Astra Quotes

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via" - "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars

Per aspera ad astra. I’d heard a variety of translations, but the one I liked best was Through the thorns, to the stars.

Per aspera ad astra, Papa,' I whispered. Through hardship to the stars.

Ad astra per aspera, to the stars through adversity

Astra inclinant,” he would whisper into the wind, so heartachingly sincere even when quoting in Latin, “sed non obligant.

Per aspera ad Astra.

Astra inclinant, sed non obligant; The stars incline us, they do not bind us

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via. That's my philosophy. Its a quote from the past. "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.

Per aspera ad astra

Per aspera ad astra.

sic itur ad astra

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via.

Ad astra per aspera- From the mud to the stars

Macte virtute, sic itur ad astra. ("excellence is the way to the stars" - IX.641)

Mens videt astra. (The soul sees the stars.)

Astra inclinant, sed non obligant;

Ad astra per aspera, read the inscription. Through adversity to the stars.

Per ardua ad astra. Through adversity to the stars.

Per aspera ad astra.

Ad astra per alia porci

Oh, Astrae, we have kept you too safe if it is us that you fear.

Per aspera ad astra.” “Through the thorns to the stars.

Once I thought that writing this book would be impossible. It was a skyscraper, massive and complete and unbearably far off. It taunted me from the horizon. But do we ever look at such buildings and assume they sprung up overnight? No. We’ve seen the traffic congestion that attends them. The skeleton of beams and girders. The swarm of builders and the rattle of cranes… Everything grand is made from a series of ugly little moments. Everything worthwhile by hours of self-doubt and days of drudgery. All the works by people you and I admire sit atop a foundation of failures. So whatever your project, whatever your struggle, whatever your dream, keep toiling, because the world needs your skyscraper. Per aspera, ad astra! —Pierce Brown

I had a cat named Astra. Spiteful creature! And vicious.” He whistled. “I swear, it once killed a bird and left it on my doorstep in the morning.” Brune shrugged. “So what? Lots of cats—” “It was an eagle,” Moog finished. The shaman nodded appreciatively and poured himself a drink.

Per aspera ad astra.” “Through the thorns to the stars.” Sevro snickers. “You fancy little fart. Omnis vir lupus.” Everyone a wolf.

Per aspera ad astra.

Ad astra per alia porci (to the stars on the wings of a pig)

But then Rose pointed toward the woman’s feet. “You dropped your ear,” she said. And Astra—who’d been an empress, then a goddess, and whose dark sorcery now threatened to snuff out every soul in Grandual—looked down. Like an idiot.

The Kansas state motto, "Ad astra per aspera" - To the stars through difficulties.

Astra inclinant sed non obligant The stars incline us, they do not bind us

Of course false-rape allegations have happened. My friend Astra Taylor points out that the most dramatic examples in this country were when white men falsely accused Black men of assaulting white women. Which means that if you want to be indignant on the subject, you’ll need to summon up a more complicated picture of how power, blame, and mendacity actually work. (“Feminism: The Men Arrive”)

To me, there's nothing quite like a beautiful night sky to put everything into perspective and focus. It clears the mind. It's comforting to know that the darker it gets, the more stars begin to shine. -Max Art

Per ardua ad astra.

MPAA. The idea that piracy is an effective form of resistance, a direct attack on the corporate empire, is confirmed by the reaction it has provoked:

Per aspera ad astra

ad astra

Iamque opus exegi, quod nec Iovis ira nec ignes nec poterint ferrum nec edax abolere vetustas. cum volet, illa dies, quae nil nisi corporis huius ius habet, incerti spatium mihi finiat aevi: parte tamen meliore mei super alta perennis astra ferar, nomenque erit indelibile nostrum, quaque patet domitis Romana potentia terris, ore legar populi, perque omnia saecula fama, siquid haben veri vatum praesagia, vivam.

Per aspera ad astra... Slutio sam da se za tu relaciju vadi povratna karta. Od samog pocetka nešto mi je bilo sumnjivo. Kad se dogodilo to što se dogodilo i kad sam krenuo na dugo putovanje nazad u svakodnevicu, pokušao sam sebi, kao razumnom coveku, da objasnim da je tako moralo biti, i da sve to sigurno ima i nekih dobrih strana. Samo, još nisam otkrio ni jednu... Nema veze, ne žurim. Svašta se prica po caršiji o znaku horoskopa pod kojim sam roden, ali jednu stvar niko ne može da nam ospori. Strpljenje... Šta mu to ono dode? Osobina ili mana?

