Scrambling Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
i-like-to-go-rock-scrambling
anxiety-is-our-agitated-soul-scrambling-for-control-beth-moore
scrambling-towards-caller-disbelievers-will-say-this-is-difficult-day-alqamar-8
like-eggs-im-scrambling-to-get-ahead-in-this-economic-depression-jarod-kintz
we-are-scrambling-desperately-to-make-sense-our-life-our-world-debasish-mridha
they-worry-one-another-like-mastiffs-scrambling-for-rank-pay-like-apes-for-nuts-john-adams
before-you-begin-scrambling-up-ladder-success-make-sure-that-it-is-leaning-against-right-building-stephen-covey
if-you-want-to-find-the-real-competition-just-look-in-the-mirror-after-awhile-youll-see-your-rivals-scrambling-for-second-place
not-clue-no-i-dont-touch-drugs-the-worlds-unstable-enough-without-scrambling-your-brain-for-kicks-david-mitchell
shouldnt-we-also-ask-ourselves-what-consequences-are-scrambling-to-provide-most-everything-to-our-children-in-world-fast-dwindling-resources-john-taylor-gatto
god-showers-upon-us-his-giftsmore-than-enough-for-all-but-like-swine-scrambling-for-food-we-tread-them-in-mire-rend-each-other-henry-george
discovering-vocation-does-not-mean-scrambling-toward-some-prize-just-beyond-my-reach-but-accepting-treasure-true-self-i-already-posses-parker-j-palmer
its-your-eyes-i-think-they-promise-something-kind-heaven-help-world-should-you-ever-turn-dark-you-would-send-satan-himself-scrambling-heidi-cullinan
letter-scrambling-trouble-reading-is-just-small-part-dyslexia-it-is-also-auditory-processing-problem
strickland-was-scrambling-for-his-life-whole-game-but-he-found-his-guys-they-kept-going-we-did-lot-things-wrong-theres-going-to-be-some-changes-made-bob-landsee
nyc-marathon-cancelled-runners-are-scrambling-to-find-some-other-meaningless-accomplishment-to-use-as-proxy-for-control-over-their-lives-nils-parker
the-thing-is-i-have-zillion-apps-im-always-looking-for-perfect-arrangement-for-them-scrambling-my-home-screen-is-part-that-eternal-quest-susan-orlean
how-small-we-humans-are-all-our-scrambling-around-trying-to-buttress-ourselves-against-death-all-our-efforts-to-insulate-ourselves-against-uncertainty-nancy-horan
i-must-apologize-for-calling-late-said-he-i-must-further-beg-you-to-be-unconventional-as-to-allow-me-to-leave-your-house-presently-by-scrambling-arthur-conan-doyle
i-must-apologize-for-calling-late-said-he-i-must-further-beg-you-to-be-unconventional-as-to-allow-me-to-leave-your-house-presently-by-scrambling-over-your-back-garden-wall-arthur
instead-scrambling-for-security-in-national-victory-domination-in-preparation-for-war-military-aggression-we-must-relearn-values-cooperation-marva-dawn
whos-that-call-waiting-on-telephone-line-and-new-friends-can-get-fragile-scrambling-for-time-with-you-a-bad-time-ida
when-youve-moved-past-point-where-youre-just-scrambling-for-jobs-you-think-about-things-that-you-want-to-do-and-things-that-you-want-to-do-are-governed-by-what-youve-seen-what-yo
with-begging-scrambling-we-find-little-but-with-being-true-to-ourselves-we-find-great-deal-more-rabindranath-tagore
i-always-tell-my-kids-if-you-lay-down-people-will-step-over-you-but-if-you-keep-scrambling-if-you-keep-going-someone-will-always-always-give-you-hand-always-but-you-gotta-keep-da
titles-either-come-to-you-at-beginning-they-dont-come-to-you-at-all-i-find-i-hate-feeling-that-i-havent-got-title-because-it-usually-means-that-you-are-left-at-end-scrambling-aro
it-was-tradition-to-represent-dancer-frozen-in-chosen-position-like-snapshot-i-broke-away-from-this-tradition-by-superimposing-postures-blending-sonia-delaunay
when-im-scrambling-between-dress-air-there-are-people-i-like-more-than-other-people-lorne-michaels
the-failure-to-work-out-sensible-budgets-makes-it-impossible-for-government-agencies-to-make-longterm-plans-instead-leaves-them-scrambling-to-spend-matt-taibbi
ive-described-my-usual-writing-process-as-scrambling-from-peak-to-peak-on-inspiration-through-foggy-valleys-despised-logic-inspiration-is-better-when-lois-mcmaster-bujold
when-i-first-saw-her-she-dropped-her-purse-was-scrambling-to-find-her-glasses-i-was-two-doors-down-on-right-side-hall-i-walked-over-picked-them-up-i-handed-them-to-her-she-slippe
