Phone Quotes

“...wondering, not for the first time, when exactly she had become so technologically dependent that her first instinct in every unpredicted circumstance was to outsource her imagination to her phone.”
― Eleanor Catton, Birnam Wood

“Ah, the days when your desktop had less than half the memory on your current phone.”
― stained hanes, 94,000 Wasps in a Trench Coat

“It used to be you'd search for something and find tons of good results. Now you type "hamburger" anywhere on your phone or computer and now advertising cartels serve you up some ads for hamburgers for the next week.

Hell just say it aloud near your phone, it'll just take longer.”
― stained hanes, 94,000 Wasps in a Trench Coat

“Do not allow your smart phone to control your day.”
― Steven Magee

“I hate the phone. It's the worst invention in the history of the world because, if you don't talk, nothing happens. You can't get by with simply listening and nodding your head in all the right places. You have to talk. You have no option.”
― Alice Oseman, Solitaire

“I can’t disconnect, you know? It’s like a drug. For one reason or another, I keep coming back.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“I am almost certain that he has texted me at the same time each morning just to get me up for work. And his plan has succeeded. My body clock now wakes me up at 8:45 a.m. and instead of cursing at the world, the first thing I do is smile.”
― Megan Clawson, Falling Hard for the Royal Guard

“I wish I got a notification on my phone every time I appeared in someone's dreams. Wouldn't that be cool, or no, because you like being able to secretly think about me?”
― Jarod Kintz, Powdered Saxophone Music

“The Ouija board brought necromancy to the ordinary people. It democratized necromancy. It’s a portal to the dead, to the afterlife, to the Spirit World. But it’s a somewhat basic technology, a poor man’s version of the phone. What would you do if you had a special smartphone that allowed you direct communication with the dead – a Necrophone? Would you use it all the time? Would it be the most popular gadget of all time? Or would people be scared to use it? Would it make people too sad? Would it provoke a suicide epidemic?”
― Rob Armstrong, The Ordinary Necromancers: The Science of Ouija

“During an abduction, you want to place a 911 call at the earliest opportunity and keep the phone line open for the duration of the abduction.”
― Steven Magee

“I keep location tracking turned on in my cell phone and computer because my risk assessment regarding my research indicates I am at high risk of abduction.”
― Steven Magee

“If I was ever followed again, the first thing I would do is make a 911 call and keep them on the phone line for the duration of the event.”
― Steven Magee

“I would answer the home phone and often find the person would hang up on me. It had coincided with a severe degradation of my relationship. I later discovered that my girlfriend was probably cheating on me and it was likely her new lover calling her!”
― Steven Magee

“It is important when you receive an aggressive phone call to realize that it may be someone you know that is playing a joke on you!”
― Steven Magee

“The best thing to do when you receive an aggressive phone call is to hang up.”
― Steven Magee

“After breaking up with my girlfriend, I started to get phantom phone calls in the middle of the night! I ended up having to disconnect my phone before going to bed. I later discovered her new lover was secretly harassing me!”
― Steven Magee

“I received a phone text that looked like it was sent to a lover from my girlfriend. She had a story to explain it. Years later I discovered the proof of the affairs.”
― Steven Magee

“The cell phone video camera is revealing the toxicity of the police.”
― Steven Magee

“A watched phone never buzzed”
― Camille Pagán, Good for You

“My smart phone lives on my schedule.”
― Steven Magee

“My smart phone is set up to be a not so smart phone.”
― Steven Magee

“KPN had set up an office in most countries of the former Eastern bloc. The office in Budapest was in the Buda hills, an area with lush lanes with beautiful large nineteenth-century villas. The minute I saw it, I baptized KPN’s villa ‘Villekulla’, after Pippi Longstocking’s house. I could just picture Pippi leaving the place with Mr. Nilsson on her shoulder, leading her speckled mare down the lane, looking for new adventures. The actual offices were downstairs, with double doors opening out into a large garden with roses and big trees.”
― Ineke Botter, Your phone, my life: Or, how did that phone land in your hand?

