#rows

What we now call the browser is whatever defines the web. What fits in the browser is the World Wide Web and a number of trivial standards to handle that so that the content comes. ↗

— Ted Nelson

#call #comes #content #defines #fits

You've got to learn the footwork, the positioning, how to box out, how to pass, how to shoot your free throws. All these things are necessary, not to be the No. 1 player in the world, but maybe you can play against him. ↗

— Oscar Robertson

#box #footwork #free #got #him

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling. ↗

— Frida Kahlo

#bastards #decent #drown #feeling #good

My parents wanted me to solace them for sorrows they denied having had. ↗

— Mason Cooley

#had #having #me #parents #solace

I don't know whether machine translation will eventually get good enough to allow us to browse people's websites in different languages so you can see how they live in different countries. ↗

— Tim Berners Lee

#browse #countries #different #different countries #enough

The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection. ↗

— Thomas Paine

#brave #distress #gathers #grows #man

Well, Smoke n' Mirrors has very much a world music flavor and it doesn't park itself in one country. It borrows heavily from the Brazilian angle, which is dear to my heart, and I recorded several albums with that flavor. ↗

— Lee Ritenour

#angle #borrows #brazilian #country #dear

A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use. ↗

— Washington Irving

#constant #edged #grows #keener #never

There's a tree that grows in Brooklyn. Some people call it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed falls, it makes a tree which struggles to reach the sky. It grows in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps. It grows up out of cellar gratings. It is the only tree that grows out of cement. It grows lushly . . . survives without sun, water, and seemingly without earth. It would be considered beautiful except that there are too many of it. ↗

— Betty Smith

#beauty

Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn't fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer. ↗

— Betty Smith

#opening-lines #beauty