When I look at all the forces aligned to roll back and block democratic change--the concentration of wealth, the structures of minority rule, the market imperative of endless growth, the seemingly irrepressible appeal of racism, and the rapidity of climate change--I feel my will weaken. Given the magnitude of the task at hand, how can people like me possibly make a dent? The established order is so big and powerful, and a single individual so vulnerable and small. But when I engage my intellect, something approaching optimism is possible. The past is proof that it can be done,

Goldman Sachs preaching about diversity so it can be at the front of the line for the next government bailout. It’s AstraZeneca waxing eloquent about climate change so it can secure multibillion-dollar government contracts for vaccine production. It’s State Street building feminist statues to detract attention from wage discrimination lawsuits from female employees, all the while marketing its exchange-traded fund with the ticker “SHE.” It’s Chamath Palihapitiya founding a social impact investment fund and criticizing Silicon Valley, even though he and his wealth are products of Silicon Valley, all to cover up for his prior tenure as an executive at Facebook who dreamed out loud about a private corporate military. Those companies and people use their market power to prop up woke causes as a way to accumulate greater political capital—only to later come back and cash in that political capital for more dollars.

True freedom gives a man not only the right to make a right choice, but also the freedom to make a wrong choice. ~ Norma Ramsey, 1954

Becoming unshakeable through this storm.

Per aspera ad astra

Ad Astra per Aspera—through rough ways to the stars

The pair adopted the phrase Ad Astra per Aspera—through rough ways to the stars—as their motto.

Per aspera ad astra... Through adversity to the stars - Silas Sinclair

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via” - “There is no easy way from the earth to the stars” “To

Ad astra per aspera. It's the Kansas state motto," he said to Roger and me, "To the stars through adversity

New media companies look remarkably like the old ones they aspire to replace: male, pale, and privileged.

ad astra per aspera.

Astra inclinant, sed non obligant" the stars incline us, they do not bind us

Gustavo Solivellas dice: "Non est ad astra mollis e terris via" (No hay manera fácil de ir de la tierra a las estrellas) (Séneca)

ad astra per aspera

Per aspera ad astra... Through adversity to the stars." - Silas Sinclair, Bittersweet Memories

Per aspera ad astra'. I'd heard a variety of translations, but the one I liked best was 'Through the thorns, to the stars'.

Per ardua ad astra. Through hardship, to the stars.

Ad Astra Per Aspera. Vers les étoiles à travers les difficultés. Devise des cogitabat animo.

Per aspera ad astra, Papa,” I whispered. Through hardship to the stars. It was a Latin phrase he used whenever I complained that something was difficult. Where was my father now?

Instead, the commons were as much a thing and an activity, both a noun and a verb—a set of social relationships, a bundle of rights and restrictions, a mode of being for mutual aid.

You can buy anything under the sun, but when you scavenge and recover an item of value, or when you work really hard and build something that's tangible, that's lasting, there's something more satisfying.

Astra is a beauty. (...) Astra is so beautiful that I have no wish to describe her beauty. I will say only that her beauty is the expression of her soul. Her beauty lives in her quiet walk, in her shy movements, in her always-lowered eyelids, in her barely perceptible smile, in the soft outline of her girlish shoulders, in the chastity of her poor, almost beggarly clothing, in her thoughtful grey eyes. She is a white water lily in a pond shadowed by the branches of trees, born amid still, contemplative water. (...) The world of modest female beauty finds its expression in Astra. As for what may lie hidden in the depths of these waters, no-one can say unless he breaks the water's smooth surface, walks barefoot through the cutting sedge and treads the silty, sucking mud — now cold, now strangely warm. But I only stand on the shore, admiring the lily from a distance

Intrasem în octombrie. În parcul din fața Bibliotecii Astra, unde ieșeam să fumez, mă lăsam cotropită de culori. Era fără îndoială și asta o formă de masochism, un viol care mă pătrundea total, cred că nu simțisem pînă atunci posesia rapace a culorilor și vîrtejul acela care te absoarbe cu totul în el. Un curcubeu mi se învîrtește bezmetic în jurul capului. Fac poezie, mereu fac poezie cînd vreau să vorbesc despre viața noastră cea de toate zilele, dă-ne-o nouă astăzi.

We define ourselves as much by what we oppose as what we approve, what we won’t do as what we will do. Each choice we make forecloses other choices, while making still more choices necessary. Life is a decision tree we climb half blind. Astra, Notes from a Life

What kind of ancestors do we want to be? With every action or inaction, we help decide how the future will unfold. What principles and commitments do we want to adopt for a democracy that doesn't yet exist? How will we cast our votes for a society we won't live to see?

