Quotes About Gates

My paintings always feature trails that dissolve into mysterious areas, patches of light that lead the eye around corners, pathways, open gates, etc.

Computers are composed of nothing more than logic gates stretched out to the horizon in a vast numerical irrigation system.

Hidden Highlands was maybe a little richer but not that different from many of the other small, wealthy and scared enclaves nestled in the hills and valleys around Los Angeles. Walls and gates, guardhouses and private security forces were the secret ingredients of the so-called melting pot of southern California.

We need to enter the castle, first," he said instead. As if the gates had heard him, the metal bars flared to a pale green and then their glow faded back to red and finally dulled into non-existence. The entrance was unbarred and their way apparently clear. "I like not that," growled Moonglum. "Too easy. A trap awaits us—are we to spring it at the pleasure of whoever dwells within the castle confines?

I fell in love once, if love be that cruelty which takes us straight to the gates of Paradise only to remind us they are closed for ever.

Under the penitential gates Sustained by staring Seraphim Where the souls of the devout Burn invisible and dim.

There are no significant bugs in our released software that any significant number of users want fixed.

On the cover of Business Month, Gates's head would be satirically airbrushed onto a weight lifter's torso above the legend "The Silicon Bully: How Long Can Bill Gates Kick Sand in the Face of the Computer Industry?

And commercialize was the word: Whereas much early software had been developed for the sheer challenge and shared like some favorite toy, the Gates/Allen edition of BASIC—the first personal computer language—was from the outset a business proposition, something people were supposed to pay for.

It was so funny, I witnessed this with my own eyes, Andy and the screw were like two WWF wrestlers, we were locked behind the grill gates cheering Andy on, the chants started. The chant was to the tune of Jingle Bells and went like this: Stab a screw, stab a screw, stab a screw today, all that fun it is to stab a screw on New Year's Day, but it was only 29 December.

And what better consolation for a dying person than to say to himself: this land bores us? I can imagine those words in neon over the cemetery gates.

Give up the dream that Love may trick the fates To live again somewhere beyond the gleam Of dying stars, or shatter the strong gates Some god has builded high; give up the dream.

When angels' tears do flood the earth, the gates of hell shall see rebirth. Wheh the demise of angels doth impend, the human boy shall meet his end' Halo -Alexandra Adornetto

Dream is a second life. I have never been able to cross through those gates of ivory or horn which separate us from the invisible world without a sense of dread.

With equal intensity, she feared her New York life was the best of all possible worlds, and that once she left New York, the gates would come down and lock, and she'd be too feeble and parochial to ever be allowed to return.

The waters of the Abyss also operated as a passageway that linked the earth above with the underworld below. Panias had a nickname throughout the land. It was called the Gates of Hades.

Jesus looked outside the city just to the east where a cliff was visible, rising up a couple hundred feet in the air. It was the destination of the fleeing demoniacs: the sacred grotto of Pan. Jesus turned to the disciples and said, "Men, it is time to storm the Gates of Hades.

Gates's implicit criticism of Gmail was that it was wasteful in its means of storing each email. Despite his currency with cutting-edge technologies, his mentality was anchored in the old paradigm of storage being a commodity that must be conserved. He had written his first programs under a brutal imperative for brevity. And Microsoft's web-based email service reflected that parsimony. The young people at Google had no such mental barriers.

The only credential the city asked was the boldness to dream. For those who did, it unlocked its gates and its treasures, not caring who they were or where they came from.

England is a memory now. The gates are flooded and anybody can have access to England and join in.

Bits that are embodied as structure (varying in space, invariant across time) we perceive as memory, and bits that are embodied as sequence (varying in time, invariant across space) we perceive as code. Gates are the intersections where bits span both worlds at the moments of transition from one instant to the next.

The truth is implicit in the statement that the gates of Hades shall not prevail against the church (Mt. 16:18). This image of the gates of the realm of the dead is a familiar Semitic concept.

Breaking Benjamin, talk about songwriting, I mean, some of the greatest songwriters of the modern era. And, obviously, it's a little heavier.

If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.