#tod

I heard so many stories from Gaomi's peasants that I had an irrepressible urge to write them down. Today, Gaomi's peasants know that they have become famous around the world through my writings, but I think they are a little puzzled by this. ↗

— Mo Yan

#become #down #famous #had #heard

As I stand here today and tell you about these, I am heavy with an awareness of the fact that I am in more than one sense a product of both the Chinese and Western cultures, in harmony and in conflict. ↗

— Chen Ning Yang

#am #awareness #both #chinese #conflict

If more women want to be a part of the computer industry today, they have to do more to put themselves there. Nobody is keeping them out. ↗

— Roberta Williams

#computer industry #industry #keeping #more #nobody

The starting point for energy security today as it has always been is diversification of supplies and sources. ↗

— Daniel Yergin

#been #diversification #energy #energy security #point

Back then people closed their eyes and listened to music. Today there's a lot of images that go with the music. A lot of music is crap and it's all commercial and the images are all trying to sell the record. ↗

— Neil Young

#closed #commercial #crap #eyes #go

There is only one conflict in Ukraine today and it is between the regime and the people. ↗

— Viktor Yushchenko

#conflict #only #people #regime #today

I think Linux is a great thing, because Linux is an alternative to Windows, and because, of all the operating systems that are at all relevant today, Unix is the best of a bad lot. ↗

— Jamie Zawinski

#bad #because #best #great #great thing

Nobody got where they are today by living for tomorrow. ↗

— Tom Wilson

#living #nobody #today #tomorrow #where

Nowadays it is the fashion to emphasize the horrors of the last war. I didn't find it so horrible. There are just as horrible things happening all round us today, if only we had eyes to see them. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#eyes #fashion #find #had #happening

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#beauty