Quotes About Parallel

Don't ever make the mistake [of thinking] that you can design something better than what you get from ruthless massively parallel trial-and-error with a feedback cycle. That's giving your intelligence much too much credit.

I hope you slept well, he said. Yes, isn't it lovely? Jenny replied, giving two rapid little nods. But we had such awful thunderstorms last week. Parallel straight lines, Denis reflected, meet only at infinity. He might talk for ever of care-charmer sleep and she of meteorology till the end of time. Did one ever establish contact with anyone? We are all parallel straight lines. Jenny was only a little more parallel than most. They

A nudist? In Edinburgh? Does he realise what parallel we're on?

I began toying with the idea of a million human worlds.

There is someone who is living my life. And I know nothing about him.

We are all bumbling along,side by side, week in, week out, our paths similar in some ways and different in others, all apparently running parallel. But parallel lines never meet.

Sports taught me how to compete on the court, and taught me how to compete in life. Sports and life run parallel with one another.

None of us–teacher or taught–realised how an imagined romantic life can sustain you as a possibility, a hope, and remain just that. Like parallel train tracks, it runs alongside, but will never meet, the life you are living.

None of us-teacher or taught-realised how an imagined romantic life can sustain a possibility, a hope, and remain like that. Like parallel train tracks, it runs alongside, but will never meet, the life you're are living.

Not touching but joined in astonishment as two cuts lie parallel in the same flesh.

Entre ce qui arrive dans le monde et ce qui lui arrive à elle, aucun point d'intersection, deux séries parallèles, l'une, abstraite, toute en informations aussitôt oubliées que perçues, l'autre en plans fixes.

This is going to sound pretentious and esoteric, but I truly mean it from the bottom of my heart. Acting has always been a spiritual journey for me. The very first project I ever acted on paralleled my experience so perfectly even before I was aware of it.

The Internet was a saving grace for promoting and exposing, and even creating. It's a parallel world to the music industry that already exists, and I'm glad to be a part of it.

One device used by fascist parties, but also by Marxist revolutionaries who have given serious thought to the conquest of power, was parallel structures. An outsider party that wants to claim power sets up organizations that replicate government agencies. The Nazi Party, for example, had its own foreign policy agency that, at first, soon after the party had achieved power, had to share power with the traditional Foreign Office.

Duplication of traditional power centers by parallel party organizations was a principal reason for the already noted "shapelessness" and the chaotic lines of authority that characterized fascist rule and set it apart from military dictatorship or authoritarian rule.

Two pairs of steps, laid parallel on their sides at a distance

...Science and mathematics Run parallel to reality, they symbolize it, they squint at it, They never touch it: consider what an explosion Would rock the bones of men into little white fragments and unsky the world If any mind for a moment touch truth.

A lot of people I know would hate that ending, but not me. I loved it. Mainly because I got to make the book happy. I decided they made it. They made it to the past. I decided the past was our world, and the future was their world. It was parallel worlds.

One also suspects that the couple clashed as a result of their very similarity.

In the end I sort of though we created a companion who was so alive and dynamic and so wedded to the doctor that you'd need a whole universe to contain her in. The only way to get rid of her is to send her into a parallel world from which she can never return; otherwise she would stay with the doctor forever.

This may be the curse of the human race, not that we are so different from one another, but that we are so alike.

Mogor had been right. The curse of the human race is not that we are so different from one another, but that we are so alike.

Fortunately for Luka, he lived in an age in which an almost infinite number of parallel realities had begun to be sold as toys.

All was repeated in the still mirror of the lake below – another, shadowy world, upside down beneath his own.