Quotes About Sentence

I turn to our father, searching for an ally. So Dad, is it legal for Bronte to date out of her species? Dad looks up from his various layers of pepperoni and breadless cheese. Date? he says. Apparently the idea of Bronte dating is like an electromagnet sucking away all other words in the sentence, so that's the only word he hears. You're not funny, Bronte says to me. No, I'm serious, I tell her. Isn't he like... a Sasquatch or something? Date? says Dad.

Nature deemed that to be born was an automatic sentence to death, and then brought about that death with vicious consistency.

In a world where success is the measure and justification of all things, the figure of him who was sentenced and crucified remains a stranger and is at best the object of pity.

My sentence formally was imposed on my mothers 50th Birthday January 24th 1983. The jury recommended it July 1st 1982.

I used to teach at the Columbia journalism school, and I would tell my students that every book has to have a sentence that motivates it.

What mattered to Abu was the music of the sentence. 'A shadow does not belong to the object that casts it.' To Abu, it was a little poem. And in general, it was the poetics, the music of things that tossed his confetti.

Four times you drive around the block, the Porsche weaving in and out of the rain-slowed traffic like the essence of a Henry James sentence weaving in and out of prepositional phrases, dependent clauses, and parenthetical asides (periodically hitting the brakes to avoid misplacing a modifier).

Let a hard and just sentence be given and carried out, as the honour of the nation demands and its greatest traitor deserves'. Resolution of Czechoslovak resistance organizations, demanding severe punishment for Father Józef Tiso, November 1946

It is natural and harmless in English to use a preposition to end a sentence with.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Every letter in the alphabet in that sentence.

Unrelieved reality. Some might call it a challenge, others a sentence. Whatever you call it, though, we here in the rehab—the newly clean and sober—belong to it as completely as slaves. Reality's puppies. Nomads, yes-men, kings.

It's fascinating. You know all these words, and they're all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don't make any sense.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

people will be sentenced in accordance with their deeds...God's justice is proportional. There is not exactly the same justice for everyone who refuses the mercy of God.

The seven wise men of Greece, so famous for their wisdom all the world over, acquired all that fame, each of them, by a single sentence consisting of two or three words.

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.

My sentences tend to be very short and rather spare. I'm more your paragraph kind of gal.

There's a moral force in a sentence when it comes out right. It speaks the writer's will to live.

The way we learn to write is the way we learn to talk: We listen to others and start mimicking speech, and that's how we come to become speakers. Writers you admire, you admire the way they plot, you admire the way they create a character, you admire the way they put a sentence together, those are the writers you should be reading.

'I am' is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that 'I do' is the longest sentence?

I swear, can't you guys tell time? Didn't happen anymore. Pizza delivery is a major industry. A managed industry. People went to CosaNostra Pizza University four years just to learn it. Came in its doors unable to write an English sentence, from Abkhazia, Rwanda, Guanajuato, South Jersey, and came out knowing more about pizza than a Bedouin knows about sand.

I am the wind heralding death, the instrument of justice sent by our Prince to carry out the sentence pronounced on you by our people for your crimes against mortals and immortals alike.

Don't use 'tea' and 'manure' in the same sentence or I'll have to pound you into the ground." "You're such a baby," Lexi said. "It's science. You're supposed to love science." "I draw the line at foul-smelling llama-manure tea.

You must make him completely crazy. The hotshot thing was great. I would be willing to bet it was the first time he was ever called that." "It's good for him. If more people gave him a little trouble, he would be more--" She hesitated, searching for the right word. She laughed softly. "He'd be more something. Amenable." "Amenable? There's a description that we can never use in the same sentence with Mikhail.