Adcock Quotes

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public. There are worse things than these miniature betrayals, committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things than not being able to sleep for thinking about them. It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

There's no sense to being Irish unless you know the world's going to break your heart.

And so, as quietly as he had lived, he slipped out of town, leaving only a note behind: Well, that's that. I'm off, and if you don't believe I'm leaving, just count the days I'm gone. When you hear the phone not ringing, it'll be me that's not calling. Goodbye, old girl, and good luck. Yours truly, Earl Adcock P.S. I'm not deaf.

Humans are a part of creation and shamanism is our way of connecting with the whole.

I just remember the place seemed cocky." If it were possible to actually ground out a sigh of annoyance, Garrett just did it. "How can a business be cocky? And who the fuck is Walter?" "There it is!" I pointed with way more enthusiasm than I should have and pulled into the parking lot of a large, menacing-looking building with a smaller one in front. "Welcome to the law offices of Dick, Adcock, and Peterman. See? Cocky. They had to know what they were doing when they partnered up.

It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse. -From the poem Fear

One is not simply defined by their actions of today, but instead defined by the person they will become tomorrow.

Battles are sometimes won by generals; wars are nearly always won by sergeants and privates.

The San Francisco skyline sparkles in the distance, the bay spread out before it like a shark-infested welcome mat.

We’re a tight group, baseball people, and our lives tend to touch like paper dolls. To some of us, that is frightening.

Happy ending After they had not made love she pulled the sheet up over her eyes until he was buttoning his shirt: not shyness for their bodies - those they had willingly displayed - but a frail endeavour to apologise. Later, though, drawn together by a distaste for such 'untidy ends' they agreed to meet again; whereupon they giggled, reminisced, held hands as though what they had made was love - and not that happier outcome, friends.

It doesn't take much, folks: a drop of human kindness, the acknowledgment that we are people, unique and imperfect. In an inhospitable world, sometimes that is all it takes.

Thucydides observed how advancing troops tended to edge out towards their right,{18} their unshielded side. They had an instinctive desire to feel themselves more protected by the shields of their right-hand neighbours. Thus the right wing of a hoplite phalanx was apt to some degree to outflank the enemy’s left wing. The Spartans exploited this tendency by being able after outflanking their enemy’s left to wheel round and roll up the enemy line. This was the more possible because the Spartans advanced, as Milton says, “to flutes and soft recorders” rather than charged at speed. Their disciplined steadiness was not borne down by the impact of the enemy charge, their skill in front-line fighting compensated for its lack of momentum. The

Most people, ordinary citizens, regard Major League Baseball with a reverence bordering on foolishness. They believe an institution so old and storied must be honest at its core. Even after the '94 strike, even after steroids, they continue to believe. Baseball is the drunken uncle America keeps inviting back to Thanksgiving, even though we know he's going to puke and pass out on the floor.

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But now that I am in love with a place which doesn’t care how I look, or if I’m happy, happy is how I look

Dean taught me that it’s okay to have fears. Everyone has them. But if you lean on the people who love you, you can dig down deep and prove to yourself that you are strong, brave, and capable. Even if you’re on a roller-coaster.

Time cannot fully be perceived without shadows to reveal the passage of time from the sun projecting on Earth nor without a clock dial ticking nor without some type of perceivable movement. If all movement in the entire universe stopped simultaneously, most people would argue that time itself has also stopped. The famous pausing time element used in popular movies and shows is often depicted as all movement ceasing to occur. Therefore, it does not seem that time can be fully experienced without movement. Movement is the context required to understand what time is.

This is the real mystery of lucid dreams and real memories. I often ponder at what it means that I can feel like my dream and lucid dream memories are just as real as my real memories. On some level, this makes sense. I have directly experienced my dreams and lucid dreams from my first-person point of view. I experience waking life the same way. Only, in waking life, things tend to follow logical rules and forms remain stable according to those rules.

The sky was darker with black clouds. These people stopped in a black car and got out. They were all pale white bald men with long black sleeves attached to suits that were all black. Their eyes were wide and they had echoing voices when they talked. We went with them into a dark city that always looked like night. ​My parents, friends, and I were in this room with black walls and a low ceiling. There were no lights except a TV and window slits. A feeling of tension was in this small prison-like room. I also felt a danger outside when I looked out...

As I tried pulling this splinter, I noticed my dead skin had an open tear on one side. I pealed the whole dead skin circle off and this revealed a small scorpion in my finger that was hiding under my dead skin. I got the scorpion out and put the scorpion on the sink top in our small bathroom...one scorpion had a uniquely shaped exoskeleton, specifically on the tail. The tail had hexagonal and triangular shapes with a light metallic teal color.

The loss of all five senses seems to mean the loss of the individual’s connection with an external reality. What this might mean is the individual would come to solely rely on an internal reality. An internal reality is abstract and therefore hard to conceptualize. This also means an internal reality has little to no basis in the hard sciences...This person might be able to form new beliefs by going over memories stored within their brain despite no longer having a connection to the outside world. Memories could be another component of the internal reality, but only as long as that person lived long enough with some of the five senses to form memories, and then the five senses were removed.

I was in front of a big hole in the floor. A girl I liked fell into the hole. I wanted to go after her, but this old lady told me I would regret my decision. I jumped anyways, knowing I may die for her. But then everything stopped and I was floating next to her. We both had cards without faces on them. We floated down and somehow, I knew she was gone...I walked through a tunnel at the bottom of the pit with a white light at the end.

The bed was now a hospital bed. His legs, arms, and hands were covered in white bandages and gauzes...He said, sobbing slightly, “I don’t know what to do…I don’t know what to do,” his hands fell back down in frustration. I noticed his face was almost discolored. His left eye looked messy, and his right eye was nearly hanging out. It looked like deterioration. The parts of his eyelid that should be supporting his right eye were falling apart with pale, green-like holes. It was dry with no blood. It greatly disturbed me because I wanted to help him but didn’t know how.

I was applying for a job position at a counseling center in another state. Mom had driven me there and she had the car parked in front of the building...Tribal people in mossy costumes came in randomly and picked random people...When I looked out of the cave-like opening to the floor below, I saw what looked like a hellish place. This place had a concrete floor, stone and rock walls, and a massive open area. People were laying on the ground and they all had something wrong with them. One guy had his face burned off, exposing his facial muscles, parts of his skull, and his bone nasal cavity. Some young five-year-old girl had no legs but a single wormlike leg with no foot from her waist down. She was playing with this guy who only had one eye on his head. These people reminded me of carnival shows from way back in history. It seemed like the psychologists were testing our fears and what we can handle. When I looked at the floor, the floor was now a blue carpet.

Rob gave me a sticky note with incoherent symbols written on the yellow paper...I wanted to ask my dream something, so I asked this priest character, “Have you ever wondered, is this another dimension? You’re in another dimension.” My dream words were confused by the tension I felt building in this moment...The priest gave a puzzled expression...A lady who works at the bar came over to me in a hurry, upset. She told me sternly, “You need to leave.” ​I looked at Rob who was confused. I felt scared and said, “We should go,” trying to be inconspicuous with a low voice. Suddenly everyone in the dim room started looking at us. My fear increased and I wondered if I had just broken some type of dream rule. Before leaving, I made sure to give the priest the sticky note with the unknown symbols on it.