F Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with F. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Few years ago, I said something about the Academy being very white male, which is the reality, and I was slashed to pieces by the media.”
“Few young men know the Oedipal torment of growing up with an insanely hot, perpetually single mom.”
Source: Armada
“Few, as I have said, are the humorists who can induce this state. To master and dissolve us, to give us the joy of being worn down and tired out with laughter, is a success to be won by no man save in virtue of a rare staying-power. Laughter becomes extreme only if it be consecutive. There must be no pauses for recovery. Touch-and-go humour, however happy, is not enough. The jester must be able to grapple his theme and hang on to it, twisting it this way and that, and making it yield magically all manner of strange and precious things.”
Source: And Even Now
“Few, if any, forces in human affairs are as powerful as shared vision.”
“Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender to the vague but murderous pressure of adult conformity.”
Source: The Collected Autobiographies of Maya Angelou
“Fewer Americans are at work today than in April 2000, even though the population since then has grown by 31 million.”
“Fewer and fewer Americans possess objects that have a patina, old furniture, grandparents pots and pans - the used things, warm with generations of human touch, essential to a human landscape. Instead, we have our paper phantoms, transistorized landscapes. A featherweight portable museum.”
Source: On photography
“Fewer and fewer families can afford a roof over their head. This is among the most urgent and pressing issues facing America today, and acknowledging the breadth and depth of the problem changes the way we look at poverty. For decades, we’ve focused mainly on jobs, public assistance, parenting, and mass incarceration. No one can deny the importance of these issues, but something fundamental is missing. We have failed to fully appreciate how deeply housing is implicated in the creation of poverty. Not everyone living in a distressed neighborhood is associated with gang members, parole officers, employers, social workers, or pastors. But nearly all of them have a landlord.”
Source: Evicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City
“Fewer and fewer people are attracted to the church service and more and more people are attracted to the service of the church.”
“Fewer and fewer people are paying larger and larger percentage of the tax burden, as you know, almost half the people pay no income taxes at all. We're going to have more people in the wagon than we got pulling the wagon before long and that's not going to work. Those jobless numbers, you know, go hand-in-hand with those tax numbers.”
“Fewer people are bent from hard work than are crooked from avoiding it.”
Source: See You at the Top
“Fewer people have successfully solo-circumnavigated the globe than have journeyed into space.”
Source: Unsinkable: A Young Woman's Courageous Battle on the High Seas
“Fewer people working means permanently lower tax revenues.”
“Fewer possess virtue, than those who wish us to believe that they possess it.”
“Fewer publishers mean you have a limited set of aesthetics, so you know who can and can't send your work to. You have more situations where you take the offer or don't get published or you learn to self-publish.”
“Fewer teens having sex is one of the reasons behind what many see as one of the most positive youth trends in recent years: the teen birthrate hit an all-time low in 2015, cut by more than half since its modern peak in the early 1990s.”
Source: iGen: Why Today’s Super-Connected Kids Are Growing Up Less Rebellious, More Tolerant, Less Happy--and Completely Unprepared for Adulthood--and What That Means for the Rest of Us
“Fewer than 40 percent of the alternative therapies are discussed with one's physician, In my personal view, the current status quo which could easily be described as 'Don't ask and don't tell,' needs to be abandoned -- that is not in anyone's best interest.”
“Fewer than half of all university professors publish as much as one article per year.”
“Fewer than one in twenty security professionals has the core competence and the foundation knowledge to take a system all the way from a completely unknown state of security through mapping, vulnerability testing, password cracking, modem testing, vulnerability patching, firewall tuning, instrumentation, virus detection at multiple entry points, and even through back-ups and configuration management.”
Source: Network Intrusion Detection
“Fewer things are lovelier to me than a full-blown rose when it opens up its heart.”
“Fewer women would have abortions if wombs had windows.”
“Fey bersifat magis, tidak logis, dan tidak bisa dijelaskan. Sains tidak dapat membuktikan keberadaan faery. Jadi menurut sains, kami tidak ada. -- Grimalkin, tokoh dalam The Iron King)”
Source: The Iron King
“Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.”
“Feydeau's one rule of playwriting:
Character A: My life is perfect as long as I don't see Character B.
Knock Knock.
Enter Character B.”
“Feynman resented the polished myths of most scientific history, submerging the false steps and halting uncertainties under a surface of orderly intellectual progress, but he created a myth of his own.”
