#patter

He was a manager, one of the singers, I guess talent coordinator for the local talent in Harlem. His name was Lover Patterson. He was living right across the street from where my dad had his restaurant. I guess he saw a lot of kids come in, a lot of my buddies. ↗

— Ben E. King

#buddies #come #coordinator #dad #guess

When you fly to New York, sometimes they put you on hold and you just go round and around in a holding pattern. Sometimes in a concert, I feel other spirits in a holding pattern that they want to land through my heart and through my fingers. ↗

— Carlos Santana

#concert #feel #fingers #fly #go

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

The Saviour reigned in all their hearts, and they successfully copied the pattern of meekness and gentleness, which he had left them. ↗

— John Strachan

#gentleness #had #hearts #left #meekness

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

A shift is necessary toward lifestyles less geared to environmental damaging consumption patterns. ↗

— Maurice Strong

#damaging #environmental #geared #less #lifestyles

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

Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper. ↗

— P. J. O'Rourke

#bad #clinging #family #like #love

Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter… Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night. Walking alone…was it splendor, or what, we were bound with? Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair? Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground with Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#magical #mystical #patterns #poetry #shadows