The authoritarian system we live under is set to benefit a tiny minority - an all-powerful elite gets obscenely rich, while billions are cheated out of realizing their true potential. But the system is rotten. It's ripe for collapse. It's the duty of every revolutionary - everyone of us - to hasten that collapse... It's not a crime to fight injustice... The system's conditioned us - hypnotized nearly everybody into accepting that life has to be the way it is. We're hypnotized into believing war is natural - famine is natural - crime is natural... but they're not. They're products of the system and its all-consuming greed! People have become robots - zombies - too busy scrambling for day-to-day existence to be able to see they're really victims. It's up to us to open their eyes. From cradle to grave, we're taught - indoctrinated! - that happiness depends on always getting more. Buy - throw away - buy more! Doesn't matter if we destroy the planet on the way! Politicians say they can fix the world's problems. Just give them more power. Religions say do more of what they order and you'll be happy - but only after you're dead! They've been making the same hollow promises for thousands of years, and we, the people - the sheep - have listened. But it's time to wake up and smell the coffee - the days of external authority and force-backed power are numbered... that's the way the system is set up! A sham democracy that acts as a front for the elite's ambitions... It doesn't have to be like that. We can change it!

Alan Grant
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A figure held his daughter in the rocker. In the dim light he couldn't make out the features, but the sight of anyone he didn't know sitting in Wendy's rocker with their daughter was enough to scare the shit out of him. Judging by the shuddering movements of his daughter's body it had frightened her too, had caused her to mewl. He wanted to charge forward and reclaim his daughter, but he didn't know what would happen if he acted so quickly. What would he do if it hurt her? What would he do if it killed her? 'What-what do you want? I'll do anything just don't take my daughter. She's... all I have left.' The figure stopped rocking and slowly eased its way to its feet. There's not much light in the room but as it moved closer to the bed and it settled the baby in her crib, he saw just enough of her face in the moonlight. 'Wendy?' His voice is as full of horror as it is with awe. He can't help but be horrified at the sight of her now, the way that death has changed her, making her a terrible figure indeed. Her eyes are strange; some depth, some dark and terrible nothing has swallowed up all of her light, and in this first moment he swears he can feel the awful cold of that operating room coming off of her flesh. She is so small and so hard to look at, as if his mind can't quite focus on her form. Through the bars of the crib he can see her anger and hear the terrible, alien sound of her hiss. 'What do you want?' She doesn't answer him, staring cold and blank through those stark white bars, and then she was scrambling toward him across the floor, making him press flat against the wall to get away from her skittering shape.

Amanda M. Lyons
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Bradley is one of the few basketball players who have ever been appreciatively cheered by a disinterested away-from-home crowd while warming up. This curious event occurred last March, just before Princeton eliminated the Virginia Military Institute, the year's Southern Conference champion, from the NCAA championships. The game was played in Philadelphia and was the last of a tripleheader. The people there were worn out, because most of them were emotionally committed to either Villanova or Temple-two local teams that had just been involved in enervating battles with Providence and Connecticut, respectively, scrambling for a chance at the rest of the country. A group of Princeton players shooting basketballs miscellaneously in preparation for still another game hardly promised to be a high point of the evening, but Bradley, whose routine in the warmup time is a gradual crescendo of activity, is more interesting to watch before a game than most players are in play. In Philadelphia that night, what he did was, for him, anything but unusual. As he does before all games, he began by shooting set shots close to the basket, gradually moving back until he was shooting long sets from 20 feet out, and nearly all of them dropped into the net with an almost mechanical rhythm of accuracy. Then he began a series of expandingly difficult jump shots, and one jumper after another went cleanly through the basket with so few exceptions that the crowd began to murmur. Then he started to perform whirling reverse moves before another cadence of almost steadily accurate jump shots, and the murmur increased. Then he began to sweep hook shots into the air. He moved in a semicircle around the court. First with his right hand, then with his left, he tried seven of these long, graceful shots-the most difficult ones in the orthodoxy of basketball-and ambidextrously made them all. The game had not even begun, but the presumably unimpressible Philadelphians were applauding like an audience at an opera.

