Martinez Quotes

Dr. Martinez: "I take it you don't want me to call your parent?" Max: "Uh, no." Hello, lab? May I speak to the test tube please?

So you have you price," I said with a mouthful of crumbs. "Your soul for a cookie." Fang made sure Dr. Martinez wasn't looking and then shot me the bird.

Huh - Why is Max in the kitchen?" Dr.Martinez: "We're cooking." Gazzy: "She's just keeping you company, right?" Dr.Martinez: "No, she's cooking." Nudge: "Cooking...food?" Max: "Yes, I'm cooking food, and it's great, and you're going to eat it, you twerps!

The smile upon my lips, 
 It will surely never die 
 As I'm waiting here for you 
 until you're by my side.

Later," Fang said to Ella and Dr. Martinez in that gushy, hyperemotional, overdramatic way he has.

[19:29] JOHANSSEN: When we pick you up, I will make wild, passionate love to you. Prepare your body. [19:29] JOHANSSEN: I didn’t type that! That was Martinez! I stepped away from the console for like 10 seconds!

Reality is like a fruitcake; pretty enough to look at but with all sorts of nasty things lurking just beneath the surface.

Those who write are writers. Those who wait are waiters.

Fang? Are you- like Max?" asked Dr. Martinez. "Nope,"he said, sounding bored. "I'm the smart one." I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin.

Million-mile-high club,” Martinez said. “Nice!

I like the scars because I like the stories. Bravery, stupidity, pain—none of them come free.

I was okay. She was okay. We were okay. Nothing else matters.

You were the villain in your own story, Martinez. In mine, you’ve always been my hero.

But then in middle school science, Mr. Martinez asked who among us had ever fantasized about living in the clouds, and everyone raised their hand. Then Mr. Martinez told us that up in the clouds the wind blew one hundred and fifty miles an hour and the temperature was thirty below zero and there was no oxygen and we’d all die within seconds.” “Sounds like a nice guy.” “He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.let me tell you. You think volcanoes are awesome? Tell that to the ten thousand screaming corpses at Pompeii. You still secretly believe that there is an element of magic to this world? It’s all just soulless molecules bouncing against each other randomly. Do you worry about who will take care of you if your parents die? As well you should, because they will be worm food in the fullness of time.

Esto va a funcionar. ¿Y sabes por qué? Porque es tan difícil que resulte, que va a hacerlo solo por ser la excepción que confirma la puñetera regla

Su princesita iba a tener un cuento, y un palacio si se lo pedía. El príncipe era otra historia, tendría que conformarse con el lobo feroz y rezar para que hubiera un final feliz.

When you cross over into the weird stuff, there's no going back. Hector has a theory on it. Calls it the law of 'Anomalous Phenomena Attraction.' He explained it to me once. Didn't really pay attention, but it boils down to 'weird shit pulls in more weird shit.

El corazón siempre sabe cuándo ha llegado el momento de terminar algo. Es el que mejor entiende de puntos finales. Pero se hace el ciego, el sordo y el mudo porque le duele romperse aunque el golpe sea inminente.

Terrible errors are rarely made all at once. Usually they are performed one small misstep at a time.

Hey,” Watney said over the radio, “I've got an idea.” “Of course you do,” Lewis said. “What do you got?” “I could find something sharp in here and poke a hole in the glove of my EVA suit. I could use the escaping air as a thruster and fly my way to you. The source of thrust would be on my arm, so I'd be able to direct it pretty easily.” “How does he come up with this shit?” Martinez interjected. “Hmm,” Lewis said. “Could you get 42 meters per second that way?” “No idea,” Watney said. “I can't see you having any control if you did that,” Lewis said. “You'd be eyeballing the intercept and using a thrust vector you can barely control.” “I admit it's fatally dangerous,” Watney said. “But consider this: I'd get to fly around like Iron Man.” “We'll keep working on ideas,” Lewis said. “Iron Man, Commander. Iron Man.

We cut flowers because we think they're pretty, we cut ourselves because we think we're not.

