#prop

We need to spend more money to insure that our troops are properly equipped. ↗

— Brian Higgins

#insure #money #more #need #our

Well, really the way worked was that I had probably built fifty robots before Mystery Science Theater, and I had sold them in a store in Minneapolis in a store called Props, which was kind of a high end gift shop. ↗

— Joel Hodgson

#built #called #end #fifty #gift

Change occurs in direct proportion to dissatisfaction, but dissatisfaction never changes. ↗

— Douglas Horton

#changes #direct #direct proportion #dissatisfaction #never

The results you achieve will be in direct proportion to the effort you apply. ↗

— Denis Waitley

#apply #direct #direct proportion #effort #proportion

The visceral experience of seeing a movie in three dimensions, coming at you in the theater, is obviously here to stay, because it is a unique experience. I think that kind of format is only appropriate for some genres, but I'm all for it. ↗

— Cary Elwes

#because #coming #dimensions #experience #format

That's what governors do, they wrestle with the issues, they find solutions and they move the agenda forward. At the appropriate time we'll talk about all of these issues, while remembering that our party is a big tent party. We lose when we try to become exclusive to one particular set of issues. ↗

— Jon Huntsman, Jr.

#agenda #appropriate #appropriate time #become #big

To begin with, we put the proposition: pure phenomenology is the science of pure consciousness. ↗

— Edmund Husserl

#consciousness #phenomenology #proposition #pure #put

Art: If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of prophecy. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#heir #make #men #object #poetry

The President has been a big proponent of the public option since the campaign. ↗

— Valerie Jarrett

#big #big proponent #campaign #option #president

He looked up, meeting the viscount’s dark eyes with steady purpose. “I would like to marry Hyacinth,” he said. And then, because the viscount did not say anything, because he didn’t even move, Gareth added, “Er, if she’ll have me.” And then about eight things happened at once. Or perhaps there were merely two or three, and it just seemed like eight, because it was all so unexpected. First, the viscount exhaled, although that did seem to understate the case. It was more of a sigh, actually—a huge, tired, heartfelt sigh that made the man positively deflate in front of Gareth. Which was astonishing. Gareth had seen the viscount on many occasions and was quite familiar with his reputation. This was not a man who sagged or groaned. His lips seemed to move through the whole thing, too, and if Gareth were a more suspicious man, he would havethought that the viscount had said, “Thank you, Lord.” Combined with the heavenward tilt of the viscount’s eyes, it did seem the most likely translation. And then, just as Gareth was taking all of this in, Lord Bridgerton let the palms of his hands fall against the desk with surprising force, and he looked Gareth squarely in the eye as he said, “Oh, she’ll have you. She will definitely have you.” It wasn’t quite what Gareth had expected. “I beg your pardon,” he said, since truly, he could think of nothing else. “I need a drink,” the viscount said, rising to his feet. “A celebration is in order, don’t you think?” “Er…yes?” Lord Bridgerton crossed the room to a recessed bookcase and plucked a cut-glass decanter off one of the shelves. “No,” he said to himself, putting it haphazardly back into place, “the good stuff, I think.” He turned to Gareth, his eyes taking on a strange, almost giddy light. “The good stuff, wouldn’t you agree?” “Ehhhh…” Gareth wasn’t quite sure what to make of this. “The good stuff,” the viscount said firmly. He moved some books to the side and reached behind to pull out what looked to be a very old bottle of cognac. “Have to keep it hidden,” he explained, pouring it liberally into two glasses. “Servants?” Gareth asked. “Brothers.” He handed Gareth a glass. “Welcome to the family. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#humor #proposal #family