Quotes About Phone

She said that whenever she feels the old insidious chill of loneliness beginning to creep back into her life, she picks up the phone and calls someone who may be lonelier than she is.

Do you want to see his picture?" She pulled out her phone and began busily swiping, and at the next stoplight, held it over for Briddey to see. "His name's Xander.

Autocorrect can happen to anyone, but I seriously don't understand what goes on between him and his phone.

the phone, 'You know that is not true,' " Brennan recalled. "He was going to drag me

Sealing the Microsoft deal by phone with Gates: "Bill, thank you for your support of this company. I think the world's a better place for it.

them. "Regis McKenna," he was told. "I asked them what Regis McKenna was," Jobs recalled, "and they told me he was a person." When Jobs phoned, he couldn't get through to McKenna. Instead he was transferred to Frank Burge, an account executive, who tried

The elevator doors opened to reveal a very large man brandishing a bloodstained antique phone receiver in a plastic bag and proclaiming, I found this up him! You know, said Tallow, I really have no response to that.

If you truly believe you need to pick a mobile phone that "says something" about your personality, don't bother. You don't have a personality. A mental illness, maybe - but not a personality.

Someone else's phone rang twice, and was answered by a scowl I could hear all the way over on my end of the line.

I put down the phone and finished lighting the cigarette. The blue cover of the script caught my eye. I picked up the telephone again. I gave the operator Tony Moroni's home number

As more and more technologies develop that enable us to communicate without touch (from phones to email to phone sex to virtual surgery), it seems likely that touch will become more and more stigmatized as a vehicle for contamination, both literal and symbolic.

Connie, have you been trying to call me?" No Archie. "Well, my phone has not been ringing all day, and I thought it might have been you.

Remember that as a teenager you are in the last stage of your life when you will be happy to hear the phone is for you.

Klaus, and Sunny had been many, many times to Mr. Poe's office at the bank, where he coughed and talked on the phone and made decisions

He answered it to hear an unfamiliar voice. "Hello, Mr. King?" "Speaking." "This is Maxine, Sunny's supervisor. We need you to come down to Manhattan Hospital. Sunny needs—" He didn't wait for her to finish the sentence. "I'm on my way." He grabbed his keys and his cell phone and ran out of there as fast as humanly possible.

Now you'll just have to experience what the rest of the single sisterhood goes through every time we give out our number. We sit glued to our phones for days on end, hating mankind, and thinking that if only we were thinner, or fatter, or blonder, or darker, or louder, or more quiet, he'd phone.

I checked my phone messages. Three in all. The first was from Joe. "Hey, Cupcake." That was it. That was the whole message. The second was from Ranger. "Yo." Ranger made Joe look like a chatterbox.

This is a little awkward, I said, but my mother just ran over the rabbit. Ran over? As in roadkill. We're not sure what to do about it. Where are you? Giovichinni's, buying lunch meat. And the rabbit? Gone. He was with two other guys. They scooped him up off the road and drove away with him. There was a long silence on the phone. I'm fucking speechless, Morelli finally said.

This was the second time in less than forty-eight hours that a man stopped fondling me because his phone rang. And both times it was because someone had been killed. If I wasn't a well-adjusted, emotionally healthy person I might be bothered by this.

I went to the beauty salon today and got spruced up, Grandma said. Ever since Mildred Frick called me a slut my phone hasn't stopped ringing. I got two dates for the weekend. It might not be such a good thing to have men calling you because they think you're a slut, I said. They're only going to be after one thing. I hope that's true. I don't want to find out I went blond and bought all them thongs for nothing.

Kate's phone rang, with the caller ID "Nick McGarrett.

I like texting as much as the next kidult - and embrace it as yet more evidence, along with email, that we live now in the post-aural age, when an unsolicited phone call is, thankfully, becoming more and more understood to be an unspeakable social solecism, tantamount to an impertinent invasion of privacy.

Maybe I am a bit unusual here, but I am less stressed if I have my phone with me. Because I can spend like an hour in the morning taking care of everything instead of I sit there and wonder what I missed or wonder what's happening. So it's way less stressful for me to just answer my phone.

For too long, Americans have been plagued by unwanted and unlawful robocalls. For too long, they've found unauthorized charges and changes to their phone service on their bills - practices commonly known as 'slamming' and 'cramming.' And for too long, some phone calls that are placed to rural residents have been dropped.