Alfa Quotes

     Illicit flight Alfa Bravo Charlie quickly reached a predetermined altitude and stopped dead. The passengers on board screamed the way people do on fairground rides. The shuttle hesitated momentarily and then shot forward accelerating rapidly to reach a blistering 145,222 miles per hour. They were in a Mach 22 situation. The cries from on-board could not be heard from the ground. Neither did anyone in the great metropolis of Llar witness the bright blue vapour trail the craft left behind in its wake. It was after all overcast and raining heavily.

     ‘The onboard computer just wants to say a few words before we leave.’      The speakers in the cabin crackled into life. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you on-board the presidential shuttle for tonight’s illicit flight, Alfa Bravo Charlie. I would just like to say it’s a pleasure to meet you all and thank you so much for coming here tonight to steal me. To be honest I don’t get out much these days so this is something of a special occasion.’      ‘It will be for us too if we get caught,’ Semilla said sardonically.

There is lonely, and there is alone time. I have found that both have etched character upon my soul.

Nick sat on the stairs, completely comatose. He stared straight ahead as if he'd been frozen in place. "Nick? You all right?" He didn't respond. Kyrian moved around him until he stood in front of him. He snapped his fingers in front of Nick's face. "Kid?" Nick blinked before he met Kyrian's gaze. "I'm not worthy," he said in a breathless tone. Baffled by his comment, Kyrian stared at him. "What?" Nick gestured towards his cars. "Dude that's a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Aston Martin, and a Bentley. And I'm not talking the cheap models. Those are the top of the top of the top of the line, fully loaded. I swear, that's real gold trim in the Bugatti. There's more money in metal in here than my brain can even tabulate. Oh my God! I shouldn't even be breathing the same air." Kyrian laughed at his awed tone. "It's all right, Nick. I need you to clean them." "Are you out of your ever-loving mind? What if I scratch them?" "You won't" "Nah I might. Those aren't cars, Kyrian. Those are works of art. I'm talking serious modes of transportation." "I know, and I drive them all the time." "No, no, no, no, no. I can't touch something so fine. I can't" Kyrian cuffed him on the shoulder. "Yes, you can. They don't bite, and they need to be washed.

It’s a nice dick,” Bambi said. “Oh my god, would you please not stare at my alfa’s junk?” “He’s pretty good with it too,” Jessie said. Joe growled at both of them as he followed his mate. Bambi laughed as Jessie flipped him off.

Her mind is a mess, and she has no intention of cleaning today.

She's fire...but she will not burn you. She knows all too well how it feels to live with ashes.

There are blondes and blondes and it is almost a joke word nowadays. All blondes have their points, except perhaps the metallic ones who are as blond as a Zulu under the bleach and as to disposition as soft as a sidewalk. There is the small cute blonde who cheeps and twitters, and the big statuesque blonde who straight-arms you with an ice-blue glare. There is the blonde who gives you the up-from-under look and smells lovely and shimmers and hangs on your arm and is always very tired when you take her home. She makes that helpless gesture and has that goddamned headache and you would like to slug her except that you are glad you found out about the headache before you invested too much time and money and hope in her. Because the headache will always be there, a weapon that never wears out and is as deadly as the bravo’s rapier or Lucrezia’s poison vial. There is the soft and willing and alcoholic blonde who doesn’t care what she wears as long as it is mink or where she goes as long as it is the Starlight Roof and there is plenty of dry champagne. There is the small perky blonde who is a little pal and wants to pay her own way and is full of sunshine and common sense and knows judo from the ground up and can toss a truck driver over her shoulder without missing more than one sentence out of the editorial in the Saturday Review. There is the pale, pale blonde with anemia of some non-fatal but incurable type. She is very languid and very shadowy and she speaks softly out of nowhere and you can’t lay a finger on her because in the first place you don’t want to and in the second place she is reading The Waste Land or Dante in the original, or Kafka or Kierkegaard or studying Provençal. She adores music and when the New York Philharmonic is playing Hindemith she can tell you which one of the six bass viols came in a quarter of a beat too late. I hear Toscanini can also. That makes two of them. And lastly there is the gorgeous show piece who will outlast three kingpin racketeers and then marry a couple of millionaires at a million a head and end up with a pale rose villa at Cap Antibes, an Alfa-Romeo town car complete with pilot and co-pilot, and a stable of shopworn aristocrats, all of whom she will treat with the affectionate absent-mindedness of an elderly duke saying goodnight to his butler.

Lost is not a place. It's a soul in paralysis... waiting to feel moved.

I had no regrets for those that had let me go. You see, I wanted the one that couldn't.

Kid?” – Kyrian “I’m not worthy.” – Nick “What?” – Kyrian “Dude, that’s a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Aston Martin, and Bentley. And I’m not talking the cheap models. Those are the top of the top of the top of the line, fully loaded. I swear, that’s real gold trim in the Bugatti. There’s more money in metal in here than my brain can even tabulate. Oh my God! I shouldn’t even be breathing the same air.” – Nick

How to raise sons who respect women: Never give them the opportunity to see you disrespect yourself.

Your ability to make me feel like I was less than I was, took awhile to recover from. But after ripping my own self worth to shreds for so long, I realized that I wasn't less just because I was more than your inexperienced hands could handle.

I never needed a Man. I needed a Viking. I needed someone who wasn't afraid of my strengths, or of my needs. I chose wrong... in the past. I thought I had to find someone who could put up with my hunger for life. But I was so damn wrong. I needed a Viking. I needed someone who would admire all the things about me that tepid men were intimidated by.

I know my worth. I’ve paid dearly for every ounce of it.

Love yourself. That kind of love can get you through anything.

We, Brandy and Alfa and me, we've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first. I have no native tongue.

por muy contentos que estuvieran mis padres de tenerme con ellos, yo era el alfa y la omega de su sufrimiento.

¿Tienes idea de cómo es crecer en un lugar donde todo el mundo está esperando a ver qué dices, sólo para poder estar de acuerdo contigo? [...] Es extremadamente aburrido. Nunca nadie te desafía o expresa una opinión diferente. Nunca nada te cuesta esfuerzo. Nacer para ser un “alfa” es eso: nacer para mandar. Para que todo el mundo se calle cuando tú hablas, baje la cabeza y obedezca. Todo es tan fácil, y tan aburrido, que al cabo de un tiempo llegas a odiarlo. -- Nikolai Valinchenko

Odiavo ferirlo. Quasi sempre riuscivo a non pensarci, ma la verità inesorabile era questa: loro potevano anche essere felici di avermi intorno, ma io ero l'alfa e l'omega della sofferenza dei miei genitori.

Let them howl. Let the wolves pant. You have evolved. You were not fashioned to run in a pack, or to be defined by the opinions of those who wish to limit your creativity. Let them howl. Let the wolves pant.

She's been through more hell than you'll ever know. But that's what gives her beauty an edge... You can't touch a woman who can wear pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck.

I want you. I want you inside and out. The parts you cover with laughter. The depth you shrug off with indifference. I want you. I want you to take me to the place you've hidden your heart. I want to walk by your side on this journey. You're worth it. We're worth it. Because... I want you.

