Asu Quotes

I had an ASU student looking for it in my shop last week, and he defined the Bacchants for me as 'those drunk chicks who killed that one dude because he wouldn't have sex with them.' His professors must be so proud. I asked him if he knew what maenads were, and instead of correctly answering that it was just another name for Bacchants, he bizarrely thought I was referring to my own testicles - as in, "'Ere now, mate, don't swing that bat around me nads.'" The conversation deteriorated quickly after that.

You ever flown something before?" (Christopher) "I hold the highest score at A.S.U. for Star Wars: Starfighter." (Kitty) "I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm going to regret this." (Christopher)

Hidup ini memang fiksi. Sering kali hanya imajinasi.

Manusia dengan naluri anjing jauh lebih rendah daripada anjing.

Hidup ini memang asu, anakku. Kau harus sekeras dan sedingin batu. Mengenang Asu

Membunuh adalah membunuh.

Kunstnik ei asu kahte korda sama asja kallale.

dari kelangkang ini, lumut-lumut hijauku menyeruak melilit ikan-ikan kecil burungburung kecil yang tamasya mendekati sihir kata-kataku. inilah kitab suciku! meledak dalam kesintingan! ditelikung cahaya bulan, sendirian di penjara, dingin yang akrab dan suara-suara jauh dan tikus, dan bayangan kematian, tapi lumut-lumut ini menjangkau ke mana-mana, ke bermuda warna-warni di balik celana para lonte yang bersikukuh menahan imannya dibelit cadar kemunafikan! hurah! taik anjing masuk lobang jadah miliknya: oh, cinta yang menipu! bau tahi asu dari desa terjauh di utara sana, telah menghisapku dan perek-perek terus saja dilahirkan tiap detik.

Quien pelea con monstruos debe cuidarse de convertirse a su vez en un monstruo… Si miras hacia el interior de un abismo durante mucho tiempo, el abismo también mira dentro de ti.

Just then, the music stopped. The band needed a break from Mike’s requests. As they were exiting the stage, a sudden uproar--an explosion--erupted from the first floor of the country club. ASU had shocked the world by beating Nebraska. The final score: 19--0. September twenty-first was about to go down in history as the most memorable date of Marlboro Man’s life.

My cold-weather gear left a lot to be desired: black maternity leggings under boot-cut maternity jeans, and a couple of Marlboro Man’s white T-shirts under an extra-large ASU sweatshirt. I was so happy to have something warm to wear that I didn’t even care that I was wearing the letters of my Pac-10 rival. Add Marlboro Man’s old lumberjack cap and mud boots that were four sizes too big and I was on my way to being a complete beauty queen. I seriously didn’t know how Marlboro Man would be able to keep his hands off of me. If I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the feed truck, I’d shiver violently.

Asu dreamed and the world was formed whole. All was both the dream and the dreamer. Then we chose form and we made thoughts. We saw things and non-things, we knew self and other. Thinking made a rift in the mind and in the body of he world. We were made from this wound. We were born of this cut. In this wound is the rift of time, the blood of life and death, the body of desire and pain. We came forth from the rift in bodies of pain and joy, bodies of fear and wonder. Through earthly being we have become the split that had formed in the world. We are no longer simply the ones who watch, now we must be the ones who choose!

bahwa sumber segala kisah adalah kasih; bahwa ingin berawal dari angan; bahwa ibu tak pernah kehilangan iba; bahwa segala yang baik akan berbiak; bahwa orang ramah tidak mudah marah; bahwa seorang bintang harus tahan banting; bahwa untuk menjadi gagah kau harus gigih; bahwa terlampau paham bisa berakibat hampa; bahwa orang lebih takut kepada hantu ketimbang kepada tuhan; bahwa pemurung tidak pernah merasa gembira, sedangkan pemulung tidak pelnah melasa gembila; bahwa lidah memang pandai berdalih; bahwa cinta membuat dera berangsur reda; bahwa orang putus asa suka memanggil asu; bahwa amin yang terbuat dari iman menjadikan kau merasa aman.

Ennen vanhaan vain kirkko oli ihmisten mahtava tuomari, ja jokainen tiesi olevansa syntinen. Nyt pitää syntisen tuomita toinen syntinen, jotta kaikki arvot eivät rappeutuisi anarkiaksi, eikä veli enää voi vain itkeä veljen kanssa, vaan hänen on sanottava tälle: "Olet tehnyt väärin." Ja jos ennen vain pappismiehen asu erottui muista jotenkin epäinhimillisenä, ja jopa univormussa ja virkapuvussakin oli silloin vielä jotakin siviilimäistä, niin sittemmin, kun uskon suuri suvaitsemattomuus oli mennyttä, piti maallisen virka-asu nostaa taivaallisen sijaan ja yhteiskunnan piti jakautua maallisiin hierarkioihin ja univormuihin ja kohottaa absoluuttisuuteen uskon sijasta. Ja koska romantiikkaa aina on juuri se että maallinen kohotetaan absoluuttiseksi, niin tämän aikakauden varsinaista aitoa romantiikkaa on univormuromantiikka, ikään kuin olisi olemassa ylimaallinen ja yliajallinen univormun aate, jota ei ole ja joka silti on niin voimallinen että se saa ihmisen valtaansa paljon voimakkaammin kuin mikään maallinen ammatti tai kutsumus konsanaan, se on ei-olemassaoleva ja silti niin voimakas aate, että se tekee univormunkantajasta univormun riivaamaan, vaikka hän ei koskaan ole ammatti-ihminen siviilien tarkoittamassa mielessä; ja näin on koska univormun kantaja syvästi tiedostaa että juuri hän parhaiten edustaa oman aikansa varsinaista elämänmuotoa ja siten myös turvaa oman elämänsä.

