Quotes About Energy

What are little boys made of?Snips and snails, and puppy dogs' tails;That's what little boys are made of.

The divine is the experience of being part of one's natural environment, vibrating with its energy, connected to all, without having to erect imaginary boundaries between the self and the other.

If we're going to get the world running on nuclear power instead of coal one day – and let me tell you, after living in Manchester, that'll make a big difference to a great many people

Violence among young people is an aspect of their desire to create. They don't know how to use their energy creatively so they do the opposite and destroy.

Primero: es inútil que trates de mitigar tus sentimientos de inseguridad intentando cambiar las cosas exteriores a ti. Puede que tus esfuerzos se vean coronados por el éxito, aunque no es eso lo más frecuente; puede que consigas al menos algún alivio, pero éste no será muy duradero. No merece la pena, por tanto, que gastes tus energías y tu tiempo en mejorar tu apariencia física, en hacer más dinero o en asegurarte el amor de tus amigos.

Cuarto: siempre que te sientas inseguro acerca de lo que puede depararte el futuro, limítate simplemente a recordar que en los últimos seis o doce meses has estado igualmente inseguro acerca de los acontecimientos que habrían de producirse; y que cuando, finalmente, éstos se produjeron, te las arreglaste para dominarlos de un modo u otro, gracias a las energías

To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it's a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop.

When really, he thinks, it's a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop.

The entropy of a closed system never decreases. Every process must by law decay.

Madams Manec's energy, Marie-Lauren is learning, is extraordinary; she burgeons, shoots off stalks, wakes early, works late, concocts basques without a drop of cream, loaves with less than a cup of flour. They clomp together through the narrow streets, Marie-Laure's hand on the back of Madame's apron, following the odors of her stews and cakes; in such moments Madame seems like a great moving wall of rose bushes, thorny and fragrant and crackling with bees.

His heart was a catapult in his chest.

I always thought, or imagined, that there were these invisible lines trembling in our wake, outlining our trajectories through life, throbbing with electric energy. Lines that sometimes cross one other, or follow in parallel ellipses without ever touching, or meet up for one brief moment and then part. A universe of lines crisscrossing in the void.

He looks across to the fires. He thinks: The universe is full of fuel.

The entropy of a closed system never decreases.

The air between them seemed to accumulate energy.

Werner thinks of home all the time. He misses the sound of rain on the zinc roof above his dormer; the feral energy of the orphans; the scratchy singing of Frau Elena as she rocks a baby in the parlor. The smell of the coking plant coming in under the dawn

Plants eat light, father says, but even plants can overeat.

The universe is full of fuel.

He found himself thinking of water, how it is never still, how even in our bodies water never relents: ceaselessly vibrating, each electron in each molecule in each cell orbiting, spinning, nine independent vectors of position and force, a rapture of movement.

total entropy of any system, said Dr. Hauptmann, will decrease only if the entropy of another system will increase. Nature demands symmetry.

The total entropy of any system, said Dr. Hauptmann, will decrease only if the entropy of another system will increase. Nature demands symmetry. Ordnung muss sein.

Even the heart, which in higher animals, when agitated, pulsates with increased energy, in the snail under similar excitement, throbs with a slower motion.

When lightning strikes the sea, why don't all the fish die?

Para aquellos hombres el tiempo era un exceso, un barril que se vaciaba lentamente. Cuando en realidad, piensa él, se parece más a un charco luminoso que uno lleva entre las manos y debe proteger con toda su energía, luchar para no derramar ni una sola gota".