S Quotes
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“So while you're an athlete, and you have that platform, what you want to be able to do is make it work for you as much as possible, because there's going to be life after sports.”
“So while you're getting ripped apart head to toe as you fall into a black hole, you will also extrude through the fabric of space and time, like toothpaste squeezed through a tube. To all the words in the English language that describe ways to die (e.g., homicide, suicide, electrocution, suffocation, starvation) we add the term spaghettification.”
“So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone.”
“So while you're trying to improvise, you're also trying to puppeteer, you're doing everything that you need to do to perform a puppet in our style, for a camera.”
“So Whitehead's metaphysics doesn't fit very well on to physics as we understand the process of the world.”
“So who am I?
I said it before;
I am fearless.
Willing to take the plunge--
Any dare there is.
Damned right, I'm her--I am her and more!
Damned right you'd better
HEAR ME ROAR!”
“So who are we going to blame for our disappointments and our failures?”
“So who are you then, Todd Hewitt?" he says. "What makes you so special?" Now that, I think, is a very good asking.”
“So who do you want to be?” I smiled, resting my head against his chest. “I’m not sure yet, but I’m looking forward to finding out.”
“So who gave him his name?" I asked.
"Kerrick," Belen answered.
Not who I'd expect. "Why 'Flea'?"
A full-out grin spread across Flea's face. "Cause I'm fast and hard to catch."
"Because he's a pest and hard to squash," Belen said.
"Because he jumps about three feet in the air when you scare him," Loren added.
"Because he's annoying and makes us itch with impatience," Quain said.
"Thanks, guys. I love you too." Flea made exaggerated kissing noises and patted his ass.”
Source: Touch of Power
“So who is better off, those who share love long enough to see which parts inevitably fade or those who lose their love when it is still pristine? I think each is lonely in a different place, though if you lose your love while it is still perfect you at least have a clear explanation for your grief, while if it gradually crumbles in your hands you do not.”
Source: Losing Julia
“So Who Is Christen Kuikoua
Who is Christen Kuikoua?
Is It Just a Random Person
is it Just a Dream,
Or is a Person With a Soul
Days By Days
Night By Night
You Work Through the valley of the Death
Trying to Figure Who is Me,
How did I Come To Be
You ask Yourself,
Am I Mistake
Or just someone's Mistake
Before You Remember That
You are Not A Mistake
Then You Ask Yourself Again
Who is Christen Kuikoua?
Then You Answer With Faith
I am a Child of The Living God
The God That Sent His Beloved Son To Die For me
The God That Said In Jeremiah 29:11
'For I know the plans I have for you,'
Plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you a hope and a future.
and Then You Asked Yourself Again
Who is Christen Kuikoua?
And In silence God Answer You Are
My Child That I Will Use To Do Great Things
You Are Not ordinary You Are Special
You Are Loved, You are Cared For
And Later With a Smile You Answer I am Christen Kuikoua
The little Teen That God Love So Much
That he Made His Own Son Die For Me And The Multitude
You Answer I am Christen Kuikoua Not a Mistake
For Before I Was he Knew The Plans He Had For Me.”
“So who is cruel? You, cruel reader, you are.”
Source: The Human Script
“So who is God? No one can finally say. That is not within human competence. All we can ever say is how we believe we have experienced God, doing our best to dispel our human delusions. Let me try to do just that. I experience God as the source of life calling me to live fully and thus to respect life in every form as embodying the holy.”
“So, who is it?" Stella is persisting, somewhat suspiciously. "What's his name?"
But if I don't tell her the truth, what do I say? My mind draws a blank. I don't want to lie to her- "um..." walking back to the bedroom, I notice the postcard Spike chose for me resting on my top of my dresser. I haven't written that one yet. Absently I pick it up and turn it over. On the back is written "Matthew Macfadyen as Fitzwilliam Darcy." "Fitzwilliam," I blurt. "No, what's his first name?" she asks. "That is his first name.”
Source: Me and Mr. Darcy
“so who knows truly whence it has arisen?
Whence all creation had its origin,
he, whether he fashioned it or whether he did not,
he, who surveys it all from highest heaven,
he knows - or maybe even he does not know.”
“So who's next...So to speak.” I ask “Well if I where to tell you would you be willing to contribute in making sure they survived.” I swallowed hard as I felt my stomach drop I nodded slowly I'd never get a chance like this again I had to make the most of it, “I will.”
Source: Temerity
“So who was she? (Vane) Why do you assume it was a female? (Fang) Didn’t know you were fond of men. I’ll file that under my special Fang folder. (Vane)”
“So who will I get today?’ asked one eagerly,
‘The most beautiful of them all,’ chuckled the eunuch.
