Elasticsearch Interview Quotes & Sayings

God takes pleasure to see you take your little steps; and like a good father who holds his child by the hand, He will accommodate His steps to yours and will be content to go no faster than you. Why do you worry? — Francis De Sales

thinking of API design as resource design is a very effective way to avoid thinking about hypermedia. — Leonard Richardson

It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place — Oscar Wilde

One ought perhaps not to count Moses, as he was a mere executor of the will of God; he must nevertheless be admired, if only for the grace that made him worthy of speaking to God. — Niccolo Machiavelli

Manly? And what would a kid like you know about manly? Have you even started shaving yet?"
"Only my balls, sir. — S.J.D. Peterson

SEEING THE TRUTH MEANS looking at everything for the first time, every time. — Augusten Burroughs

It is not the gift, but the thought that counts. — Paul Van Dyk

Trauma stories are no more valid or noble than stories of love and heroism. Trauma stories are like black holes in space. They suck up all the light available. — Annette Vaillancourt

To count the stones losing count
is the sense of our life: the algebra
of our displacements.
To follow paths losing sense
is the circumvolution, the evolution: the logic
of our moments. But. No.
There is no symmetry in our acts.
Never the chance of steps that surprise us
to salt.
Our time machine. Forward.
Never backward the meat machine.
No turning back. No turning back.
There is no remedy: death
is an incurable asymmetry.
Huge is the ticking of the Clock but
but our time has the clutch, the vortex
the saltwater of a wave that covers us.
It reshapes and hollows out the face, like sand
robs us of our flesh. — Piero Olmeda

Stay away from philosophy, kids: it will ruin your mind. — Rex Murphy

Even the most eminent persons are subject to the laws of gravity. — Winston Churchill

Looking out over the water, I spotted him right away,straddling his board. He was only a dot, but I would have known him anywhere.I thought of the shape of his hands,the hollow at the base of his spine,the way my heart had never stopped skipping a beat at the sound of his voice, and I realized it was the kind of loss- because I knew now that the thing I wanted more than anything in the world not to go fully wrong could- from which I would never fully recover. And I'm not sure I ever fully have. — Heather King

Sleep then, good and faithful servant of the Nephilim. — Cassandra Clare