Quotes About Inert

Rip van Winkle was lazy.

Here is no water but only rock.

A dead man cannot bite.

The old neighborhoods of Shanghai, Feedless or with overhead Feeds kludged in on bamboo stilts, seemed frighteningly inert, like an opium addict squatting in the middle of a frenetic downtown street, blowing a reed of sweet smoke out between his teeth, staring into some ancient dream that all the bustling pedestrians had banished to unfrequented parts of their minds.

A man must be very inert to have no character at all.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

The hardware of a computer is useless without the right software. Similarly, in an organization the hardware (strategy and structure) is inert without the software (beliefs and behaviors).

Common sense steps in here and says: Separate the parts you want to be mobile from the parts you want to be inert. You have seen the result, and I know many have the skill to apply it.

There is a sort of spasmodic movement, as if the figures were electrified into action, but no real, organic life or motion. This comes from a lack of what Greek critics call rhythm , that is, consistent flow, the action of one part of the body permeating the rest of the body even when inert.

'Under the Skin' is handsome, in a dour way, but inert - a cunning experiment that died in the shooting or on the editing table. You'll want to get the DVD, though, and not just for its study of Scarlett. Odds are that the Making-Of documentary will be far stranger and more fascinating than the movie that was made.

by nature and by choice, i am extremely indolent.

Description, which had seemed like background in novels, static and inert as a butterfly pinned to the pages of my notebook, proved to be a dynamic engine that stoked voice and, even more, propelled the occasional narrative arc.

Thought is a melody, Audrey thinks, while the body is an inert mechanism of cogs, springs, chains and ratchets...

I hate, simply, to work. I just hate to work, period. I am profoundly slothful. Practically inert.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

The noble gases, which reside on the East Coast of the periodic table, are its aristocrats - detached and aloof, never bothering to interact with the rabble of common elements that make up the vast majority of the world.

They say tedium is a sickness that afflicts the inert, or only attacks those who have nothing to do. However, this affliction of the soul is subtles than that: it attacks those with a predisposition towards it and is less lenient on those who work or pretend to work (which comes to the same thing anyway) than on the truely inert.

It amazes me there are movies about writers... such inert, uneventful lives.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society, as the blazing meteor when it descends to earth is only a stone.

Pain lays not its touch upon a corpse.

Being at rest and being inert are also completely different. Being at rest does not distance itself from living ch'i, but being inert is slightly removed from it.

Warlock: Four thousand and fifty-three metric tons of inert rock, metal and organic matter, frozen solid. Quasar: Frozen in what? Drax: Time. Quasar: "Time", Drax? Drax: Uh-huh. Old, old frozen time. Quasar: Right. And that tastes like what? Drax: Regret.

This question comes up from time to time, like where are the car keys. It ends a sentence, prolongs a glance between us. I wonder if the thought itself is part of the nature of physical love, a reverse Darwinism that awards sadness and fear to the survivor. Or is it some inert element in the air we breathe, a rare thing like neon, with a melting point, an atomic weight?

Education with inert ideas is not only useless it is above all things harmful.