John McPhee
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Jenks and I stood there like statues watching him twitch, his eyes rolling up in his head. He clutched at his clothes pulling the wooden pole they hung from down on top of him. Slowly his right hand came scrambling out away from his body to clutch at my left leg. Without thinking I shoved my crucifix at him and he pulled his hand back with a hiss, shielding his face again. As quickly as I could, I dug my tubes of Holy Water out of my coat pocket and emptied them on his head. He shrieked again and clawed at his face. Jenks followed suit, pouring his two vials on Skorzeny's body and legs. Skorzeny started to foam and bubble before our eyes. I was paralyzed. I couldn't quite believe what was happening. Those books hadn't described any of this. I was feeling dizzy and sick. The shrieks turned to groans and a gurgling deep in his throat. He pulled his hands away from his face and it looked like the disintegrating Portrait of Dorian Gray. I looked over to Jenks who had an odd expression on his face. I looked over to Jenks who had on odd expression on his face. He motioned to me and reached for my left hand which, I noticed, was still clutching the airline hag with the stake and hammer in it. I dropped it and he grabbed it off the floor, moving over to the smoking form still squirming in the closet which smelled even more foul than before, and oozing a greenish yellow pus from the crumpled clothing on his scarecrow frame. Jenks looked back at me and handed me the stake and hammer. 'Go ahead. This was your idea. Finish it.' I declined, turning away. Jenks spun me around violently and thrust the stake into my left hand. He pushed me toward what was left of Skorzeny and forced me to my knees. He forced my hand toward Skorzeny, positioning the stake over the man's chest. Then he stuck the hammer in my right hand. 'Do it, you gutless sonofabitch. Finish it... now!' And he stepped away. I looked at him and back at Skorzeny. Then I gave one vicious swing and hit the stake dead center. The thing made a gurgling grunt, like a pig snuffling for food, and started to regurgitate a blackish fluid from its mouth. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and hit the stake three more times. Then I fell back and threw up. When I looked back, Skorzeny's hands, or what was left of them, clutched at the stake trying to pull it out. Suddenly, he emitted a kind of moaning, sucking sound, gagged and more bile-colored liquid flecked with black and red came coiling up in a viscous rope like some evil worm from his mouth. And he stopped moving, his hands still clutching the stake. Then a sort of gaseous mist started to rise from his body and it was so much worse than the original smell that I pushed Jenks aside and ran from the house. I ran all the way to a patrol car where I slumped against the left front wheel as Jenks slowly strolled toward me. He walked past me, ignoring me, and opened his trunk, taking out a couple of small gas cans, and headed back to the house. I wasn't paying much attention until he left the house again and I saw it was aflame.

Jeff Rice
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Gadgetry will continue to relieve mankind of tedious jobs. Kitchen units will be devised that will prepare 'automeals, ' heating water and converting it to coffee; toasting bread; frying, poaching or scrambling eggs, grilling bacon, and so on. Breakfasts will be 'ordered' the night before to be ready by a specified hour the next morning. Communications will become sight-sound and you will see as well as hear the person you telephone. The screen can be used not only to see the people you call but also for studying documents and photographs and reading passages from books. Synchronous satellites, hovering in space will make it possible for you to direct-dial any spot on earth, including the weather stations in Antarctica. [M]en will continue to withdraw from nature in order to create an environment that will suit them better. By 2014, electroluminescent panels will be in common use. Ceilings and walls will glow softly, and in a variety of colors that will change at the touch of a push button. Robots will neither be common nor very good in 2014, but they will be in existence. The appliances of 2014 will have no electric cords, of course, for they will be powered by long- lived batteries running on radioisotopes. '[H]ighways ... in the more advanced sections of the world will have passed their peak in 2014; there will be increasing emphasis on transportation that makes the least possible contact with the surface. There will be aircraft, of course, but even ground travel will increasingly take to the air a foot or two off the ground. [V]ehicles with 'Robot-brains' ... can be set for particular destinations ... that will then proceed there without interference by the slow reflexes of a human driver. [W]all screens will have replaced the ordinary set; but transparent cubes will be making their appearance in which three-dimensional viewing will be possible. [T]he world population will be 6, 500, 000, 000 and the population of the United States will be 350, 000, 000. All earth will be a single choked Manhattan by A.D. 2450 and society will collapse long before that! There will, therefore, be a worldwide propaganda drive in favor of birth control by rational and humane methods and, by 2014, it will undoubtedly have taken serious effect. Ordinary agriculture will keep up with great difficulty and there will be 'farms' turning to the more efficient micro-organisms. Processed yeast and algae products will be available in a variety of flavors. The world of A.D. 2014 will have few routine jobs that cannot be done better by some machine than by any human being. Mankind will therefore have become largely a race of machine tenders. Schools will have to be oriented in this direction... All the high-school students will be taught the fundamentals of computer technology will become proficient in binary arithmetic and will be trained to perfection in the use of the computer languages that will have developed out of those like the contemporary 'Fortran". [M]ankind will suffer badly from the disease of boredom, a disease spreading more widely each year and growing in intensity. This will have serious mental, emotional and sociological consequences, and I dare say that psychiatry will be far and away the most important medical specialty in 2014. [T]he most glorious single word in the vocabulary will have become work! in our a society of enforced leisure.

