Quotes About Engine

Success. Four flights Thursday morning. All against twenty-one-mile wind. Started from level with engine power alone. Average speed through air thirty-one miles. Longest fifty-nine seconds. Inform press. Home Christmas.

Time: the most violent war engine of all.

Individual freedoms are the primary engine by which the pursuit of happiness can be maximally instantiated.

In Malaysia where the front end pushes so much, extra engine braking is really going to help you.

Well, I think it's important to have some kind of a narrative engine that pushes the audience through the landscape. But I love films like 'Apocalypse Now,' which is a very mood driven film. It's a magnetic force that's pulling them through.

But the universe would not turn backward. It was a great engine projected upon the grey void of nonexistence.

Darkness found Frank backing the boys' convertible out the Hardy driveway. Five minutes later they had stopped for a traffic light on the main street of Bayport. Suddenly there was the roar of another engine, a rattle of tin, the raucous

When Yelp first took off, our rankings on Google would fluctuate wildly.

I think too often you see parts being taken from one engine to go onto another... That's been too much of a theme over the whole hybrid era, and that must compromise dyno time, that must compromise endurance running, and so on.

Depression is the flaw in love. If you were married to someone and thought, Well, if my wife dies, I'll find another one, it wouldn't be love as we know it. There's no such thing as love without the anticipation of loss, and that specter of despair can be the engine of intimacy.

in lexicography, as in other arts, naked science is too delicate for the purposes of life. The value of a work must be estimated by its use; it is not enough that a dictionary delights the critick, unless, at the same time, it instructs the learner; as it is to little purpose that an engine amuses the philosopher by the subtilty of its mechanism, if it requires so much knowledge in its application as to be of no advantage to the common workman.

I'm waiting to hear the engine spring to life. But nothing happens. Of course. The bloody battery is dead. I

The physical body is an agent of the spirit and its mirror. It is an engine and a reflection of the spirit. It is the spirit's ingenious memorandum to itself and the spirit sees itself in my body, just as I see my own face in a looking glass. My nerves reflect this. The earth is literally a mirror of thoughts. Objects themselves are embodied thoughts. Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything.

I almost shudder at the thought of alluding to the most fatal example of the abuses of grief which the history of mankind has preserved - the Cross. Consider what calamities that engine of grief has produced! With the rational respect that is due to it, knavish priests have added prostitutions of it, that fill or might fill the blackest and bloodiest pages of human history. { Letter to Thomas Jefferson , September 3, 1816 ]

Purpose is the engine, the power that drives and directs our lives.

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.

A person with ADHD has the power of a Ferrari engine but with bicycle-strength brakes.

The modern mind tends to be more and more critical and analytical in spirit, hence it must devise for itself an engine of expression which is logically defensible at every point and which tends to correspond to the rigorous spirit of modern science.

That is how I came to learn that even when one is properly bearish at the very beginning of a bear market it is well not to begin selling in bulk until there is no danger of the engine back-firing.

A world where everyone creates content gets confusing pretty quickly without a good search engine.

We see ourselves in the House as sort of the engine room of the ship of the Republican Party. We're down in the bottom... in the bowels shoveling coal into the furnace. And, by the way, there's nothing wrong with coal.

Witty, adventurous guys really rev my engine.

I went through a living room crowded with overstuffed furniture in a green-and-white jungle design from which eyes seemed to watch me, down a short hallway past a pink satin bedroom which reminded me of the inside of a coffin in disarray, to the open door of a bathroom. Tom's jacket lay across the threshold like the headless torso of a man, flattened by the passage of some enormous engine.

The ultimate search engine would basically understand everything in the world, and it would always give you the right thing. And we're a long, long ways from that.