Quotes About String

Earliest preserved string, reconstructed: a heavy cord twisted from three two-ply fiber strings, found fossilized in the painted caves of Lascaux, France, ca. 15,000 B.C.

And when the man had touched his bow to the string, touched and then drawn the bow across, holding that long first note, Ogden had understood that every life had at its center a beginning that was not birth, a moment when the catch on the lock in one's life opens, and out it comes, starting forward.

He had the organ on a set of pram wheels; it appeared to be held together with string. Its sound was so raw and almost discordant that the music seemed not so much to be rising from the box as tumbling out of it, as if the notes were physical things of glass or metal, landing clanging at the man's feet.

He said: Do you love rats? No! I hate them! Well, I do, too—LIVE ones. But I mean dead ones, to swing round your head with a string.

During the pause while I was changing my string, the frenzied audience would often break into a slow handclap, inspiring Giorgio to dream up the nickname of "Slow hand" Clapton.

If you give it an index that is greater than or equal to the length of the string, it returns the empty string.

A string is always a primitive unless you create it in a special way using an object constructor. We'll talk about object constructors later. And you can always use the typeof operator on your variable to see if it is of type string or object.

A lot of the struggle I had with movies is I really loved moments and tones and feelings in a scene, and I loved creating those, but I never really had great stories to string them together.

Do you think yourself a string too short to save? Do you think that you are lank and straight, a linear bit with no connection fore or aft? Fear not your insignificance. Nature has a drawer for you. Yes, nature garners all the string too short to save, and mice visit that drawer. Here's nesting material! Yes, you will be interwoven, be it now or later.

He was quiet, holding that string and kite with everything he had. The way he looked. Eyes raised up, body tethered by one long thread to the big stormy sky, the whole of him up there with his words, talking to whoever was listening. I've not seen a sight to match it. No bones of his had ever been shoved in a feed bag. The man was a giant.

At times Ren felt like he was reading fragments of his own dreams, reassembled into words that pulled at his heart, as if there were a string tied somewhere inside his chest that ran down into the book and attached itself to the characters, drawing him through the pages.

I would say the best toy for any cat is always some sort of dangling item on a string or fishing-rod-type structure.

A local scientist, who had taken it upon himself to rally some help from other retired experts and deactivate some of the weaponry, showed me into a corrugated-iron shed, locked by a single piece of string, inside which were 30,000 rusting shells still containing the military high-explosive TNT.

What do you call a dog on a leash? A meal on a string.

The fact that books today are mostly a string of words makes it easier to forget the text. With the impact of the iPad and the future of the book being up for re-imagination, I wonder whether we'll rediscover the importance of making texts richer visually.

We spent a month in LA using a pool of musicians, a string arranger called Benjamin Wright, some great backing singers, and it gave tracks like Dynamite, which was written there, that kind of flavour.

When I'm scoring something like a string quartet, it's all notated music, so it's meticulously written in the score, which is very different than doing things by ear.

reached out and yanked on it. The string

I am helpless as the sea at the end of her string. I am restless. Restless and useless. I, too, create corpses. --from Three Women, written March 1962

Instructions were written by each inset, detailing the correct amount of force to use so the bone wouldn't break with enough force to cut through the skin. Along one wall sat a metal-framed bed. And on the bed lay several piles of four-by-four wooden blocks. A neatly folded stack of towels and several coils of string had been set at the head of the bed. Atop them lay a large sledgehammer and vise grips.

All these dualities suggest that string theorists have been looking at the same animal, only some have discovered the tail, while others have found the ears or glimpsed a snout. The problem is, they still don't know what kind of animal they're dealing with.

I heard the merry grasshopper then sing, The black clad Cricket, bear a second part, They kept one tune, and played on the same string, Seeming to glory in their little Art. Shall Creatures abject, thus their voices raise? And in their kind resound their maker's praise: Whilst I as mute, can warble forth no higher lays?

Listening to this speech, he was half inclined to string himself up, which was really disturbing, since he was generally suicidal only in the mornings.

My dad's life story was a string of kindness. He treated everyone as an equal, whether it was the bank teller or the bank president. He even attributed his survival to the courage of kindness.