Quotes About Swirls

Chen was pleased. He had twelve separate and singular prints, each showing defined typica. Typica were the characteristic points by which fingerprints could be identified—the loops and swirls and bifurcations that make up a fingerprint.

Make-believe colors the past with innocent distortion, and it swirls ahead of us in a thousand ways - in science, in politics, in every bold intention.

enough. Still, the swirls which could be defined appeared to match the ones taken from Oswald's left hand tonight. The photos were reversed, and the eyes of the men scanned them again. It wasn't the best of evidence, but both appeared to be made from the same hand.

You are the light that swirls around me, Darkness lies over the desert.

the inside of the shell, the swirls of blue and purple—wampum, what used to be traded like money.

Those swirls in the cream mixing into the coffee? That's us. Ephemeral patterns of complexity, riding a wave of increasing entropy from simple beginnings to a simple end. We should enjoy the ride.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

Luck is not the hand of God.... Luck is the way the wind swirls and the dust settles eons after God has passed by.

For passion has come to the verge and leaps headlong to the blind abyss, yet gathers thereby the strength of deeps, and eddies a moment and swirls and sweeps till peril is one with bliss!

Snow is seldom still. It swirls and blinds. It clings to everything, glimmering and glittering, and when a gust comes, it turns into white fog. And it stings. First like needles, then like razors. Tiny particles of ice chafe the cheeks, and even when they settle, they hide pitfalls.

Your mind is like Heraclitus' river. Your mind, in fact, is like nineteenth-century father of psychology William James' "stream of consciousness," a bubbling, babbling brook. Your mind constantly produces different currents of associations, different swirls of thought, and different moods.

In the dim light, surrounded by swirls of sweet hash smoke, she was as clear as a cut-glass figurine.