“To be a super-trader, you'll need an edge to overcome the laws of probability and the uncertainty of the marketplace. That edge comes from information flow, the ability to correct your habits in terms of the market's characteristics, and being able to take risks, cut losses, expand your information network, ferret out ideas, and take recommendations.” NeedsIdeasAbleLawTermLossAbilityCuttingRiskInformationHabitFlowOvercomingEdgesUncertaintyCharacteristicsProbabilityMarketplaceTradersRecommendationsFerretsInformation Flow Author:Ari Kiev
“It is, therefore, possible to extend a partially specified interpretation to a complete interpretation, without loss of verifiability... This fact offers the possibility of automatic verification of programs, the programmer merely tagging entrances and one edge in each innermost loop.” FactsLossPossibilityOffersProgramEdgesInterpretationProgrammersEntrancesLoopsVerification Author:Robert W. Floyd
“Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-children's will be. But we learn to live with that love.” WayChildrenParentLosesHurtLossLove IsLaughingMinesEdgesFadesTimbreEverything Is Illuminated Author:Jonathan Safran Foer
“If you want to feel secure, do what you already know how to do. If you want to be a true professional and continue to grow... Go to the cutting edge of your competency, which means a temporary loss of security. So whenever you don't quite know what you're doing, know you're growing.” IfsKnowsWantFeelsMeanGrowsLossKnow HowCuttingGrowingSecurityConfidenceEdgesSecureTemporaryProfessionalismCutting EdgeCompetenciesSkills Development Author:Madeline Hunter
“There's nothing left of my hometown in Kentucky. All those small and mid-sized towns and cities in the U.S. are just about malls around the edges and suburbs. That was definitely a loss, because everything just gets homogenized. You can't tell where you are, it's all the same.” LeftLossCitiesTownsEdgesWhere You AreSuburbsMallsHometownKentucky Author:Richard Hell
“Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love.” WayYearsChildrenAbleNightParentRealizingLosesHurtLossSleepLove IsGriefMorningLaughingSadnessMinesPureHusbandEdgesGhostGrievingBreakfastFadesReplacedGrandchildrenWidowsGood NightUnwaveringGreat GrandchildrenTimbre Author:Jonathan Safran Foer
“She is nine, beloved, as open-faced as the sky and as self-contained. I have watched her grow. As recently as three or four years ago, she had a young child's perfectly shallow receptiveness; she fitted into the world of time, it fitted into her, as thoughtlessly as sky fits its edges, or a river its banks. But as she has grown, her smile has widened with a touch of fear and her glance has taken on depth. Now she is aware of some of the losses you incur by being here--the extortionary rent you have to pay as long as you stay.” WorldYearsChildrenLongSelfYoungThreeGrowsLossPayTakenFourSkyFitYears AgoRiversDepthEdgesNineBelovedFour YearsShallowGlancesYoung ChildrenHer SmileSelf Contained Book:Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters Source: Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters