#trace

Could we have entered into the mind of Sir Isaac Newton, and have traced all the steps by which he produced his great works, we might see nothing very extraordinary in the process. ↗

— Joseph Priestley

#entered #extraordinary #great #his #into

To the mind, God is a perfect criminal. He has done such a perfect crime by creating this world that mind cannot trace how He did it. That is why the mind always freaks out about God. ↗

— Prem Rawat

#always #cannot #creating #crime #criminal

Those who live in a world of human beings can only retrace their steps. ↗

— Nathalie Sarraute

#human #human beings #live #only #retrace

Trace is cooking Nonna's lasagna." "Wow. I must see this." "He was wearing her little apron and everything." "Got a camera? ↗

— Joss Stirling

#crystal #humor #seeking-crystal #trace #xav

I think too many people use the word love when they don’t mean it. They enjoy a relationship with someone, but the first bump or two in their path and they realize it wasn’t real love—and they move on. Micah is my forever love. Could our relationship end? We’re human and full of flaws, so sure it could. Would it hurt me the rest of my life? Absolutely. He is the only one for me. At the risk of sounding cliché, he’s my soul mate. ↗

— Lindsay Delagair

#untouchable #untraceable #life

Don't bitch about the clothes that you try on. Blush all you want--" "What makes you think I'll blush?" "If you don't, we won't take them. ↗

— Lori Foster

#trace #men

Trace started on his way again, this time taking the lead. "She's five-four and weighs less than one-twenty. Matt can handle himself." "Says the man with the black eye. ↗

— Lori Foster

#trace #men

I'm telling you now. Without knowing for sure if you sent them, or why, I was left to my own discretion. If you want me to bother you with every little detail that comes up, just say so." He shrugged. "But I was under the impression that you wanted me to handle shit." Murray's face reddened with bluster. "I do, damn it." "They were shit," Trace explained. "They've been handled. ↗

— Lori Foster

#men

I walk in the direction she tells me. I feel my pores opening, sweat and heat radiating out of my body. A firefly dances in the distance, leaving tracers, and if I turn my head from side to side, I see long yellow-green streaks that cut through my vision and burn in front of my retinas even after the light that sparked them has gone. I emerge from the mango grove into a field. In the distance unseen trucks pass with a sound like the ocean licking the sand. A tracery of darkness curls into a starry sky, a solitary pipal tree making itself known by an absence of light, like a flame caught in a photographer's negative, frozen, calling me. ↗

— Mohsin Hamid

#fireflies #nature #pakistan #pores #trace

Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology. ↗

— Theodor Adorno

#been #emotion #eradicated #last #nothing