Flat Quotes

“You had been a paper boy to me all these years - two dimensions as a character on the page and two different, but still flat, dimensions as a person. But that night you turned out to be real.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“A long time ago people believed that the world is flat and the moon is made of green cheese. Some still do, to this day. The man on the moon is looking down and laughing.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“People say- 'NASA lies.' I say- 'the moon knows it all. Look at the moon and forget the spinning flat world.”
― Munia Khan

“Once upon a time, people thought earth was flat-shaped.
Now I'm ready to perceive universe won't be as we think.”
― Toba Beta

“Flat was good; flat meant she didn’t care, meant she wouldn’t get sucked under this time, but she knew not to hope too much.”
― Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline

“I jumped into a crowd full of "u"s they turned into underscores. Hit the pavement hard.” visualization words”
― Antonia Perdu

“I'm an oracle of the past. I can accurately predict up to 1 minute in the future, by thoroughly investigating the last 2 years of your life. Also, I look like an old database – flat and full of useless info.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“In fact the original memory of Miss Blaides returned to me one morning when I was sitting in my cream distempered, strip-lighted, bare, sanitary, glaring, forlorn little cell at the Studio. In that place it was possible to know deep despondency.”
― Anthony Powell, A Dance to the Music of Time: 2nd Movement

“I remember our childhood days
when life was easy
and math problems hard.
Mom would help us with our homework
and dad was not at home
but at work.
After our chores,
we’d go to the old fort museum
with clips in our hair and pure joy in our hearts.
You, sister, wore the bangles
that
you, brother, got as a prize from the Dentist.
“Why the bangles?” the Dentist asked,
surprised,
for boys picked the stickers of cars instead.
“They’re for my sisters,” you said.
Mom would treat us to a bottle of Coke,
a few sips each. Then,
we’d buy the sweet smelling bread
from the same white van
and hand-in-hand,
we’d walk to our small flat
above the restaurant.
I remember our childhood days.
Do you remember them too?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Wear a hat and your hair goes flat.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, running is flying intermittently

“Nearby a wide, brackish river froths, bubbling around rock. Tall, slender saw palmettos make lonely islands of rubble and root. On a steep slope, a single wall of a five-story concrete building stands. It looks like a castle cut from construction paper, flat instead of three-dimensional.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“The Fair Tax Equation: T=I(I(.000001))”
― Michael A. Wood Jr.

“A flat map is fun in its purest state.”
― Michael W. Clune, Gamelife: A Memoir

“Greatness is like a wall the moment you break a brick you start falling; And if not rebuilt you will fall flat”
― Topsy Gift

“I’ve lost my sense of humour, or maybe it is in my back pocket, if so, i must have been sitting on it because it seems pretty flat.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, running is flying intermittently

“I consider myself fortunate that when I started to work full time with computers that X-Ray emitting cathode ray tube monitors had been replaced by flat panel LED monitors.”
― Steven Magee

“When I look out to the horizon, I see a flat Earth.”
― Steven Magee

“During COVID-19 I was using my car so infrequently that I had to charge the battery every month to prevent it from going flat.”
― Steven Magee

“The key to a team capable of doing more with less lies in a flat organizational structure where everyone feels equal ownership of outcomes and an equal responsibility to invest in each other to reach them.”
― Kellie Gerardi, Not Necessarily Rocket Science: A Beginner's Guide to Life in the Space Age

“Late July. Friends arrive bearing gifts. A shallow white cardboard box turns out to be carrying a cluster of flat white peaches, their soft pink cheeks nudging one another. The scent of roses teases as I open the lid. Eight plump navels, their parchment skin flushed with brushstrokes of rose and carmine.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts