Asin Quotes

Adakah samudera yang lebih asin dari pada selamat tinggal?

We’re all damaged. Every single beautiful, stupid, precious one of us. Damaged, damaged, damaged.

Your number-one mission as a speaker is to take something that matters deeply to you and to rebuild it inside the minds of your listeners. We’ll call that something an idea.

Saatnya angin berbau asin datang dari laut. Hari ini, aku akan bermain gekkin untukmu. Suara denting senar melebur bersama udara, meresap dalam panca indera. Terlihat seperti wewangian apakah nada-nada ini... Dengan terlahirnya lagu ini, keberadaanmu mendapatkan makna baru. Kalau bersedia, bernyanyilah bersamaku. Masih ada waktu sebelum gelap. Waktu yang paling indah.

Ants shape each other’s behavior by exchanging chemicals. We do it by standing in front of each other, peering into each other’s eyes, waving our hands and emitting strange sounds from our mouths. Human-to-human

Parenting is mostly bribery . . . and yelling.

Presentation literacy isn’t an optional extra for the few. It’s a core skill for the twenty-first century.

kita terlalu sibuk mengukur dalamnya laut di hati masing-masing. saat berenang dalam keasingan arusnya, kita suka lupa sayang bahwa laut diantara hati kita memiliki gelombang luka yang sulit kita jinakkan, bahkan dengan cinta laut cukup terlalu asin untuk membuat goresan luka itu makin perih dan menganga bukan?. ini cukup bagi kita untuk berenang lebih kencang mencari tepian

That’s the thing I hate most about my brain, the way it stores and catalogs things, all this dumb shit on a giant hard drive in my head, so I’m forced to obsess over it all like a crazy person.

The greatness of a Nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated…I hold that the more helpless a creature, the more entitled it is to protection by man from the cruelty of man.’ – Mahatma Gandhi

Grūtums mans vai mana vienaldzība – Viss vienalga – tu man kaut kas esi, Viss vienalga – tu mans atoms esi, Un tu zini, ka viens atoms maina Visas cilvēciskās asinsgrupas. Nepazūdi. Asins pārliešanā Tad var iznākt liktenīga kļūda.

We hold on to the shitty things the tightest, for some reason. And

Maybe that’s just what moving on is, not getting over, but skipping over. And

Anyone intelligent can make things more complex. It takes a touch of genius and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.’ – Albert Einstein

They didn’t hate her when you were in high school. They made fun of her. She was the butt of jokes. But they didn’t hate her. That’s what people do now. They don’t disagree, they hate.

The lesson here . . . Sometimes people throw things away. That doesn’t mean those things aren’t really, really good. Most of the time, it just means that person didn’t know what they had.” I’m

Did I ever tell you about Asin? She is the wild woman of the woods. It's an old story of the People. My mom used to tell me about Asin. Asin couldn't bear being married or having children or having friends. She always wanted to run wild. She ran wild through the woods. If you saw her running you had to run to water as fast as you could and drink or her restlessness would come into you like a thirst that could never be quenched. She was happy and unhappy. She had wild long hair and she was very tall and she ran like the wind. When you saw dunegrass rippling in a line she was running through it. When the wind changed direction suddenly that was Asin. She was never satisfied or content and so she ran and ran and ran. She would grab men who were fishing alone and make love to them and then throw them down on the ground and run away weeping. She would grab children who wandered too far alone in the woods but she would return them to the same spot after three days and run away again. She would listen to women talking by the fire or working in the village or gathering berries but if they invited her to join them she ran away. You could hear her crying sometimes when the sun went down. She wanted something but she never knew what it was so she had nothing. She was as free as anyone ever could be and she was trapped. When I was young I wanted to be Asin. Many times I wanted to be Asin. So do you, Nora. I know. It's okay. It's alright. My sweet love. Poor Asin. Sometimes I think to be Asin would be the saddest thing in the world. Poor thing.

