Quotes About Tiny

Has using that time-travel drug scrambled your wits, you don't know you've got only one tiny life and that lies ahead of you, not sideways or back? Are you waiting for last year to come by again or something?

You look about as tiny as Idina Menzel's voice.

No word is too grand or too infinitesimal to be considered

This is Tiny's number, but everybody's going to be looking at the boys in uniform. This should be the most homoerotically charged baseball dance number since "I Don't Dance" in High School Musical 2.

But a lot of the time, I'm just a spot. It all feels so big, and I'm just a spot.

not enough to make a flea a waltzing jacket.

As an actor, you don't often get a chance to know exactly the impact of what the audience is seeing, even though you can ask where the frame is. A move that feels tiny can be huge, and vice versa.

Nothing is everywhere. Our Earth is merely a tiny speck of dust floating through a vast expanse of utterly silent inhospitable void.

Tiny, but fierce!

You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame. Sanya to Dresden

Where germs go? Sunrise, I said. Poof. Butter's voice sounded bewildered. Vampire germs? The tiny capes are a dead giveaway.

as if that entire circle, that entire . . . pizza of tiny fae, was deliberately, precisely centered.

Felix had curled up against me for a nap, and I could feel his purr—such a giant sound for such a tiny thing—humming against my ribs. Ever since we'd come to the apartment, Felix had seemed to think that I'd become his mother. It was embarrassing, but I'd given up shoving him away. You can't really expect a cat to act like he's got brains.

I actually built a tiny computer as a junior high school project.

Mystery made thing gigantic. Knowledge made small.

The Ladybug wears no disguises. She is just what she advertises. A speckled spectacle of spring, A fashion statement on the wing.... A miniature orange kite. A tiny dot-to-dot delight.

Sounds like being a therapist. People normally came into my office because something happened. Someone had died, or betrayed them. Their love wasn't reciprocated. They'd lost a job. Gotten divorced. Something big. But the truth was, while that might've been the catalyst, the problem was almost always tiny and old and hidden.

The baby's body lay in a bassinet. He was the size of a half loaf of bread, his bones light as a bird's and stretched with thin skin.

The great pyramid is overrated. It's a bad design. The lounge is going to be huge, but the bedroom is going to be tiny.

I think of kids. It makes me feel selfish, to be so wary of having a family. Never mind do I have a job or not. I'll have a job soon, a good one. That's not it. I'm in awe of raising, basically, someone so tiny and soft.

All the amazement that's left in the world is microscopic.

Her tiny piping voice bounced down to be from a hollow ball in geosynchronous orbit.

They are lonely. I'm not talking about lonely for a lover or a friend. I mean lonely in the universal sense, lonely inside the understanding that we are tiny people on a tiny little earth suspended in an endless void that echoes past stars and stars of stars.

Their secrets inadvertently sidestepped each other, unaware, like blindfolded elephants crossing the tiny room.