Famous Quotes & Sayings

Quincy Jones

I have all the tools and gadgets. I tell my son, who's a producer, 'You never work for the machine; the machine works for you.'

Larry Harris

His teams win. He's really the machine that makes us go.

Bill Fleming

I was always mechanical. In 1978, I started out doing machine work. Now I'm back to my roots.

Richard Dawkins

If you don't know anything about computers, just remember that they are machines that do exactly what you tell them but often surprise you in the result.

Woody Guthrie

All about a human being is, it's a great big hoping machine.

Rod Serling

I don't have any system. I dictate a lot, through a machine, and I also have a secretary. But I used to type just like everybody else.

F. Stone

I prefer live dealers, ... but the machines treated me all right today.

Michael Lehmann

I'm not a macho guy. I'm very soft-spoken on the set. But I'm not really intimidated by the process of making movies.

Jose Saramago

What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being?

Julia Sweeney

Well, you can't be depressed and sad 24 hours a day.

Richelle Mead

Rose you can't go." This time the sadness in Lissa's voice was mirrored though the bond, flooding into me. "It's not that Dimitri didn't ask to see you. He asked specifically not to see you.

William Maxwell

His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope.

Virginia Woolf

I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

William Wordsworth

The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.

Robert Ryan

I sometimes use a lot of light greens and greys when I feel there is sadness in the painting.

Robert Plant

Come into my life, here where nothing matters. Come into my life, roll away the gloom.

Sarah Waters

And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.

Sarah Dessen

He was looking at me, jsut as I'd thought he would be, but like Bert's, his light was not what I expected. No pity, no sadness: nothing had changed. I realized all the times I'd felt people stare at me, their faces had been pictures, abstracts. None of them were mirrors, able to reflect back the expression I thought one I wore, the feelings only I felt.