Some poets write pages upon pages because their hearts have a song to sing and their melodies cannot be contained in a single stanza... and I find myself typing out a quote because my soul is still gasping for breath, and all the words form a single sentence: I miss us.

He kissed her good morning like she was the reason sun decided to shine.

I hurt in places that you brought back from the dead. Now I have to lay them to rest again.

Nuestros dos corazones son uno. Mi alfa y mi omega. Mi principio y mi fin”.

Nella natura selvaggia non ci sono le fiabe, non c'è la storia della Cenerentola. Il lupo di rango inferiore che sembra salire in cima al branco in realtà era sempre stato un alfa.

For all his Caribbean clothes and his Madison Avenue manners, even with his surfside apartment and his Alfa Romeo roadster, there was so much Kansas in Sanderson that it was embarrassing to see him deny it.

They will talk about you and it won't always be good. You won't even know them but they will critique you - and judge you - and everything you stand for. Their words will cut through your heart-strings and make you question the hopes and dreams that have gnawed your soul since birth. I warn you, because I believe your unique gift of expression needs to be shared. Resist cowering down and holding back for fear of rejection. Spread those creative wings and create. But, prepare yourself. Because naysayers are not a possibility, they are a guarantee.

You are not disposable. I know you feel that way when people choose to walk out of your life, but their emptiness causes space. And that vacant area of your life is desperately crying out for the one meant to take up residence. Let the angry tenant go. You don't want someone staying because you've begged and pleaded for their occupancy. You want the one who sees your quaking heart and says: "Honey I'm home".

Some people are so accepting of mediocrity, that they think that living a passion filled life is a fairytale. Prove them wrong.

Me fallaron las patas y se me hundieron las paletillas cuando cayó sobre mí la fuerza de su edicto. Acabé a sus pies, tirado sobre la tripa. Ningún miembro de la manada podía desobedecer a su Alfa. •¿Que por qué no me largué? Ah, sí, vale, porque soy imbécil , pág. 232

I don't compete against other women. To uplift others means I'm never looking down on them. I applaud their strength, and I remind them that we never know how strong we are until we are tested. And this life will test you... But it's not a competition. I want us all to make it.

«Mancano venti miglia a Limerick» disse, mostrandosi molto interessata al percorso. «So leggere i cartelli, grazie» rispose lui, gelido. Piera sbuffò. «Volevo solo rendermi utile, non mettere in dubbio le tue doti di maschio alfa!» La frase le uscì male, provocatoria senza volerlo essere, e infatti, piccato, lui emise un ah! alquanto sarcastico e batté il pugno con violenza sul volante, facendo suonare il clacson. Piera sussultò, sorpresa se non spaventata. «Mi sento di tutto, ti assicuro, tranne che maschio, alfa, beta o delta che sia.» Ecco, ci siamo. «E per il quieto vivere» proseguì lui, «farò persino finta che la notte scorsa tu non mi abbia trattato come un sex-toy…» Questa volta un ah! sarcastico uscì dalle labbra di Piera. «Un sex cosa? Scusa, non ho capito bene.» «Un sex-toy.» «Non so neppure cosa sia.» «Non ne avevo il minimo dubbio.» «Lo prendo come un complimento.» «Prendilo come vuoi. Coniglietti, AH!» «Cosa c’entrano i conigli, adesso?» «Lascia perdere.» «No, spiegati, per favore.» «Una che dorme con dei conigli addosso non può certo sapere cosa sia un sex-toy.» «Ohhh! La mia camicia da notte non è di tuo gusto? Va’ al diavolo, Jean!»

... I don't know what I feel anymore, or maybe it's that I don't know HOW to feel anymore. I question every move I make, every breath I take, and every flutter of an eyelash. I've developed a twitch from always being on guard. I'm alert at night, and numb during the day, but I'm always ready. Maybe, I can intercept tragedy from striking again.

I am worthy of touch without bartering my self worth.

I hear you knocking but I can't let you in. The last time almost killed me. Love, My heart

I wanted it to be you. I wanted your eyes to be locked with mine during every fear and tear experienced throughout my lifetime.

I have waltzed with wolves and howled at the moon. But my heart will always remember the slow-dance that ended much too soon.

Love does not pay attention to timetables or knock when it is convenient for you. True love shows up unexpectedly, bags fully packed, daring you to offer it a place to stay.

Nothing is as endearing as a handwritten letter scribed by the person who holds your heart spellbound.

How do you know they aren't the one? At the first sight of total disregard for your hurt, your gut will feel uneasy. I'm reminding you to listen up.

And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?

There are days when my imagination in my enemy. It likes to keep me company in my darkest of times and romanticizes a past that was more of a horror story than a fairytale.

It was in the words he didn't say... that I found all the answers to my questions.

The reality is we don’t see her when she finds her quiet place and lets her shoulders fall. We don’t see her scrub her face and find herself unrecognizable in the mirror.

A la estrella más brillante de una constelación se le llama alfa. Pensé que tal vez querías decir que ella era como tu estrella más brillante

I am deep. therefore you can't wade in the kiddie pool and expect to find me." - Alfa "And I've never wanted to drown until now." - JmStorm

I have no doubt that Taylor Swift will call one day after suffering writers block: "Alfa, I was told that you were the person to call." I gotcha girlfriend.

Arranca elétrons de mim, arranca. Jorra partículas alfa em mim, jorra.

Teraz, gdy nie ma już Szaraka, który miał się za samca alfa (dopóki nie przekonał się, że alfą była jego żona), łatwiej było rozdzielić zadania

8 Yo soy el Alfa y la Omega, principio y fin, dice el Señor, el que es y que era y que ha de venir, el Todopoderoso.

I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I've found out Ghosts don't hide under my bed or in my closets either. They exist in plain sight - everyday; Conjured up by 'our song' playing on the radio. By the mailman's blue eyes that are so like yours I could get utterly lost in them. They come as raindrops, kissing my skin... the way you used to. Ghosts are everywhere.

It may happen once or perhaps several times during your lifetime, but you'll meet a 'soulmate'. The bond will be instantaneous. They'll be a perfect fit for the empty indention your heart has for rent, and you'll almost think you 'wished' them into existence. One touch... and every pent-up emotion you have buried, will flood your aching heart. The magic is never more apparent that when you realize each of your souls are a perfect template of each other.

You think it's easy to forget someone who made you look forward to tomorrow... And I hope you never experience convincing a paralyzed heart to keep on beating when it simply wants to die.

Perché devi riferire a Dolf e all’alfa del lupo mannaro?” “Perché siamo compagni. Perché presto farai parte della colonia. Perché sei stato minacciato, e nessuno minaccia ciò che è mio.” “Sono tuo?” Fui investito da un’ondata di calore. Era buffo come due parole potessero avere un tale effetto su di me. Mi piaceva pensare che ero suo. Heller baciò la mia spalla nuda. “Assolutamente. E io sono tuo.” E anche quello mi piaceva

¿Cuál sería, oh Ruskin, la verdadera “ética del polvo”? En el polvo se nace, en él se muere. El polvo es el alfa y el omega. ¿Y si fuera el verdadero dios? Acaso el polvo sea el tiempo mismo, sustentáculo de la conciencia.

