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“True humility is being able to accept criticisms as graciously as we accept compliments.”
Sabrina Newby“True humility is being able to accept criticisms as graciously as we accept compliments.”
Sabrina Newby“Worrying and Stressing is useless simply because whatever GOD has for you is for you. Let GOD happen.”
Sabrina Newby“Your skill, strength, and overall survival are offensive to some people. Those are definitely not your people.”
Sabrina Newby“Your obstacles are not your end. Please remember that, and try again.”
Sabrina Newby“Most people only thank GOD for what's happened. Today, I give thanks for what didn't happen. Seriously, we have no clue what we're being saved from, yet desperately prayed for. But, I can only imagine, and for that I am thankful.”
Sabrina Newby“Clearly, unless thinking beings inevitably wipe themselves out soon after developing technology, extraterrestrial intelligence could often be millions or billions of years in advance of us. We're the galaxy's noodling newbies.”
Seth Shostak“Most of Csongor's time in T'Rain had been spent blundering about in a state of hapless newbie confusion. Only his long experience as a system administrator, struggling with Byzantine software installations, had prevented hum from plummeting into despair and simply giving up. Not that any of the sysadmin's knowledge and skills were applicable here. The psychological stance was the thing: the implicit faith, a little naive and a little cocky, that by banging his head against the problem for long enough he'd be able to break through in the end.”
Neal Stephenson, Reamde“In India even the most mundane inquiries have a habit of ending this way. There may be two answers, there may be five, a dozen or a hundred; the only thing that is certain is that all will be different.”
Eric Newby, Slowly Down the Ganges“As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewter inkpot, rising out of the haze to the north of where I was treading water.”
Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines