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- We eat healthy because we want to feel healthy—fantasies of living longer should not trump the importance of living stronger.
- A girl nearby muttered,"If that's a lady, I'm a cat."Reaching out, Sandry lifted the pitcher of milk from the table. Cradling it in both hands, she walked over to the mutterer.I am Sandrilene fa Toren, daughter of Count Mattin fer Toren and his countess, Amiliane fa Landreg. I am the great-niece of his grace, Duke Vedris of this realm of Emelan, and cousin of her Imperial Highness, Empress Berenene of the Namorn Empire. You are Esmelle ei Pragin, daughter of Baron Witten en Pragin and his lady Colledia of House Wheelwright, a merchant house. If I tell you my friend is a lady, then you"- carefully she poured milk into Esmelle's plate-"you had best start lapping, kitty."She set the pitcher down and returned to her chair.
- Some people think mental illness is a matter of mood, a matter of personality. They think depression is simply a form of being sad, that OCD is a form of being uptight. They think the soul is sick, not the body. It is, they believe, something that you have some choice over.I know how wrong this is.When I was a child, I didn't understand. I would wake up in a new body and wouldn't comprehend why things felt muted, dimmer. Or the opposite--I'd be supercharged, unfocused, like a radio at top volume flipping quickly from station to station. Since I didn't have access to the body's emotions, I assumed the ones I was feeling were my own. Eventually, though, I realized these inclinations, these compulsions, were as much a part of the body as its eye color or its voice. Yes, the feelings themselves were intangible, amorphous, but the cause of the feelings was a matter of chemistry, biology.It is a hard cycle to conquer. The body is working against you. And because of this, you feel even more despair. Which only amplifies the imbalance. It takes uncommon strength to live with these things. But I have seen that strength over and over again.
- vino, señor Larrea —respondió el notario señalando unos toneles oscuros al fondo del comedor—. A mosto, a bodega, a soleras, a botas. Jerez siempre huele así.
- Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.''Seventeen,' Gus corrected.'I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard.'I'm telling you,' Isaac continued, 'Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.'But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.'I was kind of crying by then.
- Of course Evil's afoot. If it had switched to the metric system it'd be up to a meter by now.
- He who becomes the slave of habit,who follows the same routes every day,who never changes pace,who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,who does not speak and does not experience,dies slowly.He or she who shuns passion,who prefers black on white,dotting ones "it’s" rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,that turn a yawn into a smile,that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,dies slowly.He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,who is unhappy at work,who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,to thus follow a dream,those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,die slowly.He who does not travel, who does not read,who does not listen to music,who does not find grace in himself,she who does not find grace in herself,dies slowly.He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,who does not allow himself to be helped,who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,dies slowly.He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who don't reply when they are asked something they do know,die slowly.Let's try and avoid death in small doses,reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.Only a burning patience will leadto the attainment of a splendid happiness.
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- The Christian shoemaker does his duty not by putting little crosses on the shoes, but by making good shoes, because God is interested in good craftsmanship.
- Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.
- I turn and gaze at him midway. Chin up Steele, I chide myself. “Oh... by the way, I’m wearing your underwear.
- one could say that the smartphone creates an environment that encourages participation at a distance: participation as performance. The smartphone retribalizes by putting us always on display, by eating away at our sense of the private self, but it detribalizes by isolating us in an abstract world, a world of our own. You hit the switch, and the light comes on and you find yourself in an empty room full of people. To put it another way: Participation is the content of the smartphone, and the content, as McLuhan wrote, is “the juicy piece of meat carried by the burglar to distract the watchdog of the mind.
- Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communistic revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win.Workingmen of all countries unite!
- Dy5topia in the context of this book is a very real place, with very real “inhabitants'', but to understand Dy5topia you must first look closely at our world. Like the fisherman’s net that allows so much water to spill through, catching only the aquatic life, so too does Dy5topia collect only the fear of our world. Dy5topia is our dark reflection and a manifestation of our collective fears, and so its structure is created and maintained by our fear.
- Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.
- Past experiences are effluvial.Burn them.The now is important.