“Nowadays the usage of phones is so commonplace that to even question the teeny-tiny hit of vacuous, underserved and slow-dripped dopamine people get from their mindless, self-orientated filters and status updates is to mark yourself an out of the times philistine and backward threat to the groupthink mentality.”
― G.C. McKay, Chameleon

“LA, the city where everyone’s constantly waiting for their phone to ring, and I’m part of it.”
― Daniel Ruczko, Pieces of a Broken Mind

“LA, the city where everyone's constantly waiting for their phone to ring, and I'm part of it.”
― Daniel Ruczko, Pieces of a Broken Mind

“MY LOVE,

The day Prometheus breathed life into the new me, was the day you arrived in a little box. A shiny, futuristic black box, Pandora's box, despite my doubts I couldn't help but open it to finally meet you. Doubts, because I was happy with who I was, with who I saw looking at me through the eyes of others I presented myself to in everyday life. But I was seduced by the worlds that were promised to me if I let you into my life, who I would be with you in my pocket.
As soon as the lid came off and I swiped my fingers over your radiant surface for the first time, the world and I were bursting at the seams. What a creation we were together, to what sized we grew! My brain an encyclopedia, my body an unerring compass, my eyes and ears reaching infinitely with you as an extension of myself. Through you, I, the cyborg, could enter bewilderingly virtual spaces in which I was presently absent, meanwhile absently present in the material world of boring train rides, waiting lines, and mindless chit chats with others. I felt invincible, transformed into a citizen of the world because of you, an intellectual of unimaginable proportions for the vast sea of knowledge you allowed me to surf on, a public speaker and influencer of significance because my words and visual snippets of my days could be launched into the world with the flick of a finger, likes enticing and confirming me. How intoxicating! How wonderfully, pleasantly, intoxicating!
But I can't help but sometimes lie awake at night, my internal clock slowing down with your seductive blue light illuminating my face with 2, 457, 600 (1920×1080) LED suns. In those moments, as my eyes are captivated by your glow, I can't help thinking about the time before you arrived, and how I sometimes miss my low definition self. You were always there, sometimes it feels like we are in fact one — finally reunited with my other Plato's half, fused into not a circle but a perfect black rectangle. Through your eyes I see the world and myself in Ultra-HD, my pixel density has never been so high.
But you are sometimes vicious, my dear — a viper, a temptress, when then again with sweet codes you reflect my most beautiful self, and I cannot help but love me through your gaze, then again with suffocating algorithms you fragment my self and blow it up to grotesque self-distortions, hurling me into an endless me-loop, that eventually disgusts and alienates me. In those moments you are a distorting mirror, a frightening black box, a black hole that swallows my attention in ways I can't see through. I see my old self disappearing in the vague, dark reflection of myself, with double chin and dull eyes, which I sometimes catch in your black glass when your suns stop dazzling me for a split second. And I can't help but wonder if my 'self' in times of its digital recombination, in which the 'I' is a fragmented multitude of pixels that never fully touch at their sides, a simulacrum, maybe has lost some of its aura.
But in the morning all is forgotten, my love, all is well. As soon as we merge back into one, as soon as I, panicked, reach for my pocket on the train, only to discover with a glow of relief that you were there after all, I can't imagine an "I" without you. Artificial by nature my self resides within your screen, I would be lost without you.”
― Elize de Mul

“Your phone can be your sidekick or your worst enemy—choose wisely! It's a gadget that can keep you connected, help you learn, and organize your life, but it can also pull you into a black hole of mindless scrolling and endless notifications. Be careful how you wield that power! Your phone should be a tool, not a trap. Use it to level up, not to lose hours to memes and drama. Remember, you’re in control of your screen time—don’t let your phone turn into your digital overlord!”
― Life is Positive

“I can gaze into the infinity of a nighttime sky, or I can stare at my phone. And the insanity of it all is that I would somehow think that there was a choice to be made.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Hello? Oh Nigel, yes hello, thanks so much for calling back. What? No, not very. Look, are you sure I can't get out of this Treacle thing? No, no, it's not the money, it's the people, darling. Yes, amateurs. And Northern. Well yes, ghastly's the word, absolutely.”
― Jonathan Trueman, The Treacle People: Still Sticky

“I am not scared of the dark! I simply have chronic intractable nyctophobia!”
― Jonathan Trueman, The Treacle People: Still Sticky