#proof

I never believed that Nixon could fully resurrect himself. And the proof of that was in the obits. ↗

— Ben Bradlee

#could #fully #himself #i #never

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#claudia #emily-giffin #love #love

I work in my study, taking the collections of words that people send me and making small adjustments to them, changing something here and there, checking everything is in order and putting a part of myself into the text by introducing just a little bit of difference. ("Substitutions") ↗

— Michael Marshall Smith

#proofreading #change

The bulletproof vest--'bullet resistant,' technically--is made of two double panels of a synthetic material called Kevlar, inside a cloth carrier that holds it around your torso like a lead X-ray smock. One cop wrote phrases from the Bible on his, 'Yea, though I walk in the valley of the Shadow of Death...' Other cops wrote their blood type. ↗

— Edward Conlon

#bullet-resistant #bulletproof #bulletproof-vest #death #job-hazards

The best way to show that a stick is crooked is not to argue about it or to spend time denouncing it, but to lay a straight stick alongside it ↗

— D.L. Moody

#experiment #proof #truth #experience

If we require some kind of sign, or "proof," for our belief in God, then we believe, or place our tust, not in God but in the sign or proof. ↗

— Robert L. Short

#faith #god #proof #faith

There is no proof great enough to prevent doubt. Ir you base your belief on proof, sooner or later you will sink! ↗

— Michael Card

#faith #inspirational #peter #proof #faith

Ah, but it is an interesting thing, that these things can so seldom be proved. If I were to perform some piece of, hrmf, magic for you, here in this room, you would claim a thousand ways it could have been done. Indeed, those ways might be exceedingly unlikely, but you would cling to them rather than accept the, mmn, the chance that magic, the eternal inexplicable, might be the true agent, and if you were strong enough in yourself, unafraid, unthreatened, here in your own chambers, well perhaps there would be no magic worked at all. It is a subjective force, you see, whereas the physical laws of the artificers are objective. A gear-train will turn without faith, but magic may not. And so, when your people demand, mmn, proof, there is none, but when you have forgotten and dismissed it, then magic creeps back into the gaps where you do not look for it. ↗

— Adrian Tchaikovsky

#gjegevey #inapt #magic #proof #the-inexplicable-eternal

Jenny’s admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste. The expression on his face flickered from queasy horror to confusion. From there, it flew headlong into outright bafflement. Shaking his head, he pulled his fist from the bag and turned his hand palm up. For a long moment, the two men stared at the offending lump. It was brightly colored. It was round. It was— “An orange?” Lord Blakely rubbed his forehead. “Not quite what I expected.” He scribbled another notation. “We live in enlightened times,” Jenny murmured. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#jenny #ned #orange #proof-by-seduction #men

There are three types of lies -- lies, damn lies, and statistics. ↗

— Benjamin Disraeli

#lies #lying #statistics #truth #truth