Quotes About Sharing

But if you went with someone you loved, you'd often get more than that. You'd get to share it with them. You'd get to remember what they remembered too.

The bigger point for me was that if you were on a trip with someone you didn't love, at the end of it you'd only get to remember what you remembered. But if you went with someone you loved, you'd often get more than that. You'd get to share it with them. You'd get to remember what they remembered too.

It has been my experience that women tell more intimate details to their friends than men do. Men may brag more, but women will talk the nitty-gritty and share the experience more.

Larry and the pilot stood to one side, smoking, sharing that camaraderie of all people who are determined to blacken their lungs.

The joys of the flesh are a blessing to be shared, not a curse to be guarded against.

I know there are readers in the world, as well as many other good people in it, who are no readers at all, who find themselves ill at ease, unless they are let into the whole secret from first to last, of everything which concerns you.

Technology is the campfire around which we tell our stories.

No one who cooks, cooks alone. Even at her most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice and menus of cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers.

My grandmother used to say that there's something truly intimate about sharing food with the people you love. [Stacey] Intimate? Sharing food? People you love? Amber raises an eyebrow. Um, no offense, Stace, but it sounds like Gram was into food kink.

I think you have a lot to say. I'd like to hear it.

Pie makes everybody happy.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

That's the deal with pop stars; you're expected to share them with the masses. I hated the idea.

Oh, that's my fault,' I told Goodheart. 'I hate haggling over a pittance. It always seems so rude. And these people have so little, compared to us.' I was interested to hear the committed Communist sniff in disgust at my willingness to share the wealth.

These notes, however they may be read, are intended only as a painstaking affectionate commentary on a world into which I have been born to share my most solitary moments — those of coitus — with Justine. I can get no nearer to the truth.

I was sad because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet. So I said, "Got any shoes you're not using?

The idea of giving someone something that I got, that makes me feel sad.

You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

Going viral isn't random, magic, or luck. It's a science.

Science is public, not private, knowledge.

What is that we human beings ultimately depend on? We depend on our words. We are suspended in language. Our task is to communicate experience and ideas to others.

A scientist shouldn't be asked to judge the economic and moral value of his work. All we should ask the scientist to do is find the truth and then not keep it from anyone.

Virality isn't luck. It's not magic. And it's not random. There's a science behind why people talk and share. A recipe. A formula, even.

Only dead mathematics can be taught where the attitude of competition prevails: living mathematics must always be a communal possession.