What we are is God’s gift to us; what we become is our gift to God.’ – Anon

Right when you find yourself not thinking about her at all, there she’ll be, right at the end of the story to fuck with your head one last time.” She

Rasa asin, kecut penderitaan yang kita alami itu sangat bergantung dari besarnya hati yang menampungnya

Saat tidak ada penerangan, (Kesedihan) Buat lah mata-harimu sendiri. dengan mengingat sejarah terang yg kau lihat di hari hari yang kau lalu dari matamu. keringkan air asin itu dgn Mata-harimu.

Aneh sekali planet ini, pikirnya. Gersang melulu, dan runcing, dan asin. Dan manusia kurang imajinasi. Mereka mengulang-ulangi kata-kata kita... Di planetku, ada setangkai bunga: dia selalu bicara duluan.

Remember that string of movies when we were younger, like mid ’90s? The ones where the nerdy girl finally puts on makeup and a Wonderbra and everyone realizes how totally boneable she is?” “Yeah.” “Well, that’s you,” she says. “We’re in one of those movies. You’re my hopeless teenage girl, all stuck in your shell, and I’m here to give you a fresh coat of makeup and a slutty dress. Push those boobies up, Andy Carter, it’s go time.” “Do

Sometimes in life, it doesn’t matter that you’ve just woken up on a floor. Or that you haven’t brushed your teeth. Or that your hair is a mess and you’re wearing the clothes you slept in. Sometimes you just have to be polite.

O Lord of love and kindness, who created the beautiful earth and all the creatures walking and flying in it, so that they may proclaim your glory. I thank you to my dying day that you have placed me amongst them.’ – St Francis of Assisi

First there is the 10-second war: can you do something in your first moments on stage to ensure people’s eager attention while you set up your talk topic? Second is the 1-minute war: can you then use that first minute to ensure that they’re committed to coming on the full talk journey with you?

Like a huge domed tent of some fabulous, golden fabric, the northern lights displayed their splendour in a beautiful, swaying, rhythmic movement that glittered and glowed in the night sky. Awed and amazed, we could only stand and watch. I could imagine choirs of angels, jewelled harps, Heaven’s

Aurelius says that one reason it doesn't matter how long you live is that this is not theatre, that the whole is not the thing. Each moment is the thing. "The soul obtains its own end, wherever the limit of life may be fixed. Not as...in a play...where the whole action is incomplete if anything cuts it short; but in every part and wherever it be stopped, it makes what has been set before it full and complete, so that it can say, 'I have what is my own.

All the stuff she says on the radio. It’s just fear. The world is leaving people like her behind, and it scares the shit out of her.

Are all our parents, collectively, fucked up? Have they always been fucked up, and it just takes us until our own adulthood to figure that out? “I

I’m comfortable with who I am,” I say, which is a funny thing to say while shaming my own body in a full-length mirror. “Shut

rehearsing the transitions is especially important. The audience needs to hear in your voice when you’re doubling down on an idea, versus when you’re changing subjects.

Do you ever stop talking?” I say. “Seriously, it’s like you have a superarticulate form of Tourette syndrome.

Like pretty much every cat I’ve ever met, Jeter swings back and forth between loving me and trying to murder me, so I never know exactly what I’m getting.

Daughters,” he says. “You raise them and watch them grow up, and you love them so much it makes you crazy. Then one day some guy shows up. Maybe he’s nice. Maybe he’s got a good job. Maybe he’s got his shirt tucked in and he calls you sir. But he’s never quite what you’re hoping for. If you have one someday—a daughter, I mean—you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Everything on television announced a new and better India for women. Her favorite Tamil soap opera was about an educated single girl who worked in an office. In her favorite commercials, a South Indian movie siren named Asin was recommending, along with Mirinda orange soda, more fun, a little wildness. This new India of feisty, convention-defying women wasn’t a place Meena knew how to get to.

