Quotes About Threads

But if you ask me, is STM better than locks and condition variables? Now you're comparing like with like. Yes. I think it completely dominates locks and condition variables. So just forget locks and condition variables. For multiple program counters, multiple threads, diddling on shared memory on a shared-memory multicore: STM. But is that the only way to write concurrent programs? Absolutely not.

There is no 'the truth','a truth' - truth is not one thing, or even a system. It is an increasing complexity. the pattern of the carpet is a surface. When we look closely, or when we become weavers, we learn of the tiny multiple threads unseen in the overall pattern, the knots on the underside of the carpet

Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an unspeakable tender hand, placed beside another thread and held and carried by a hundred others.

Y hasta el destino mismo es como un tejido amplio y maravilloso, en cuya trama cada hilo es guiado con infinita ternura por una mano cariñosa, y colocado a la vera de otro hilo, para ser sostenido y conllevado por otro mil

el destino por sí mismo es como una tela amplia y maravillosa, en la cual cada hebra es guiada por una mano infinitamente tierna; permanece junto a otra hebra, y es contenida y apoyada por cientos de otras.

uses your life to fashion you for his purpose, using all the threads within his reach?

Where had they all gone to, he often pondered; those threads he had once held together, how far had they scattered, some to break, others to weave into unknown patterns? The strange randomness of the world beguiled him, that randomness which never would, so long as the world lasted, give meaning to those choruses again.

Objetos são abstrações de procedimento. Threads são abstrações de agendamento.

So the threads of ideas weave around the world and through the decades and centuries.

But Nonor always said that the Fates don't carve, they weave. Isla does her best to make sure her sister always remembers that. The Fates take the threads that we make from the things we do, Nonor would say, the choices we make, big ones and small ones, all of them, and they weave them in and out, through and under, all the time. They never stop their weave. But they can only use the threads we give them.

never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.

Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine, oh, gossamer web of wond'rous design! Such beauty and grace wild nature produces... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices!

Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns so each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.

A history that should pursue all the subtle threads from end to end might be eminently valuable, but not as a tribute to peace and conciliation.

But every human path leads on to God; He holds a myriad finer threads than gold, And strong as holy wishes, drawing us With delicate tension upward to Himself.

History has to be rewritten because history is the selection of those threads of causes or antecedents that we are interested in.

It requires but a few threads of hope, for the heart that is skilled in the secret, to weave a web of happiness.

Even if complete immutability might not be possible, it's beneficial for regular mutable objects to keep their internal state in immutable data structures, because that allows easier synchronization when the object is modified from multiple thrads or in a reentrant way.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity, and the sense of being of importance among the insignificant was enough to restore to Miss Bart the gratifying consciousness of power.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity. But brilliant young ladies, a little blinded by their own effulgence, are apt to forget that the modest satellite drowned in their light is still performing its own revolutions and generating heat at its own rate.

never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.

De todos modos el destino había empezado a armar su trama, a tejer su intriga, a anudar en un punto los hilos sueltos de aquello que los antiguos griegos han llamado el muthos.

For me it's connection-the pleasure of an expansive, long-ranging dinner conversation with people who do all sorts of things and being able to come back to that night, night after night, and pick up threads and follow them. There's a voyeuristic pleasure, there's a synthetic pleasure, but primarily it's the pleasure of being able to live in a frame of time that the rest of life conspires to annihilate.