Rock Paper Scissors Quotes

I know - I'll play you for it," Alice suggested. "Rock, paper, scissors." Jasper chuckled and Edward sighed. "Why don't you just tell me who wins?" Edward said wryly. Alice beamed. "I do. Excellent.

We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors," she told him once. "I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died.

What do you want, MacGuffin, a duel?” “No.” Julian held out both hands, one palm flat, the other held over it in a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors. Two out of three.” Ty rolled his eyes and held out his fist, apparently willing to play. Julian hit his palm three times, and Ty kept time with his fist in the air. But when Julian threw a paper, Ty reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled his gun, aiming it at Julian. “Ty!” Zane said in exasperation from the front seat. “Glock, paper, scissors. I win.” “You are an ass,” Julian muttered.

The reason why a person lies is almost always more interesting than the lie itself

Enjoy the stories of other people's lives, but don't forget to live your own.

Come here,” she says. “No, you come here.” “I said it first.” “Rock paper scissors.” “No. Because you’ll do nerdy calculations and work out what I chose the last six times and then you’ll win.” Will pushes away from the table and his hand snakes out and he pulls her toward him and Tom figures that Will was always going to go to her first.

I'm still going to love you, always. And in the rock-paper-scissors of life, love is rock. fear, anger, everthing else...no contest.

The only good thing about losing everything, is the freedom that comes from having nothing left to lose.

words don’t come with gift receipts and you can’t take them back.

If every story had a happy ending, then we’d have no reason to start again. Life is all about choices, and learning how to put ourselves back together when we fall apart. Which we all do. Even the people who pretend they don’t.

The best lessons are often the ones we don’t realise we’re being taught

Books can be mirrors for whoever holds them & people dont always like what they see

Ty slapped Owen on the arm. "Close your eyes, man." "Why?" "You got a tell." "I have a tell at Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Ty and Nick both nodded. "And you tell me ten years later? You're both assholes!

Silence cannot be misquoted.

But if there’s one thing I have learned from life as well as fiction, it’s that nobody is ever just a hero or just a villain. We all have it in us to be both.

Life is like a game where pawns can become queens, but not everyone knows how to play. Some people stay pawns their whole lives because they never learned to make the right moves.

The scariest haunted houses are always the ones in which you are the ghost

This is us. Our pose. The smush. It’s even how we are in the ultrasound photo they took of us inside Mom and how I had us in the picture Fry ripped up yesterday. Unlike most everyone else on earth, from the very first cells of us, we were together, we came here together. This is why no one hardly notices that Jude does most of the talking for both of us, why we can only play piano with all four of our hands on the keyboard and not at all alone, why we can never do Rochambeau because not once in thirteen years have we chosen differently. It’s always: two rocks, two papers, two scissors. When I don’t draw us like this, I draw us as half-people.

All people are addicts, and all addicts desire the same thing: an escape from reality. My job just happens to be my favorite drug.

I guess we'll try the old fashion way!" "Alright Kakarrot you're asking for it" "Rock, Paper!...ready! rock, paper, scissors, ha!" "Yea I did it!" "That's not the fusion technique!

Time can change relationships like the sea reshapes the sand.

Nostalgia is a dangerous drug, but I enjoy the sensation of happier memories flooding my mind.

But then, isn't love like breathing? Isn't it instinct? Something we're born knowing how to do? Or is love like speaking French? If nobody teaches you, you'll never be fluent, and if you don't practice you forget how...

We are our parents echoes and sometimes they don't like what they hear

Tiny violins always sound loudest to those playing them.

I doubt he felt the same way, but feelings don’t have to be mutual to be real.

Alice: "I'll play you for it. Rock, paper, scissors." Edward: "Why don't you just tell me who wins?" Alice: "I do. Excellent.

I wish people were more like books. If you realise halfway through a novel that you aren’t enjoying it anymore, you can just stop and find something new to read. Same with films and TV dramas. There is no judgement, no guilt, nobody even needs to know unless you choose to tell them. But with people, you tend to have to see it through to the end, and sadly not everyone gets to live happily ever after.