Marriage isn’t easy, Andy,” he says. “You love someone in a specific time and place. But you have no idea what they’ll become. People change. Sometimes, they change so much you hardly even recognize them anymore.” For

at intervals between work schedules the next day. Everyone professed to be delighted with the goods and the only thing that we seemed not to have done was complete our own shopping! The next time we went to Inverness, once again Angus had been told and rang to say would we pick something up for him. He didn’t say what it was. When we arrived at his store, we were confronted by a Rayburn! He was quite upset when we refused to subject our backs and our elderly

The delicate place. This pretty pink flower. The center of me. Secret spot. My thornless rose. The forbidden canal.   There must be fifty others. It’s Daisy’s wall of awful vagina euphemisms.   My forbidden garden. Her velvet slipper.   Yeesh.

I realize how utterly amazing it is that we’re all able as humans to go about our daily lives without constantly obsessing over the fact that each of us will almost certainly be in a sterile bed someday, medicated and slowly dying. This officially marks the most depressing thing that has ever crossed my mind.

Back in the car, I sit for a long time, breathing. I’ll remember this, what just happened, for a very long time. I’ll be on my own deathbed someday, replaying this in my head, wishing it had gone differently. We hold on to the shitty things the tightest, for some reason. And this is the shittiest thing ever. “Are

We need another wiser and perhaps more mystical concept of animals. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings, they are other Nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of earth.’ And

Publishers, readers, booksellers, even critics, acclaim the novel that one can deliciously sink into, forget oneself in, the novel that returns us to the innocence of childhood or the dream of the cartoon, the novel of a thousand confections and no unwanted significance. What becomes harder to find, and lonelier to defend, is the idea of the novel as—in Ford Madox Ford’s words—a “medium of profoundly serious investigation into the human case.

The Church is not simply an institution. She is a 'mode of existence,' *a way of being*. The mystery of the Church is deeply bound to the being of man, to the being of the world and to the very being of God. Ecclesial being is bound to the very being of God. From the fact that a human being is a member of the Church, he becomes [participates as/in] an 'image of God', he exists as God Himself exists, takes on God's *way of being*. This way of being is not a moral attainment, something that man *accomplishes*. It is a way of *relationship* with the world, with other people and with God, as an event of *communion*, and that is why it cannot be realized as the achievement of an *individual*, but only as an *ecclesial* fact. However, for the Church to present this way of existence, she must herself be an image of the way in which God exists. Her entire structure, her ministries etc. must express this way of existence.

In my experience, Fox News isn’t something you can tune out, like a game show or a cable movie you’ve seen a dozen times. The colors, the moving logos, the giant fonts, the . . . well . . . the things they actually say. It’s like the television equivalent of one of those cymbal-banging monkey toys being duct-taped to your forehead. So this is how it’d go. I’d hear something ridiculous, and I’d scoff or make some smart-ass comment, and then it’d be straight downhill from there.

Among all the methods by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate that blessed bane, there are few so efficacious as the great gust of agitation which, now and then, sweeps over the human spirit. For then the creature in whose company we are seeking amusement at the moment, her lot is cast, her fate and ours decided, that is the creature whom we shall henceforward love. It is not necessary that she should have pleased us, up till then, any more, or even as much as others. All that is necessary is that our taste for her should become exclusive. And that condition is fulfilled so soon as—in the moment when she has failed to meet us—for the pleasure which we were on the point of enjoying in her charming company is abruptly substituted an anxious torturing desire, whose object is the creature herself, an irrational, absurd desire, which the laws of civilised society make it impossible to satisfy and difficult to assuage—the insensate, agonising desire to possess her.

We discovered this when we invited the Nobel laureate Daniel Kahneman to TED. Known as the father of behavioral economics, he’s an extraordinary thinker with a toolkit of ideas that can change any worldview. We had originally asked him to speak in the traditional TED way. No lectern. Just stand on the stage, with some note cards if need be, and give the talk. But in rehearsal, it was clear that he was uncomfortable. He hadn’t been able to fully memorize the talk and so kept pausing and glancing down awkwardly to catch himself up. Finally I said to him, “Danny, you’ve given thousands of talks in your time. How are you most comfortable speaking?” He said he liked to put his computer on a lectern so that he could refer to his notes more readily. We tried that, and he relaxed immediately. But he was also looking down at the screen a little too much. The deal we struck was to give him the lectern in return for looking out at the audience as much as he could. And that’s exactly what he did. His excellent talk did not come across as a recited or read speech at all. It felt connected. And he said everything he wanted to say, with no awkwardness.

