#mob

I want to be buried with a mobile phone, just in case I'm not dead. ↗

— Amanda Holden

#case #dead #i #just #mobile

As participants in a mobile culture, our default is to move. God embraces our broken world, and I have no doubt that God can use our movement for good. But I am convinced that we lose something essential to our existence as creatures if we do not recognize our fundamental need for stability. Trees can be transplanted, often with magnificent results. But their default is to stay. ↗

— Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove

#mobile #peace #stability #stay #faith

I love Eminem, I love Moby. Why can't we just be friends? ↗

— Chris Kirkpatrick

#friends #i #i love #just #just be

There were a lot of terms you had to learn, as opposed to the shylock business where all you had to know how to say was "Give me the fuckin money". ↗

— Elmore Leonard

#humor #idiom #mafia #mob #movie-business

Freight mobility and movement, while not a sexy policy issue, is a highly important one. Capacity constraints and congestion on our nation's freight rail system create many problems. ↗

— Bill Lipinski

#congestion #constraints #create #freight #highly

What I am looking for... is an immobile movement, something which would be the equivalent of what is called the eloquence of silence, or what St. John of the Cross, I think it was, described with the term 'mute music'. ↗

— Joan Miro

#called #cross #described #eloquence #equivalent

The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip, and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you. ↗

— Jane Porter

#brute #cudgel #dance #even #hold

The fire was followed by a period of grieving and then by an incredible lightness, freedom, and mobility. ↗

— Martin Puryear

#followed #freedom #grieving #incredible #lightness

Markets as well as mobs respond to human emotions; markets as well as mobs can be inflamed to their own destruction. ↗

— Owen D. Young

#emotions #human #human emotions #inflamed #markets

It was becoming more and more evident that Salem was a town that celebrated individuality, a real live-and-let-live kind of place. Melody felt a gut punch of regret. Her old nose would have fit in here. "Look!" She pointed at the multicolored car whizzing by. Its black door were from a Mercedes coupe, the white hood from a BMW; the silver trunk was Jaguar, the red convertible top was Lexus, the whitewall tires were Bentley, the sound system was Bose, and the music was classical. A hood ornament from each model dangled from the rear view mirror. Its license plate appropriately read MUTT. "That car looks like a moving Benton ad." "Or a pileup on Rodeo drive." Candace snapped a picture with her iPhone and e-mailed to her friends back home. They responded instantly with a shot of what they were doing. It must have involved the mall because Candace picked up her pace and began asking anyone under the age of fifty where the cool people hung out. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#differences #individual #new-town #plastic-surgery #regrets