Source: Genius: the life and science of Richard Feynman
“Feynman said, “If, in some cataclysm, all of scientific knowledge were to be destroyed, and only one sentence passed on to the next generations of creatures, what statement would contain the most information in the fewest words? In that one sentence, you will see, there is an enormous amount of information about the world, if just a little imagination and thinking are applied”
Our sentence would be: “The Monadology asserts that the fundamental units of existence are INFINITE, dimensionless, living, thinking points – monads, ZEROS, souls – each of which has INFINITE energy content, all controlled by a single equation – Euler’s Formula – and the collective energy of this universe of mathematical points creates a physical universe of which every objective value is ZERO, but, through a self-solving, self-optimizing, dialectical, evolving process, the universe generates a final, subjective value of INFINITY – divinity, perfection, the ABSOLUTE.”
For ours is the religion of zero and infinity, the two numbers that define the soul and the whole of existence. As above, so below.”
Source: The God Equation
“Feynman's cryptic remark, "no one is that much smarter ...," to me, implies something Feynman kept emphasizing: that the key to his achievements was not anything "magical" but the right attitude, the focus on nature's reality, the focus on asking the right questions, the willingness to try (and to discard) unconventional answers, the sensitive ear for phoniness, self-deception, bombast, and conventional but unproven assumptions.”
“Feyre Cursebreaker,” someone whispered. Well, that was a new name.”
“Feyre,' he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark Solstice morning.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Feyre,' he said, his voice hoarse. As if he'd been screaming.
'Yes,' I said. He studied my face- the taloned hand at my throat. And released me immediately.
I lay there, staring up at where he now knelt on the bed, rubbing his hands over his face. My traitorous eyes indeed dared to look lower than his chest- but my attention snagged on the twin tattoos on each of his knees: a towering mountain crowned by three stars. Beautiful- but brutal, somehow.
'You were having a nightmare,' I said, easing into a sitting position. Like some dam had been cracked open inside me, I glanced at my hand- and willed it to vanish into shadow. It did.
Half a thought scattered the darkness again.
His hands, however, still ended in long, black talons- and his feet... they ended in claws, too. The wings were out, slumped down behind him. And I wondered how close he'd been to fully shifting into that beast he'd once told me he hated.
He lowered his hands, talons fading into fingers. 'I'm sorry.'
'That's why you're staying here, not at the House. You don't want others seeing this.'
'I normally keep it contained to my room. I'm sorry it woke you.'
I fisted my hands in my lap to keep from touching him. 'How often does it happen?'
Rhys's violet eyes met mine, and I knew the answer before he said, 'As often as you.'
I swallowed hard. 'What did you dream of tonight?'
He shook his head, looking toward the window- to where snow had dusted the nearby rooftops. 'There are memories from Under the Mountain, Feyre, that are best left unshared. Even with you.'
He'd shared enough horrific things with me that they had to be... beyond nightmares, then. But I put a hand on his elbow, naked body and all. 'When you want to talk, let me know. I won't tell the others.'
I made to slither off the bed, but he grabbed my hand, keeping it against his arm. 'Thank you.'
I studied the hand, the ravaged face. Such pain lingered there- and exhaustion. The face he never let anyone see.
I pushed up onto my knees and kissed his cheek, his skin warm and soft beneath my mouth. It was over before it started, but- but how many nights had I wanted someone to do the same for me?
His eyes were a bit wide as I pulled away, and he didn't stop me as I eased off the bed. I was almost out the door when I turned back to him.
Rhys still knelt, wings drooping across the white sheets, head bowed, his tattoos stark against his golden skin. A dark, fallen prince.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Feyre,' he said, reaching for me, but I stepped out of range. 'Why do you need to know these things? Is it not enough for you to recover in peace? You earned that for yourself. You earned it. I relaxed the number of sentries here; I've been trying... trying to be better about it. So leave the rest of it-' He took a steadying breath. 'This isn't the time for this conversation.'
It was never the time for this conversation, or that conversation. But I didn't say it. I didn't have the energy to say it, and the words dried up and blew away. So I memorised the lines of Tamlin's face, and didn't fight him as he pulled me to his chest and held me tightly.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Feyre,' he said- softly enough that I faced him again. 'Why?' He tilted his head to the side. 'You dislike our kind on a good day. And after Andras...' Even in the darkened hallway, his usually bright eyes were shadowed. 'So why?'
I took a step closer to him, my blood-covered feet sticking to the rug. I glanced down the stairs to where I could still see the prone form of the faerie and the stumps of his wings.
'Because I wouldn't want to die alone,' I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. 'Because I'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. That's something everyone deserves, human or faerie.' I swallowed hard, my throat painfully tight. 'I regret what I did to Andras,' I said, the words so strangled they were no more than a whisper. 'I regret that there was... such hate in my heart. I wish I could undo it- and... I'm sorry. So very sorry.'