Isaac Asimov
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Mindy runs to the DVD player and delicately places the disk in the holder and presses play. 'Will you sit in this chair, please, Princess Mindy?' I ask, bowing deeply at the waist. Mindy giggles as she replies, 'I guess so.' After Mindy sits down, I take a wide-tooth comb and start gently combing out her tangles. Mindy starts vibrating with excitement as she blurts, 'Mr. Jeff, you're gonna fix my hair fancy, ain't you?' 'We'll see if a certain Princess can hold still long enough for me to finish, ' I tease. Immediately, Mindy becomes as still as a stone statue. After a couple of minutes, I have to say, 'Mindy, sweetheart, it's okay to breathe. I just can't have you bouncing, because I'm afraid it will cause me to pull your hair.' Mindy slumps down in her chair just slightly. 'Okay Mr. Jeff, I was ascared you was gonna stop, ' she whispers, her chin quivering. I adopt a very fake, very over-the-top French accent and say, 'Oh no, Monsieur Jeff must complete Princess Mindy's look to make the Kingdom happy. Mindy erupts with the first belly laugh I've heard all day as she responds, 'Okay, I'll try to be still, but it's hard 'cause I have the wiggles real bad.' I pat her on the shoulder and chuckle as I say, 'Just try your best, sweetheart. That's all anyone can ask.' Kiera comes screeching around the corner in a blur, plunks her purse on the table, and says breathlessly, 'Geez-O-Pete, I can't believe I'm late for the makeover. I love makeovers.' Kiera digs through her purse and produces two bottles of nail polish and nail kit. 'It's time for your mani/pedi ma'am. Would you prefer Pink Pearl or Frosted Creamsicle? Mindy raises her hand like a schoolchild and Kiera calls on her like a pupil, 'I want Frosted Cream toes please, ' Mindy answers. 'Your wish is my command, my dear, ' Kiera responds with a grin. For the next few minutes, Mindy gets the spa treatment of her life as I carefully French braid her hair into pigtails. As a special treat, I purchased some ribbons from the gift shop and I'm weaving them into her hair. I tuck a yellow rose behind her ear. I don my French accent as I declare, 'Monsieur Jeffery pronounces Princess Mindy finished and fit to rule the kingdom.' Kiera hands Mindy a new tube of grape ChapStick from her purse, 'Hold on, a true princess never reigns with chapped lips, ' she says. Mindy giggles as she responds, 'You're silly, Miss Kiera. Nobody in my kingdom is going to care if my lips are shiny.' Kiera's laugh sounds like wind chimes as she covers her face with her hands as she confesses, 'Okay, you busted me. I just like to use it because it tastes yummy.' 'Okay, I want some, please, ' Mindy decides. Kiera is putting the last minute touches on her as Mindy is scrambling to stand on Kiera's thighs so she can get a better look in the mirror. When I reach out to steady her, she grabs my hand in a death grip. I glance down at her. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is opening and closing like a fish. I shoot Kiera a worried glance, but she merely shrugs. 'Holy Sh - !' Mindy stops short when she sees Kiera's expression. 'Mr. Jeff is an angel for reals because he turned me into one. Look at my hair Miss Kiera, there are magic ribbons in it! I'm perfect. I can be anything I want to be.' Spontaneously, we all join together in a group hug. I kiss the top of her head as I agree, 'Yes, Mindy, you are amazing and the sky is the limit for you.

Mary Crawford
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