Quotes About Phone

Sunday is the day I connect with Buenos Aires. I speak to or text my mother every day, but on Sunday I phone everyone.

Communications is the biggest driver of frequency of use of anything. Think about how many times a day you check your email on your phone or text someone or message someone.

The manners thing's got worse. People think they can just text you if they've got bad news for you. It's not on. And as for people taking pictures at gigs on their phones, that's just weird.

People avoid the telephone because it's easier to text. Calls can be awkward - you interrupt each other; you can't quite hear someone. But the advantage is you get to hear someone else's voice. You find out whether or not you can have a fluid conversation or if it's stilted and peculiar.

There were a lot of publishers that I loved, so the book went to auction. An auction is where you sit nervously by your phone and eat potato chips for two days waiting for your agent to text you numbers of the highest bid for each round. I ultimately went with Dervla Kelly at Rodale Books.

Kelley Blue Book is raising awareness for distracted driving and trying to grow that awareness for people to make our roads safer. The biggest issue is people texting and being on their phone while driving, but it goes further than that. The safety and the awareness is so important.

I love texting and DM'ing on Twitter. I will pretty much avoid talking on the phone at all costs.

I don't mind if somebody texts me but I'm not a big texter, the things are too small. I don't mind if they text, '7 o'clock,' that's fine, that's logistics but, 'What's up?' Get real! Pick up a phone!

I always map out how to get a good eight or nine hours of sleep before I even start my day. And my rule is to put my phone on silent when I go to bed; that way, no texts or emails can disturb me.

Life in the NBA can be one big constant distraction, especially when you're on the road. You're always moving from one place to the next, always on the phone, checking texts, social media, all of that stuff. It takes you out of yourself.

I definitely check my phone for texts a lot - like, 'Did anyone text me? Is anyone thinking about me? Does anyone love me?'

The last thing I say on most phone calls is not, 'Goodbye,' but, 'Thank you.'

The first thing I read was of my character on the phone talking to Sydney's fiance. Though short, it was so beautifully written, and it made me laugh. I thought if I wanted to play a character, this would be it.

The first thing I do before I get out of bed is reach for my phone and open Instagram.

Sometimes I get a call from my bank, and the first thing they ask is, 'Mr. Mitnick, may I get your account number?' And I'll say, 'You called me! I'm not giving you my account number!'

The first thing that bothers me after any celebrity death happens is that my phone starts buzzing for a bite.

So the first thing I do when I get out of bed, I will check my phone real quick because I live in Korea, but my stuff is split between L.A. and Korea.

Saturday afternoon is the hardest thing. I can go out and watch games, but I'm constantly on my phone looking at results: what score is this, what score is that. You have no real involvement, but you're obsessed with it.

Aiden was stunned silent for a minute. His mind was whirring. Then he was slowly overcome by a sly grin. "Oh man," he said. "You wouldn't be able to keep yourself from answering the phone if it rang, hoping it could be her, so you unplugged it." "You're out of your mind…" "You'd

She hadn't had quite this much attention from T.J. since they'd started dating. He must feel completely threatened. She wasn't sure if that amused her or worried her. But she turned off her phone just in case T.J. decided he had something more to say.

Once again, my hands itched for my phone. My mom always complained I was addicted to the thing, but this wasn't true; I just didn't like sitting around with nothing to do, wasting time instead of spending it.

A girl phoned me the other day and said, "Come on over. There's nobody home." I went over. Nobody was home.

When women don't want to give out their phone number, they make up a number. This one girl said to me, "My telephone number? 456-78910." "Is that by any chance in the 123 area code?"

In the parlor I caught sight of my mother kneeling in front of a liquor cabinet, as though before an altar. "We could also use bourbon, sherry, vodka, and vermouth," she told her cell. I waved at her, since we hadn't seen each other in days. She saw me but ignored me completely. "Make it at least four Bulleits," she said to the phone. "Wait. Do they have the jumbo size?