Algorithmic Thinking Quotes & Sayings

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind. — F Scott Fitzgerald

At Shutterstock, we've been offering tutorials to customers and contributors on our blog for many years. Our audience already viewed us as thought leaders on the latest digital and creative skills; we felt it so natural for us to launch Skillfeed, which is an online marketplace for professional learning. — Jon Oringer

Digital-savvy CIOs can envision the upcoming business trends and have both "sense and sensitivity" to understand people and lead effortlessly. — Pearl Zhu

I'm only thirteen, so I have role-models! But I've sort of experienced ... my sister has always been my role-model because I've always seen her. She's been acting my whole life and she's grown up on film, so it's neat for me to get to travel around and do interviews, because I've always seen her doing it. — Elle Fanning

The social perception of whether any supposed deficit is the parents' fault is always a critical factor in the experience of both children and parents. The attribution of responsibility to parents is often a function of ignorance, but it also reflects our anxious belief that we control our own destinies. — Andrew Solomon

The idea of being a writer attracts a good many shiftless people, those who are merely burdened with poetic feelings or afflicted with sensibility. — Flannery O'Connor

I tell you, the sperm will stand no nonsense. — Herman Melville

As crazy as her life had — Cindy Myers

I think I'll try to keep working in film for a little bit. There's something still kind of magical about it, that I don't want to let go of. — Joe Swanberg

It doesn't matter what form she takes - a living spirit, an illusion - but you have to see her, have to have her beside you. Your brain is so full of her it's ready to burst, your body about to explode into pieces. Still, no matter how much you want her to be here, no matter how long you wait, she never appears. All you hear is the faint rustle of wind outside, birds softly cooing in the night. You hold your breath, staring off into the gloom. You listen to the wind, trying to read something into it, staring to catch a hint of what it might mean. But all that surrounds you are different shades of darkness. Finally, you give up, close your eyes, and fall asleep. — Haruki Murakami