#inning

Linux evolved in a completely different way. From nearly the beginning, it was rather casually hacked on by huge numbers of volunteers coordinating only through the Internet. ↗

— Eric S. Raymond

#casually #completely #coordinating #different #different way

I call on everyone of goodwill both in Ireland and abroad to join now in ensuring that the beginning of peace becomes a reality, before this year is out. Let us together open a new era in our history. ↗

— Albert Reynolds

#becomes #before #beginning #both #call

Race, what is that? Race is a competition, somebody winning and somebody losing. Blood doesn't run in races! Come on! ↗

— Beah Richards

#come #competition #losing #race #races

A beginning is the end of something, always. ↗

— Spider Robinson

#beginning #end #something

In France today, people no longer eat as much heavy food and fat as they did 15 or 20 years ago. These days, French cooking, through the influence of 'grande cuisine,' has become a bit lighter. And we are beginning to discover the original flavors of our produce. ↗

— Joel Robuchon

#become #beginning #bit #cooking #cuisine

Of this our true individual life, our present life is a glimpse, a fragment, a hint, and in its best moments a visible beginning. ↗

— Josiah Royce

#best #fragment #glimpse #hint #individual

All I cared about in tennis was winning. ↗

— Pete Sampras

#cared #i #tennis #winning

Hitler was good in the beginning, but he went too far. ↗

— Marge Schott

#far #good #hitler #in the beginning #too

I was having trouble making ends meet, and my beginnings weren't meeting either. ↗

— Allan Sherman

#either #ends #having #i #making

He watched the newly arrived commuters as they stepped into the carriage, pushed their way down the tube, the odours from their damp clothes mingling, giving off varying degrees of mustiness: London grime, or smoke from airless offices. A woman wearing a blue swing coat glanced along the carriage, casting around for an empty seat. Her pale skin, the searching green eyes, reminded him of Emma. Briefly, he felt his breath catch; he stood, clambered back over his neighbour and indicated for her to take his seat. And so his mind stayed with Emma when he knew he should be working out a strategy for telling Dorothy of his news. But Emma was never far away; like the glitter balls in dance halls, she would slowly rotate in his memory, different facets reappearing, as the hues changed in her auburn hair. ↗

— Amanda Sington-Williams

#historical-fiction #romance #women-s #change