I like a girl who knows what she wants and asks for it." Jack's eyes glazed as he remembered last night when Astra had done just that. Her cheeks heated at her boldness, but she maintained eye contact. "Knowledge is power." "I'm yours to teach for as long as you'll have me.

There is no such thing as a public Internet: everything flows through private pipes. However, using the Internet for the consumption of culture or to search for information is nearly as essential to participating in modern life as having electricity or plumbing in your home

These descendants divined myths in what was really history, for true memories were forgotten in chaos as vast arrays of daivi astras used in the Great War ravaged the land. That war destroyed almost everything. It took centuries for India to regain its old cultural vigour and intellectual depth.

I'm building a home to live the rest of my life in, on the grave of everything that came before... On solid ground. Because that's what we all do, isn't it? We're not just matter. We're not fucking stars in the cosmos. We're one human life stacked on top of the traumas and the tragedies of another.

At that moment, I felt happy. Meeting Rebecca was like learning to dance, discovering jazz. It was like falling in love for the first time. I had always been waiting for my future to erupt around me in an avalanche of glory, and now I felt it was really happening. Rebecca was all it took. Per aspera ad astra.

Everyone knows that the Arts are Grammar, Dialectic, Rhetoric, Arithmetic, Music, Geometry, and Astronomy. And almost everyone has met the mnemonic couplet Gram loquitur, Dia verba docet, Rhet verba colorat, Mus canit, Ar numerat, Geo ponderat, Ast colit astra. The first three constitute the Trivium or threefold way; the last four, the Quadrivium.

The rub is that over the intervening years we have somehow deceived ourselves into believing that this state of insecurity and inequity is a form of liberation.

How valiant to deny the importance of money when it is had in abundance.

At present, the United States occupies the worst of both media worlds, lacking either a competitive market or meaningful government investment or oversight.

In fact, wealth and power are shifting to those who control the platforms on which all of us create, consume, and connect.

Networks do not eradicate power: they distribute it in different ways, shuffling hierarchies and producing new mechanisms of exclusion.

while piracy signifies “a repudiation of information capitalism at one extreme,” it marks information capitalism’s “consummation” on the other.

For all its flaws, copyright provides some incentive for people to take on the risk of creating new work by allowing for the possibility of some economic benefit.

The problem with foreign oligarchs isn't that they're foreign, but that they're oligarchs.

Jeff Hammerbacher, a software coder and one of Facebook’s early hires, succinctly said, “The best minds of my generation are thinking about how to make people click ads. That sucks.

Everything grand is made from a series of ugly little moments. Everything worthwhile by hours of self-doubt and days of drudgery. All the works by people you and I admire sit atop a foundation of failures. So whatever your project, whatever your struggle, whatever your dream, keep toiling, because the world needs your skyscraper. Per aspera, ad astra! —Pierce Brown

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must As chimney sweepers come to dust “Per aspera, ad astra,” my Golden friends whisper, even Sevro. And with a press of a button, Roque disappears from our lives to begin his last journey to join Ragnar and generations of fallen warriors in the sun.

They speak about openness, transparency, and participation, and these terms now define our highest ideals, our conception of what is good and desirable, for the future of media in a networked age. But these ideals are not sufficient if we want to build a more democratic and durable digital culture. Openness, in particular, is not necessarily progressive. While the Internet creates space for many voices, the openness of the Web reflects and even amplifies real-world inequities as often as it ameliorates them.

wealth and power are shifting to those who control the platforms on which all of us create, consume, and connect. The companies that provide these and related services are quickly becoming the Disneys of the digital world—monoliths hungry for quarterly profits, answerable to their shareholders not us, their users, and more influential, more ubiquitous, and more insinuated into the fabric of our everyday lives than Mickey Mouse ever was. As such they pose a whole new set of challenges to the health of our culture.

Alice Marwick, an anthropologist who did her fieldwork studying the tech scene in Silicon Valley and San Francisco, argues that new communication technologies reflect the individualist and status-conscious values of the competitive, commercial milieu in which they were developed.

Giving people what they want reduces us to consumers instead of treating us like citizens, consumers who are on the prowl for the predictable and comfortable. What we want winds up being suspiciously like what we’ve already got, more of the same—the cultural equivalent of a warm bath.