Maybe John will come with me wherever it is I go, but whenever I picture the open highway, my only companion is a box of mix tapes. I decide to write a new story for Monday, one that looks to the future rather then the past, about a woman who starts a new life by making off with a stolen sports car, an Alfa Romeo spider convertible, and she drives west from Jersey to California, robbing banks and evading the law and breaking stereotypes and hearts.

I'm not simple. Loving me will never be easy. I bring every travesty that's rocked me- with me, to the table. I won't pretend to be something I'm not, and I don't expect you to be blemish free either. That's much too boring of an existence. A past means you've lived, you've prevailed. My ears are open. My heart is accepting. I want to know how you are. I want to know what made you... and I want to feel free to share the 'not so pretty' parts of me, with you.

THE NINE WORLDS OF THE ODINIC MYSTERIES.      The Nordic Mysteries were given in nine chambers, or caverns, the candidate advancing through them in sequential order. These chambers of initiation represented the nine spheres into which the Drottars divided the universe: (1) Asgard, the Heaven World of the Gods; (2) Alf-heim, the World of the light and beautiful Elves, or Spirits; (3) Nifl-heim, the World of Cold and Darkness, which is located in the North; (4) Jotun-heim, the World of the Giants, which is located in the East; (5) Midgard, the Earth World of human beings, which is located in the midst, or middle place; (6) Vana-heim, the World of the Vanes, which is located in the West; (7) Muspells-heim, the World of Fire, which is located in the South; 8) Svart-alfa-heim, the World of the dark and treacherous Elves, which is under the earth; and (9) Hel-heim, the World of cold and the abode of the dead, which is located at the very lowest point of the universe. It is to be understood that all of these worlds are invisible to the senses, except Midgard, the home of human creatures, but during the process of initiation the soul of the candidate—liberated from its earthly sheath by the secret power of the priests—wanders amidst the inhabitants of these various spheres. There is undoubtedly a relationship between the nine worlds of the Scandinavians and the nine spheres, or planes, through which initiates of the Eleusinian Mysteries passed in their ritual of regeneration.

Nemmeno con tutta la terapia del mondo avrei imparato ad affrontare in modo razionale i miei periodi di crisi, così li temevo. Li temevo con un istinto animalesco e primordiale, come il terrore del buio o l’impulso di ritrarsi dal fuoco. In tutti quegli anni avevo imparato una sola cosa: la depressione è sempre lì, in agguato. Non ha inizio né fine, né limiti, non esiste un altro mondo al di fuori di essa. È la prima, l’ultima, l’unica, l’alfa e l’omega. I ricordi di tempi migliori muoiono sulle sue spiagge desolate. Le voci annegano nei suoi mari. La mente diventa prigioniera di se stessa.

Se le ocurrió que los psicoanalistas varones eran como machos cabríos: les gustaba tener una manada de mujeres dependientes, sumisas, frustradas, que trabajaban para él y lo consultaban acerca de todas las cosas, como si él fuera el gran macho, el macho Alfa, el patriarca, la autoridad suprema, Dios.

Creación desde la nada. ¿Qué tiene en el bolso? Un engendro con el cordón umbilical arrastrando, amorrado en paño bermejo. El cordón de todos enlaza con el pasado, cable cabitrenzado de toda carne. Por eso los monjes místicos. ¿Querríais ser como dioses? Miraos vuestro omphalos. ¡Oiga! Aquí Kinch. Pón-game con Villaedén. Alef, alfa: cero, cero, uno.

työttömien onnellisuuskonsulttien joukkoitsemurha alkoi rauhoittavalla joogalla oisko mitään akuutteja hyviä mindfulness-tekniikoita jotain mikä pärisee nopeesti

In case you didn't know... You are her. The one he let get away.

Having to explain to someone how they hurt you, always feels like an ass kicking... again.

What is it about those unresolved endings that cause you to question every decision when you're trying to move forward?

I've never met anyone who loves in the same way. But that's the beauty of finding the heart meant for yours. The right love will accept the 'not so lovable' parts of you too.

I don't want comfortable. My heart is not a recliner.

Our spirits are connected honey. Wrapped in firsts of gnarled heartache. But I promise not to let go if you don't.

Tell me about the love you've lost. Maybe my story won't seem so horrifying.

He said he'd never opened up to anyone... But that confiding in me, was like learning to breathe all over again. I don't know about you, but how do you turn away from that?

If you find yourself still clinging to every feeling you thought was lost forever... Maybe, just maybe, it's the only place you can be found.

The day she realized they were never meant to be, is the day she now calls her - Birthday.

I write about pain so you know you're not alone. I've felt it too. I'm releasing it... in hope that you will too.

I was feeling a bit overwhelmed earlier. Thinking - what if it doesn't work out this time... again. And then I remembered my rebound rate is pretty damn good. It's my super power.

That you were able to walk away, gives me my answer as plain as day.

I loved him... much more than I liked him. And therein was the beginning of the end.

I used to worry about tomorrow, but that was before I survived yesterday. Now it's one breath at a time.

He pushed her so far away that when he tried to find her again... she was light years beyond his reach.

What have we become? We're strangers who used to be lovers... playing at being friends. And... how screwed up is that?

The hardest thing she ever had to do is swallow the hurt, carry the pain tucked up under her ribcage, and wait... until she birthed strength, forgiveness, and peace.

My heart has been wanting to make that phone call for a long time. Maybe next year...

Days like today, I'm thankful for rain. My smeared mascara is... justified.

If I had known his favorite game was mental twister, I would have suggested a movie over game night.

I never asked anything of him, yet he gave me everything. he did not run...

Experience taught me that when pride wins... we all lose.

I am often asked what made me the way I am. And my answer is always this: I've always been me. It just took awhile to find me under all the rubble.

If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

Keep yourself as busy as you can. Try and forget. But even with 7 billion other distractions... you don't forget me.

Heartache wasn't my intention... love was.

Život je lep kako bi rekao pesnik opisujući lepotu života.

Cukup diam disitu , tak usah saling memperhatikan. biarlah kita saling melupakan karena hujan pasti akan berhenti

I wish I could take back every ounce of my heart that I gave away. Does that make me selfish, or just regretful? All I know know is that I'm left with an empty space, and it misses what it lost.

Alfa puede referirse a lo primero de algo— dijo Kai, —O el principio de todo. Se puede atribuir a una persona particularmente poderosa o carismática, o puede significar ser el líder dominante en una manada de animales, sobre todo, por supuesto en los lobos—. Su expresión seria se convirtió brevemente en una sonrisa burlona. —Tiene significados en química, física, e incluso en la astronomía, donde se la describe como la estrella más brillante de una constelación. Pero parece claro que Zeev y Scarlet han creado su propia definición de la palabra, y su relación ha dado a esta palabra un nuevo significado para todos nosotros. Ser un Alfa significa que le harás frente a todas las adversidades para estar con tu pareja. Significa aceptarse entre sí, tanto con las virtudes como con los defectos. Esto significa forjar su propio camino a la felicidad y al amor.

