Arrow Quotes
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Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
— Illustrating ambiguity.
— Misattributed to Groucho Marx; first recorded on Usenet group net.jokes in 1982: Bill Banze (1982-09-07). "<bnews.mork-cb.130> Time flies...". net.jokes. (Google Groups). Retrieved on 2009-08-31. See also Fred R. Shapiro, (2006). The Yale Book of Quotations, p. 498, in which the earliest appearance of the saying is attributed to the net.jokes post. Shapiro gives the post's date as 9 July 1982, transposing the day and month of the Usenet post.
It is to be emphasized that no matter how many [amplitude] arrows we draw, add, or multiply, our objective is to calculate a single final arrow for the event . Mistakes are often made by physics students at first because they do not keep this important point in mind. They work for so long analyzing events involving a single photon that they begin to think that the arrow is somehow associated with the photon [rather than with the event].
richard feynman— p. 75-76 (QED: The Strange Theory of Light and Matter (1985))
I shot an arrow in the air. She fell to earth in Berkeley Square.
Robert Hamer— 1949 Kind Hearts and Coronets (with John Dighton).
For a tear is an intellectual thing,And a sigh is the sword of an Angel King,And the bitter groan of the martyr's woeIs an arrow from the Almighty's bow.
william blake— The Gray Monk, st. 8
Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.
— Anonymous; earliest citation was by Bill Banze (1982 Sept. 7). "<bnews.mork-cb.130> Time flies...". net.jokes. (Google Groups). , according to Fred R. Shapiro, (2006) in The Yale Book of Quotations, p. 498 -- though Shapiro garbles the date to July 9. (But it is also attributed, apparently without basis, to Groucho Marx).
An arrow shot From a well-experienc’d archer hits the mark His eye doth level at.
— Antiochus, scene i (Act I)
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— 1845 'The Arrow and the Song'.
Sandra let her words fly on an arrow of certainty. "I know the whereabouts of a bona fide extra terrestrial."
vanna bonta— Ch. 28 (Flight: A Quantum Fiction Novel (1995))
The man who has been wounded by a chance arrow must not shoot at sight the first man he happens to meet.
edward jenks— Chapter I, Old English Law, p. 7
No one cares to speak to an unwilling listener. An arrow never lodges in a stone: often it recoils upon the sender of it.
jerome— Letter 52 (Sourced)
"You never know how things are gonna turn out, though, and that's the truth. You aim for one place, sure as an arrow, but before you hit the mark, the wind gets you. I don't believe I ever met one person who became what they wanted to be when they were your age."
robert mccammon— Cory's dad to Cory
— Book One, Ch. 1
Oh, I think it was like when, you know, Cupid throws an arrow and hits you. First, there was this Mexican band, dressed up with bows and arrows. They were playing some funky weird music,, I didn't know it yet, but it was like Lee Perry, George Clinton, and Sun Ra mixed up, Mexican funky.
carlos santana— On his first musical memory.[[2]]
The long history of mankind is studded with convergences, perhaps most notably in social systems and the use of artefacts and technology. But for human history, set in the arrow of time, there appears to be one intolerable stumbling-block. This is the catastrophic failure in human values and decency.
simon conway morris— p.205 (The Crucible of Creation (1998))
If I were a young man With my bones full of marrow, Oh, if I were a bold young man Straight as an arrow, I'd store up no virtue For Heaven's distant plain, I'd live at ease as I did please And sin once again.
robert graves— "Brittle Bones"
An arrow may not be a shocklance, yet it can still kill you.
robert jordan— Sammael to Graendal
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— The Arrow and the Song, st. 1 (1845)
What a man is is an arrow into the future and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
Sylvia Plath— Ch. 5 (The Bell Jar (1963))
When he was wounded with an arrow in the ankle, and many ran to him that were wont to call him a god, he said smiling, "That is blood, as you see, and not, as Homer saith, ‘such humour as distils from blessed gods.'"
Plutarch— 43 Alexander.
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow...that it passes through
bob dylan— Bob Dylan, When He Returns.
In order to be effective truth must penetrate like an arrow and that is likely to hurt.
wei wu wei— In Posthumous Pieces.
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream (c. 1595-96), Act III, scene 2, line 101.
Aim at the sun, and you may not reach it; but your arrow will fly far higher than if aimed at an object on a level with yourself.
— Joel Hawes, as quoted in You're Born an Original - Don't Die a Copy (1993) by John Mason, Revell; in Moments of Reflection (1995) by Jean Howarth and Mike Walton, Heinemann Educational Publishers; in Worth Repeating: More Than 5,000 Classic and Contemporary Quotes (2003) by Bob Kelly, Kregel Publications; and in Secrets of Mind Power (2005) by Harry Lorayne, Frederick Fell Publishers, Inc.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
lord byron— Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818-24), Canto XV, Stanza 13.
Just as a fletcher straightens an arrow shaft, even so the discerning man straightens his mind so fickle and unsteady, so difficult to guard. (Verse 33)
— Translator: Acharya Buddharakkhita (Quotes)
The arrow belongs not to the archer when it has once left the bow; the word no longer belongs to the speaker when it has once passed his lips, especially when it has been multiplied by the press.
Heinrich Heine— Heinrich Heine, Religion and Philosophy, Preface (1852)
On a lonely sword leaned he, Like Arthur on Excalibur In the battle by the sea. To his great gold ear-ring Harold Tugged back the feathered tail, And swift had sprung the arrow, But swifter sprang the Gael. Whirling the one sword round his head, A great wheel in the sun, He sent it splendid through the sky, Flying before the shaft could fly It smote Earl Harold over the eye, And blood began to run.
— G. K. Chesterton in The Ballad of the White Horse (1911)