I suppose, but not in the way you see it. I mean, love is an illusion. My kind of love is respect. Because love, no matter how much people say it’s beautiful, it gives you a weak spot." Astra looked her straight in the eyes. "And when you live like I've lived, you don't have time for love, you can’t have that weakness. All the love I’ve ever gotten was a reminder to keep working hard, to keep doing what I’m told. When you are who I am, you'll find that love is just a fairytale to keep people compliant. That’s all it’s ever done for me. Not everyone gets a happy ending.

No more Boston! This comes on the heels of Ocasio-Cortez’s claim that Miami’s days are numbered: apparently that city is projected to be underwater in “a few years.” And Astra Taylor warns that the flooding of coastal cities and even inland towns and farms may force people to “escape to New Zealand, to the moon, or to Mars.”12 But here’s an anomaly. The Obamas recently acquired property in Martha’s Vineyard for nearly $12 million.13 Very interesting! The property, purchased from the owner of the Boston Celtics, doesn’t merely have ocean views; it sits right on the Atlantic Ocean. The Obamas know about the literature on disappearing coastlines. Obama himself has repeatedly warned of rising sea levels engulfing coastal properties. And presumably everyone who lives on the coasts has access to this literature and has heard these dire warnings.

Ostholm’s managerial compass at Astra had been consistent for twenty-four years. Once, he spotted a distraught person, possibly Swiss, at Basel airport. When he walked up to him, he learnt that the young man had failed in his job interview at a pharmaceutical company. The researcher had an idea of preventing acid secretion in the stomach by shutting down proton pumps. After Ostholm showed interest, right there at the airport, the man drew a diagram to explain the idea. Ostholm asked if he had a molecule in mind. Convinced by the man’s reply, he instantly wrote him an offer letter and invited him to Stockholm. Astra was already working on anti-ulcers and the drug that Ostholm’s offer letter propelled was the multi-billion-dollar anti-ulcer drug Omeprazole which turned around Astra’s fortunes. If Ostholm sensed a scientist’s passion, he would brook no barrier to his/her support.

Those who applaud social production and networked amateurism, the colorful cacophony that is the Internet, and the creative capacities of everyday people to produce entertaining and enlightening things online, are right to marvel. There is amazing inventiveness, boundless talent and ability, and overwhelming generosity on display. Where they go wrong is thinking that the Internet is an egalitarian, let alone revolutionary, platform for our self-expression and development, that being able to shout into the digital torrent is adequate for democracy.

They stepped out of the trees, which opened onto a large meadow that appeared to be in the middle of a mountain range, large boulders scattered around like a giant had dropped them like seeds. Bernie dashed between them, kicking up snow and leaving a twisty trail of tracks. The nearest boulder stood right next to them, taller than Jack. Most of the sides were straight, but the one facing the mountains had a seat carved out of it. Astra imagined some ancestor had created it as a convenient place to rest. On the horizon, the sun glowed orange in the space between the low-hanging clouds and the mountaintops, covered in snow-topped pines. Astra was stunned into silence. There was no explanation for this. The faintest breeze kissed her cheek, the air scented with pine and newly fallen snow. Jack set his hands on her shoulders behind her, and she melted into him, sharing this moment. A sight he had surely seen a thousand times, but could it ever get old? "This is the most beautiful..." She couldn't find the words. "I know." They stood in silence until the sun completely disappeared and the night sky turned from orange and red to purple to a deep black only broken by more stars than Astra had ever seen.

Here is another example that demonstrates the tightly linked interests that both cause and treat cancer. In 1978, Imperial Chemical Industries (ICI), one of the largest companies in the world, specializing in agrochemicals and pharmaceuticals, developed the cancer drug tamoxifen. In 1985, along with the American Cancer Society, ICI founded the National Breast Cancer Awareness Month with the aim of promoting mammography as the most effective tool against breast cancer. In 1990 Imperial Chemical Industries was accused of dumping DDT and PCBs, known carcinogens, into the Long Beach and Los Angeles harbors. Zeneca, producer of tamoxifen, demerged from ICI in 1993, and later merged with Astra AB in 1999 to form AstraZeneca. Astra AB had developed the herbicide acetochlor, classified by the EPA as a probable carcinogen. In 1997 Zeneca purchased Salick Health Care, a chain of for-profit outpatient cancer clinics. Subsequently AstraZeneca launched a major publicity campaign encouraging women to assess their risk factors for breast cancer, downplaying the dangers of tamoxifen in order to create a market for its prophylactic, or chemopreventative, use and, more recently, for the breast cancer drug Arimidex (anastrozole), approved in 2002 and used as an alternative to tamoxifen (Arimidex went off patent in 2010).

