Splits 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
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pee-splits-into-two-streams-both-miss-the-toilet
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whoever-quarries-stones-may-be-injured-by-them-whoever-splits-logs-may-be-endangered-by-them-ecclesiastes-109
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the-great-thing-about-irony-is-that-it-splits-things-apart-gets-up-above-them-we-can-see-flaws-hypocrisies-duplicates
i-blow-up-fireworks-all-time-i-love-making-milkshakes-banana-splits
people-feel-need-to-choose-sides-when-relationship-splits-its-human-nature-tammara-webber
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this-is-where-evening-splits-in-half-henry-love-death-grab-end-pull-hard-make-wish-richard-siken
down-indiana-way-make-em-check-their-guns-real-tears-when-its-over-smell-sulfur-when-dark-vault-splits-the-mountain-goats
the-poetic-act-consists-suddenly-seeing-that-idea-splits-up-into-number-equal-motifs-grouping-them-they-rhyme
a-man-is-in-one-piece-until-love-finds-its-way-to-his-heart-it-splits-him-in-half-vital-to-have-both-halves-yet-excruciating-to-keep-them-glued-together-amm-alusi
accidents-happen-our-bones-shatter-our-skin-splits-our-hearts-break-we-burn-we-drown-we-stay-alive-moira-fowleydoyle
family-quarrels-are-bitter-things-they-dont-go-according-to-any-rules-theyre-not-like-aches-wounds-theyre-more-like-splits-in-skin-that-wont-heal-f-scott-fitzgerald
when-young-woman-leans-over-sky-about-to-water-flowers-as-well-as-weeds-her-white-front-splits-open-until-her-milk-runs-genter-grass
the-moment-we-decide-to-throw-more-energy-into-fighting-for-our-mate-than-with-him-crack-fist-on-enemys-jaw-splits-ears-angels-beth-moore
sometimes-history-cleaves-for-one-helpless-moment-stands-still-like-pause-when-ax-splits-log-two-halves-rest-on-end-waiting-to-fall-barbara-kingsolver
the-great-disadvantage-our-present-electoral-system-is-that-it-freezes-pattern-politics-holds-together-incompatible-because-everyone-assumes-that-if-party-splits-it-will-be-elect
actually-im-reading-lot-my-scripts-when-im-working-on-something-its-hard-to-find-time-youre-always-prepping-new-material-you-dont-want-to-be-buried-justin-theroux
james-browns-live-at-apollo-is-not-just-musical-whiplash-its-spiritual-cleansing-you-can-just-close-your-eyes-see-him-doing-splits-kicking-mic-ted-nugent
the-real-question-is-how-sturdy-solid-is-floor-our-civilization-stands-on-how-many-lives-with-no-prospects-shattered-senseless-can-it-bear-weight-before-it-cracks-somewhere-other
we-dont-have-any-splits-here-the-players-country-is-liverpool-football-club-their-language-is-football-gerard-houllier
the-expression-three-is-crowd-holds-true-for-both-romance-politics-a-threeway-race-is-disaster-because-it-splits-ballots-making-it-almost-impossible-to-gain-majority-votes-it-usu
anyone-who-can-do-splits-come-back-up-on-backbeat-as-james-brown-prince-can-has-my-eternal-respect-prince-who-is-genius-highest-order-can-come-back-up-while-singing-playing-guita
i-want-each-every-entire-brushstroke-to-be-seen-i-want-marks-made-by-tip-brush-to-carry-as-much-meaning-as-marks-made-by-dragging-tail-end-part-that-splits-open-as-paint-pulls-aw
the-best-poker-game-is-seven-card-stud-high-low-splits-i-mean-its-best-if-you-dont-have-to-declare-high-low-can-win-it-all-with-low-straight
the-poet-only-asks-to-get-his-head-into-heavens-it-is-logician-who-seeks-to-get-heavens-into-his-head-and-it-is-his-head-that-splits-gilbert-k-chesterton
we-mostly-feel-fearful-because-we-feel-powerless-we-feel-powerless-i-contend-because-style-thinking-that-splits-information-in-two-poles-that-makes-us-lose-all-operative-informat
a-family-is-very-special-so-when-a-family-splits-up-its-not-good-its-never-good
it-is-allah-who-splits-grain-seed-he-brings-living-from-dead-he-brings-dead-from-living-such-is-allah-so-how-could-you-deviate-alanam-95
Do you know what the foundation of mathematics is?" I ask. "The foundation of mathematics is numbers. If anyone asked me what makes me truly happy, I would say: numbers. Snow and ice and numbers. And do you know why?" He splits the claws with a nutcracker and pulls out the meat with curved tweezers. "Because the number system is like human life. First you have the natural numbers. The ones that are whole and positive. The numbers of a small child. But human consciousness expands. The child discovers a sense of longing, and do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing?" He adds cream and several drops of orange juice to the soup. "The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something. And human consciousness expands and grows even more, and the child discovers the in between spaces. Between stones, between pieces of moss on the stones, between people. And between numbers. And do you know what that leads to? It leads to fractions. Whole numbers plus fractions produce rational numbers. And human consciousness doesn't stop there. It wants to go beyond reason. It adds an operation as absurd as the extraction of roots. And produces irrational numbers." He warms French bread in the oven and fills the pepper mill. "It's a form of madness.' Because the irrational numbers are infinite. They can't be written down. They force human consciousness out beyond the limits. And by adding irrational numbers to rational numbers, you get real numbers.