Las personas sufren por las cosas que decimos, pero también por las que callamos. Incluso por las que no hacemos y evitamos.

those who get upset for being treated the way that they treat others, will never understand why others treat them the way that they treat others.

With one sentence and two steps, forever began. Till Page walked through my door for the very first time.

Rafe grinned. "So we are dating?" "No. You have to pass the parental exam first. It'll take you awhile to compile the data. They'd like it in triplicate." I turned to my parents. "We have Kenji. We have my cell phone. Since we aren't officially dating, I'm sure you'll agree that's all the protection we need." Dad chocked on his coffee.

Being a good person is more than just not being a bad person.

Remember, you’ll be pulling some pretty heavy g’s. It’s okay to pass out. You’re in Martinez’s hands.” “Tell that asshole no barrel rolls.” “Copy that, MAV,” Lewis said.

Martinez and Johanssen floated down the hall toward Docking Port A. “So,” he said, “who would you have eaten first?” She glared at him. “’Cause I think I’d be tastiest,” he continued, flexing his arm. “Look at that. Good solid muscle there.” “You’re not funny.” “I’m free-range, you know. Corn-fed.” She shook her head and accelerated down the hall. “Come on! I thought you liked Mexican!” “Not listening,” she called back.

You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong Over the bend, entirely bonkers You like me best when I'm off my rocker Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed So what if I'm crazy? The best people are.

Leí en alguna parte que no podemos alcanzar lo que tenemos delante hasta que dejamos ir lo que nos persigue.

Comenzar desde cero cuando las heridas aún escuecen y las palabras queman, cuando los errores pesan y la confianza no es más que un conjunto de sílabas, es peligroso.

There is nothing more potentially hostile than the indigenous ego interpreting the laws of his conqueror upon his own people

La gente suele decir que el tiempo lo cura todo. No es cierto. El tiempo funciona como la marea. En ocasiones es baja, suave y calmada. Otras sube de golpe, con fuerza, e inunda lo que encuentra a su paso.

There must be a million women throwing themselves at you. How are you not married with a boatload of kids by now?" His smile spread impossibly wide. "I hadn't met you yet.

Porque conocerte a ti mismo puede ocuparte toda la vida. Porque hay viajes que solo te llevan hacia dentro, y nuestro interior, a veces, tiene el tamaño del universo.

is nothing in this world that was ever more mine than you,” he stated.

Because life isn’t lived as a whole. You aren’t given a hundred years all at once. Time is doled out one very manageable second at a time. Stop looking at the big picture and find happiness in the seconds.

If it happens to you, then I have to deal with it too. You watch my back, and I watch yours. It’s the most important rule of being best friends.

Mortal life is too short to be worried all the time.

Death should take more care with his paperwork.

No hay nada en este mundo que desee más. Lo intento desde el primer día que te vi, con todas mis fuerzas. Quiero odiarte, necesito odiarte...

The universe was filled with secrets, and he understood now that one of the biggest was that no one needed to know them all.

There isn’t a woman in the world who doesn’t have demons of some sort. No matter who I end up with, it’s always going to be a struggle.” I kissed her hair again, letting it linger as if my lips were able to transfer the truth of my words. “Levee, I’d like to struggle with you.

To paraphrase the very quotable Silicon Valley venture capitalist Marc Andreessen, in the future there will be two types of jobs: people who tell computers what to do, and people who are told by computers what to do. Wall

Because life is complicated and difficult. Anyone who says otherwise hasn't truly lived.

Without music life would B flat

The violin wasn't alive. It wasn't a baby or an animal, not living. But that would be easier to believe if I hadn't felt it breathe and sing.

It’s not the rats who first abandon a sinking ship. It’s the crew members who know how to swim.

Hay pocas sensaciones más horribles que la de esperar sin saber qué es lo que estás esperando.

To quote one Valley sage, if your idea is any good, it won’t get stolen, you’ll have to jam it down people’s throats instead.