Reaching into his sporran, he pulled out a small bundle wrapped in fine linen. “I want to give ye somethin’, somethin’I want ye to wear this day.”Carefully, he unfolded the linen and held his hand out to her. Josephine’s eyes widened with curiosity and joy. “’Tis beautiful, Graeme!” “It be a brooch that each MacAulay lad receives when he turns six and ten. I want ye to have it.” Josephine carefully took it and studied it closely. Made of pewter, in the center of the brooch were two hands, one decidedly masculine, the other feminine. The masculine hand held the feminine hand in his palm. In the center of her palm was a tiny ruby. To one side, the circle had been engraved to look like stars twinkling near a crescent moon. On the other were the words aeterna devotione. Eternal devotion. Tears filled her eyes as she looked into his. “Ye want me to have this?” “Aye, I do, Joie,”he said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “Me great-great-great grandfather presented a brooch just like this to his wife, me great-great-great grandmum. But no’until the first anniversary of their weddin’day. ’Twas a symbol of the great love they had found with one another. ’Tis tradition for the MacAulay men to only give their brooch to a woman who has stolen their heart, a woman they love and trust above all else.” Tears trailed down her cheeks, her heart beating so rapidly she was certain it would burst through her breastbone at any moment. “I do no’quite understand how it happened, or how it happened so quickly, Joie, but it has. Amorem in corde meo ut arctius coccino colloeandus arctius ideo astra,”Graeme said first in Latin and then again in Gaelic, “Toisc go bhfuil do ghrá eitseáilte isteach i mo chroí i corcairdhearg, mar sin tá sé eitseáilte amonst na réaltaí.”He placed a tender kiss on her cheek. “As yer love be etched into me heart in crimson, so it be etched amongst the stars,”he told her. “As me grandda said those words to me grandmum all those many years ago, I say them to ye.

The weightless rhetoric of digital technology masks a refusal to acknowledge the people and resources on which these systems depend: lithium and coltan mines, energy-guzzling data centers and server farms, suicidal workers at Apple’s Foxconn factories, and women and children in developing countries and incarcerated Americans up to their necks in toxic electronic waste.2 The swelling demand for precious metals, used in everything from video-game consoles to USB cables to batteries, has increased political instability in some regions, led to unsafe, unhealthy, and inhumane working conditions, opened up new markets for child and forced labor, and encouraged environmentally destructive extraction techniques.3 It is estimated that mining the gold necessary to produce a single cell phone—only one mineral of many required for the finished product—produces upward of 220 pounds of waste.4

Instead of distinct old and new media, what we have is a complex cultural ecosystem that spans the analog and digital, encompassing physical places and online spaces, material objects and digital copies, flesh bodies and virtual identities.

There is a note of truth in the idea that adversity fuels creativity, but when reduced to an economic truism - a decline in industry profitability won't hurt artistic production because artists will work for beer - the notion rings not just hollow but obscene.

It’s Ad astra per aspera—that’s the Latin. In English, it means ‘To the stars’—” “Through adversity,” Lucien finished. I glanced over at him, impressed, and he knocked on his skull. “Not just a hat rack.

Per Aspera Ad Astra

serpent bed. "I have come as swiftly as time! I am the Creator. How dare you call me ‘my son’ as a guru does his sishya? I am the Pitama, yours as well. I create, protect and destroy the universe." Vishnu replied languidly, "You, my son, were born from me. Brahma, I am your father. The lotus in which you were born sprouted from my navel. But no matter, my own maaya deludes you." At which, Brahma struck him again and a terrific fight erupted. They first fought like common men, with fists and rough punches. Then Vishnu mounted his eagle and Brahma his white swan and they fought with astras, cosmic weapons. The devas gathered in the sky in their silvery chariots to watch the battle. Vishnu hurled the Maheswarastra at Brahma, who unleashed the unfathomable

Un design pattern è uno schema risolutivo riusabile di un problema ricorrente di progettazione a oggetti. Un design pattern attribuisce un nome a un problema di progettazione, astrae e identifica gli aspetti principali di una struttura progettuale utile per la creazione di un progetto a oggetti riusabile. Il design pattern identifica le classi e le istanze partecipanti, i loro ruoli e collaborazioni e la distribuzione di responsabilità.

Unfortunately, life is too short to learn as much and do as much as we would like. ~Schuyler Jones, 2011