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«From now on, I'll connect the dots my own way.»
«A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.»
Author: Cyrano De Bergerac | Keywords: dot, dots, dotted, rosy
«A promise more precise; the sealing of Confessions that till then were barely breathed; A rosy dot placed on the i in loving; A secret that's confided to a mouth and not to ears»
«I never could make out what those damn dots meant»
Author: Randolph Churchill | Keywords: dot, dots, dotted
«Last year I went fishing with Salvador Dali. He was using a dotted line. He caught every other fish.»
«I think the dot-com boom and bust represented the end of the beginning. The industry is more mature today.»
«A friend called me up the other day and talked about investing in a dot-com that sells lobsters. Internet lobsters. Where will this end? The next day he sent me a huge package of lobsters on ice. How low can you stoop?»
«[after Chandler kisses Kathy] Joey: You're so far past the line, you can't even see the line. The line is a dot to you.»
«The prophet who fails to present a bearable alternative and yet preaches doom is part of the trap that he postulates. Not only does he picture us caught in a tremendous man-made or God-made trap from which there is no escape, but we must also listen to him day in, day out, describe how the trap is inexorably closing. To such prophecies the human race, as presently bred and educated and situated, is incapable of listening. So some dance and some immolate themselves as human torches; some take drugs and some artists spill their creativity in sets of randomly placed dots on a white ground.»
«Defenseless under the night, Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light, Flash out wherever the Just, Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them, Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same, Negation and despair»