#terminal

Mostly I use the O2 as an X terminal, however, running my apps on Linux and displaying remotely. ↗

— Jamie Zawinski

#however #i #linux #mostly #remotely

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity - love. And the story of a love is not important - what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity. ↗

— Helen Hayes

#capable #dignity #eternity #glimpse #important

There is nothing I fear more than waking up without a program that will help me bring a little happiness to those with no resources, those who are poor, illiterate, and ridden with terminal disease. ↗

— Nelson Mandela

#disease #fear #happiness #help #i

Depression can seem worse than terminal cancer, because most cancer patients feel loved and they have hope and self-esteem. ↗

— David D. Burns

#cancer #depression #feel #hope #loved

We are all terminal. ↗

— Jack Kevorkian

I am convinced that we are in a terminal process. ↗

— E. P. Thompson

#convinced #i #i am #process #terminal

God, thank you for waking me up this morning. I want to embrace every day, however limited my day may be, as a gift from God. I want to live this day to its fullest. I know there are things I can no longer do. I know I am facing daily limitations. But I want to focus on what I can do, not on what I cannot do. So help me God. I know this day will never be repeated. I know I cannot live it over again. Help me to live it to its fullest. ↗

— Ed Dobson

#christian #inspirational #terminal-illness #inspirational

I wanted to avoid, special IO for terminals. ↗

— Ken Thompson

#i #special #terminals #wanted

Letter to Myself, in Remission, from Myself, Terminal" You'll come to hate your own poems, read them as pretty wisps of colorful thinking, all those images just a splash of colored oil sloshed over a pool gone rancid. Admit it. Atheists always scared you. And no wonder. Those nights you switched on the fan so no one could hear you scream into your pillow, weeping and biting your own hands like a motherless monkey,banded to a body that despised you, a suit of coals with a jammed-shut zipper. Instead of the truth, you took refuge in stories and souls, wore the word survivor like a pink nimbus. All the while, my dear, I waited, knowing you'd catch up to me one day. I'm holding the black- backed mirror to your face. Look into it. ↗

— Anya Krugovoy Silver

#life #terminal-illness #death

You all know I have terminal cancer-and I have a lot of it. But what you may not know is that stress induces its spread and induces its activity. Stress may even bring it on. Yet stress is the fuel of the activist. ↗

— Tom McCall

#activity #bring #even #fuel #i