Jealousy always trumps schadenfreude! It’s a rule from the heartbreak version of ‘rock, paper, scissors.

She wonders about that a lot: why people only learn to live in the moment when the moment has passed.

Believing in someone is one of the greatest gifts you can give them, it’s free and the results can be priceless.

atelophobia noun the fear of not doing something right or the fear of not being good enough. An extreme anxiety of failure to achieve perfection.

Instead of Rock, Paper, Scissors, you could play Brick, Blanket, Action Fingers, in which brick cripples action fingers, blanket smothers brick and action fingers beats blanket.

The woman wore her bitterness like a badge; the kind of person who writes one-star book reviews.

Four-legged creatures tend to make better companions than those with two, and dogs don’t hold grudges or know how to hate.

but dreams can only come true if we dare to dream them in the first place.

Patience is the answer to so many of life’s questions.

It made me wonder how many firsts a person can have before life only offers them seconds.

Sometimes I think its the fear of falling down that makes people trip up. We're not born afraid. When we're young, we dont hesitate to run, or climb or jump & we dont worry about getting hurt or fret about failure. Rejection & real life teach us to fear - but if you want something badly enough - you have to take the leap.

Affection is like playing the piano and you can forget how to do it without practice.

He huffed a chuckle. "Nah, we had to do about sixteen rounds of rock paper scissors. Handled it like men, beautiful.

I think it’s best to make all important life decisions with a game of rock paper scissors,

That would have been too obvious," Matt said. "You just said I never choose scissors so you had to know I would choose scissors so I couldn't choose scissors because you'd know it. Hence, the rock." "Hence the paper covering your rock. You ask her." "Well played my friend," Matt said. "Well played.

I fireballed him as he was seeking out treasure after we wiped out a band of orcs, playing rock-paper-scissors with each orc to determine who would prevail in combat. This is a lot more exciting than it sounds. It's quite civilized, and a little weird. You go running after someone through the woods, catch up with him, bare your teeth, and sit down to play a little roshambo.

Dreams are like dresses in a shop window; they look pretty, but sometimes don’t fit when you try them on. Some are too small, others are too big. Luckily, my mother taught me how to sew, and dreams can be adjusted to fit, just like dresses.

Rock, Paper, Scissors?” said Decker. “To see who gets to stretch their legs first?” Pierce looked at him and laughed. “I didn’t lose my memory from today’s trauma. I always knew you were cheating.” “It’s not cheating if I’m better at it,” said Decker.

I was taught to be polite - you cant cross a bridge if you burn it.

Sometimes home is more of a memory than a place.

Marriages dont fail - people do.

Enjoy the stories of other people’s lives, but don’t forget to live your own.

Gossip is almost always jealousy’s love child.

feelings don’t have to be mutual to be real.

I want to know now,” I whine, not caring that I sound like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum. “How about this? We’ll Rock, Paper, Scissors for it.” Yeah, we’re going to make great parents, all right. “Fine.” I crack my knuckles, which makes him snicker. “Ready?” “Ready.” We count in unison. On three, we reveal our hands. He did paper. I did rock. “I win,” he says smugly. “Sorry, baby, but you lose.” “Paper covers rock!” I smirk. “Rock weighs down the paper so it can’t fly away. It traps it.” A loud sigh fills the room. “I’m not going to win on this, am I?” “Nope.” But he looks so cute right now that I offer a compromise. “How about this? You can leave the room while the doctor tells me, and I swear I won’t give it away. I’ll hide all my baby purchases in my closet so you can’t see what I’m buying.” “Deal

There are residents in our lives, the ones who stay for years, and then there are the tourists just passing through. Sometimes it can be hard to tell the difference. We can’t, and don’t, and shouldn’t try to hold on to everyone that we meet, and I’ve met a lot of tourists in my life, people I should have kept at a safe distance. If you don’t let anyone get too close, they can’t hurt you.

