Shrug Quotes - page 4
"A god intervened, Captain Paran. Returned the life to you. You might think it was on your behalf, but I'm afraid there wasn't any altruism involved. Are you following me?”
"I'm being used,” Paran stated flatly.
She raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't bother you?”
Paran shrugged and turned away. "It's nothing new,” he muttered.
Steven Erikson
Our generation faces only one danger, that we might say to ourselves this is not our problem, and that we will pass it off to the distant future. That we might shrug and say to ourselves that a thousand years is a long time. That we will become complacent and conclude that this problem will take care of itself.
But I say to you, we should take no satisfaction in the fact that we ourselves are in no physical danger. This is a hazard to our world, to everything we hope to pass on to future generations. And it is clear that we should act now, while we have the time.
Jack McDevitt
"Why is a Kennaston?" he asked himself - thus whimisically voicing a real desire to know if human beings were intended for any especial purpose. Most of us find it more comfortable, upon the whole, to stave off such queries - with a jest, a shrug, or a Scriptural quotation, as best suits personal taste; but Kennaston was "queer" enough to face the situation quite gravely.
James Branch Cabell
The intent of the Goddess is neither known nor knowable. She makes us dance, male and female, in ever-converging gyres that bring us ultimately each to our own destiny, and that destiny is always the same and never escapable. She does not tell us why.”
"You said there were no outside forces ordering our lives. That there was nothing but chance and random occurrence.”
He shrugged.
"You did!”
"The Goddess is unknowable and her aims unfathomable, unpredictable, and ineluctable. They might as well be random. We live our brief lives in ignorance and then we die. That's all.
Michael Swanwick
Why?” Hamilton lashed out suddenly and loudly. "Why the hell did God answer that prayer? Why not some of the others? Why not Bill Laws's?”
"God approved of your prayer,” Silky said. "After all, it's up to Him; He has to decide how He feels about it.”
"That's terrible.”
Silky shrugged. "Maybe so.”
"How can you live with that? You never know what's going to happen-there's no order, no logic.” It infuriated him that she did not object, that it seemed natural to her. "We're helpless; we have to depend on whim. It keeps us from being people-we're like animals waiting to be fed. Rewarded or punished.
Philip K. Dick