I lost him completely and without warning. Ripped from my life like a breath snatched from my soul. And after all this time, I plead with myself to breathe in... and I pray to the Universe to give back what it took away.

She knows he's not the same. He's different now. The eyes that once held too much contain nothing at all. He is colorless. Faded like sun-drenched wallpaper. The man that stands before her has no answers to her questions, and no ointment for her fears.

- Me tengo que ir, Erre - dijo Margot con una tristeza que se le trasparentaba en la voz. - Chido. Tal vez Margot esperaba que el Erre le dijera algo así como "quédate otro ratito", como ella le decía cuando él iba a su casa. O tal vez que le preguntara adónde iba y poder decirle que tenía una importante misión que cumplir, tal vez ver brillar en sus ojos esa chispa de admiración que siempre brillaba en los de ella. Pero bueno, el Erre era el Erre y sólo dijo su palabra más común, después de un par de segundos más. - Chido.

Your ability to make me feel like I was less than I was took a while to recover from. But after ripping my own self worth to shreds for so long, I realized that I wasn't less just because I was more than your inexperienced hands could handle... and that is your loss.

En un tiempo en que la psicología estaba marcada por el imperio del conductismo, la epistemología experimental positivista y el creciente dominio del psicoanálisis, y cuando la noción de fases de desarrollo a duras penas podía asociarse a otra cosa que no fuera aquello que por entonces se convertía en el alfa y omega del estudio de la personalidad: el niño, el yoga Kundalini ofreció a Jung un modelo de algo que estaba enteramente ausente en la psicología occidental: una exposición de las fases de desarrollo de la consciencia superior.

In den beginne: de kracht Hier en nu: de kracht Aan het einde van het einde: de kracht Hier, daar, overal: de kracht Van alfa tot omega: de kracht In de hemel, op aarde: de kracht In het grootste, in het kleinste: de kracht In het vuur, in het water, in de aarde, in de lucht: de kracht In mij, in jou, in iedereen: de kracht Boven mij, onder mij, rondom mij: de kracht In mijn gedachten, in mijn woorden, in mijn daden: de kracht De kracht is alles Al het leven, alle intelligentie, alle liefde De kracht is de enige realiteit en zo is het!

Ora sarebbe sceso di sotto, avrebbe afferrato Rio e lo avrebbe soffocato di baci. I suoi morsi voraci avrebbero marchiato la pelle soda che era stata sua, testimoniando al mondo intero il suo possesso. Insieme, avrebbero riscattato le loro vite e sarebbero stati felici

Love is not complicated. It just 'is'. The complicated part is finding two souls who are feeling it as the same time in their lives... and for each other. Feeling it so deep that they're willing to fight every second of the day to keep it alive. That's the complicated part.

Staying Strong When you acknowledge pain, you validate its impact on your life. There will be those who will try to disregard your hurt or downplay its intensity. Try as you may, you will never be able to make them understand how it affected you. How it severed your confidence. How it reshaped your thinking. How you spiraled downward into someone you couldn't recognize anymore. They will not understand how those hands held and hurt you until you were immobile and helpless to reach out. They wrongly believe that anxiety and depression are self-inflicted.

Los antiguos griegos tenían una costumbre digna de mención: a los que hubieran perecido quemados, a los que hubieran sido devorados por los cráteres de los volcanes, a los que hubiesen sido enterrados bajo la lava, a los que las fieras hubiesen despedazado o los hubiesen engullido los tiburones, a los que se hubieran repartido los buitres en los desiertos, se les construía en su patria los llamados «cenotafios», las tumbas vacías, porque el cuerpo es el fuego, el agua o la tierra, pero el alma es el alfa y el omega, a ella es a quien hay que construir el santuario.

I always wanted you close. Never more than a heartbeat away. I used to think I wanted you most when I was at my weakest, and relying on your strength. But the truth is, even on the days I raged like a lion, and had no need of a 'pat on the back' - I still found myself wanting to lean on you.

I don't know when I fell in love with you, but I have fallen deeper and harder than anyone else in my life. You've become my world. I can't imagine a day without you by my side, an hour without your smile, a minute without hearing you laugh, and a second without you in my life. She opened her mouth, and I shook my head. I will spend my life protecting you and being worthy of being yours, I've never wanted anything as badly as I want you to be mine, walking through life together hand and hand, and waking up with you next to me each morning makes my life so much sweeter than I ever thought possible

To the person in my future...I hope you're ready, because I'm going to love you... fiercely. You'll never have to suffer for my past heartache. It's taught me that I need love more than the absence of it. I'm not perfect, nor is my track record. I've experienced a lot of takers in my life - but I'll love you with every part of me that remains.

kaikki pettää sisuskalut sisu ja kalu ravista ennen käyttöä suositellaan etenkin laulajille, puhujille ja tupakoitsijoille pelkureille, valehtelijoille, runkkareille tarjoaisin pateettisuuteni pateita mutta olet vegaani onko näissä essoissa liivatetta syöt minua silmilläsi kunnes näet että minussa on kaikkea sitä mikä saa sinut voimaan pahoin ja kutisemaan

Just because she doesn't talk about it, doesn't mean she isn't feeling it. She hurts, but she won't wear it on her sleeve. She will never let an illness, a diagnosis, or a prediction, define her. She doesn't want sympathy, because that type of attention is not her goal. She'd rather you see the woman who smiles in the face of adversity, than be the one who begs you to see her frown.

pidin itsestäni kun olin laiha ja ilmeetön nyt kaikki nuoruuden sentimentaalisuus vyöryy taas lävitseni mä rakastan kaikkia paitsi niitä joita vihaan mä haluan myydä veritimantteja ja kuolla viidakkoon minkä ikäinen jeesus oli kun se kuoli 2pac oli 25 se ei oo mitään mä oon jo liian vanha interreilaamaan 30 ja reppu selässä hyi vittu oliko morrissey aina noin mulkku vai tuliko siitä vasta vanhetessa tollanen onko se kulttuuriappropriaatiota vittu mikä sana jos musta tuntuu että sisälläni asuu neuroottinen juutalainen ukko joka haluaa vain syödä pastraminsa rauhassa itke suihkussa aurinkolasit päässä usher: yeah onko käteen vetämisestä jäänyt aina näin paska fiilis vai onko tääkin vain ikääntymistä en erota enää paniikkikohtauksia orgasmeista post post post alfa alfa alfa ilman puudutusta kiitos herään leikkauspöydältä veitsi vielä sisälläni olemme pahoillamme sukupolvenne oli amputoitava terveellä jalalla voit vielä hypätä benjihypyn narulla tai ilman

You're asking yourself if you will ever get over it. - I don't believe we ever do. Getting over something implies you floated on past the pain, blew kisses, and waved goodbye while leaping to freedom. I've never been able to jump after having the contents of my heart scattered and sewn over fields that will produce memory-laden blooms. The thing is... you get through it. But the seeds have been planted. Those memories grow. And every morning I still hear: 'He loved me. He loved me not.

