Boris Yellnikoff: That's why I can't say enough times, whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works.
Carter Chambers: Edward Perryman Cole died in May. It was a Sunday in the afternoon and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He was 81 years old. Even now, I can't claim to understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this: I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open, and I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place because he was buried on the mountain, and that was against the law.
Dan: The objective measure of a clock, is another clock.
Carter Chambers: Even now I cannot understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this. I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open. And I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place, because he was buried on the mountain. And that was against the law.
Simon Grim: I worked, while you sat back and comfortably dismissed the outside world as too shallow, stupid and mean to appreciate your ideas. Henry Fool: Is that such a priority? Is that some sort of measure of a man's worth? To drag what's best in him out into the street so every average slob with some pretense to taste can poke it with a stick? Simon Grim: Maybe. Maybe it is.
Joanne: [sings] Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
[first lines] Mark, Angel, Maureen, Roger, Collins, Benjamin Coffin III, Mimi: Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes - how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love... seasons of love.
Julia Jones: How will I ever measure up to that? [hands Hitch a sexy photo of Andy] Hitch: You can't. She's fine as hell! I would tear that shit up!
Even if it were possible to cast my horoscope in this one life, and to make an accurate prediction about my future, it would not be possible to 'show' it to me because as soon as I saw it my future would change by definition. This is why Werner Heisenberg's adaptation of the Hays Office
McCarthy: The final measure of bravery is to stand up to death.
Dr. Moreau: Permit me Mr.Douglas, to tell you something of the Devil as I've come to know him. The Devil is that element in human nature, that impels us to destroy and debase. Edward Douglas: And what are you about upon this island but destruction and debasement. Dr. Moreau: Oh well, I can tell you very plainly... [Majai interrupts by putting his foot on the dinner table to which Dr.Moreau reacts] Dr. Moreau: No please, don't do that. [Majai removes foot from table] Dr. Moreau: For 17 years I have been striving to create a... some measure of refinement in the human species you see. And it is here, on this very island, that I sir, have found the very essence of the Devil. Edward Douglas: What do you mean? Dr. Moreau: I've seen the Devil, in my microscope and I have chained him, and I suppose you could say in a sense metaphorically speaking, I have cut him to pieces. The Devil, Mr.Douglas, I've found is nothing more than a tiresome collection of genes, and it is with great assurance that I can tell you, that Lucifer, Son of Morning is no more.
Carter Chambers: You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.
Handy Harrison: Hold on, I got you something. Sally Mannis: Dirt? Handy Harrison: [Takes the dirt from the ring] It's dirty but ... Sally Mannis: Oh. Handy Harrison: Look I dont know how you feel. [Sally kisses Handy] Handy Harrison: Is that a "Yes" kiss? Sally Mannis: Yes [Sally kisses Handy again] Handy Harrison: It's dirt now, but... It's really beautiful. Sally Mannis: It's beautiful. Handy Harrison: It's big and - Thats not just one diamond, theres diamonds on the side [Sally laughs. Handy places the ring on her finger] Handy Harrison: It's diamonds and mud. Oh did I say in the speech - ? I forgot the whole part about how much I love you. I didn't say it, but - Yes, I didn't - you know, theres no - I didn't make a word thing out of it, but you can't even measure it. It's like - like, if you take all the sun - You can take all the heat from the sun and you - If you put all of that heat into a love container, you ... Sally Mannis: [Grabs Handy's face and playfully slaps his cheek] Got it. Handy Harrison: You got it? Sally Mannis: Yes Handy Harrison: But you said yes anyway. So this is all extra. Like a bonus to it.
Captain Ahab: Why the long face, Mr. Starbuck? Have you no game for Moby-Dick? Starbuck: Aye, I have game for his crooked jaw. I have game for the jaws of death, if that's part of the business we came for. Sir, I am here to hunt whale, not my commander's vengeance. How many barrels of oil will your vengeance yeild, I ask you? Captain Ahab: If money be the measure of everything we do, let me tell ye my vengeance will fetch a great premium here! Starbuck: What do you wish of me, Captain Ahab? Captain Ahab: Help me to strike a fin. Surely no impossible task for you, the best lancer of all Nantucket. Surely you, of all this crew, will not hold back.
Jason Bourne: I don't want to do this anymore. Conklin: I don't think that's a decision you can make. Jason Bourne: Jason Bourne is dead, you hear me? He drowned two weeks ago. You're gonna go tell 'em that Jason Bourne is dead, you understand? Conklin: Where are you gonna go? Jason Bourne: I swear to God, if I even feel somebody behind me, there is no measure to how fast and how hard I will bring this fight to your doorstep. I'm on my own side now.
Clyde Martin: but there hasn't been a single mention of love. Alfred Kinsey: that's because it's impossible to measure love. and as you know, without measurements, there can be no science.but i have been thinking a lot about this problem lately. Clyde Martin: problem? Alfred Kinsey: when it comes to love. we are all in the dark. Clyde Martin: so you do think it's important.
For millenia, scientists always try to measure the size of this vast universe. One way to know that is first to find the smallest single thing that constructs this universe. When they get it, the real measurement of universe can be understood for sure.
Kathleen Conklin: What's your major? Anthropology Student: Anthropology. Kathleen Conklin: Do you like it? Anthropology Student: What else is there? "Man is the measure of all things." Kathleen Conklin: Protagoras, right? Anthropology Student: [makes affirmative noise] What are you studying? Kathleen Conklin: Adversity's sweet milk: philosophy.
Judgmental heart has lack of introspection.
Marquis de Sade: [voiceover, as Coulmier writes] Beloved reader, I leave you now with a tale penned by the Abbe du Coulmier, a man who found freedom, in the most unlikeliest of places: at the bottom of an inkwell, on the tip of a quill. However, be forewarned, it's plot is blood-soaked, it's characters depraved, and it's themes... unwholesome at best. But in order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the full measure of man. So come... I Dare you... Turn the page...
Danny: Oh, shit, what is this? Am I dead? Linoleum? This must be hell. Oh no, what a cliche. I've had some time to think about it and it's pretty simple after all. I think it's like the man said, "Man is the measure of all things." I should know. I ran the gamut. Tom Van Allen got his revenge. Good for Tom. And Danny Parker? He got gut-shot for being a lowlife rat. That sucks for him. As far I'm concerned, they're both dead. So who is this guy? Tell you the truth, I still don't know. But I like his chances. I really like his chances.
Buffett found it 'extraordinary' that academics studied such things. They studied what was measurable, rather than what was meaningful. 'As a friend [Charlie Munger] said, to a man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.
Zuviel ist gerade so falsch wie zuwenig.
Judging others is just wasting your time, giving your advice to men who don't pay.
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