#dot

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been. ↗

— Samuel Daniel

#been #cheers #dew #doth #gone

Collecting intelligence information is like trying to drink water out of a fire hydrant. You know, in hindsight It's great. The problem is there's a million dots at the time. ↗

— Louis Freeh

#dots #drink #fire #great #hindsight

Parents will purchase the dot-com name for their baby. We have been aware of some instances where somebody didn't name their child a particular name because the dot-com wasn't available. ↗

— Bob Parsons

#aware #baby #because #been #child

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear. ↗

— Edmond Rostand

#ear #i #instead #kiss #loving

Not at all. Cooking is cool. I’ll make you one shaped like the moon.” “Why the moon?” “Because you remind me of the moon,” he said, and looked into his bowl. Sarah blushed. ↗

— Daniela Sacerdoti

#dreams #moom #dreams

She’s my salvation. I burn, she’s water; I suffocate, she’s air – I can just imagine, when I am one with her, how light will flood my eyes, how the night will part and let me out into the day. When I break her, the light she has inside will come out, like a seal breaks to reveal the hidden message – and she’ll have to share that light with me. I’ll be saved, and she’ll be the one who falls. I’ll burn her down; I’ll kill her and give her life again. I’ll be true to her. I’ll never leave her, never. ↗

— Daniela Sacerdoti

#dreams #dreams

one day my best friend said to me 'Jess, you rock a lot of polka dots' and that was the deal breaker, now we're mortal enemies ↗

— Zooey Deschanel

#friend-ship #new-girl #polka-dots #friendship

Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaquaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged into torment plunged into fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#love

Ida was a natural historian who knew how to throw in enough fiction to keep up dramtic tension. And she was replete with details, like a big fat colorful nineteenth-century historical novel, inching forward slowly....Ida's narrative line, like her waistline, was ample. ↗

— Marissa Piesman

#humor #life #women #nature

Almost every dot-com idea from 1999 that failed will succeed. ↗

— Marc Andreessen

#dot-com #every #failed #idea #succeed