Didion. Not the California where everyone wears aviator sunglasses, owns a Jacuzzi and buys his clothes on Rodeo Drive. But California in the sense of the West. The old West where Manifest Destiny was an almost palpable notion that was somehow tied to the land and the climate and one's own family-an unspoken belief that was passed down to children in stories and sayings.”
“California can and does furnish the best bad things that are obtainable in America.”
Source: The Land of Gold: Reality Versus Fiction
“California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.”
Source: White Noise
“California Governor Gray Davis visited an elementary school here in Los Angeles where he taught a class. I don't want to say he was unpopular but the kids gave him a wedgie and stuffed him in a locker.”