Gibbs Quotes

Can you enter a house uninvited?" "No." "Why?" "That would be rude.

Kidnapped by a vampire, death by a squid. How tragic.

Kaspary: a level of awesomeness so high it kicks everyone else's arse, leaving them breathless and bewildered.

You’re only a first year!” Tina cried. “And you’re already getting death threats! Do you have any idea how lucky you are?

Just because I give you my all, doesn't mean I'm a pushover. Don't make the mistake of underestimating me. Push too hard and you'll see how strong I really am!

Jack Sparrow: Take what ye can! Mr. Gibbs: Give nothin' back!

Never thought I'd see this moment, my voice said, full of the same breathlessness I felt as I looked up at him. Neither did I,I replied. 'Girly?' 'I give up.' 'What?' I took a deep breath.'I give in to you.'

P.S. Murders kill for pleasure. Vampires kill to survive.

Even if that were so, how could I be happy as a vampire? There is no chance of me actually liking the idea of living forever. It's hopeless!' Kasper faced straight ahead, glancing in his side mirror.He spoke softly, something like caring in his voice.'You don't know that, Girly! One day you might just find something worth living an eternity for.

Apparently, it was common for children to participate in the Civil War, and thus, lots of fathers had brought their sons along for a fun family weekend of simulated violence and bloodshed.

He sighed, his hands tangling themselves in my already-knotted hair. “Violet, don’t ever leave me. Whatever happens; however things get, just don’t go. Please.

The Message of Mohammad is not a set of metaphysical phenomena. It is a complete civilization.

that none of the locks on the toilet stalls in the common restroom worked.

One day you might just find something worth living an eternity for

Grief does not demand pity; It requests acknowledgement" - Jude Gibbs

I knew what I had left behind. The question was: What was I going to find ahead?

I'm not playing! I really am stupid!

Sometimes life takes you into a dark place where you feel it's impossible to breathe. You think you've been buried, but don't give up, because if truth be told, you've actually been planted.

Handsome and brilliantly rich; their fatal flaw is murder.

(There’s a rumor that World War III almost started when the computer in charge of the North American nuclear missile system misinterpreted a commander saying “I hate syrup” as “annihilate Europe.”)

It never ceases to amaze me that in times of amazing human suffering somebody says something that can be so utterly stupid.

This morning’s lecture was on how to avoid ninjas, which might have been interesting if step one hadn’t been “Stay out of Japan.” Furthermore, Crandall had quickly become sidetracked,

You know it never ceases to amaze me how people twist your words.I used to et it bother me that I was so misunderstood, but now I realise, I can tell a lot about people by what they CHOOSE to see in me

The wand is mighter then the sword.

Mickey Mouse is just a rat in suspenders.

A Grandmother thinks of her grandchildren day and night, even when they are not with her.She will always love them more than anyone would understand.

I could imagine her as a kindergartener, making a high-tech raid on the family cookie jar.

My mind told me he most have had a weapon; my eyes saw none.

I’m the one with the dick and you’re the one that wants it,’ he gently said. ‘It’s not complicated.

Reprehensible,” Erica suggested. “Repugnant. Odious. Loathsome. Abhorrent. Subhuman

His true monument lies not on the shelves of libraries, but in the thoughts of men, and in the history of more than one science. {Gibbs's obituary for scientist Rudolf Clausius}

You can’t keep me here against my will!” he told Nina. “I am one of the most influential men on earth!” “I hate to break it to you,” Chang taunted, “but you’re not on earth anymore.” At

Leaves grow old gracefully, bring such joy in their last lingering days. How vibrant and bright is their final flurry of life.

I’m studying to be a spy, Ben. It’s my job to know things.

Our refrigerator ended up in the neighbor’s pool. They found the microwave three blocks away.

The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.

In the entire world, sharks kill fewer than ten people a year, while coconuts falling from trees take out 150.

I see it,” Alexander said. “It says: EXTERIOR MONKEY MONITORING ORGANISM.” “No,” Claire corrected. “It says SURFACE MISSILE CONTROL SYSTEM.” “Oh,” Alexander said, trying to save face. “I must have been using the wrong dialect.

Women KNOW, we just know. Even if we didn't know, we would know. Men won't get this, but women will..because we KNOW

I’ll find you sooner or later!” Later still seemed like the better option to me.

Just clip the red one," Cyrus told her. "They're all red," Erica informed him. "They are?" Cyrus asked. "Curse those Soviets! Everything always has to be red with them.

There were rumors that at age three Erica had thwarted a trio of bank robbers with only a juice box and a Slinky.

It is his absence that is part of me and has been for years. This is who I am, perhaps who we all are, keepers of the absent and the dead. It is the blessing and burden of being alive.