C'era nella regione di Uz un uomo chiamato Giobbe. Quest'uomo era integro e retto, timorato di Dio e alieno dal male. Gli erano nati sette figli e tre figlie. Possedeva settemila pecore, tremila cammelli, cinquecento coppie di buoi, cinquecento asine e una numerosissima servitù. Quest'uomo era il più ricco fra tutti gli orientali.

out the clootie dumpling, cakes, and oat biscuits, while the men, bearing the earthly remains of the old man,

I wanted this chapter of my life to be the stage that gave back, as in passing my wand of experience and knowledge to the next generation. My intention was to be a vibrant part of society until the day when I take my last breathe, and then I knew I would be satisfied with no regrets. Questions (among others) that needed to be

Sometimes people throw things away. That doesn’t mean those things aren’t really, really good. Most of the time, it just means that person didn’t know what they had.

Eating with children at a restaurant is like eating with a live grenade. It’s going to explode every time. You just don’t know when.

Because this is what I wanted to look like. I wanted to look different. So I made myself look different—better than just fine. If you want to be something, you make a decision, and then you make it happen. It’s called personal responsibility.

There’s a Cubs game on WGN. They’re out in San Diego, and they’re winning. For the first time in a long, long time, the Cubs aren’t terrible, and my grandpa isn’t going to get to see how it all plays out. Nancy touches my arm.

caffeine-infused tsunami of words.

No,” I say. “Actually, the first time I saw one in real life, I thought of the Great Pit of Carkoon in Return of the Jedi.” “OK, well, I officially take back my previous comment about you knowing a thing or two about vaginas.” “Understandable.” “What

Significant things shouldn’t begin or end at Applebee’s. You

At a conference, people don’t come to a talk to be sold to. As soon as they understand that might be your agenda, they will flee to the safety of their email inbox. It’s

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a snob. I don’t have a problem with Applebee’s per se. But I think we can all agree, as a civilized society, that lives shouldn’t change there. Significant

I pick up a Prince bobblehead doll. It’s wearing a little purple suit. On

They’re always like, ‘Would my character really do this or really do that?’ And I’m like, ‘Who gives a shit? Just make them do it, you coward. Don’t be so passive.’ You and I, we’re in charge of what we can do and what we can’t do.

Mixed in with all of its silly bullshit, Facebook is the literal manifestation of all our regrets, looping and looping, for free, on our computers and phones. People who should be gone and safely out of our lives forever are there again, one cryptic little glimpse at a time, reminding us of all the things we should or shouldn’t have done. Then

It’s probably unhealthy to miss a life that never actually existed—to

Maybe that’s just what moving on is, not getting over, but skipping over.

I suspect scotch is something you have to convince yourself to enjoy, like sushi or the last few Radiohead albums, but I can’t deny the result is nice. “You

Marriage isn’t about agreeing. It’s about staying. That’s

I attempt to throw the empty can at the squirrels, but it turns out empty beer cans don’t travel very far when heaved across yards by chronically unathletic men in their early thirties. “Are

I’m not an alcoholic—I don’t have the discipline to become one—but,

It’s barely after 11:00 p.m., early by New York standards, so the street is busy.

Are all our parents, collectively, fucked up? Have they always been fucked up, and it just takes us until our own adulthood to figure that out?

I suspect scotch is something you have to convince yourself to enjoy, like sushi or the last few Radiohead albums, but I can’t deny the result is nice.

