#patter

It's been a pattern in my life - when I get in trouble, I try to get out of it, since I was little. ↗

— Nicole Richie

#get #i #life #little #my life

To understand is to perceive patterns. ↗

— Isaiah Berlin

#perceive #understand

If there is a pattern, it will come back - maybe in Russia more than anywhere else, because it has collapsed so many times. Maybe less so here in the States, because here the society is so young. ↗

— Tatyana Tolstaya

#back #because #collapsed #come #else

The way is long if one follows precepts, but short... if one follows patterns. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#long #patterns #precepts #short #way

The delicate and intricate pattern of competition and cooperation in the economic behavior of the hundreds of thousands of citizens of Stockholm offers a challenge to the economist that is perhaps as complex as the challenges of the physicist and the chemist. ↗

— George Stigler

#challenge #challenges #chemist #citizens #competition

I think that we are already making steps toward mapping out the brain so we can identify the chemical patterns that create and store memory. ↗

— J. Michael Straczynski

#brain #chemical #create #i #i think

We Orientals find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and darkness which that thing provides. ↗

— Junichiro Tanizaki

#darkness #find #itself #light #only

Viewed from a distance, or through the eye of the All-Knowing CEO of the Universe, the crash of 2008 followed the usual pattern. A long-lived boom driven by cheap credit, going back as far as 1982 (though subject to interruptions in the mid-1980s and 1990s, and in 2001), came to grief because of a rise in the cost of borrowing money. ↗

— James Buchan

#back #because #boom #borrowing #came

A mathematician, like a painter or a poet, is a maker of patterns. If his patterns are more permanent than theirs, it is because they are made with ideas. ↗

— Godfrey Harold Hardy

#his #ideas #like #made #maker

I choose you," he said very softly, "Max." Then his hard, rough hand tenderly cuppoed my chin, and suddenly his mouth was on mine, and every synapse in my brain shorted out. We had kissed a couple of times before, but this was different. This time, I squelched my immediate, overwhelming desire to run away screaming. I closed my eyes and put my arms around him despite my fear. Then somehow we slid sideways so we were lying in the cool sand. I was holding him fiercely, and he was kissing me fiercely, and it was...just so, so intensely good. Once I got past my usual, gut-wrenching terror, there was a long, sweet slide into mindlessness, when all I felt was Fang, and all I heard was his breathing, and all I could think was "Oh, God, I wasnt to do this all the time. ↗

— James Patterson

#faxness #james-patterson #kiss #max #maximum-ride