#sing

I am single because I am allergic for cursing words and bad table manners ↗

— Hiroko Sakai

#manner #relation #single #dating

The brain, he writes, is like Kublai Khan, the great Mongol emperor of the thirteenth century. It sits enthroned in its skull, "encased in darkness and silence," at a lofty remove from brute reality. Messengers stream in from every corner of the sensory kingdom, bringing word of distant sights, sounds, and smells. Their reports arrive at different rates, often long out of date, yet the details are all stitched together into a seamless chronology. The difference is that Kublai Khan was piecing together the past. The brain is describing the present—processing reams of disjointed data on the fly, editing everything down to an instantaneous now. How does it manage it? ↗

— Burkhard Bilger

#data #david-eagleman #processing #senses #dating

Elizabeth: "Maybe he'll surprise you." Meghann: "Birdie, they all surprise me. Last week, I hugged my date at the door and felt a bra strap. ↗

— Kristin Hannah

#dating #surprise #dating

I got to get the right people in the right job. Because a lot of costs can be taken out in the context of your administration without the legislature.For example, using technology to do more with less. Using technology to fight fraud. Reorganizing and streamlining can be done within the context of the administration. ↗

— Meg Whitman

#because #context #costs #done #example

We have always said that advertising is just the icing on the cake. It is not the cake. ↗

— Meg Whitman

#always #cake #icing #just #said

I hoped Claire would have a girl. A nephew would be fun until he got his first erection and then he'd be like the rest of them. ↗

— Meredith Schorr

#dating #singles #dating

...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along. ↗

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#depressing #morbid #death

Suddenly, as one, all the Greys stop talking and gape at Christian. What? Christian is singing softly to himself at the piano. Silence descends on us all as we strain to hear his soft, lyrical voice. I've heard him sing before, haven't they? He stops, suddenly conscious of the deathly hush that's fallen over the room. Kate glances questioningly at me and I shrug. Christian turns on the stool and frowns, embarrassed to realize he's become the center of attention. 'Go on,' Grace urges softly. 'I've never heard you sing, Christian. Ever. ↗

— E.L. James

#grace #greys #sing #voice #death

No drowning man can know which drop of water his last breath did stop;... ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#depressing #death

I took my time, running my fingers along the spines of books, stopping to pull a title from the shelf and inspect it. A sense of well-being flowed through me as I circled the ground floor. It was better then meditation or a new pair of shoes- or even chocolate. My life was a disaster, but there were still books. Lots and lots of books. A refuge. A solace. Each one offering the possibility of a new beginning. ↗

— Beth Pattillo

#bibliophile #book-lovers #browsing #life