Alta Hand Quotes

Oh, so seldom does fate cast our enemy into our hands, to do with as we will

And truth and trust are the means by which civilization holds off barbarism. When those in power intend to abuse that power, they look to an outside enemy in order to trick their people into pressing the means to their own abuse into the hands of the abusers. If an enemy does not exist, it will be manufactured, and all manner of horrors attributed to it, so that anyone who demands truth and accountability is set upon as being unpatriotic. And so that, when someone said to be an enemy is found, there will be few questions asked about guilt or innocence, and many faces averted when he is taken away.

,,Cum poți să urăști o țară sau să iubești alta? Tibe vorbește despre asemenea lucruri, eu n-am abilitatea lui. Eu cunosc oameni, orașe, ferme, dealuri, râuri și stânci. Știu cum, toamna, razele amurgului scaldă un luminiș pe o colină. Dar ce rost are să înconjuri toate aceste lucruri cu o graniță, să le dai un nume și să te oprești cu iubirea acolo unde numele încetează? Dacă îți iubești țara înseamnă să urăști nețara? Atunci nu-i bine. E o simplă iubire de sine? Asta-i bine, dar nu trebuie să faci din ea o virtute sau o profesiune... Așa cum iubesc viața, iubesc și dealurile Domeniului Estre, însă genul acesta de iubire nu are o frontieră a urii. Iar dincolo de așa ceva sunt ignorant, sper... Ignorant, în sensul Handdara: a ignora abstractul, a fi strâns legat de concret. Atitudinea respectivă avea în ea ceva feminin: refuzarea abstractului, a idealului, o supunere față de realitate, care nu mă încântă. (Estraven, cap. 15, ,,Spre Gheață”)

[...], Sonja se uita la imaginea in oglinda a caminului nefamilistilor in care se afla: tot o baraca, lunga, la un singur nivel, cu peretii subtiri, din tabla ondulata, cu usi de-o parte si de- alta, cu o veranda cu rufe intinse afara, pe o funie din nailon, prinsa din stalp in stalp, flanele de corp uzate, pantaloni din dril kaki, decolorati, ca gresia roasa de timp, si tricouri cu mesajele unei lumi in care nu era loc pentru cei care le purtau, schimb dupa schimb, saptamana de saptamana, luna de luna, an de an.

He pulled out a thick black volume. "You've never read this, for example." The Savage took it. "The Holy Bible, containing the Old and New Testaments," he read aloud from the title-page. "Nor this." It was a small book and had lost its cover. "The Imitation of Christ." "Nor this." He handed out another volume. " The Varieties of Religious Experience. By William James." "And I've got plenty more," Mustapha Mond continued, resuming his seat. "A whole collection of pornographic old books. God in the safe and Ford on the shelves. / —Sacó de la caja un grueso volumen negro—. Supongo que usted no ha leído esto, por ejemplo. El Salvaje cogió el libro. —La Sagrada Biblia, con el Antiguo y el Nuevo Testamento —leyó en voz alta. —Ni esto. Era un libro pequeño, sin tapas. —La Imitación de Cristo. —Ni esto. Y le ofreció otro volumen. —Las Variedades de la experiencia Religiosa, de William James. —Y aún tengo muchos más —prosiguió Mustafá Mond, volviendo a sentarse—. Toda una colección de antiguos libros pornográficos. Dios en el arca y Ford en los estantes.

The Kindergarten," Tala says, not bothered by his death-by-staring expression. "The traffickers call it that." Atlas strides to where Athena is now holding the photos, snatches them out of her hand, and goes through them like he's on a mission. "Why's it called the Kindergarten?" Lara asks. "I suppose it's reflective of a place making the victims learn the basics…of being a good slave," Tala says. Lara frowns. "Like unpaid servitude?" "No," Altas says flatly. "Unless you're taking a more X-rated meaning.

I know, I want to say. I want to admit that I was the one working the scene that night. That I was the firefighter who pulled her parents’ bodies from the wreckage. That I held her shaking hand as I got her into the ambulance. That I went to the hospital after my shift to check on her and have watched over ever since.

the one working the scene that night. That I was the firefighter who pulled her parents’ bodies from the wreckage. That I held her shaking hand as I got her into the ambulance. That I went to the hospital after my shift to check on her and have watched over ever since.

Mr. Haven chuckles, cradling the mug between his gnarled hands. “Maybe Santa’s elves. Or you have yourself a helpful stalker.