Mr. Gibbs: Curse you for breathin' ya slack-jawed idiot. Mother's love. Jack. You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleepin'. Its bad luck. Jack Sparrow: Fortunately, I know how to counter it; the man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink; the man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking. Mr. Gibbs: Aye, that'll about do it.

An open mind is also a humble mind because it realizes how little it actually knows.

Showing STRENGTH doesn't mean we have to fight a battle...Sometimes it's far better to WALK AWAY from all the nonsense and those who indulge in it

President Donald Trump informed the world that the United States would no longer be part of the Paris Accords, effectively abdicating

While you were out JUDGING others, you left your closet door open...and guess what fell out!....Ooops

I think I love you or everything about you which may or may not be love but close enough to be scary. You’ll forget me an hour after I’m gone and I’ll remember you for the rest of my life.

It's not that we have more patience as we grow older, it's just that we're too tired to care about all the pointless drama

It's not your job to judge or to decide if someone deserves something. It's your job to lift the fallen and comfort the broken.

Everything will change in your life when you finally learn that you deserve SO MUCH BETTER

The kid might be smart, but he has the survival skills of a potato bug.

Erica approached a door marked RESTRICTED: DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION, then jimmied the lock and entered without authorization.

Don't spend your days sitting around waiting for something to happen. Get outside and make it happen!Live like a warrior, be at one with nature, fearless in the moment....because this moment will never happen again so don't waste it!

Murray was still on the floor, praying to any god he could come up with, covering all his bases. In short order, I heard him run through the religions of Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Shintoism, Zoroastrianism, and a few I’d never even heard of before.

Crocodiles?” Murray gasped, then turned his eyes to the heavens. “What did I ever do to deserve this?” “Attempted murder, for one,” Zoe answered, then ticked more things off on her fingers. “Plus terrorism, assassination, destruction of public property, and being an all-around jerk. The question is really, what haven’t you done to deserve this?

Nixon to Clinton: "When seeking advice from people who are more experienced than you, tell them what you plan to do first, and then ask for their reaction. Don't ask for their advice, and then ignore it. That way you save on bruised feelings.

You make me insanely happy, baby, but bite me that hard again,’ he said with a grin, licking the blood off his bottom lip, ‘and you’ll get the spanking of your life.

She kisses the children goodnight, leaving lipstick on their foreheads and a trail of Chanel No.5.

Her father had once showed me a baby picture of her playing with nunchucks.

You' re Benjamin Ripley, aren't you?" "Uh... no." It was worth a shot. And for half a second it almost seemed to work. The assassin hesitated, slightly confused, then asked, "Then who are you?" "Jonathan Monkeywarts" I winced. It had been the first name to popped into my head. I made a mental note to be more prepared next time this happened.

That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving? People keep on loving even if you are not there in their face everyday to remind them? People keep on loving even if they no longer see you at all? People keep on loving even if they are loving someone else? Impossible: to believe you can be loved in absence when you don't even know how it feels to be loved when you are there.

That’s disgusting,” Summer said. “Why would anyone ever want to kill anything?” “You’re eating a steak!” Ethan exclaimed. “Where do you think that came from? You think the cow committed suicide?

I suppose your boobs are all squished under that green lace, your nipples crushed. They’re going to need some consolation. I’ll suck on them until they’re happy again. And then afterwards, when your nipples are stiff and throbbing and wondering if that’s all there is, I’ll give them something else to think about. I’ll spread your legs wide open and put my hard dick inside you so slowly you’ll be begging me to shove it in. But I won’t – I’ll make you wait until I give you permission to come.

No, not at all.’ Her temper was intriguing. He rarely experienced opposition in his life, and it seemed Miss Hart scarcely uttered a compliant word – unless she was half asleep.

And what was left behind was an unblinking enigma of a man, ruthless, without borderlines, slippery as mist, beautiful, passionate, remote. And totally and irredeemably loveable.

I want you to understand who’s in charge of your climax the next few days,’ he coolly said. ‘So there’s no misunderstandings.

Need a brush?’ ‘You tell me.’ ‘Nah, that FF look is hot.’ ‘FF?’ He smiled. ‘Freshly fucked.

Innocence waiting to be fucked, he pleasantly thought. And his, he decided with the proprietary instincts of a modern princeling.

She was his treat in a world of endless chaos.

Grief is love with no place to go

Yes, we drink our own urine in space.

my dormitory had been waiting to have its septic system replaced since before the Berlin Wall fell.

Yes, we drink our own urine in space. They left that out of Star Trek too. The

Whatever the situation, the answer is not in the fridge.

Once you step inside, history has to be rewritten to include you. A fiction develops a story that weaves you into the social fabric, giving you roots and a local identity. You are assimilated, and in erasing your differences and making you one of their own, the community can maintain belief in its wholeness and purity. After two or three generations, nobody remembers the story is fiction. It has become fact. And this is how history is made.

If I have learned anything it is that pity is more intelligent than hatred, that mercy is better than justice, that if one walks around the world with friendly eyes one makes good friends.

Mom was big on commemorative dinners, throwing them for things as mundane as my getting elected captain of the school chess team, even though I was the only student on the school chess team.

This city of stone,” Dante said. “It’s probably Paititi.” “What’s Paititi?” Charlie asked. Dante reacted with surprise. “You mean there’s something you don’t know?” “I’m only twelve,” Charlie said. “I haven’t had time to learn everything yet. Like, I still haven’t figured out why you haven’t asked Milana out even though you’re obviously crushing on her.

I know what you’re doing and you can just stop this ultimate control shit.’ ‘Make me,’ he softly said. ‘It’s not a game, Dominic.’ ‘Everything’s a game, babe . Business, life, fucking.’ He smiled. ‘But any game with you is extra special…

Dominic smiled. ‘Good. Then it might not be such an expensive piece of ass after all. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some apologizing to do. A helluva lot of apologizing. Give me a week at least before you reschedule. Katherine is agitated,’ he grimaced, ‘and with good reason. I’m going to need a few days to calm her down.

Unlike you,’ she said pointedly, ‘some men understand a refusal.’ His mouth firmed, but he held his tongue, not about to mention that she almost never meant no when she said it. ‘I see,’ he said tersely.

Clench clench these strong teeth in this strong mouth. My mouth. Of my body. In my house. My mouth? Chapped lips swollen and bloody? Dream dreaming wide and thunder? My mouth! My God! This is me speaking. Not mouthing. Not typing and twitching. Not writing a suicide note the length of a novel that will never be finished. I hear voices now but I know they are not the voices of fathers or lovers, or mothers or angels or demons, but the sounds of my own private wars echoing the battles of women before me and near me. No wonder I do not make people comfortable. I am a mirror. I have far too many things to say. (p. 237-238)

If compassion and mercy are not compatible with politics," Ford said, "then something is the matter with politics.

Tell me they’re mine,’ he said quietly. ‘And I’ll let you come.

Christ, dealing with you is like rewriting The fucking Art of War,’ he grumbled...

That is when you know you have reached the point of no return, when you began to stalk a ghost.

Those who know me never doubt me..Those who doubt me, never knew me.

He exhaled softly. ‘What do you want me to say?’ ‘How about the truth?’ ‘Then I’ll be fucking someone else. Satisfied?’ It was amazing how much it hurt to hear him say that. To think of him with another woman. To consider life without him...

He smiled. ‘Since when did you get shy?’ She ran her fingers through her copper curls in a quick restive gesture, then stared at him. ‘That’s kinda personal.’ ‘Unlike fucking.’ ‘Hey, keep it up and—’ ‘You couldn’t do it, babe. Honestly. You need it more than I do.’ ‘Maybe I could.’ ‘And maybe I could find religion , but I wouldn’t bet on it. So, can I get back to my plan? It’ll make you real happy – guaranteed.

In the last generation, this country produced one of the most eminent men of science in the whole world. His name was quite unknown among us while he lived, and it is still unknown. Yet I may say without too great exaggeration that when I heard it mentioned in a professional assembly in the Netherlands two years ago, everybody got down under the table and touched their foreheads to the floor. His name was Josiah Willard Gibbs.

Kate pointed at a cling-film-wrapped salad that was marked: Do Not Microwave. ‘She’s not sure you know not to heat a salad?’ Dominic rolled his eyes. ‘I did once and Patty’s never forgotten. That I was stoned out of my mind at the time apparently wasn’t excuse enough for her.

I don’t mind, really. I’ll try to be better.’ If anyone in Knight Enterprises had heard Dominic’s response , they would have thought their CEO had finally gone over the edge into some neurotic psychosis due to overwork. I’ll try to be better. Mea culpas weren’t his style.

Qu'une goutee de vin tombe dans un verre d'eau; quelle que soit la loi du movement interne du liquide, nous verrons bientôt se colorer d'une teinte rose uniforme et à partir de ce moment on aura beau agiter le vase, le vin et l'eau ne partaîtront plus pouvoir se séparer. Tout cela, Maxwell et Boltzmann l'ont expliqué, mais celui qui l'a vu plus nettement, dans un livre trop peu lu parce qu'il est difficile à lire, c'est Gibbs dans ses principes de la Mécanique Statistique. Let a drop of wine fall into a glass of water; whatever be the law that governs the internal movement of the liquid, we will soon see it tint itself uniformly pink and from that moment on, however we may agitate the vessel, it appears that the wine and water can separate no more. All this, Maxwell and Boltzmann have explained, but the one who saw it in the cleanest way, in a book that is too little read because it is difficult to read, is Gibbs, in his Principles of Statistical Mechanics.