The Beginning Meet me back at the beginning. Where the stars lined up and parted the skies, drawing a line from me to you. Meet me in the space. Where we reached inside the darkness, touched hearts, and found each other. Meet me under the trees. Where we lay, spending countless hours retelling our pasts in grand detail. Meet me under the arch. Where we professed our love and promised for better or for worse. Meet me at worse. Where we chose to ignore the promises and the trees as we navigated the dark void of stars.

Dişi aslanlar eğer ki yavru bakımını sürdürüyorlarsa adet döngüsüne  girmezler. Ta ki yavrular yeterince büyüyüp yuvayı terk edene kadar. Ondan sonra dişi aslan tekrar çiftleşmeye hazır hale gelir. Ancak erkek aslanlar bunu bekleyemeyecek kadar sabırsızlardır. Eğer ki zayıf olduğunu hissettiği yavruları varsa, bunları kendi dişleri ve pençeleriyle öldürerek dişileri tekrar üreme döngüsüne girmeye zorlarlar. Bu sayede, üreyemeyecek kadar yaşlanmadan önce, uyum başarısı daha yüksek yavrular üretmeyi başarabilirler. Bu, cinsel seçilimin doğal seçilimi baskılamasının baş döndürücü bir örneğidir. Ancak bebek katliamı aslanlarda sadece aile içerisinde görülmez. Bir erkek aslan, bir diğer sürünün başındaki alfa erkeği yenerek o sürüye el koyarsa, hızla o erkeğin 9 aylıktan daha ufak olan yavrularını öldürmeye başlayabilir. Bu sayede sürüdeki dişileri tekrardan adet döngüsüne girmeye zorlar. Bu süreçte dişiler olanca güçleriyle yavrularını korurlar. Bu da, yine doğal seçilimin ve akraba seçiliminin devreye girmesi ve cinsel seçilimin baskısına karşı gelmeye çalışması anlamına gelir. Hangi seçilim kuvveti daha baskında, evrim o yöne doğru ilerler. 

En teoría, para disfrutar de la poliamoría los hombres tienen que aprender a respetar la libertad de sus compañeras, y a cuidar a todas las mujeres con las que se relacionan sexual y sentimentalmente. Pero en la práctica, a algunos les cuesta muchísimo porque siguen necesitando acumular conquistas, y siguen anhelando tener a varias mujeres sufriendo por ellos a cambio de unas migajas de amor. Para muchos hombres todavía resulta muy difícil ser coherente. Les cuesta ser consecuentes con lo que dicen, sienten, piensan y hacen, porque son muchos siglos los que llevan actuando como les da la gana. Siguen exigiendo a sus compañeras que sean sinceras y fieles, pero ellos no pueden serlo porque continúan viviendo esta enorme contradicción: ser a la vez buena persona y macho alfa.

Od tej chvíle som nebola Raine Zair, dievča, ktoré sa muselo postaviť na vlastné nohy a naučiť sa žiť s tým, čo pre ňu osud pripravil. Bola som Raine Acary, manželka, alfa vlčica, alba lupus, a žena, ktorá mala za úlohu ochrániť to, čo jej bolo najdrahšie.

E lhe disse todas as letras com grande esmero e clareza desde o Alfa até o Omega. Jesus porém fixou seus olhos no rabino Zaqueu e lhe disse: “Como te atreves a explicar Beta aos outros, se tu mesmo ignoras a natureza do Alfa? Hipócrita! Explica primeiro a letra A, se é que sabes, e depois acreditaremos em tudo o que disseres com relação a B”. Depois começou a interrogar o professor sobre a primeira letra, porém este não pôde responder-lhe.

Actions Prevail Communication is good, but it cannot replace actions. You cannot talk your way through life without ever lifting your hands to work.

— E a alegação da CIA de que os Alfanos estão interessados na aquisição de Alfa III M2? — objetou Chuck. — Possivelmente esta parte é verdadeira — concedeu a matéria viscosa — É típico dos Alfanos não desistir, cultivar esperanças… Afinal de contas, a lua faz parte do sistema deles. Mas francamente — posso falar assim? — a teoria do pessoal da CIA me parece um monte de suspeitas fortuitas e desprezíveis; alguns fatos dispersos unidos por meio de uma estrutura intrincada de teorias elaboradas para esse fim. Segundo esta teoria, cada um possui fabulosos poderes para intriga. Podem elaborar uma hipótese bem menos complexa com um pouco mais de bom senso, e como empregado da CIA, o senhor deve ter a consciência de que, como todas as agências de inteligência, a esta falta a qualidade do bom senso.

Todos tomamos vuelos regulares de líneas aéreas; Armstrong se fue en su avión privado. A mí, esa ostentación me parecía algo fantástico. Era un espectáculo, una forma de intimidar al resto. Era el macho alfa del grupo de gorilas. Y a mí me deslumbraba, como me habían deslumbrado hacía un par de años Nibali y el equipo júnior de Italia. Para mí, el ciclismo y la pompa iban de la mano. Yo no quería pasar por la vida como un ser gris pedaleando con fuerza en su bicicleta. Quería ser uno de los gorilas más grandes, sobre la bicicleta y cuando me bajaba de ella. Quería tener el papel principal en cualquier obra en la que interviniese. No quería esperar, no quería ir paso a paso. Ni se me pasaba por la cabeza participar ese año en el Campeonato de los Países Bajos de contrarreloj en la categoría Sub-23: yo pretendía, y lo iba a conseguir, correr con los profesionales. Antes de la competición, le dije al director deportivo de mi equipo, Nico Verhoeven, que iba a ganar. Y gané.

Rage spewed through my gut hot and liquid and full of pain. Because he’d hurt my Rosa. My piccola lupa, my lupa alfa.

of some non-fatal but incurable type. She is very languid and very shadowy and she speaks softly out of nowhere and you can’t lay a finger on her because in the first place you don’t want to and in the second place she is reading The Waste Land or Dante in the original, or Kafka or Kierkegaard or studying Provençal. She adores music and when the New York Philharmonic is playing Hindemith she can tell you which one of the six bass viols came in a quarter of a beat too late. I hear Toscanini can also. That makes two of them. And lastly there is the gorgeous show piece who will outlast three kingpin racketeers and then marry a couple of millionaires at a million a head and end up with a pale rose villa at Cap Antibes, an Alfa-Romeo town car complete with pilot and co-pilot, and a stable of shopworn aristocrats, all of whom she will treat with the affectionate absent-mindedness of an elderly duke saying goodnight to his butler. The dream across the way was none of these, not even of that kind of world.

Aziz Sancar "Dahi olsaydım, onun yaptığını ben de yapardım" diyenlere şöyle cevap veriyor: "Çoğu insan zekaya inanır, ben inanmıyorum. Bizi birbirimizden ayıran emektir. Ben çalışmaya inanıyorum.