I unraveled Martinez’s bed and took the string outside, then taped it to the trailer hull along the path I planned to cut. Yes, of course duct tape works in a near-vacuum. Duct tape works anywhere. Duct tape is magic and should be worshiped.

I believe it was the great ogre philosopher Gary who observed that complexity is, generally speaking, an illusion of conscious desire. All things exist in as simple a form as necessity dictates. When a thing is labeled 'complex,' that's just a roundabout way of saying you're not observant enough to understand it.

«Lo que siento por ti es importante, lo sé. Nunca he sentido nada así por nadie. Creo que... no solo me gustas, es más que eso. Tenerte cerca se está convirtiendo en una necesidad.» -Caleb.

I more than like you. I hardly know you, but I want to keep you. Just the way you are. Maybe forever.

Flint, don’t get so caught up on the shadow that you forget the man who casts it. You might not be able to walk, but that’s the extent of your disability.

In my dreams, you were walking,” I whispered, kissing his chest. “In mine, you stayed,” he replied on a deep, content sigh.

There is nothing in this world that was ever more mine than you.

I am sick and fucking tired of chasing you.

One shouldnt ask oneself how a person flies or why, but simply start flying.

Humans... You want a nice warm hug from a cold, indifferent universe.

In the middle of nowhere, along a quiet stretch of road, the diner dreamt of the hungry dead. And of two men.

No one lacks voice. Not even the dead. But many lack ears, the ability to hear those stories out of which the most destitute of people are forging their destines, breathing life into bleached bones.

Fuck your fairytale. I just want you. I’ll make my own God damn happily ever after. But you’re the one who is mistaken. You’ll be at the end of that story, beautiful. You either come willingly or you force me into the dark after you. It doesn’t matter to me, because either way, I’ll find you.

The perpetual free fall was no match for the way he made me feel. I was still falling at unstoppable speeds – only, in his arms, as his body claimed me without a single word spoken, I was suddenly falling…up.

Ned passed the next few minutes quietly not dying in his office, and was pleased with how well it was going. He'd stayed alive longer, but now that he was concentrating on it, it felt more like an accomplishment.

Till always made things hard for me, but in some strange way, he always made them infinitely better as well.

Good, because did you see his ass in those jeans tonight? Seriously, I would gladly go to jail just to hump his leg.

Dedication To all my enemies: I could not have done it without you.

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed Sex don't sleep when the lights are off Kids are still depressed when you dress them up And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup He's still dead when you're done with the bottle Of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle Kids are still depressed when you dress them up Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

That's to British," I countered. "What is?" "Making sweeping generalizations about Americans because that makes you feel better about having a national inferiority complex the size of the Atlantic Ocean. I was just trying to be helpful, but if folding your pizza threatens you sense of patriotism, you probably shouldn't do it.

Yo no soy el chico bueno y perfecto de la peli. Lo siento, es lo que hay y creí que lo sabías. Hago apuestas, soy capaz de darle una paliza a un tío si creo que la merece o romperle el brazo al que se atreva a tocarte. No suelo poner la otra mejilla, y quien me la juega lo paga caro. Lo que ves es lo que hay.

Christopher throws dandelion head after dandelion head into his bag. It's getting heavy now and his fingers are stained from the work but there are still so many left to kill. His biggest mistake is giving them names.

Never get close to your enemies, you might start liking them.

Not everything was black and white. It was often in the gray areas where the hardest decisions are made.

No vemos las cosas como son, vemos las cosas como somos.

Era sorprendente cómo, en un solo instante, todo tu mundo puede empezar a girar en dirección contraria a la que esperabas. Solo por el deseo de querer cambiar. Porque cambiar no tiene por qué significar convertirse en otra cosa. Cambiar puede ser evolucionar, mejorar, aprender, perdonarse..., perdonar.

[19:28] MAV: So far, so good. NASA put a lot of thought into the procedures. They work. That’s not to say they’re easy. I spent the last 3 days removing Hull Panel 19 and the front window. Even in Mars-g they’re heavy motherfuckers. [19:29] JOHANSSEN: When we pick you up, I will make wild, passionate love to you. Prepare your body. [19:29] JOHANSSEN: I didn’t type that! That was Martinez! I stepped away from the console for like 10 seconds! [19:29] MAV: I’ve really missed you guys.