Peter He¸eg
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The door suddenly jerks open. A wideeyed teenager bursts out. She stares at me in dazed horror. In a strange way, I both know and don't know what has just happened. As the fragments begin to converge, they convey a horrible reality: I must have been hit by this car as I entered the crosswalk. In confused disbelief, I sink back into a hazy twilight. I find that I am unable to think clearly or to will myself awake from this nightmare. A man rushes to my side and drops to his knees. He announces himself as an off-duty paramedic. When I try to see where the voice is coming from, he sternly orders, 'Don't move your head.' The contradiction between his sharp command and what my body naturally wants-to turn toward his voice-frightens and stuns me into a sort of paralysis. My awareness strangely splits, and I experience an uncanny 'dislocation.' It's as if I'm floating above my body, looking down on the unfolding scene. I am snapped back when he roughly grabs my wrist and takes my pulse. He then shifts his position, directly above me. Awkwardly, he grasps my head with both of his hands, trapping it and keeping it from moving. His abrupt actions and the stinging ring of his command panic me; they immobilize me further. Dread seeps into my dazed, foggy consciousness: Maybe I have a broken neck, I think. I have a compelling impulse to find someone else to focus on. Simply, I need to have someone's comforting gaze, a lifeline to hold onto. But I'm too terrified to move and feel helplessly frozen.

Peter A. Levine
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Say you could view a time lapse film of our planet: what would you see? Transparent images moving through light, 'an infinite storm of beauty.' The beginning is swaddled in mists, blasted by random blinding flashes. Lava pours and cools; seas boil and flood. Clouds materialize and shift; now you can see the earth's face through only random patches of clarity. The land shudders and splits, like pack ice rent by widening lead. Mountains burst up, jutting, and dull and soften before your eyes, clothed in forests like felt. The ice rolls up, grinding green land under water forever; the ice rolls back. Forests erupt and disappear like fairy rings. The ice rolls up- mountains are mowed into lakes, land rises wet from the sea like a surfacing whale- the ice rolls back. A blue-green streaks the highest ridges, a yellow-green spreads from the south like a wave up a strand. A red dye seems to leak from the north down the ridges and into the valleys, seeping south; a white follows the red, then yellow-green washes north, then red spreads again, then white, over and over, making patterns of color too intricate to follow. Slow the film. You see dust storms, locusts, floods, in dizzying flash-frames. Zero in on a well-watered shore and see smoke from fires drifting. Stone cities rise, spread, and crumble, like paths of alpine blossoms that flourish for a day an inch above the permafrost, that iced earth no root can suck, and wither in a hour. New cities appear, and rivers sift silt onto their rooftops; more cities emerge and spread in lobes like lichen on rock. The great human figures of history, those intricate, spirited tissues whose split second in the light was too brief an exposure to yield any image but the hunched shadowless figures of ghosts. Slow it down more, come closer still. A dot appears, a flesh-flake. It swells like a balloon; it moves, circles, slows, and vanishes. This is your life.

