Quotes About Collision

a fantastic collision (collide: 'from col- "together" + laedere "to strike" Ã¢â'¬â"¢). It is what happens when darkness meets light, when experience meets innocence, when the false meets the true, when utter godlessness meets purity of spirit

We kept nearly bumping into each other, unavoidably. I wished we could stop avoiding each other long enough to agree to avoid each other properly.

The humorist has solved his problem by joining two incompatible matrices together in a paradoxical synthesis. His audience, on the other hand, has its expectations shattered and its reason affronted by the impact of the second matrix on the first; instead of fusion there is collision; and in the mental disarray which ensues, emotion, deserted by reason, is flushed out in laughter.

The jokes in the previous section can all be described as universes of discourse colliding, frames getting entangled, or contexts getting confused.

The HAHA reaction signals the collision of bisociated contexts, the AHA reaction signals their fusion, the AH reaction their juxtaposition.

An asteroid collision would be something against which we have no defence. The last big such collision with us was about sixty-six million years ago and that is thought to have killed the dinosaurs, and it will happen again. This is not science fiction; it is guaranteed by the laws of physics and probability.

developed only because of the lucky chance that there have been no major collisions in the last sixty-six million years. Other planets in the galaxy, on which life has developed, may not have had a long enough collision-free period to evolve intelligent beings.

Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano

There is a collision course between the greed and rationalizations of the West and the force of nature; science and the planet are the casualties.

Your chances of winning the Powerball lottery are far better than finding a hash collision. After all, lotteries often have actual winners. The probability of a hash collision is more like a lottery that has been running since prehistoric times and has never had a winner and will probably not have a winner for billions of years.

People are considered as areas that resist light, mistakes in the air, collision sweet spots.

I love big hits.

The industrial age defined as the age of insects . . . It's even worse nowadays: you can't tell in advance which stratum is going to communicate with which other, or in what direction . . . a semiotic fragment rubs shoulders with a chemical interaction, an electron crashes into a language, a black hole captures a genetic message, a crystallization produces a passion, the wasp and the orchid cross a letter . . .

We affect one another quite enough merely by existing. Whenever the stars cross, or is it comets? fragments pass briefly from one orbit to another. On rare occasions there is total collision, but most often the two simply continue without incident, neither losing more than a particle to the other, in passing.

I was sitting in my office when someone called to tell me two light planes had collided with the World Trade Centre. I turned on my television; before long, there was this procession of people of all kinds walking up the street. What I remember most was the silence of that crowd; there was no sound.

My worlds collide. When one things happens, it just starts a domino effect - everything else goes on.

Like every writer, I'm drawn by unlikely juxtapositions, precisely-dated and once-only collisions between people from different worlds.

I think my thoughts were of pure fear in those seconds after the collision. A clash of heads is pretty common in football but the sheer impact of it was worrying, because it was in this temple area. It seems to be a softer part of the head. I remember being on the ground. It really did feel like a bomb had exploded in my head. It was so painful.

the lane to my left wasn't as far back as I thought. The very last inch of my back bumper caught the very front corner of the truck's cab. That was enough. I lost all control of my car, which executed a slow and stately counterclockwise turn, ending with my driver's side flush into the front of the truck, still speeding down the freeway. It was slow and stately from my perspective, anyway. I felt as if I were trapped in amber, watching helplessly as my car moved of its own

I was a really bad taxi driver. I only collided twice but it was one time too much.

You just listen to the ball and bat come together. They make an awful noise.

Past colliding with present promised disaster.

Un choque de automóvil es un asunto violento, y pueden sucederle muchas cosas terribles a una masa de carne y hueso que se desplace a gran velocidad dentro de un objeto metálico y pesado que se para de repente.

Home-plate collisions are something you cannot ignore.