Quotes About Modicum

even one centimetre can make an awful lot of difference when you don't have many to spare.

Humor is always based on a modicum of truth. Ever heard a joke about a father-in-law?

Humor helps us get through life with a modicum of grace. It offers one of the few benign ways of coping with the absurdity of it all.

You generally need at least a modicrum of stability for people to have the time and resources to innovate and the will to make risky choices.

Lady Danbury: You are getting smart in your old age Mr. Bridgerton. Colin: It has occasionally been remarked that I possessed a small modicum of intelligence in my youth, as well. Lady Danbury: Hmmph. The important word in that sentence being 'small', of course. Colin looked at Penelope through narrowed eyes. She appeared to be choking on laughter.

I know the Commies were choirboys by comparison—the Nazis at least had a modicum of appreciation for the art they plundered during their days here.

Denouncing Nazis is the easiest thing in the world: All it requires is a modicum of historical perspective and a working moral compass.

I think that's Miss Victorine now with your breakfast. Are you hungry?" "Do you expect me to sit here like a bloody fool and eat a meal?" "You'll always be a bloody fool, there's nothing to be done about that, and I don't care if you starve to death." Moving to the bottom of the stairway, she took the tray from Miss Victorine's hand. "But right now you have to maintain a modicum of health or we won't get our money.

She had not the strength to come to life now, in England, so foreign, skies so hostile. She knew she would die like an early, colourless, scentless flower that the end of the winter puts forth mercilessly. And she wanted to harbour her modicum of twinkling life.

You do have a modicum of peace of mind here, but it's as unsettled as any other place.

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When an issue is so fraught with partisanship, a special counsel provides some modicum of transparency and accountability rather the the veil of politics.

But how come no one says anything to my face? I do dozens of events per year and I've met thousands of readers, and every single person I've ever encountered has been lovely. Why is that, I wonder? Am I more charming in person, or is it that face-to-face blunt-force-trauma honesty requires a modicum of courage?