#doom

That lack of programmability is probably what ultimately will doom vi. It can't extend its domain. ↗

— Bill Joy

#doom #extend #lack #probably #ultimately

How shall I speak of Doom, and ours in special, But as of something altogether common? ↗

— Donald Justice

#common #doom #how #i #ours

Talking doom and gloom all day no longer fit who I was as a person. ↗

— Daryn Kagan

#day #doom #fit #gloom #i

We can't live any more in a world which is based on stuff and not ideas. If you want to live with the world of stuff, we're all doomed. ↗

— Dean Kamen

#based #doomed #ideas #live #more

Compared to how I have raced before and how I have competed, the success that I have had, this does look like doom compared to it. ↗

— Ian Thorpe

#compared #competed #does #doom #had

When I think of a merry, happy, free young girl - and look at the ailing, aching state a young wife generally is doomed to - which you can't deny is the penalty of marriage. ↗

— Queen Victoria

#deny #doomed #free #generally #girl

I wanted to make comics that get at feelings that connect to the deepest moments of our lives, reading Tolstoy, Flaubert, Flannery O'Connor, Herman Melville, William Faulkner, Vladimir Nabokov and Carver to help gain the confidence to figure it out. I knew, however, the most doomed approach would be to simply create stories that felt 'literary.' ↗

— Chris Ware

#carver #comics #confidence #connect #connor

Attempt something so impossible that unless God is in it, it's doomed to failure. ↗

— John Haggai

#doomed #failure #god #impossible #something

Now when Túrin learnt from Finduilas of what had passed, he was wrathful, and he said to Gwindor: 'In love I hold you for your rescue and sake-keeping. But now you have done ill to me, friend, to betray my right name, and call my doom upon me, from which I would lie hid.' But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#doom #fate #love

The earth is rocky and full of roots; it's clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you'll never see it again - it's death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#black #bulbs #clay #cover #death