Quotes About Sorting

I definitely like sorting stuff out, and I have the enthusiasm to try and help.

I did The Sorting Hat, and it was the Gryffindor, and I was like, 'I'm not doing it again. It could be something bad.'

Race in America has always centered on our mutual agreement not to see each other. White or non-white. Black or non-black. Mongoloid, Hindoo. We've always bought into to the crudest, humanity-denying forms of sorting.

Roblox is really heavily based on automated sorting of content in various ways - what's popular with monetizing, what's been most favorited, what's most retaining.

Does it go on the "keeper" pile or does it go on the "discard" pile? That's the first question your prospects are probably going to ask, because it's likely that the reviewers are staring at a pile of submissions much larger than they can reasonably handle.

What the hell is a Hufflepuff?

Randy does a sorting procedure on the diving books now: he ignores anything that has color photographs, or that appears to have been published within the last twenty years, or that has any quotes on the back cover containing the words stunning, superb, user-friendly, or, worst of all, easy-to-understand.

If you stopped tellin' people it's all sorted out after they're dead, they might try sorting it all out while they're alive.

The story of my life in two sentences: I need time to sort all this out. I'm not going to get it. It was one of those patterns that just kept cropping up. Every time it showed its ugly face, it won.

?? He's making a database He's sorting it twice SELECT * from contacts WHERE behavior = 'nice' SQL Clause is coming to town ??

Stan's well-meaning but misguided loyalty to "sorting things out," that is, to determining the one right reality about it (which was, of course, his), deprived them both of moments like the one they are having now in my office: moments of repair.

Typically, booksellers like to put things into neat little categories.

So I separated all my books into stacks: best friends, old friends, classic friends, new friends, and casual acquaintances.

Concepts and patterns that your brain is sorting through and making sense of are much more scalable and universal than any specific vendor's technology

Once a week she would have to strain her nerves in going over about one dozen letters and a few dozen papers, mostly Fireside Companions from Portland, Maine. The mail sack would be dumped out on the floor and sorted over there.

Sociologists point out that the suburbs have done an efficient job of sorting people into communities where they will be surrounded by people of the same socioeconomic status. Meanwhile, the architectures of sprawl inhibit political activity that requires face-to-face interaction. It is not that sprawl makes political activity impossible, but by privatizing gathering space and dispersing human activity, sprawl makes political gatherings less likely.

The imperfect squares would be sorted out of his bowl before he poured in the milk.

The first ten minutes of sorting through clothing was like choosing which child of mine should live or die.

Noches que con gran cuidado eliminaste de la desordenada baraja de tu pasado

Vivian said she wanted to clean out her attic. But I think what she really wanted was to see what was in those boxes one last time. And remember those parts of her life.

History is a card table full of illusions, and we must sort through and pick the ones we wish to believe.

Life was already sorting them into categories, whether they liked it or not. All they could do was stare at each other dumbly across the widening gaps.

I don't believe that intelligence can be reduced to a number, frankly. But I can see how doing exactly that produces a useful sorting mechanism in our society in order to separate children into categories of promising and doomed. The tests seem arbitrary and without real scientific value and yet have lasting consequences.

It was Sunday, and Mumma had gone next door with Lena and the little ones. Under the pepper tree in the yard Pa was sorting, counting, the empty bottles he would sell back: the bottles going clink clink as Pa stuck them in the sack. The fowls were fluffing in the dust and sun: that crook-neck white pullet Mumma said she would hit on the head if only she had the courage to; but she hadn't.