‘What is she called?’
‘Phulwati, Mrignaini, Meethi, Champa...’
Hira began reciting the poetic list of names. Little did the boys know that the whores down below were bald, toothless hags, some marked with pox, others filled with pus. The warm blanket of darkness made them all beautiful.”
Source: Box of Lies: A Love Story, Without Love
“So, who won the fight?' Cassian asked the next morning as she sat on her rock and watched him go through his exercises.
He hadn't asked at breakfast about the black eye and cut chin or how stiffly she'd moved. Neither had Mor upon her arrival. That the bruising and cuts remained at all told Nesta how bad the fall had been, but as High Fae, with her improved healing, they were already on the mend.
...
'What fight?' She examined her mangled nails. Even with the... whatever it was she'd flung out to catch herself, her nails had cracked. She didn't let herself name what had come from within her, didn't let herself acknowledge it. By dawn, it had been strangled into submission.
'The one between you and the stairs.'
Nesta cut him a glare. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
Cassian began moving once more, drawing his sword and running through a series of movements that all seemed designed to hack a person in two. 'You know: three in the morning, you leave your room to get shit-faced drunk in town, and you're in such a rush to conquer the steps that you fall down a good thirty of them before you can stop yourself.'
Had he seen the step? The handprint?
She demanded. 'How do you know that?'
He shrugged.
'Are you watching me?' Before he could answer, she spat. 'You were watching and didn't come to help?'
Cassian shrugged again. 'You stopped falling. If you'd kept at it, someone would have eventually come to catch you before you hit the bottom.'
She hissed at him.
He only grinned and beckoned with a hand. 'Want to join me?'
'I should push you down those stairs.'
...
'Well?' he demanded, an edge creeping into his voice. 'If you've got those glorious bruises, you might as well claim it came from training and not a pathetic tumble.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“So who's on drugs here?... He looks as if he's on drugs.”
“So who's perfect? ... Washington had false teeth. Franklin was nearsighted. Mussolini had syphilis. Unpleasant things have been said about Walt Whitman and Oscar Wilde. Tchaikovsky had his problems, too. And Lincoln was constipated.”
“So who's the big red menace nowadays? Cuba. That's it? I'm sorry, but it's hard to whip up any us against them nationalist fervor about a country whose principal export is citizens who can swim.”
“So whom does God wrong in commanding the destruction of the Canaanites? Not the Canaanite adults, for they were corrupt and deserving of judgment. Not the children, for they inherit eternal life. So who is wronged? Ironically, I think the most difficult part of this whole debate is the apparent wrong done to the Israeli soldiers themselves. Can you imagine what it would be like to have to break into some house and kill a terrified woman and her children? The brutalising effect on these Israeli soldiers is disturbing.”
“So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.”
“So why am I facing a recall election? Simple: the big government union bosses from Washington want their money. They don't like the fact that I did something fundamentally pro-worker; something that's truly about freedom.”
“So why am I not dead? Why has death not come to me? I gave it an open invitation. I'd wanted to die. But here I am, still existing. I am still aware of things.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“So why am I so reluctant to surrender to God? Why so slow to yield? Perhaps it is because I am not only in enemy-occupied territory, but because I am enemy-occupied territory.”
“So why are we having to fight in 2012 against politicians who want to end access to birth control? It's like we woke up in a bad episode of 'Mad Men'.”
“So why are we practicing this, anyway?" Percy asked. "Do you guys spend a lot of time laying siege to fortified cities?”
“So why are you skipping school? Can you tell me that?"
"Nothing ever really happens," I say.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning nothing original or new ever really happens and school is just a place where we all pretend like we're new and original and we're not. We're all the same.”
Source: Still Life with Tornado
“So why are you so mad at me for kissing you?”
“Because you took too long. If you'd done that, say, three years ago, we wouldn't have only had one kiss before we both get horribly mutilated.”
Source: Ushers, Inc.
“So why aren’t you living with your sister?” “She wanted to meet new people,” Cath said. “You make it sound like she broke up with you.”
Source: Fangirl
“So why bother investing in one’s memory in an age of externalized memories? The best answer I can give is the one I received unwittingly from EP, whose memory had been so completely lost that he could not place himself in time or space, or relative to other people. That is: How we perceive the world and how we act in it are products of how and what we remember. We’re all just a bundle of habits shaped by our memories. And to the extent that we control our lives, we do so by gradually altering those habits, which is to say the networks of our memories. No lasting joke, invention, insight, or work of art was ever produced by an external memory. Not yet, at least. Our ability to find humor in the world, to make connections between previously unconnected notions, to create new ideas, to share in a common culture: All these essentially human acts depend on memory. Now more than ever, as the role of memory in our culture erodes at a faster pace than ever before, we need to cultivate our ability to remember. Our memories make us who we are. They are the seat of our values and source of our character.”