- Reinoculate At this stage, I also recommend ample probiotics to inoculate the gut and replace an overabundance of bad bacteria with beneficial bacteria. I see many GI lab panels come back showing bacterial infection in the digestive tract. A good probiotic program is an important part of restoring balance, clearing out bad bacteria, and establishing healthy levels of the healthy bacteria necessary to convert T4 to T3. Nutritional compounds for the “Reinoculate
- Suz, carrying Savich's plate, the scrambled eggs steaming, stopped to stare after Rachael. 'Isn't this par for the course--a sexy guy with two girls--I'll just bet the little readhead here threatened to whomp the blonde with that cute braid, right?' 'You're very observant, Suz,' Savich said.Sherlock rolled her eyes.
- Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.
- When people say a knight's job is all glory, I laugh and laugh and laugh. Often I can stop laughing before they edge away and talk about soothing drinks.
- I don’t want to be a widow, I don’t want Michael Bayning, and I don’t want you to joke about such things, you tactless clodpole!
- Influenza is caused by three types of viruses, of which the most worrisome and widespread is influenza A. Viruses of that type all share certain genetic traits: a single-stranded RNA genome, which is partitioned into eight segments, which serve as templates for eleven different proteins. In other words, they have eight discrete stretches of RNA coding, linked together like eight railroad cars, with eleven different deliverable cargoes. The eleven deliverables are the molecules that comprise the structure and functional machinery of the virus. They are what the genes make. Two of those molecules become spiky protuberances from the outer surface of the viral envelope: hemagglutinin and neuraminidase. Those two, recognizable by an immune system, and crucial for penetrating and exiting cells of a host, give the various subtypes of influenza A their definitive labels: H5N1, H1N1, and so on. The term “H5N1
- Tony Cox, still a painter and not yet married to Yoko Ono, pioneered in the use of mescaline for draft-evasion. 400 milligrams taken before his own preinduction physical prompted an angry outburstas an orderly took a stab at his arm to draw blood. Tony roared, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" and was led into the presence of a psychiatrist with whom he engaged in a protracted discussion of the merits of the New York school of abstract expressionist painting, all the while naked. Tony got his 4F classification, presumably on grounds of schizophrenia, and went on to counsel others liable to military service, using the same approach.
- 13. ‘’Cel pe care mi-l arati, ce insemnatate are cate stie? E asemenea unui dictionar. Important este ceea ce este.’’ 14. ‘’ Si, una cate una, dintr-o contradictie invinsa in alta, ma indrept spre tacerea intrebarilor si astfel, catre fericire. O, limbutilor! Intrebarile au stricat atat de mult oamenii! Nebun cel care spera in raspunsul providentei! ‘’ 15. ‘’Iubesti fiindca iubesti! Nu exista ratiune pentru a iubi. ‘’ 16. ‘’Te folosesti de trecutul tau ca de o priveliste, marginita aici de un munte, dincolo de un fluviu si dispui in libertate de orasele viitoare, tinand seama de ceea ce exista. Iar daca ceea ce exista n-ar exista, ai inventa cu usurinta orase de vis, caci visului nimic nu-i rezista, dar vor fi nu numai usor de imaginat, ci si pierdute in arbitrar.’’ 17. ‘’ Iar desfraul se naste din spaima de a nu reusi sa fii…La fel despre acela sau aceea care nu vedeau decat golul din oameni, caci ei sunt goi daca nu sunt ferestre inspre eternitate. Iata pentru ce in dragostea vulgara nu iubesti decat ceea ce-ti scapa, caci altfel vei fi satul si scarbit de placerea ta. ‘’ 18. ‘’Caci exista un timp al judecatii. Dar exista si un timp al devenirii.’’ 19. ‘’Nu confunda dragostea cu delirul posesiei, care adduce cea mai crunta suferinta. Caci, in ciuda parerii commune, nu dragostea te face sa suferi, ci instinctual proprietatii, care este contrariul dragostei.’’ 20. ‘’De-abia v-a fost acordata dragostea si voi, intocmai ca in falsele voastre prietenii, transformati acest dar liber in servitute si robie si, din clipa in care sunteti iubiti, incepeti sa va simtiti lezati. Si va impuneti, pentru a aservi mai bine spectacolul suferintei voastre.’’ 21. ‘’Si-ti voi raspunde prin acest mare secret, ascuns sub cuvinte vulgare si simple, pe care intelepciunea m-a facut sa-l aflu, putin cate putin, de-a lungul vietii: ca a pregati viitorul nu inseamna decat a crea prezentul. Iar cei care urmaresc imagini indepartate, fruct al inventiei lor, se irosesc in utopia si himera.’’ 22. ‘’Din distrugere in distrugere, aluneci spre vanitate, caci ea ramane singura culoare posibila, atunci cand tot ce mai exista este doar reziduu ce nu te poate hrani. …Iata ca esti obligat, in pustiul tau, sa fii satisfacut de tine insuti, caci nu mai exista nimeni in afara ta. Si esti condamnat sa strigi de-acum inainte: ‘’Eu, eu, eu’’ in gol, si nu vei primi niciodata raspuns.’’ 