One of the reasons the team on NCIS works so well-is that they live by their leader's rules-which are not a secret . What are your rules/standards? Do the people in your life know what they are? Do you hold grudges/resentments when they don't measure up? Do you pretend that everything is fine-when it's not-and close up a little every day? And most importantly- When was the last time YOU reviewed/upgraded your standards/expectations rules-and took a look at the impact around you/checked in? (Hint-most people live from rules/standards/expectations created from reactions/perceptions formed around the age of six) Might be time for a review/upgrade........

THE INTEREST WITHOUT THE CAPITAL The lover's food is the love of the bread; no bread need be at hand: no one who is sincere in his love is a slave to existence. Lovers have nothing to do with with with existence; lovers have the interest without the capital. Without wings they fly around the world; without hands they carry the polo ball off the field. That dervish who caught the scent of Reality used to weave basket even though his hand had been cut off. Lover have pitched their tents in nonexistence: they are of one quality and one essence, as nonexistence is.

Welcome back, Ben,” Erica said. I started in surprise before realizing the voice was coming from inside my head. Alexander had slipped a two-way radio into my ear. There were lots of people out and about. The enemy had taken my cell phone, but I put my hand to my ear and pretended to be talking on one anyhow. No one gave me a second glance. Virtually everyone else was on a cell phone themselves. “Can you hear me?” I asked. “Loud and clear,” Erica replied. “Where are you?” “Still on campus, looking into things. But I need you to tail someone for me.” “Chip?” “No. I think he’s clean.” “What? But—” “I’ll explain later. Right now I need you to go after Tina. She’s the mole . . . and she’s on the move.

Usually when people hear my parents are scientists, they assume they're awkward, unathletic nerds whose idea of fun is doing long division. That drives me nuts. My parents are the least nerdy people you've ever met. Mom swam competitively in college and competed in triathlons up until we left earth. Dad is a rugged outdoorsman; he's summited dozens of mountains and once free-climbed El Capitan in Yosemite in a day. They met on a Class 5 rafting trip down the Snake River. But more importantly, my parents aren't unusual. I've met hundreds of scientists, and most are almost as athletic and adventurous as my parents. I'm not sure how the whole idea that scientists are nerds ever got started.

It was astonishing how loudly one laughed at tales of gruesome things, of war’s brutality-I with the rest of them. I think at the bottom of it was a sense of the ironical contrast between the normal ways of civilian life and this hark-back to the caveman code. It made all our old philosophy of life monstrously ridiculous. It played the “hat trick” with the gentility of modern manners. Men who had been brought up to Christian virtues, who had prattled their little prayers at mothers’ knees, who had grown up to a love of poetry, painting, music, the gentle arts, over-sensitized to the subtleties of half-tones, delicate scales of emotion, fastidious in their choice of words, in their sense of beauty, found themselves compelled to live and act like ape-men; and it was abominably funny. They laughed at the most frightful episodes, which revealed this contrast between civilized ethics and the old beast law. The more revolting it was the more, sometimes, they shouted with laughter, especially in reminiscence, when the tale was told in the gilded salon of a French chateau, or at a mess-table. It was, I think, the laughter of mortals at the trick which had been played on them by an ironical fate. They had been taught to believe that the whole object of life was to reach out to beauty and love, and that mankind, in its progress to perfection, had killed the beast instinct, cruelty, blood-lust, the primitive, savage law of survival by tooth and claw and club and ax. All poetry, all art, all religion had preached this gospel and this promise. Now that ideal had broken like a china vase dashed to hard ground. The contrast between That and This was devastating. It was, in an enormous world-shaking way, like a highly dignified man in a silk hat, morning coat, creased trousers, spats, and patent boots suddenly slipping on a piece of orange-peel and sitting, all of a heap, with silk hat flying, in a filthy gutter. The war-time humor of the soul roared with mirth at the sight of all that dignity and elegance despoiled. So we laughed merrily, I remember, when a military chaplain (Eton, Christ Church, and Christian service) described how an English sergeant stood round the traverse of a German trench, in a night raid, and as the Germans came his way, thinking to escape, he cleft one skull after another with a steel-studded bludgeon a weapon which he had made with loving craftsmanship on the model of Blunderbore’s club in the pictures of a fairy-tale. So we laughed at the adventures of a young barrister (a brilliant fellow in the Oxford “Union”) whose pleasure it was to creep out o’ nights into No Man’s Land and lie doggo in a shell-hole close to the enemy’s barbed wire, until presently, after an hour’s waiting or two, a German soldier would crawl out to fetch in a corpse. The English barrister lay with his rifle ready. Where there had been one corpse there were two. Each night he made a notch on his rifle three notches one night to check the number of his victims. Then he came back to breakfast in his dugout with a hearty appetite.