Annie Dillard
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Say you could view a time-lapse film of our planet: what would you see? Transparent images moving through light, 'an infinite storm of beauty.' The beginning is swaddled in mists, blasted by random blinding flashes. Lava pours and cools; seas boil and flood. Clouds materialize and shift; now you can see the earth's face through only random patches of clarity. The land shudders and splits, like pack ice rent by a widening lead. Mountains burst up, jutting and dull and soften before your eyes, clothed in forests like felt. The ice rolls up, grinding green land under water forever; the ice rolls back. Forests erupt and disappear like fairy rings. The ice rolls up-mountains are mowed into lakes, land rises wet from the sea like a surfacing whale- the ice rolls back. A blue-green streaks the highest ridges, a yellow-green spreads from the south like a wave up a strand. A red dye seems to leak from the north down the ridges and into the valleys, seeping south; a white follows the red, then yellow-green washes north, then red spreads again, then white, over and over, making patterns of color too swift and intricate to follow. Slow the film. You see dust storms, locusts, floods, in dizzying flash frames. Zero in on a well-watered shore and see smoke from fires drifting. Stone cities rise, spread, and then crumble, like patches of alpine blossoms that flourish for a day an inch above the permafrost, that iced earth no root can suck, and wither in a hour. New cities appear, and rivers sift silt onto their rooftops; more cities emerge and spread in lobes like lichen on rock. The great human figures of history, those intricate, spirited tissues that roamed the earth's surface, are a wavering blur whose split second in the light was too brief an exposure to yield any images. The great herds of caribou pour into the valleys and trickle back, and pour, a brown fluid. Slow it down more, come closer still. A dot appears, like a flesh-flake. It swells like a balloon; it moves, circles, slows, and vanishes. This is your life.

Annie Dillard
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The 9/11 Commission warned that Al Qaeda "could... scheme to wield weapons of unprecedented destructive power in the largest cities of the United States." Future attacks could impose enormous costs on the entire economy. Having used up the surplus that the country enjoyed as part of the Cold War peace dividend, the U.S. government is in a weakened financial position to respond to another major terrorist attack, and its position will be damaged further by the large budget gaps and growing dependence on foreign capital projected for the future. As the historian Paul Kennedy wrote in his book The Rise and Fall of Great Powers, too many decisions made in Washington today "bring merely short-term advantage but long-term disadvantage." The absence of a sound, long-term financial strategy could bring about a deterioration that, in his words, "leads to the downward spiral of slower growth, heavier taxes, deepening domestic splits over spending priorities and a weakening capacity to bear the burdens of defense." Decades of success in mobilizing enormous sums of money to fight large wars and meet other government needs have led Americans to believe that ample funds will be readily available in the event of a future war, terrorist attack, or other emergency. But that can no longer be assumed. Budget constraints could limit the availability or raise the cost of resources to deal with new emergencies. If government debt continues to pile up, deficits rise to stratospheric levels, and heave dependence on foreign capital grows, borrowing the money needed will be very costly. [Alexander] Hamilton understood the risks of such a precarious situation. After suffering through financial shortages, lack of adequate food and weapons, desertions, and collapsing morale during the Revolution, he considered the risk that the government would have difficulty in assembling funds to defend itself all too real. If America remains on its dangerous financial course, Hamilton's gift to the nation - the blessing of sound finances - will be squandered. The U.S. government had no higher obligation that to protect the security of its citizens. Doing so becomes increasingly difficult if its finances are unsound. While the nature of this new brand of warfare, the war on terrorism, remains uncharted, there is much to be gained if our leaders look to the experiences of the past for guidance in responding to the challenges of the future. The willingness of the American people and their leaders to ensure that the nation's finances remain sound in the face of these new challenges - sacrificing parochial interests for the common good - is the price we must pay to preserve the nation's security and thus the liberties that Hamilton and his generation bequeathed us.

Robert Hormats
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