23. ‘’Nu aceeasi este placerea pe care ti-o da un diamant fals si un diamant pur. Cea care tace in fata ta nu este aceeasi cu o alta, in profunzimea tacerii ei. Si nu vei fi niciodata inselat de la inceput…Ce inseamna diamantul daca nu este un bolovanis tare de scurmat, care-l ascunde? Ce inseamna o spade, daca nu exista dusmani? Ce inseamna o revenire fara absenta? Ce inseamna fidelitate daca nu exista tentatie?’’ 24. ‘’Am cautat si am gasit, caci spiritul nu doreste decat ceea ce poseda. A gasi inseamna a vedea. Si cum as putea cauta ceea ce pentru mine inca nu are sens? Ti-am spus, regretful dragostei inseamna dragoste. Nimeni nu sufera de dorinta a ceea ce nu concepe.'' 25. ‘’Nu incerca sa transformi omul in altceva decat este. Caci, fara indoiala, ratiuni puternice , impotriva carora nu poti sa faci nimic, il oblige sa fie asa cum este si nu altfel. Dar il poti transforma in ceea ce este, caci omul e greu de substanta. Tu esti cel care trebuie sa alegi din el ceea ce iti place. Si sa faci desenul a ceea ce ai ales, astfel incat sa para evident tuturor si lui insusi.’’ 26. ‘’Iata de ce nu am dusmani. In dusman vad prietenul. Iar el imi devine prieten. Iau toate partile. Nu am de ce sa schimb partile. Ci le leg printr-un alt limbaj. Si aceeasi fiinta se poarta altfel.’’ 27. ‘’Umilinta inimii iti cere nu sa te umilesti, ci sa te deschizi. Aceasta este cheia transformarilor. Doar atunci poti sa daruiesti si sa primesti.’’ 28. ‘’Daca iubirea ta dispretuieste semnele iubirii sub pretextul de a atinge esenta, ea nu mai este decat vocabular.
- I believe compassion to be one of the few things we can practice that will bring immediate and long-term happiness to our lives. I’m not talking about the short-term gratification of pleasures like sex, drugs or gambling (though I’m not knocking them), but something that will bring true and lasting happiness. The kind that sticks.
- Sirius looks peaceful, which is rare enough even in sleep that, years before this urgent new desire took hold, James would always watch it for as long as it lasted. It's only natural, like staying awake to catch sight of a solar eclipse; some things are just unusual enough to be worth appreciating whenever the opportunity presents itself. If everything were different - if he'd married Lily and lived in a nice, clean house, with a gaggle of gorgeous, green-eyed children and a strict no smoking policy - he'd still do this every chance he got. He could be fifty and fat with contentment, and Sirius would still be as fascinating like this as the whole world looked the first time he ever saw it from the sky.
- And that, ...is the story of our country, one invasion after another...Macedonians. Saddanians. Arabs. Mongols. Now the Soviets. But we're like those walls up there. Battered, and nothing pretty to look at, but still standing.
- There was a girl, and her uncle sold her. Put like that it seems so simple.No man, proclaimed Donne, is an island, and he was wrong. If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each other's tragedies. We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature and by the repetitive shape and form of the stories. The shape does not change: there was a human being who was born, lived and then by some means or other, died. There. You may fill in the details from your own experience. As unoriginal as any other tale, as unique as any other life. Lives are snowflakes- forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'll mistake one for another, after a minute's close inspection) but still unique.Without individuals we see only numbers, a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, "casualties may rise to a million." With individual stories, the statistics become people- but even that is a lie, for the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless. Look, see the child's swollen, swollen belly and the flies that crawl at the corners of his eyes, this skeletal limbs: will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears? To see him from the inside? And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted distended caricature of a human child? And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to us than a thousand other children touched by the same famine, a thousand other young lives who will soon be food for the flies' own myriad squirming children?We draw our lines around these moments of pain, remain upon our islands, and they cannot hurt us. They are covered with a smooth, safe, nacreous layer to let them slip, pearllike, from our souls without real pain.Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives.A life that is, like any other, unlike any other.And the simple truth is this: There was a girl, and her uncle sold her.
