Quotes About Records

He went in, to a reception desk that could have been in a hip museum or at an upscale dentist's. Behind it was a guy who looked like he was stationed there as a punishment. Reacher said hello. The guy looked up but didn't answer. Reacher told him he wanted to see two sets of old census records.

Which was the records department of the city offices. Which had a suite number all its own, on a crowded multi-line floor directory, outside a brick-built multi-purpose government building, which because of its age and its shape Reacher figured had once contained a courtroom. Maybe it still did.

But I wanted someone who was more than just intelligent and educated. I was searching for an expert who wouldn't gloss over nuances or blithely dismiss challenges to the records of Christianity

Somerset House in London where at one time English vital statistics were kept - birth marriage and death records - was known as the egg factory "where they hatch 'em match 'em and dispatch 'em."

I am still young. I have a lot of time. And if someone breaks my records in the future, I won't cry. That's sport.

I set records that will never be equaled. In fact, I hope 90% of them don't even get printed.

I don't think about goals and records. Competition is what keeps me playing.

Sooner or later a rider will emerge who will win more Tours. In every sport we have seen how the records eventually get broken and cycling is no exception.

The records I always maintained were there to serve just one purpose - that was to be broken

While statistics are interesting, they're all in the past.

People I look to: again, Hank Aaron, man you challenged the status quo and the records of the game. Monumental feats in an era where people didn't like that.

There should be a new way to record standings in this league; one column for wins, one for losses and one for gifts.

The sacred rights of mankind are not to be rummaged for among old parchments or musty records. They are written, as with a sunbeam, in the whole volume of human nature, by the Hand of Divinity itself, and can never be erased or obscured by mortal power.

Accurate data on shark attacks on World War II servicemen may never be known since medical records did not note them. In fact, the navy was sufficiently concerned about loss of morale that it discouraged public mention of the menace.

Technology was supposed to bring the latest fiber-optic cables into every house in Celebration. It promised a computerized community network that would let any resident pull up his or her medical records at the hospital, monitor his or her child's network at school and communicate with teachers and administrators, or simply chat with neighbors or order carry out from one of the restaurants.

The records of every great religion show the presence of such Supermen, so full of the Divine Life that again and again they have been taken as the very representatives of God Himself.

Every life has a file, if you will.

Jane Francklyne, born in 1565, had lived for less than a month. She left very little behind. She was buried in the Ecton churchyard, but her father would hardly have paid a carver to engrave so small a stone. If not for the parish register, there would be no record that this Jane Francklyne had ever lived at all. History is what is written and can be found; what isn't saved is lost, sunken and rotted, eaten by the earth.

No woman can be gotten with child without some knowledg, consent and delight in the acting thereof." Charles J. Hoadly, ed., Records of the Colony or Jurisdiction of New Haven, From May, 1653, to the Union (Hartford: Case, Lockwood, 1858), 123;

No mention is made in government records of man-eaters prior to the year 1905 and it would appear that until the advent of the Champawat tiger and the Panar leopard, man-eaters were unknown in Kumaon. When

Many SWAT teams are essentially accountable to no one. These independent SWAT groups claim that although they are funded by the taxpayers, they have incorporated and therefore, as private corporations, they are exempt from opening their records to the public.

August 23, 1793. (THE LIBRARY COMPANY OF PHILADELPHIA)

I plan to stay in music. I plan to keep making records.

Just be careful," a Seattle homicide detective warned. "Maybe we'd better know where to find your dental records in case we need to identify you." I laughed, but the words were jarring; the black humor that would surround Ted Bundy evermore begun.