Of physics and physicists!

Its a paradox. Paradox is a part of our nature.Think about light, now if you look at Huygen's, light is wave, as confirmed by the double slit experiment. But then, along comes Albert Einstein and discovers that light behaves like particles too. See, paradox.

I sit there. In the winter, that seat is close enough to the radiator to remain warm and yet not so close to cause perspiration. In the summer, its directly in the path of the cross breeze created by opening windows there and there. It faces the television at an angle thats neither direct nor too far wide as to create paralax. I can go on but I think I've made my point.

I’m a Sagittarius, which probably tells you way more than you need to know.

Yes, it tells us that you participate in the mass cultural delusion that the sun’s apparent position relative to arbitrarily defined constellations at the time of your birth somehow affects your personality.

There's a sarcasm sign.

We tried kissing but the earth didn't move. I mean any more than the 383 miles it was gonna move anyway.

You have about as much chance of going out with Penny as the Hubble Telescope has of finding that at the center of each black hole there's a little man with a flashlight trying to find the circuit breaker.

Every Saturday since we’ve lived in this apartment, I have awakened at 6:15, poured myself a bowl of cereal, added a quarter-cup of 2% milk, sat on this end of this couch, turned on BBC America, and watched Doctor Who.

You have a TV in your room, why don’t you just have breakfast in bed?

Because I am neither an invalid nor a woman celebrating Mother’s Day.

Our kids will be smart and beautiful.

Not to mention imaginary

I'm a male, and she's a female.

But not of the same species.

Great idea!

Uh, no. The wheel was a great idea. Relativity was a great idea. This is a notion, and a rather sucky one at that.

At least now you can retrieve the black box from the twisted smoldering wreckage that was once your fantasy of dating her and analyze the data so that you don't crash into geek mountain again.

I’ve spent the past three-and-a-half years staring at greaseboards full of equations; before that, I spent four years working on my thesis; before that, I was in college; and before that, I was in the fifth grade.

Love is not a sprint, it's a marathon. A relentless pursuit that only ends when she falls into your arms. Or hits you with the pepper spray...

I'm a perfectly nice guy! There's no reason we couldn't go to the restaurant and have a lovely dinner. Maybe we could go for a walk afterwards, talk about things we have in common: You love pottery? I love pottery! There's a pause-we both know what's happening-I lean in and we kiss; it's a little tentative at first, but then I realize she's kissing me back and she's biting my lower lip, you know? She wants me! This thing is going the distance, we're going to have sex! Oh, God, oh my GOD!

For LOL, ROFL, LMAO and all other forms of laughter, watch THE BIG BANG THEORY