phone

I hate the amount of communication, the obligation that you have just by owning a phone.

I'll never buy a cell phone, I'd rather die than have a cell phones. Cell phones are the 21st century's ball and chain.

Time passed at an accelerated pace. They could be sitting in traffic or talking on the phone or waiting in line for a movie, and their time felt precious, important, worthwhile.

Kuamini (mbali na imani, ambayo ni nia ya kujua kisichoweza kujulikana) ni kwa ajili ya vitu usivyoweza kuvielezea. Unaamini kwamba siku moja dawa ya UKIMWI au saratani itapatikana mahali fulani, ilhali huwezi kufanya majaribio ya kisayansi kulithibitisha hilo. Unaweza kusubiri hata miaka mia, lakini kama bado dawa haijapatikana, unaweza kusubiri hata miaka mingine mia. Kuamini ni kujifanya kujua (na mara nyingi kujifanya kujua ni uongo) na kuamini hakuhitaji maarifa. Kujua kunahitaji maarifa na ni kuamini unakoweza kukuthibitisha. Ukiniuliza kama simu yangu ipo mfukoni nitakwambia ndiyo ipo, kwa sababu nitaingiza mkono mfukoni na kuitoa na kuiona. Siamini kama ipo mfukoni, najua.

Well, they never know they're ill, do they? You can't diagnose yourself with the same organ that has the disease, just like you can't see your own eyeball. So, I suppose you just feel normal and the rest of the world seems to go crazy around you.

Ignoring phone calls leads to a simple life with more free time. Ignoring emails works well also! I do both when I am trying to get things done.

In case you__e not bright enough to figure it out, there__ a real upside to having a sinner like me answer your phone. I lie, and your conscience stays clear.

These rotary dials were like meditation, they forced you to slow down and concentrate. If you polled the next number too soon, you had to start over from the top.

Texting is not talking and a phone is not a friend.

To be fair, she called this morning. I stared at the phone. Circled it on my bed. And, eventually, it stopped ringing. If it had been important, she would__e called back, right? That was the line of thought that ran through my head until halfway through the day, when I started to feel bad about it.

We are loved way more by some of the people who have not contacted us in the last twelve or so months than we are loved by some of those who contact us every twelve or so days _ or hours.

all those nights with the phone warming the side of my face like the sun.

My favourite thing is when my mother goes in the other to go and to talk to the phone, I use that moment for wisdom.

My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window.

There is no such thing as a good call at 7 AM. It's been my experience that all calls between the hours of 11 PM and 9 AM are disaster calls.

The phone rang. Softly, in actuality, yet it seemed loud and ominous, as phones do at night in dark hotel rooms.

A phone call should be a convenience to the caller, not an inconvenience to the called.

Claire scraped her chair back, walked over to the cordless phone lying on the counter, and dialed from the business card still stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet. Four rings, and a cheerful voice answered on the other end and announced she__ reached Common Grounds. __i,__ Claire said. __an I talk to Sam, please?____am? Hold on.__ The phone clattered, and Claire could hear the buzz of activity in the background__ilk being steamed, people chatting, the usual excitement of a busy coffee shop. She waited, jittering one leg impatiently, until the voice came back on the line. __orry,__ it said. __e__ not here tonight. I think he went to the party.____he party?____ou know, the zombie frat party? Epsilon Epsilon Kappa? The Dead Girls_ Dance?____hanks,__ Claire said. She hung up and turned to face Michael and Eve, who were staring at her in outright surprise. She held up the phone. __he power of technology. Embrace it.