Cierre los ojos y llévelos hacia arriba, marcando un ángulo de 20 grados. Por razones que todavía no se alcanzan a comprender, con sólo poner los ojos en esta posición basta para inducir al cerebro a producir el nivel Alfa. Ahora, poco a poco, a intervalos de dos segundos aproximadamente, cuente de forma regresiva del cien al uno. Al hacerlo, concentre su mente en esto y se encontrará a nivel Alfa en el primer intento.

Senza maschi Il cristianesimo cattolico, per quanto nella dottrina sia saldamente in mano ai maschi, nella prassi parrocchiale ha attratto soprattutto donne e bambini, il che dice già tanto del fatto che il suo messaggio presenti forse più contraddizioni con un certo modo di pensare la maschilità che non con il femminismo. Perché un culto riconosciuto come strutturalmente maschilista attira cosí poco i maschi? Perché secondo una certa idea di virilità l'uomo deve vivere la fede con pudore e riserbo, quasi vergognandosene. La maschilità tossica non ammette che manifesti in maniera troppo aperta gesti ispirati alla misericordia, alla dolcezza d'animo, alla cura e alla volontà di perdono, considerate mollezze di cuore delle femmine. Il cristianesimo, col suo Gesú morto inchiodato alla croce o il cuore esposto grondante sangue, non è una religione per maschi alfa.

Untuk alasan yang amat berbeda, pribadi yang pemalu dan introver mungkin memilih untuk menghabiskan hari mereka dengan bekerja di belakang layar seperti mencipta atau meneliti, atau menggenggam tangan orang lain yang sedang sakit berat — atau dalam posisi pemimpin yang mereka laksanakan dengan kompetensi yang tenang. Ini bukanlah peran-peran alfa, tetapi manusia yang memainkannya tetaplah tokoh-tokoh panutan.

La fórmula es cabalgar el tigre de la protesta, venga de donde venga, con soluciones simplistas y de alto impacto mediático. Vivir de simulaciones y de imágenes vendibles en el mercado electoral es alfa y omega.

Como mis propias investigaciones han demostrado que el poder de las palabras se intensifica enormemente en los niveles meditativos, he hecho algunas adaptaciones de este método. A nivel Alfa y Theta, decimos: «Cada día me siento mejor, en todos los sentidos.» Lo decimos tan sólo una vez durante la sesión de meditación. Y también (por influencia del doctor Coué): «Los pensamientos negativos y las sugestiones negativas no tienen influencia alguna sobre mí en ningún nivel mental.»

Chichén Itzá a Alfa Centauri, la intolerancia no es civilizada. Si no puedes distinguir la fe del odio, eres la personificación de la impiedad.

De Chichén Itzá a Alfa Centauri, a intolerância não é civilizada. Se você não consegue distinguir a fé do ódio, você é a personificação da impiedade.

Lifin üç süper gücü vardır: Öncelikle nişastayı glikoz moleküllerine parçalayan alfa-amilazın aksiyonunu azaltır. İkinci olarak, gastrik boşalmayı yavaşlatır: Lif olduğu zaman, yiyecek lavabodan boruya daha yavaş geçer. Son olarak ince bağırsakta koyu kıvamlı bir ağ oluşturur ve bu ağ, glikozun kan dolaşımına karışmasını zorlaştırır. Bu mekanizmalar aracılığıyla lif, sonrasında lavaboya inen her glikozun parçalanmasını ve emilimini yavaşlatır: Sonuç olarak lif, glikoz eğrilerimizi düzleştirir. Liften sonra yediğimiz her nişasta veya şekerin vücudumuz üzerinde daha az etkisi olacaktır. Yemekten aynı zevki alırız ama onunla ilgili daha az sonuçla karşılaşırız.

Para la mayoría de las personas, a menos que estemos en reposo, el cerebro está generando constantemente ondas beta que se pueden medir. Cuando estamos en reposo, el cerebro generalmente emite ondas alfa, que son más lentas y de mayor amplitud. Las alfa representan un estado de reposo, por lo que una meditación básica de relajación correspondería a un estado alfa.

Años después, en el 2005, se identificó otra área influenciada por la respiración y con fuerte implicación en la reacción emocional, la corteza orbitofrontal, situada sobre la cuenca de los ojos en la parte frontal del cerebro. Es una de las zonas más importantes para el bienestar; una de las áreas que más aumenta de tamaño en momentos o épocas de disfrute. La corteza orbitofrontal experimenta un incremento anatómico cuando entrenamos el altruismo o agradecimiento. Aproximadamente medio segundo después de cada inspiración se produce en la corteza orbitafrontal un fenómeno conocido como «inspiración alfa». En cada inspiración, las neuronas de esta estructura oscilan al ritmo alfa, el himno del cerebro. No puedo imaginar el alcance de los beneficios que supondría enseñar a respirar desde la escuela. Adultos que sepan respirar o, al menos, que sepan que no saben respirar. El

La mayoría de los hombres son débiles y fluyen en la miseria entre el miedo a la muerte y las dificultades de la vida, no están dispuestos a vivir y, sin embargo, no saben cómo morir".

Radia Hosni, mhitimu wa mikanda miwili myeusi ya sanaa za mapigano za kareti na kung’fu katika ngazi ya dani mbili za kung’fu na dani moja ya kareti, mwanajeshi wa Tunisia aliyepata mafunzo ya kawaida ya kijeshi nchini Ufaransa na mafunzo ya kikomandoo nchini Uingereza kabla ya kujiunga na Tume ya Dunia, alikuwa mshindi wa tuzo ya shujaa wa taifa la Tunisia. Hussein Kashoggi alipokuwa akiwasili Tunis kutokea Copenhagen, Radia alikuwa katika Uwanja wa Mpira wa El Menzah akiangalia mechi kati ya Stade Tunisien na Espérance ST – timu ambayo mchumba wake Fathi Meoki alikuwa kocha msaidizi. Fujo zilipozuka, baada ya Stade Tunisien kufungwa bao moja kwa sifuri na Espérance ST, Radia alipanda Quadrifoglio na kuondoka kuelekea Uwanja wa Ndege wa Tunis-Carthage; ambapo alimpokea Hussein Kashoggi na jambazi wa Kolonia Santita, Delfina Moore.