- He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
- The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.The fools who write articles about me think that one morning I suddenly decided to write and began to produce masterpieces.There is no special trick about writing or painting either. I wrote constantly for 15 years before I produced anything with any solidity to it....The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.The point of being an artist is that you may live....You won't arrive. It is an endless search.
- I'm in love with you," he said quietly."Augustus," I said."I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.
- She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.
- It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language
- No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.
- And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can't even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you're almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it's that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what's warm - whether it's something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being safe in the world and ready for sleep, that's happiness.
- The other thing that troubled me: Dad was clutching his workbag. Usually when he does that, it means we're in danger. Like the time gunmen stormed into our hotel in Cairo. I heard shots coming from the lobby and ran downstairs to check on my dad. By the time I got there, he was just calmly zipping up his workbag while three unconscious gunmen hung by their feet from the chandelier, their robes falling over their heads so you could see their boxer shorts. Dad claimed not to have witnessed anything, and in the end the police blamed a freak chandelier malfunction.
- I'm an occasional drinker, the kind of guy who goes out for a beer and wakes up in Singapore with a full beard.
- My waiter friend, Laurent, working at the Brasserie Champs du Mars near the Eiffel Tower, one night while serving me Une Grande Beer, explained his life. “I work from ten to twelve hours, sometimes fourteen,
- The immense accretion of flesh which had descended on her in middle life like a flood of lava on a doomed city had changed her from a plump active little woman with a neatly-turned foot and ankle into something as vast and august as a natural phenomenon. She had accepted this submergence as philosohpically as all her other trials, and now, in extreme old age, was rewarded by presenting to her mirror an almost unwrinkled expanse of firm pink and white flesh, in the centre of which the traces of a small face survived as if awaiting excavation.
- Tell me of this wizard Howl of yours."Sophie's teeth chattered, but she said proudly, "He's the best wizard in Ingary or anywhere else. If he'd only had time, he would have defeated that djinn. And he's sly and selfish and vain as a peacock and cowardly, and you can't pin him down to do anything.""Indded?" asked Abdullah. "Strange that you should speak so proudly such a list of vices, most loving of ladies.""What do you mean, vices?" Sophie asked angrily. "I was just describing Howl!
- Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.
- A crowd two hundred strong was the largest animal on the face of the earth. The heaviest, the hardest to control, the hardest to stop. The hardest to kill. Big targets, but after-action reports always showed that crowds took much less than one casualty per round fired.
- Markboen tapte ikke hodet. Han fandt ikke luften usund for sig, han hadde publikum nok til sine nye klær, han savnet ikke diamanter, vin kjendte han fra bryllupet i Kana. Markboen gjorde sig ikke ondt av de herligheter han ikke fik: kunst, aviser, luksus, politik var værd nøiagtig det som menneskene vilde betale for det, ikke mere; markens grøde derimot den måtte skaffes til hvilkensomhelst pris, den var altings ophav, den eneste kilde.
- Ah" said Dumbledore gently, "Yes I thought we might hit that little snag!""Snag?" said Fudge, his voice still vibrating with joy. "I see no snag, Dumbledore!""Well," said Dumbledore apologetically, "I'm afraid I do.""Oh, really?""Well it's just that you seem to be labouring under the delusion that I am going to -- come quietly. I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course -- but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing.
- I suspect he's sweet on Sophie and doesn't like to see her work too hard.'Tessa was glad to hear it. She'd felt awful about her reaction to Sophie's scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admirer - and a handsome one like that- eased her conscience slightly. 'Perhaps he's in love with Agatha', she said.'I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.
- The State Lay in wait Attica Attack Troopswearing maskscarrying gas cannistersand proud to be whiteproud to be doingwhat everyone canfor The Man