But I have realized recently that words are just words, a series of letters, arranged in a certain order, most likely in the language we were assigned at birth. People are careless with their words nowadays. They throw them away in a text or a tweet, they write them, pretend to read them, twist them, misquote them, lie with, without, and about them. They steal them, then they give them away. Worst of all, they forget them. Words are only a value if we remember how to feel what they mean.

I try to Control-Alt-Delete the thought, as always, but the keys in my mind get stuck.

My fingerprints are all over his heartbreak

I don’t know who I’m supposed to be if I can’t be the me I dreamed I would be.

spending more time together isn’t always the same as spending less time apart.

People are a bit like books for me in that way, and I tend to be genuinely turned on by what's on the inside rather than just the flashy cover.

If you chase two rabbits, you will not catch either one.

the roads to our dreams are rarely direct

Life is all about choices, and learning how to put ourselves back together when we fall apart.

The sad truth about our present always punctuates my happy memories of our past with full stops.

Fear and imagination can lead the brightest of people down dark paths.

At 5.45 a.m. the important scientists finished their coffee and played rock paper scissors to see who had to phone the government.

Often I imagine that living is a game of rock-paper-scissors: fate beats hope, hope beats ignorance, and ignorance beats fate. Or, in a version that has preoccupied me: the fatalistic attracts the hopeful, the hopeful attracts the ignorant, and the ignorant, the fatalistic.

As I look up at the night sky, it seems almost inconceivable to me that something so magical is always there. We're all too busy looking down to remember to look up at the stars. It makes me sad when I think about all the things I might have already missed out on in life, but I plan to change that.

I’ve gotten used to playing second fiddle in the orchestra of us,

But marriage changes people whether they like it or not. You can’t unbreak an egg when you’ve already whisked it into an omelette.

None of us know when we're checking out - life isnt that kind of hotel

Marriage is either a winning lottery ticket or a straitjacket

In real life he was a collection of unfinished sentences

We weren't always the people we are now, but our memories of the past can make liars of us all. That's why I'm focusing on the future.

If every story had a happy ending, then we'd have no reason to start again. Life is all about choices, and learning how to put ourselves back together when we fall apart.

That’s the problem with following in someone else’s footsteps; if you leave a bigger mark than they did they tend to get upset.

Believing in someone is one of greatest gifts you can give them, it’s free and the results can be priceless

Sometimes it is best to let people think you will follow them, until you are certain that you won’t be lost on your own.

Rock-Paper-Scissors for it.” “But you always cheat,” Blake whined. “And then you just punch me and growl that ‘rock beats face’.

We weave our lives out of threads of opportunity and stitches of chance,

Robin read recently that bats give birth to their babies while hanging upside down. Then they have to catch their children before they fall too far, but that part is the same for all parents.

I’ve heard people describe marriage as two missing pieces of a puzzle coming together, and discovering that they are a perfect fit. But that’s just wrong. People are different and that’s a good thing. Two pieces of different puzzles cannot and will not fit together, unless one has been forced to bend or break or change to fit around the other.

Sometimes I think it is the fear of falling down that makes people trip up. We're not born afraid. When we're young, we don't hesitate to run, or climb, or jump and we don't worry about getting hurt or fret about failure. Rejection and real life teaches us to fear, but if you want something badly enough, you have to take the leap.

It's always: two rocks, two papers, two scissors. When I don't draw us like this, I draw us as half-people.

Word of the year: monachopsis noun the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. Unable to recognize your intended habitat, never feeling as though you are at home.

<...> late is better than never. Sometimes the early bird eats too many worms and dies.

Sometimes a curse can be a blessing.

Some people say that marriage is like wine and gets better with age, but I guess it all depends on the grapes.

The world can seem less frightening when you don’t have to face it alone.

medicine. The minutes drag on. I tuck my slingshot away and play a few rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors with Tess. (I don’t know why, but she’s crazy good at this game.)

Secrets are only secrets for the people who don't know them yet. They can morph into lies when shared, and like caterpillars turning into butterflies, beautiful lies can fly far, far away.

Busy" has become a trigger word in our marriage. Adam wears his busyness like a badge. Like a Boy Scout. It is something he is proud of : a status symbol of his success. It makes him feel important

There's no easier pastime than bad-mouthing the church. Much like bad-mouthing Dostoyevsky: it's true, of course, all true, but it also misses the point. The church is a thing of wonder, Dostoyevsky is a thing of wonder, and the fact that we Russians are still here—that, too, is a thing of wonder.

Their version of rock-paper-scissors was elephant—fist, mouse—palm, and ant—little finger. The elephant crushed the mouse, the mouse squashed the ant, and the ant crawled up the elephant’s trunk and paralyzed his brain.

I do know that the lies we tell ourselves are always the most dangerous. And I know that sometimes the thoughts we hide in the margins of our minds are the most honest, because they are ours alone, and we think nobody else will see them.

People are careless with their words nowadays. they throw them away in a text or a tweet, they write them, pretend to read them, twist them, misquote them, lie with, without & about them. They steal them, then they give them away. Worst of all, they forget them. Words are only of value if we remember how to feel what they mean.

Ninja beats pirate. Pirate beats ghost. Ghost beats zombie. Zombie beats most. Werewolf beats vampire. Vamp beats Imp. Imp beats fiend. Fiend beats wimp. Wizard beats cyrborg. Cyborg surely beats troll. Troll beats goblin. Goblin eats a hermit’s soul. Hermit beats child. Child beats wagon. Wagon beats moon snake. Moon snake beats dragon. Dragon beats hydra. Hydra beats sailor. Sailor beats teacher. Teacher beats tailor. Tailor beats sun worm. Sun worm beats clown. Clown beats robo-squid. Robo-squid beats town. Town fights jackals. Town will win. Town fights mummies. Town won’t fight again. Zookeeper beats hell hound. Hell hound beats giant. Giant beats accountant. Accountant beats client. Client beats frog. Frog beats himself. Knight beats Big Foot. Big Foot beats elf. Elf beats pixie. Pixie beats specter. Specter beats sea hag. Sea hag beats Hector. Hector beats serpent. Serpent beats rat. Rat beats Grandma. Grandma beats cat. Lava beats demon. Demon beats warlock. Warlock beats dinosaur. Dino beats Spock. Spock beats Lando. Lando beats Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon beats Jar-Jar. Jar-Jar beats none. Rock beats scissors. Scissors beat paper. Paper beats insect. Insect beats vapor. Wood Woman beats Tree Man. Tree Man beats the dark. The dark kills spider-fish. Spider-fish beats shark. You beat me. I beat a dentist. The dentist beats the barber. The barber is menaced. These are the rules, and never forget. Now hand over your money and place your bet.

We breathe and breathe and breathe together. She takes my hand and I think how otters sleep floating on their backs in water, holding hands exactly like this, so they don't drift apart in the night. After a while, she picks up her fist. I do the same. Rock/Rock Scissors/Scissors Rock/Rock Paper/Paper Scissors/Scissors "Yes!" she cries. "We still got it, yes we do!

I raise my hands, still clutching the grenade. They could try to take it from me, try to disarm me... hell, they could even go ahead and shoot me in the face... but they’d have four seconds to save themselves before we all got blown to pieces. They take a few steps back, but nobody lowers their weapons, like guns are going to help them in this situation. Rock, paper, scissors, motherfuckers... you better take your pick and hope like hell you win.

Yes,but only if we employ careful strategy,as in rock-paper-scissors," I said. "My 720 totally beats Nick falling down, like paper covers rock. Unless the rock is a boy,in which case the boy always wins." "Hayden-"Liz began. "I am getting sick of your attitude, Hayden," Chloe talked over Liz. "We've been up here all day with you.All we have left is to get you off this jump. Every time you try, you have some excuse: wind in your face, bug in your ear, panties up your butt-" "I was not making that up," I broke in. "Imagine trying a trick with umcomfortable underwear." I squirmed, rocking back and forth on my board to make a point. "Or you make some stupid joke!" Chloe hollered at me.Her voice echoed against the rocky slope of the mountain overhead.i stealthily looked around in my goggles to see if any boarders I knew had heard,but it was getting late,and the slopes were empty except for us.