Jak dość powszechnie dzisiaj wiadomo, w 1996 roku Sokal wysłał do amerykańskiego magazynu „Social Text” artykuł zatytułowany Transgresja granic. Ku transformatywnej hermeneutyce kwantowej grawitacji. Ów tekst był od początku do końca jednym wielkim nonsensem. Stanowił starannie wycyzelowaną parodię postmodernistycznych metagłupot. Inspiracją była książka Paula Grossa i Normana Levitta Higher Superstition: the academic left and its quarrels with science — ważna pozycja, która zasługuje na to, by zyskać w Wielkiej Brytanii równie duży rozgłos jak w Stanach Zjednoczonych. Nie mogąc uwierzyć w to, co w niej przeczytał, Sokal sięgnął po literaturę postmodernistyczną i przekonał się, że Gross i Levitt nie przesadzają. Postanowił coś z tym zrobić. Gary Kamiya skomentował to następująco: Każdy, kto spędził dużo czasu na mozolnym przedzieraniu się przez obskuranckie, pełne obłudy, naszpikowane żargonem brednie uchodzące dziś za „wybitną” myśl humanistyczną, wiedział, że prędzej czy później coś takiego musi się zdarzyć: że jakiś błyskotliwy naukowiec uzbrojony w nie tak znowu tajne hasła („hermeneutyka”, „transgresja”, „Lacanowski”, „hegemonia” — żeby wymienić tylko kilka z nich) napisze całkowicie zmyślony artykuł, złoży go w modnym piśmie i doprowadzi do jego opublikowania. […] Tekst Sokala zawiera właściwą terminologię. Odwołuje się do najważniejszych autorytetów. Wali z grubej rury w grzeszników (białego człowieka, „realny świat”) i pochyla się nad cnotliwymi (kobietami, metafizycznym szaleństwem). […] A przy tym wszystkim jest kompletnym, czystym bełkotem — co jakoś umknęło uwadze odpowiedzialnych redaktorów „Social Text”, którzy muszą teraz czuć się równie źle jak Trojanie następnego ranka po wprowadzeniu do miasta pięknego, wielkiego konia. Redaktorom pisma artykuł Sokala musiał się wydać prawdziwym darem, ponieważ został napisany przez fizyka mówiącego wszystko to, co chcieli usłyszeć, atakującego „hegemonię postoświecenia” i takie niemodne koncepcje jak istnienie realnego świata. Nie wiedzieli, że autor naszpikował tekst wierutnymi bzdurami naukowymi z gatunku tych, które każdy posiadacz dyplomu licencjackiego z fizyki mógłby z łatwością wskazać. Artykuł nie został jednak wysłany do żadnego recenzenta posiadającego choćby takie kwalifikacje. Redaktor Andrew Ross i jego współpracownicy byli zadowoleni, że tekst jest zgodny z ich ideologią, i zapewne schlebiały im odsyłacze do ich własnych prac. Ten żałosny przykład nieudolności zasłużenie przyniósł im w 1996 roku Nagrodę Ig Nobla w dziedzinie literatury. Pomimo tej kompromitacji i feministycznych pretensji redaktorzy ci nadal są „samcami alfa” na akademickim tokowisku. Sam Andrew Ross ma wystarczająco dużo prymitywnej pewności siebie wynikającej z piastowania stałego etatu profesorskiego, żeby mówić: „Cieszę się, że mam z głowy wydziały anglistyki. Nienawidzę literatury, a wydziały anglistyki są pełne ludzi, którzy ją kochają”. Nie brakuje mu także prostackiego samozadowolenia, które pozwoliło mu zacząć książkę o „naukoznawstwie” słowami: „Ta książka jest dedykowana wszystkim nauczycielom nauk ścisłych, których nigdy nie miałem. Z nimi nie mogłaby powstać”. On i jego koledzy zajmujący się „naukoznawstwem” i „kulturoznawstwem” nie są nieszkodliwymi dziwakami wegetującymi w prowincjonalnych college’ach. Wielu z nich piastuje katedry na najważniejszych amerykańskich uniwersytetach. Tacy jak oni zasiadają w komisjach zatrudniających ludzi na uczelniach, decydując o losie młodych naukowców, którzy mogliby sekretnie pragnąć uczciwej kariery naukowej na przykład w dziedzinie literaturoznawstwa albo antropologii. W świecie nauki jest wielu uczciwych ludzi, którzy chętnie przemówiliby pełnym głosem, gdyby mieli

Não se trata de subir, velho ídolo mental desmentido pela história, velha cenoura que já não engana o burro. Não se trata de aperfeiçoar, de decantar, de resgatar, de escolher, de livre-abitrar, de ir do alfa ao ômega. Já se está. Qualquer um já está. O disparo está na pistola; mas é preciso apertar o gatilho, e o dedo está fazendo sinais para fazer parar o ônibus ou qualquer coisa assim.

The foreign women with ideas of her alfa is simply no ones unless she makes ideas of her own.

I scream out the ropes of words that bound my tongue, and the heavens echo back...'I love you'.

(nunca entendí por qué, pero a los hombres parecen encantarles las mujeres problemáticas). Me

How long will you fake at living life? What will it take for you to see the beauty you've neglected while wearing the dirty lies expected of you?

They beg you for transparency. Yet when you give them a peek behind the curtain shrouding your hear, they run in sheer fright.

There are days when I want to dip my soul in memories and just soak. Then there are others where I'm praying they'll be washed away.

Trying to explain feelings that are foreign to your heart, make communication daunting, even frightful. How does one express sensations that cower in the corners, fearful they will not be accepted by their inspiration?

I am vulnerability under scarred skin. Numbness crawling behind wine soaked lips. A cocoon of grief battling a chest full of hushed breaths, longing to escape the mod-podge of memories, that journal where I've been. Layer after layer they are sealed upon my person, encapsulating time in a vessel that has sailed one too many shores.

I had never met another who loved my mind more than my body. I could feel his curiosity finger-walk through my thoughts... intentional and hard. Absorbing me. Learning me. And as he leaned in and held my hand close to his, I heard my soul sigh... in a deep grateful breath.

... And one day it dawned on me that I had spent entirely too much time waiting on you to grow a voice box.... and the balls to use it.

If I read inspirational words, they better have some pain to back them up. My strength for moving forward has never been sparked by flowery prose calling me and Angel. Tell me how you swallowed Hell, and lived to tell the tale... the 'pain' and your transformation - will inspire me to soar. And I promise you, I will listen.

All he did was breathe life into my soul. I was a conquest. An easy one, and you don't know how badly it hurts to know that I was used and tried for a time. Then thrown back.

Like yourself, just as you are. Don't look at people and measure your self love by what they project in order to make themselves happy. Take a long look. You don't want their lives anyway. You don't like anything they do, say, or portray. Why then have you been so hard on yourself? You don't deserve to be treated that way.

You think it's time for a new beginning. You long to start from scratch, so you seek new things - trying like hell to reinvent yourself. Out with the old and in with the world's new. But you'll never create a version of yourself that is as magical and unique as the original. So... just be you.

He thought she was like all the rest... that she'd be swayed by his attention and charm. But she got tired of watching him chase his own ass and dealing with his funny farm.

Every word on every page, represents a love that captured this heart... fully, and never set it free.

I don't expect you to fight over me... But I do expect you to fight for me... for us.

I'm tired again this morning. Was I sleepwalking in your nightmares again last night?

She's fire. But she won't burn you... she knows all too well, how it feel to live with ashes.

I wouldn't go back in time to erase you... No. I'd go back just to feel you twice. Then I'd press replay - again and again.

All of the reasons we decided to part, elude me now.

I saw a sadness shivering in his eyes that night. They resemble a heart flat-lining. I wanted to ask him what put it there, but he blinked... and it was gone. And I knew that a man who could control pain so exquisitely had no business paying with my heart.

She'd been taking care of others for so long that she scarcely recognized herself when she looked in the mirror.

Be careful with those promises who whisper while wooing and loving someone. There are those that take them to heart, and some who take them to soul.