I couldn't remember the last time- if ever- I'd spoken to anyone like that. But he just nodded and turned away, and I wondered if I should say more, if I should kneel and beg for his forgiveness. If he felt such grief, such guilt, over a stranger, than Andras... By the time I opened my mouth, he was already down the steps.
I watched him- watched every movement he made, the muscles of his body visible through that blood-soaked tunic, watched that invisible weight bearing down on his shoulders. He didn't look at me as he scooped up the broken body and carried it to the garden doors beyond my line of sight. I went to the window at the top of the stairs, watching as Tamlin carried the faerie through the moonlit garden and into the rolling fields beyond. He never once glanced back.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Feyre,' Lucien pleaded, and dared another step, his hand outraised.
My arrow angled toward him, my bowstring groaning.
I'd never realised that while Lucien had been trained as a warrior, Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Rhys were warriors. Cassian could wipe Lucien off the face of the earth in a single blow.
'Put the arrow down,' Lucien murmured, like he was soothing a wild animal.
Behind him, the four sentinels closed in. Herding me.
The High Lord's pet and possession.
'Don't,' I breathed. 'Touch. Me.'
'You don't understand the mess we're in, Feyre. We- I need you home. Now.'
I didn't want to hear it. Peering at the stream below, I calculated my odds.
The look cost me. Lucien lunged, hand out. One touch, that was all it'd take-
I was no the High Lord's pet any longer.
And maybe the world should learn that I did indeed have fangs.
Lucien's finger grazed the sleeve of my leather jacket.
And I became smoke and ash and night.
The world stilled and bent, and there was Lucien, lunging so slowly for what was now blank space as I stepped around him, as I hurtled for the trees behind the sentinels.
I stopped, and time resumed its natural flow. Lucien staggered, catching himself before he went over the cliff- and whirled, eye wide to discover me now standing behind his sentinels. Bron and Hart flinched and backed away. From me.
And from Rhysand at my side.
Lucien froze. I made my face a mirror of ice; the unfeeling twin to the cruel amusement on Rhysand's features as he picked at a fleck of lint on his dark tunic.
Dark, elegant clothes- no wings, no fighting leathers.
The unruffled, fine clothes... Another weapon. To hide just how skilled and powerful he was; to hide where he came from and what he loved. A weapon worth the cost of the magic he'd used to hide it- even if it put us at risk of being tracked.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Feyre!" someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Fezzik's in trouble, bubble bubble, His brain is just not in the pink, His mind is rubble, rub-a-dub double, Because everyone needs him to think.”
Source: The Princess Bride
“FGM breaches all human rights and has no place in any 21st century society.”
“FGM is a cycle of oppression that can only be stopped through education and collective action”
Source: Through Tragedy and Triumph: A Life Well Traveled
“Fhairshon had a son,
Who married Noah's daughter,
And nearly spoil'd to Flood,
By trinking up ta water:
Which he would have done,
I at least believe it,
Had ta mixture peen
Only half Glenlivet.”
“Fhairshon swore a feud Against the clan M,Tavish; Marched into their land To murder and to rafish; For he did resolve To extirpate the vipers, With four-and-twenty men And five-and-thirty pipers.”
Source: The book of ballads [by sir T. Martin and W.E. Aytoun] ed. by Bon Gaultier
“Fia,” James says, and I love the way he always answers the phone with my name: a statement, not a question.”
Source: Perfect Lies
“Fiat dominated banks refusing to work with cryptocurrency are like bookstores refusing to work with the internet. Only time will tell.”
“Fiat has a lot going for it in terms of design, technology and efficiency.”
“Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1.”
“Fiat justitia, ruat coelum. (Do the right thing even if the heavens fall.) It's not nearly as naïve a maxim as it seems, because in the real world it often turns out that doing what is morally the right thing is also, in practical terms, the right thing to do.”
“Fib and the Axe of fury
The urge to leave came strong, insistent, urgent. I couldn't stand the hypocrisy that my mother
was showing. Suddenly, the woman whom I'd adored for most of my life became the bad guy:
a liar who wanted to hide the truth from her own child.”
Source: Fib and the Axe of Fury
“FIB, n. A lie that has not cut its teeth. An habitual liar's nearest approach to truth: the perigee of his eccentric orbit.”
Source: The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary
“Fiber has a beneficial effect in preventing colon cancer.”
“Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral.”
“Fibonacci symmetries are attractive.”
“Fibre optic is becoming like electricity. If you look at how electricity spread around the globe 100 years ago, that's what's happening now.”