Forgiveness is a very abstract term. It doesn’t erase the past. It’s not a magical switch you can flip or a stained rug you can just turn over. It’s merely a scar that covers the deep, dark gash that hate carved in your soul.

I can’t have you without claiming you for forever.” “Then claim me. I’ll claim you too.” “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.

You can try to run, and I may not be able to chase you physically, but we need to be clear on one thing, Ash. I will not let you go again.

It is better to be pissed off than to be pissed on

Set forth no limits, keep in mind that your potential is boundless.

Ilusos, creíamos que caminábamos en la misma dirección, cuando en realidad sólo nos movíamos de forma paralela. Y hay una gran diferencia.

Sometimes the soul goes through a nuclear winter, and hope has to go dormant. It's there, though. Waiting for the right moment to sprout.

I'm her fucking man, so you better start apologizing before you become her dead brother.

When I was nineteen years old, I fell in love with a girl who changed my life by showing me that even the darkest nights still had stars and it didn’t matter one bit that you had to lie in the weeds to see them.

Henry stilled and peeled his shirt over his head, announcing, “Threesome.” “Excuse me?” Sam questioned as Henry advanced. “Fine, twosome, but Levee gets to watch. She is my best friend, after all.

My life was fine. My job was fine. My house was fine. My friends were fine. God, I was sick of fucking fine. I needed something--anything--to be great.

Want to know what else he said?" Rafe put his lips near my ear. "That with the right guy, you'd turn wild" I shoved him hard. He was laughing before he even hit the ground. I shot to my feet and glared at him. "You're disgusting

I fucking hated labels. Always had. But maybe that was because no one had ever given me the right one. At least, not until that moment. Gay. Straight. Bi. None of them fit me the way mine did rolling off Henry's tongue. Suddenly, it was the only label I'd ever wanted.

No entendía esa fascinación enfermiza que las mujeres sentían por ese tipo de detalles. Fuera cual fuera la respuesta, si había más de una en el historial, siempre se mosqueaban sin pararse a pensar que todo el mundo tiene un pasado y que lo importante era centrarse en el presente, en el «ahora aquí y contigo».

The film festival measured a mile in length, from the Martinez to the Vieux Port, where sales executives tucked into their platters of fruits de mer, but was only fifty yards deep. For a fortnight the Croisette and its grand hotels willingly became a facade, the largest stage set in the world. Without realizing it, the crowds under the palm trees were extras recruited to play their traditional roles. As they cheered and hooted, they were far more confident than the film actors on display, who seemed ill at ease when they stepped from their limos, like celebrity criminals ferried to a mass trial by jury at the Palais, a full-scale cultural Nuremberg furnished with film clips of the atrocities they had helped to commit.

My condolences I'll shed a tear with your family I'll open a bottle up, pour a little bit out in your memory I'll be at the wake dressed in all black I'll call out your name, but you won't call back I'll hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye Cause baby you're dead to me I need to kill you That's the only way to get you out of my head Oh I need to kill you To silence all the sweet little things you said I really want to kill you Wipe you off the face of my earth And bury your bracelet Bury your bracelet Six feet under the dirt

To worry is to acknowledge that the world is unpredictable, and there is power in understanding one's own powerlessness at times. But too often worry takes on life of its own. Men are quite prone to this. They'll plague themselves with so many 'what if's and 'if only's that they soon forget to ponder the true possibilities before them. Which inevitably lead to poor decisions. Whatever happens will happen. Sometimes we have say over the future. Sometimes we don't. Either way, worrying alone never accomplishes anything.

You can try to run, and I may not be able to chase you physically, but we need to be clear on one thing, Ash. I will not let you go again.” I froze. “You belong with me. And I will do whatever I have to do in order to keep you. I fucked up the first time. I won’t do it again. You can walk out that door, but know that I will find you. I will chase you for the rest of my life if that is what it takes to be with you.