We are the kind of Love Story that keeps souls awake at night and causes hearts to have stage fright.

I'm still in love with the parts I believed to be true. All the lies that began and ended with 'I love you'.

She was a warrior by day... playing her part. But she slept at night with wishes in her heart.

Promise me this. When you find yourself in need of inspiration, bypass the roses that will clamor aimlessly for attention. And focus on the souls who have actually 'lived' among the thorns.

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

Our love is immortal. We have become a love story. I siphoned the moments from my heart and soul, and I have inked them into beautifully bound pages. We live on for another generation to try and understand how the beauty of love can turn into ugly reality.

How I wish I only felt using my hands and not with my whole heart.

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

I wear the words we didn't say. My heart is clothed in them every day.

She wasn't chaos. She was more of a slow burn that caught in your heart... and then you had no choice but to engulf her all at once. She was home.

It may have been just another night to all the people I saw rushing past my left and my right... but my hand was folded within his and my soul was curved tight.

And I've walked away so many times. I've worn a path between his heart and mind. He finds his way back to me. And tells me what I want to believe.

She wants you to see things she's never shown you. She wants you to hear things she's never said. She wants you to spoon her heart, outside of your bed.

I needed a man with Tree Trunk Feet... Shallow roots would never do.

The space was tense. I could feel the air tearing between us... and it hurt.

Be careful letting those decadent words roll of your tongue. A woman just might take them to heart... and immortalize them.

Let me be clear. I applaud self love. I appreciate self value. But if you're not capable of loving another person just as much... you will never experience true love.

Show me a little bit of your soul under all those pretty words you spill, and I promise you I will drink every last drop.

When our eyes met, I felt your intake of breath. I knew then I wasn't alone in my feelings. You were trying to hold on to normalcy as much as me. But baby, what we felt was anything but normal. The damn planet stopped moving... and it didn't start up again until you reached out and touched me.

Your memory straddles my mind.

...and he will never grasp that what he calls 'bitching' is merely my heart talking out loud.

She tells everyone she's taken. Yet her heart whispers: he's taking too long.

I didn't have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.

I did not willingly let half of my soul leave my body. It was torn from me. I still hear the ransomed moans. It calls to me for rescue, yet clings to its abductor.

He loved me, but in a lukewarm way. I needed scalding, but he loved in one temperature; tepid.

Cristo… Señor… Rabí… Hijo del Hombre… Hijo de Dios… Hijo de David… León de Judá… la Rosa de Sarón… el Brillante Lucero de la Mañana… el Alfa y la Omega… el Logos… el Abogado… el Príncipe de Paz… el unigénito del Padre… el Cordero sin defecto…” Y

Los niños Alfas visten de color gris. Trabajan mucho más duramente que nosotros porque son terriblemente inteligentes. De verdad me alegro muchísimo de ser Beta porque no trabajo tanto. Y, además, nosotros somos muchos mejores que los Gammas y los Deltas. Los Gammas son tontos. Todos visten de color verde, y los niños Delta visten todos de caqui. ¡Oh, no, yo no quiero jugar con niños Delta! Y los Epsilones todavía son peores. Son demasiado tontos para poder leer o escribir. Además, visten de negro, que es un color repugnante. Me alegro mucho de ser un Beta.

Un hombre decantado como Alfa, condicionado como Alfa, se volvería loco si tuviera que hacer el trabajo de un semienano Epsilon.

Todos nosotros —prosiguió el Interventor, meditabundo— vivimos en el interior de un frasco. Mas para los Alfas, los frascos, relativamente hablando, son enormes. Nosotros sufriríamos horriblemente si fuésemos confinados en un espacio más estrecho. No se puede verter sucedáneo de champaña de las clases altas en los frascos de las castas bajas.

En el mundo actual, esta idea trasnochada de qué hace a los hombres deseables para las mujeres es absurda y obsoleta: como demuestra el hecho de que normalmente sea gente de más de cuarenta años la que habla de ello. Para casi todo el mundo por debajo de esa edad, vivimos en una época en la que realmente lo que hace a un hombre «alfa» es evitar peleas (el sistema legal es un coñazo, además de caro), ser divertido (estamos sentados sobre cincuenta años de anécdotas increíbles. Si hasta ahora no has descubierto un par de técnicas para contar un chiste, entonces eres un retrasado) y, además, saber cómo reinstalar el Adobe AIR cuando se cae el Twitter en tu portátil. Hablando

Jestem Pantokrator, alfa i omega, wszechmoc i światło wiekuiste. Jestem brama i ko ściół. Wiem, nie ma co się tak podniecać, ale czasem warto sobie przypomnieć, kim się jest.

if God starts it as alfa then he will end it as omega

— Quer dizer que você vai mandar em mim? — disse, testando o companheiro. — Isso significa que, se eu assim quisesse, poderia fazer você sambar aqui na minha frente que nem a Globeleza. Agorinha mesmo. — Segurou-se para não gargalhar diante a expressão mortificada de Raul. “Definitivamente, não sirvo pra ser lobo alfa”, pensou, e engoliu o riso. — Então, nunca mais erga a voz quando se dirigir a mim, entendeu? E agradeça por ter sido justamente este velho aqui a ter te encontrado primeiro. Poderia ser muito pior. Raul permaneceu calado, o rabo fantasma enfiado entre as pernas. — Foi mal — murmurou Raul. — Mas eu não sou bicha — acrescentou, urgente.

I had a huge problem. She could be my worst nightmare and my biggest regret.

Nunca trates de usar el “Alfa a Bravo” con un salchicha.

Con catorce años, mi primera psicoanalista me explica que lo que yo quiero es echarle un pulso a Dios. No entiendo su insistencia en quedebo renunciar, para alcanzar la salud mental, a mí deseo de follar únicamente con el top de la fémina, con las alfa hembras, con las superputitas, un deseo que ella llama «megalómano». Si considera ese deseo como excesivo es porque no soy un bio-hombre; si no ese deseo llevaría simplemente el título de «auto-estima».

Herhalde Epsilonlar Epsilonluklarmdan memnundurlar," dedi yüksek sesle. "Elbette memnunlar. Nasıl olmazlar ki? Başka birşey olmanın nasıl olduğunu bilmiyorlar. Bizler memnun olmazdık, tabii. Ama bizler farklı şartlandırıldık. Üstelik bizler farklı bir kalıtımdan geliyoruz." İnançla, "Bir Epsilon olmadığıma memnunum," dedi Lenina. Henry, "Bir Epsilon olsaydın da, şartlandırman gereği aynı şekilde Alfa ya da Beta olmadığına memnun olurdun,

El tiempo de héroes, salvadores, machos alfa y profetas carismáticos parece estar llegando a su fin. Lo único que hoy en día genera este tipo de falso liderazgo es desconfianza. Cuanto antes las autoridades y las personas adquieran conciencia de ello y emprendan el arduo trabajo adaptativo que se necesita, antes seremos capaces de forjar conjuntamente y vivir bajo las normas de un nuevo contrato social, mucho más efectivo y satisfactorio.