Quotes About Dots

History is an immense liturgical text where the iotas and the dots are worth no less than the entire verses or chapters, but the importance of one and the other is indeterminable and profoundly hidden.

Foursquare makes maps special. We take maps that are blank and put dots on them to help you figure out what to do.

I love all dots. I am married to many of them. I want all dots to be happy. Dots are my brothers. I am a dot myself.

What did you say, Arthur? I said, how the hell did you get here? I was a row of dots flowing randomly through the Universe. Have you met Thor? He makes thunder. Hello, said Arthur. I expect that must be very interesting. Hi, said Thor, it is.

I was a row of dots flowing randomly through the Universe. Have you met Thor? He makes thunder.

What we're going to do is try to get TSA out of the human resources and personnel business and into the security business to connect the dots.

The parallels between 9/11 and Pearl Harbor are striking. In each instance there were warning signs before the attack, and in each instance our government failed to connect the dots.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

It's weird, because I know Mom is right about the big picture. But Dad is right too: Life is really just a bunch of nows, one after the other. The dots matter.

Of course. She smiled slowly. Well, I didn't need to get all dressed then, did I? She had a way, all right. The words came out like asterisks, or the dots at the end of jazzy paragraphs in books.

Beings in existence thus are annihilated from moment to moment, and this gives rise to time. The process whereby time is engendered by this moment-to-moment annihilation may be likened to a row of dots and a line.

You ask every conceivable question after Sept. 11 in terms of what more could have been done, what could have been done differently. My impression from working on these cases and investigations for almost nine years was that an awful lot of people were working over time to connect dots.

Dameon had hazel eyes with little black dots in the middle of each of them. The dots were called pupils.

Yellow poison dots no bigger than the plastic head of a serving pin. A drug used on combat missions, collaquially known as Hammer. He should know exactly how many I have left, as he's supervised by trials.

Reality does not easily give up meaning; it's the biographer's job to clobber it into submission. You're meant not only to tame it but to extract substance, to identify cause and axiomatic effect. You subsist on the tactical omissions, the hollow words, the oddly unconnected dots.

There are times when you wake at dawn and check your neck for the marks of the vampire, those two little red dots, your pupils still contracted with hate, muscles weary from the struggle.

Not so bad this ending because one is getting used to endings: life like Morse, a series of dots and dashes, never forming a paragraph.

Louis Braille created the code of raised dots for reading and writing that bears his name and brings literacy, independence, and productivity to the blind.

The moon, now only a series of pale-white dots against a light-blue background, would fill out a grow bright, exercising its dominion over the night.

The handwriting in the letter was as even as waves along the beach, row on row of neat curls and dots, perfect pebbles and shells on an ordered shore.

This chapter is dedicated to those other delights of punctuation--exquisite little squiggles, those most delightful dots and dashes, and other tragically under-appreciated tiny tidbits! Nah. I'm just yankin' your chain.

I always say investors invest in lines, not dots.

When we were small, Rose and I used to play a game called connect the dots. I loved it. I loved drawing a line from dot number 1 to dot number 2 and so on. Most of all, I loved the moment when the chaotic sprinkle of dots resolved itself into a picture. That's what stories do. They connect the random dots of life into a picture. But it's all an illusion. Just try to connect the dots of life. You'll end up with a lunatic scribble.

That's what stories do. They connect the random dots of life into a picture. But it's all an illusion. Just try to connect the dots of life. You'll end up with a lunatic scribble.