Source: Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything
“So why bother investing in one's memory in the age of externalized memories? The best answer I can give is the one that I received unwittingly from EP, whose memory had been so completely lost that he could not place himself rin time or space, or relative to other people. That is: How we perceive the world and how we act in it are products of how and what we remember. We're all just a bundle of of habits shaped by our memories. And to the extent that we control our lives, we do so by gradually altering those habits, which is to say the networks or our memory. No lasting joke, invention, insight, or work of art was ever produced by an external memory. Not yet, at least. Or ability to find humour in the world, to make connections between previously unconnected notions, to create new ideas, to share in a common culture: All these essentially human acts depend on memory. Now more than ever, as the role of memory in our culture erodes at a faster pace than ever before, we need to cultivate our ability to remember. Our memories make us who we are. They are the seat of our values ad source of our character. [...] That's what Ed had been trying to impart to me from the beginning: that memory training is not just fro the sake of performing partyb tricks; it's about nurturing something profoundly and essentially human.”
Source: Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything
“So why did he do it?"
Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistake. He fell in love.”
Source: Lola and the Boy Next Door
“So why did he do it?"
Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistakes. He fell in love.”
Source: Lola and the Boy Next Door
“So why did I come for her? Why did I allow emotions to control me? Emotions were deceptive. They made men do foolish things”
Source: Fawkes
“So why did I think about her every second? Why was I so much happier the minute I saw her? I felt like maybe I knew the answer, but how could I be sure? I didn't know, and I didn't have any way to find out. Guys don't talk about stuff like that. We just lie under the pile of bricks.”
“So why did poor artists originally hang around in cafes?"
"I don't know. Inspiration from the atmosphere."
"Ha! No, you've been tricked, too, just like the rest of us. Cafes didn't have inspirational atmosphere at first. That only came later, when you knew artists had been hanging around in them.”
Source: Prague
“So why did the King James translation of the Bible use the word ‘kill’ rather than ‘murder’? Because four hundred years ago when the translation was made, ‘kill’ was synonymous with ‘murder.’ As a result, some people don’t realize that English has changed since 1610 and therefore think that the Ten Commandments prohibit all killing. But, of course, they don’t. If the Ten Commandments forbade killing, we would all have to be vegetarians—killing animals would be prohibited. And we would all have to be pacifists—since we could not kill even in self-defense.”
Source: The Ten Commandments: Still the Best Moral Code
“So why did you come over?" I said to Max.
He turned around and started walking backward. He spread his arms out wide. "For love!" He had to jerk his hands back in when they got too close to the flames.
Cole broke out in spasms of laughter.
"What is it?"
Cole looked at me. "I brought him over. Ages ago.”
Source: Everbound
“So why did you get shot? One of your witticisms go awry? (Nekoda)”
“So why did you want to kiss me?" "We're friends aren't we?" Callum shrugged. I relaxed into a smile. "Of course we are." "And if you can't kiss your friends who can you kiss?" Callum smiled.”
Source: Black & White
“So why didn't ABCP investors -- at least the large institutional investors -- have a better grasp of the uncertain nature of market disruption triggers as defined under Canadian-style liquidity? Probably because the contracts were not available for review to investors wishing to purchase ABCP -- yet another example of the lack of transparency surrounding the distribution and sale of this product.”
Source: Back from the Brink: Lessons from the Canadian Asset-Backed Commercial Paper Crisis
“So, why didn't you? There's bound to be some gadget in your computer that would have let you get out of there." This was a question Tori had been burning to ask ever since Donald decided to stay behind in spite of being able to run. She didn't understand it, simply couldn't fathom why he'd lay down his life like that. Fighting for friends and family was one thing, but they could have evacuated with the rest of the club.”
Source: Forging Hephaestus
“So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”
Source: Very Good Lives: The Fringe Benefits of Failure and the Importance of Imagination
“So why do I write, torturing myself to put it down? Because in spite of myself I've learned some things. Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled "file and forget," and I can neither file nor forget. Nor will certain ideas forget me; they keep filing away at my lethargy, my complacency. Why should I be the one to dream this nightmare?”
Source: Invisible Man
“So why do people keep on watching? The answer, by now, should be perfectly obvious: we love television because television brings us a world in which television does not exist. In fact, deep in their hearts, this is what the spuds crave most: a rich, new, participatory life.”
Source: WORST YEARS OF OUR LIVES
“So why do we call her crazy for piling her trailer full of more cats than she could take care of but applaud when somebody accumulates more money than they can spend? They're both hoarders.”
Source: Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits