Pallinghurst Barrow Quotes

They were savages, yet they were ghosts. The two most terrible and dreaded foes of civilised experience seemed combined at once in them. ~ Grant Allen

Prior to then it was believed that black holes were just cosmic cookie monsters, swallowing everything that came within their gravitational clutches. ~ John D. Barrow

One lapse of judgment can cost and talent isn't everything. A huge slice of good fortune in needed to make it to the top, and without that element of luck, you've no chance. ~ John Barrow

His expression is unreadable, but his meaning is clear. With one hand, he points at his feet. His fingers are whiter than I remember.

I do as he says.

I kneel. ~ Victoria Aveyard

Releasing a record is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the promotion of the product, but you have to play the game if you are to have a chance of competing in the market place. ~ John Barrow

We are just strings of quarks living in a suburb of the local density maximum of the universe. ~ John D. Barrow

Any universe simple enough to be understood is too simple to produce a mind able to understand it
-Barrow's Uncertainty Principle ~ John D. Barrow

Facetiousness is allowable when it is the most proper instrument of exposing things apparently base and vile to due contempt. ~ Isaac Barrow

Even without her lightning, Mare Barrow still manages to strike me through. ~ Victoria Aveyard

Nothing is higher than heaven; nothing is beyond the walls of the world; nothing is lower than hell, or more glorious than virtue.48 ~ John D. Barrow

Chance never writ a legible book; chance never built a fair house; chance never drew a neat picture; it never did any of these things, nor ever will; nor can it be without absurdity supposed able to do them; which yet are works very gross and rude, very easy and feasible, as it were, in comparison to the production of a flower or a tree. ~ Isaac Barrow

Leonie Barrow knew enough about real criminal investigations to know full well that cases rarely if ever hinged on an encyclopedic knowledge of tobacco ash or the curious incident of the butler's allergy to spinach. ~ Jonathan L. Howard

None are too wise to be mistaken, but few are so wisely just as to acknowledge and correct their mistakes, and especially the mistakes of prejudice. ~ Isaac Barrow

My ignorance is becoming a theme." --Mare Barrow ~ Victoria Aveyard

Since only a narrow range of the allowed values for, say, the fine structure constant will permit observers to exist in the Universe, we must find ourselves in the narrow range of possibilities which permit them, no matter how improbable they are. We must ask for the conditional probability of observing constants to take particular ranges, given that other features of the Universe, like its age, satisfy necessary conditions for life. ~ John D. Barrow

There are only certain intervals of time when life of any sort is possible in an expanding universe and we can practise astronomy only during that habitable time interval in cosmic history. ~ John D. Barrow

It was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard. "This is a handy cove," says he at length; "and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?" My father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity. "Well, then," said he, "this is the berth for me. Here you, matey," he cried to the man who trundled the barrow; "bring up alongside and help up my chest. I'll stay here a bit," he continued. "I'm a plain man; rum ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

That in affairs of very considerable importance men should deal with one another with satisfaction of mind, and mutual confidence, they must receive competent assurances concerning the integrity, fidelity, and constancy each of other. ~ Isaac Barrow

It's to bad we didn't stay longer", I murmur, looking out at the river. "I would have liked to die close to home. ~ Victoria Aveyard

In that case Mr. Barrow, Mr. Gehrig is a very underpaid ballplayer. ~ Joe DiMaggio

Making for a summery, aesthetic contrast to all around her; Angela was moving against the current of commuters, the majority of whom were clad in muted attire. In her warm red, front-split, ruffled halter-neck cocktail dress that came to her knees, she was turning more than a few heads. Descending the wet concrete steps of the metro entrance with a grace that surprised Nicola, she reminded her of a cherry blossom falling. ~ Helen E. Barrow

You only can live on adrenaline for so long; one thing is for sure, it doesn't pay the bills. ~ John Barrow

The fruits of the earth do not more obviously require labor and cultivation to prepare them for our use and subsistence, than our faculties demand instruction and regulation in order to qualify us to become upright and valuable members of society, useful to others, or happy ourselves. ~ Isaac Barrow

I don't know why, but I'm reminded of something Julian taught me once, long ago.

We destroy. It's the constant of our kind.

I've seen that firsthand. In Archeon, in Harbor Bay, on every battlefield. In the way Reds were treated and are still treated across the continent.

But that world is changing.

We destroy, but we also rebuild. ~ Victoria Aveyard

Gravity acts on all forms of mass and energy, but energy comes in a host of very different forms that behave in peculiar ways that were not known in Newton's day. Wotst of all, gravity gravitates. Those waves of gravity that spread out, rippling the curvature of space, carry energy too and that energy acts as a source for its own gravity field. Gravity interacts with itself in a way that light does not. ~ John D. Barrow

She was a gardener of the ruthless type, and went for any small green thing that incautiously showed a timid spike above the earth, suspecting it of being a weed. She had had a slight difference with the professional gardener who had hitherto worked for her on three afternoons during the week, and had told him that his services were no longer required. She meant to do her gardening herself this year, and was confident that a profusion of beautiful flowers and a plethora of delicious vegetables would be the result. At the end of her garden path was a barrow of rich manure, which she proposed, when she had finished the slaughter of the innocents, to dig into the depopulated beds. On the other side of her paling her neighbour Georgie Pillson was rolling his strip of lawn, on which during the summer he often played croquet on a small scale. Occasionally they shouted remarks to each other, but as they got more and more out of breath with their exertions the remarks got fewer. Mrs. Quantock's last question had been "What do you do with slugs, Georgie?" and Georgie had panted out, "Pretend you don't see them. ~ E.F. Benson

The proper work of man, the grand drift of human life, is to follow reason, that noble spark kindled in us from heaven. ~ Isaac Barrow

It is safe to make a choice of your thoughts, scarcely ever safe to express them all. ~ Isaac Barrow

Because men believe not in Providence, therefore they do so greedily scrape and hoard. They do not believe in any reward for charity, therefore they will part with nothing. ~ Isaac Barrow

THE BARROW

In this high field strewn with stones
I walk by a green mound,
Its edges sheared by the plough.
Crumbs of animal bone
Lie smashed and scattered round
Under the clover leaves
And slivers of flint seem to grow
Like white leaves among green.
In the wind, the chestnut heaves
Where a man's grave has been.

Whatever the barrow held
Once, has been taken away:
A hollow of nettles and dock
Lies at the centre, filled
With rain from a sky so grey
It reflects nothing at all.
I poke in the crumbled rock
For something they left behind
But after that funeral
There is nothing at all to find.

On the map in front of me
The gothic letters pick out
Dozens of tombs like this,
Breached, plundered, left empty,
No fragments littered about
Of a dead and buried race
In the margins of histories.
No fragments: these splintered bones
Construct no human face,
These stones are simply stones.

In museums their urns lie
Behind glass, and their shaped flints
Are labelled like butterflies.
All that they did was die,
And all that has happened since
Means nothing to this place.
Above long clouds, the skies
Turn to a brilliant red
And show in the water's face
One living, and not these dead."

- Anthony Thwaite, from The Owl In The Tree ~ Anthony Thwaite

Even rats want to get out of the gutter, Miss Barrow. ~ Victoria Aveyard

Every ear is tickled with the sweet music of applause. ~ Isaac Barrow

They beg to a Silver king, and spit upon Red queens. ~ Victoria Aveyard

When I was Mare Barrow of the Stilts, I thought the same way. I wondered what would happen if I survived conscription, and saw what that future held. A friendly marriage to the fish boy with green eyes, children we could love, a poor stilt home. It seemed like a dream back then, an impossibility. And it still is. It always will be. I do not love Kilorn, not the way he wants me to. I never will. ~ Victoria Aveyard

Following Peabody's distracted gaze, Eve had her first view of Jess Barrow. He was beautiful. A painting in motion with a long, shining mane of hair the color of polished oak. His eyes were nearly silver, thickly lashed, intensely focused, as he worked the controls of an elaborate console. His complexion was flawless, tanned to bronze set off by rounded cheekbones and a strong chin. His mouth was full and firm, and his hands, as they flew over the controls, were as finely sculptured as marble.

"Roll up your tongue, Peabody," Eve suggested, "before you step on it."

"God. Holy God. He's better in person. Don't you just want to bite him?"

"Not particularly, but you go ahead."

Catching herself, Peabody flushed to the roots of her hair. She shifted on her sturdy legs. This was, she reminded herself, her superior. "I admire his talent."

"Peabody, you're admiring his chest. It's a pretty good one, so I can't hold it against you."

"I wish he would," she murmured, then cleared her throat as Big Mary stomped back with two dark brown bottles. ~ J.D. Robb

Barrow, who evidently had never seen an atlas, felt superior to Descartes, Rembrandt, and Beethoven. ~ Ken Follett

I don't like getting involved with other people's business. I don't have time for it. And yet here I am, listening to myself say four dooming words. "Leave everything to me. ~ Victoria Aveyard

We should allow others' excellences, to preserve a modest opinion of our own. ~ Isaac Barrow

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep. You may have heard of me. ~ Patrick Rothfuss