Quotes About Box

Hey, Pete. How r u? I'm good. Ive got a faver to ask. Do you have scrap wood? I need to bild a box to make a rabit disapeer. Can I send u a drawng? And then u cut it and mail the peaces to me so I can put it togethr? Thx.

A good cigar is like a beautiful chick with a great body who also knows the American League box scores.

Inside the wooden box was a strip of microfilm that, when unrolled, would stretch over a hundred feet long. It contained hardly any words: just lines and dots and ancient monastic symbols in complicated arrangements. The Russians hoped it would help change the course of the war.

It happens to people. They get to the point of explaining the mission and can't make it, so they go into a talking jag. She needed help. There was a thin edge of anxiety in her tone, and the words came too fast. So I gave her some help. What have you got in the box? I asked.

Was there no milder way but the Small Pox, The very filth'ness of Pandora's Box?

Why get cute and drop them off in a postal box to be sent to my daughter's apartment? He had to know that we'd track them and find them within hours. This was a Friday. There was no way the two smartphones would sit undiscovered until Monday.

Good. There will be a box delivered to your cottage in the morning at ten. It's a pile of books, all four of Noelle's and the three by Serena." "Homework?

It was Wilbur Larch who was the first man in Maine to call a television what it was: an idiot box.

They sold box turtles by the gross to people in Philadelphia, who used the turtles to keep cellars free of snails—a market that has declined.

The box isn't all that different from life. If you go in with fear, fear is what you'll find.

We can change not only our behavior but how we define ourselves. When we put ourselves in a box marked "That's not me," we ensure that we'll never get out of it.

We determine scope at the beginning of system development, put a box around it, and figure out how long that scope will take to develop. This is the wrong approach.

Some stupid fairy tale charecter. Like a cheap plastic toy you'd get get by sending in the top of a lucky charms box plus $3.99 shipping and handling.

We are not inferring design to account for a black box, but to account for an open box.

Too many production systems are like Schrodinger's cat—locked inside a box, with no way to observe its actual state.

There is no such thing as a selfless act, Alicia," he said all-knowingly as he moved his pen down to the last signature box. "Everyone has an ulterior motive when they give something, and I respect you enough to tell you mine.

Her shoulders were thin and wide and her neck long, reminding him of an illustration of a swan on a box of detergent.

A young imagination is bold, likes to make bigger leaps. It likes to, well, imagine that the dustbuster is a dinosaur that the computer mouse is a hotrod that the box is a cave that the rawhide is a torch... or a baton... or something.

Reductionism is like a kid who argues that whatever does not fit into his toy box is not a toy.

If reductionism is like trying to stuff all of reality into a box, we could say the problem is that the box is always too small. Idols deify some part of the created order. But no matter which part they choose, a part is always too limited to explain the whole. The universe is too complex and multi-dimensional to fit into a box composed of just one part. Invariably something will stick out. Something will not fit into its restricted conceptual categories.

However complicated you think it is, everything is always more complicated than that. There are no shortcuts. Not to understanding and not to knowledge. You can't put anyone into a box.

But he instantly saw that it would be impossible for him to escape from the regiment. It inclosed him. And there were iron laws of tradition and law on four sides. He was in a moving box. As he perceived this fact it occurred to him that he had never wished to come to the war. He had not enlisted of his free will. He had been dragged by the merciless government. And now they were taking him out to be slaughtered.

She opened the box and released the ghosts of a thousand odors. I sneezed, Joel sneezed. Izzy's mother said, "God bless you." I smiled. "Yes, He does. Thank you.

Did the mean old werewolf stick the poor kitty in the box and leave her?" I asked. She smelled like my neighbor, which told me that Adam had spent some time with her on his lap before he'd brought her over here.