In all our family portraits growing up, I looked like a short, half-Jewish kid being held captive by a family of Vikings. “So,

Fox News isn’t something you can tune out, like a game show or a cable movie you’ve seen a dozen times. The colors, the moving logos, the giant fonts, the . . . well . . . the things they actually say. It’s like the television equivalent of one of those cymbal-banging monkey toys being duct-taped to your forehead.

not sure, but I tell her that it does because I’m Midwestern and agreeable. She

They’re all about forty, I’d guess, but they could pass for thirty in that way that handsome gay men can seemingly defy the basic rules of nature.

We’re dealing with an entire generation of people who are absolutely committed to taking zero responsibility for their lives. Everything is somebody else’s fault. Classic victim mentality. Don’t worry, we’ll clean up the mess for you. We’ll pick up the check. We’ll tip the waiter. You hear it day in and day out from the—

Yeah?” I touch my Hot Pocket. It should be cool enough by sometime next week to not completely fuck my mouth up.

I wonder what his name is, the guy back in Arlington. I wonder if she hurt him or if he hurt her. I don’t ask, though, of course, because it doesn’t really matter. She’s here now.

suspect scotch is something you have to convince yourself to enjoy, like sushi or the last few Radiohead albums, but I can’t deny the result is nice.

For the first thirty-something years of my life, I never once asked my dad if he was OK . . . and now I’ve done it twice in one week. I wonder if this is just the way it is. Are all our parents, collectively, fucked up? Have they always been fucked up, and it just takes us until our own adulthood to figure that out?

There’s an entire genre of writing now that’s empowered women to type out their sex fantasies and publish them on the Internet.

There are two types of guys in this world,” she says. “Guys who know that ‘So It Goes’ is a Kurt Vonnegut reference, and guys who I want absolutely nothing to do with.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a snob. I don’t have a problem with Applebee’s per se. But I think we can all agree, as a civilized society, that lives shouldn’t change there.

it doesn’t feel like home—more like a strange, wildly expensive sleepaway camp for pseudoadults.

It’s a cruel fact that if your wife cheats on you, the guy will have a name like Tyler. Something cool—something your parents never would have had the guts to name you. The

Generally speaking, it’s difficult not to be at least mildly terrified of a girl who might, at any moment, take her shirt off. But

It’s like the television equivalent of one of those cymbal-banging monkey toys being duct-taped to your forehead.

Marriage isn’t about agreeing. It’s about staying.

Here’s the worst detail of all—worse than Wham! even, if you can believe it. It all happened at Applebee’s. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a snob. I don’t have a problem with Applebee’s per se. But I think we can all agree, as a civilized society, that lives shouldn’t change there. Significant things shouldn’t begin or end at Applebee’s. You shouldn’t walk into Applebee’s as one thing and then leave as something else entirely. She

we know and what we feel do not always coincide.

You ever notice that like seventy-five percent of the dudes in America look like the bad guy in The Karate Kid?” I say. “Don’t

We hold on to the shitty things the tightest, for some reason. And this is the shittiest thing ever. “Are

After the age of about . . . what, sixteen? We’re all damaged. Every single beautiful, stupid, precious one of us. Damaged, damaged, damaged.” When

What would it be like to be lying there listening to your family parceling out a bunch of things you cared enough about to keep for your whole life? There’s

Facebook is the literal manifestation of all our regrets, looping and looping, for free, on our computers and phones. People who should be gone and safely out of our lives forever are there again, one cryptic little glimpse at a time, reminding us of all the things we should or shouldn’t have done.

Generally speaking, it’s difficult not to be at least mildly terrified of a girl who might, at any moment, take her shirt off.

I’m like a poker player, bluffing with whatever cards equal a really shitty hand. I should mention that I have no fucking idea how to play poker. “You

I’ve given it some thought, and, seriously, there’s just no way Facebook can be good for you.

Two hours with my grandpa felt like eternity, but also like not long enough. I should have come sooner. I should have called him more this past year. I should have watched more Cubs games with him, and I should have been better at being his grandson.

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