That church . . . it reminds me of one in downtown Chicago. Do you remember? That beautiful one with the courtyard near the Drake." Jeremy took a newspaper from a stack behind him and sat across from me. "I know the one you're talking about, but that church," he gestured out the window, "is older than America." I sighed. "Of course it is. Did I really just try to compare British and American architecture? How insensitive of me.

I slid a hand down the rail to cover hers. It was a simple gesture, but it was easily the greatest decision I’d ever made. That one touched destroyed a wall. I wasn’t even sure whose wall it had been to begin with— hers or mine. But I would have spent my entire life tearing it down if I could have only predicted what was on the other side.

Palming each side of her face, I dropped my forehead to hers. “I’m going to make things awkward. It’s kinda what I do. Just bear with me.” She licked her lips, and I was forced to kiss her again. When I finally came back up for air, I continued. “My name is Samuel Nathan Rivers. I’m twenty-seven. Aquarius. No criminal history. I have a clean bill of health. I’m a democrat, but for God’s sake, do not tell my mom. I own a furniture shop and clear six figures a year. I’m not interested in your money. I’ll show you my tax return if need be. I’m also not a super-fan interested in your fame. But, for the love of all that’s holy, I need you to come home with me.

Nos pasamos la vida deseando cosas. Unas inútiles. Otras grandes. Otras imposibles. También queriendo olvidar otras muchas. Sin embargo, lo único que de verdad olvidamos es que solo tenemos una vida. Una sola, y dejamos que transcurra sin hacer nada salvo querer y desear, como si nuestro pensamiento fuese una varita mágica, capaz de solucionarlo todo mientras permanecemos de brazos cruzados. Y convertimos la vida en una maldita espera en la que no sucede nada, porque la mayoría de las cosas importantes hay que crearlas. No nacen de los anhelos, de los lamentos, de la autocompasión y, mucho menos, de la cobardía y la pasividad. La vida no nos debe nada. Nada. Así es como me he sentido todos esos años, a la espera y desesperando. Siempre frente a una puerta que solo cruzaba cuando me invitaban a entrar. Acercándome de puntillas, llamando sin hacer ruido. Sin entender que hay puertas que no queda más remedio que derribar por nosotros mismos, que atravesar sin pedir permiso. Sin anunciarte. No basta con desear cambiar las cosas. Tienes que moverlas, darles la vuelta y transformarlas en lo que tú quieres que sean. Asumir que, hagas lo que hagas, el mundo sigue girando. No es un carrusel del que puedas subir y bajar a tu antojo, pero sí puedes elegir qué caballito quieres montar. ¿Y sabes qué? Todo parece cambiar cuando tú cambias. Esa es la verdad. Y una vez que comienzas ese tránsito, no te detienes hasta definir quién eres. Hasta aceptar tus contradicciones. Tus miedos. Tus deseos.

Here is a key insight for any startup: You may think yourself a puny midget among giants when you stride out into a marketplace, and suddenly confront such a giant via litigation or direct competition. But the reality is that larger companies often have much more to fear from you than you from them. For starters, their will to fight is less than yours. Their employees are mercenaries who don’t deeply care, and suffer from the diffuse responsibility and weak emotional investment of a larger organization. What’s an existential struggle to you is merely one more set of tasks to a tuned-out engineer bored of his own product, or another legal hassle to an already overworked legal counsel thinking more about her next stock-vesting date than your suit. Also, large companies have valuable public brands they must delicately preserve, and which can be assailed by even small companies such as yours, particularly in a tight-knit, appearances-conscious ecosystem like that of Silicon Valley. America still loves an underdog, and you’ll be surprised at how many allies come out of the woodwork when some obnoxious incumbent is challenged by a scrappy startup with a convincing story. So long as you maintain unit cohesion and a shared sense of purpose, and have the basic rudiments of living, you will outlast, outfight, and out-rage any company that sets out to destroy you. Men with nothing to lose will stop at nothing to win.