Quotes About Energy

She leaped into space, high, higher than she'd ever been in her life. She came down with a clean snap, and the crowd scattered like birds from the swing of her feet.

Crime is naught but misdirected energy. So long as every institution of today, economic, political, social, and moral, conspires to misdirect human energy into wrong channels; so long as most people are out of place doing the things they hate to do, living a life they loathe to live, crime will be inevitable, and all the laws on the statutes can only increase, but never do away with, crime.

Crime is naught but misdirected energy.

The contention that a standing army and navy is the best security of peace is about as logical as the claim that the most peaceful citizen is he who goes about heavily armed. The experience of every-day life fully proves that the armed individual is invariably anxious to try his strength. The same is historically true of governments. Really peaceful countries do not waste life and energy in war preparations, with the result that peace is maintained.

I believe anyone could light a cigarette from the sparks that fly from your eyes!

He thumped his tail vigorously on the floor

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Orion to holly : im just a teenager with hormones running wild. And may i say young fairy lady, they're running wild in your direction

history has taught us that it is unwise to wager against a protective mother, as often the universe sides with this particular energy.

Holly. In the name of all the gods, stop shooting energy into all-energy beings. Just how stupid are you? The bots quivered and meshed, growing larger and more aggressive.

I'm just a teenager with hormones running wild. And may I say, young fairy lady, they're running wild in your direction.

His little voice piped up, Are you nervous, Wyvern? Holy shit, are you scared? Vern answered back under his breath, I ain't scared, asshole. I'm prudent, is all. It's been awhile, and I'm the last dragon, so far as I know. The world can't stand to lose me. But Vern was nervous, and possibly a smidge scared, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though he wouldn't admit it to his little voice. Even Adele gets stage fright, he told himself. Be like Adele and use the energy.

The new shell has already grown, and Shelly will get rid of the old one by igniting a layer of methane cells and blasting it off." Holly wanted to be sure she understood what was being said. "So you're saying that Shelly is going to light a fart?" "No, Shelly is going to light the fart. He has stored enough methane to power Haven for a year. There hasn't been a fart like this since the last dwarf tribal gathering.

The constable had been all wheeling and splattering, distributing more mess than a group of finger-painting toddlers on a Skittles sugar high.

I am still tired, and I begin to realize that the cure for tiredness is not rest.

what there of is of jazz at its best is heavy stuff: it is small, but made of uranium

Like she said, love wasn't a switch that could be turned off. It was more like a battery, had to run until there was no more energy left.

I held his energy in my hand. When it was firm, when it was rising, I let it go, eased it down to his inner thigh, watched it spring back up

There will come a time—in the not-so-distant future—when you will no longer need to make a special trip to see me or anyone else to get "attuned" to this new band of frequencies. Soon you'll be sitting in a theater, on an airplane, or on a bus, and you'll simply pick up this new resonance from the person sitting next to you.

The process of healing is to enlighten your life to the greatness of That Which Is in the universe.

these connecting steps come to life at all levels—from the energetic, through mind-body, to the spiritual. The key to understanding this new level of healing is the prefix "re" —reattending, reconnecting, re-regulating, reordering healing.

About eighty thousand people were killed in Hiroshima and more than two thirds of the buildings were destroyed because 0.7 gram of uranium-235 was turned into pure energy. A dollar bill weighs more than that.

There is nothing fiercer than a failed artist. The energy remains, but, having no outlet, it implodes in a great black fart of rage which smokes up all the inner windows of the soul. Horrible as successful artists often are, there is nothing crueler or more vain than a failed artist.

The astounding energy of post-menopausal women (promised by Margaret Mead) is here, but the optimism to fuel it is not. The world seems ever more surely in the grip of materialism and surfaces. Image, image, image is all it sees. As an image, I'm definitely getting blurry.