Siinä massa velloo kauppaan ja kotiin. Kädessä kassi ja kassissa ruoka. Päällä asu ja suolessa paska. Mitä näistä orjista. Nämä kuolevat mieluummin kuin joutuvat tilanteeseen jossa kaikki katsoo. Arkkuun ei tahdota mennä eikä toisaalta ottaa irti kaikkea mitä voisi ennen kuin sinne joka tapauksessa mennään. Ja minä haukun, miksi? Olenko itse parempi? Niin kuin joku vanhapiika minä tässä valittelen mitenkä maailmasta ei pääse jäähylle. Minkunkin pitäisi uskoa että joko sisään tai ulos, mutta kynnyksellä ei voi seisoa ja keikkua: se on maailman laki. Maailman on maailma. Mene halliin, katso lihaa, käsität kaiken. Hienojen rouvien koko pelin: ruskean pihvin ne hyväksyvät kun se sulaa suussa, mutta unohtavat kuinka se leikataan ruhosta ja kuinka sika kiljuu. Tappaa he eivät tahdo itse ja unohtavat että aina roiskuu veri jonkun kurkusta ennen kuin kynttilät sytytetään. Mitä siitä. Hyväksy ja käännä rouva selälleen, hamua karvapeitettä jalkovälissä, koko tiukoissa pöksyissä permanentattua aluskasvillisuutta, ja kohta osuu sormesi märkään läpeen joka on kuin märkä lapsentutti nurinpäin tai ylikypsä puutarhamansikka. Lörise ja hörise ja kaikkea on. On. Ja maailman silloin ihana paikka. Ja olet kuolemankin kaveri.

We danced to John Michael Montgomery’s “I Swear.” We cut the seven-tiered cake, electing not to take the smear-it-on-our-faces route. We visited and laughed and toasted. We held hands and mingled. But after a while, I began to notice that I hadn’t seen any of the tuxedo-clad groomsmen--particularly Marlboro Man’s friends from college--for quite some time. “What happened to all the guys?” I asked. “Oh,” he said. “They’re down in the men’s locker room.” “Oh, really?” I asked. “Are they smoking cigars or something?” “Well…” He hesitated, grinning. “They’re watching a football game.” I laughed. “What game are they watching?” It had to be a good one. “It’s…ASU is playing Nebraska,” he answered. ASU? His alma mater? Playing Nebraska? Defending national champions? How had I missed this? Marlboro Man hadn’t said a word. He was such a rabid college football fan, I couldn’t believe such a monumental game hadn’t been cause to reschedule the wedding date. Aside from ranching, football had always been Marlboro Man’s primary interest in life. He’d played in high school and part of college. He watched every televised ASU game religiously--for the nontelevised games, he relied on live reporting from Tony, his best friend, who attended every game in person. “I didn’t even know they were playing!” I said. I don’t know why I shouldn’t have known. It was September, after all. But it just hadn’t crossed my mind. I’d been a little on the busy side, I guess, getting ready to change my entire life and all. “How come you’re not down there watching it?” I asked. “I didn’t want to leave you,” he said. “You might get hit on.” He chuckled his sweet, sexy chuckle. I laughed. I could just see it--a drunk old guest scooting down the bar, eyeing my poufy white dress and spouting off pickup lines: You live around here? I sure like what you’re wearing… So…you married? Marlboro Man wasn’t in any immediate danger. Of that I was absolutely certain. “Go watch the game!” I insisted, motioning downstairs. “Nah,” he said. “I don’t need to.” He wanted to watch the game so badly I could see it in the air. “No, seriously!” I said. “I need to go hang with the girls anyway. Go. Now.” I turned my back and walked away, refusing even to look back. I wanted to make it easy on him. I wouldn’t see him for over an hour. Poor Marlboro Man. Unsure of the protocol for grooms watching college football during their wedding receptions, he’d darted in and out of the locker room for the entire first half. The agony he must have felt. The deep, sustained agony. I was so glad he’d finally joined the guys.

My cold-weather gear left a lot to be desired: black maternity leggings under boot-cut maternity jeans, and a couple of Marlboro Man’s white T-shirts under an extra-large ASU sweatshirt. I was so happy to have something warm to wear that I didn’t even care that I was wearing the letters of my Pac-10 rival. Add Marlboro Man’s old lumberjack cap and mud boots that were four sizes too big and I was on my way to being a complete beauty queen. I seriously didn’t know how Marlboro Man would be able to keep his hands off of me. If I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the feed truck, I’d shiver violently. But really, when it came right down to it, I didn’t care. No matter what I looked like, it just didn’t feel right sending Marlboro Man into the cold, lonely world day after day. Even though I was new at marriage, I still sensed that somehow--whether because of biology or societal conditioning or religious mandate or the position of the moon--it was I who was to be the cushion between Marlboro Man and the cruel, hard world. That it was I who’d needed to dust off his shoulders every day. And though he didn’t say it, I could tell that he felt better when I was bouncing along, chubby and carrying his child, in his feed truck next to him. Occasionally I’d hop out of the pickup and open gates. Other times he’d hop out and open them. Sometimes I’d drive while he threw hay off the back of the vehicles. Sometimes I’d get stuck and he’d say shit. Sometimes we’d just sit in silence, shivering as the vehicle doors opened and closed. Other times we’d engage in serious conversation or stop and make out in the snow. All the while, our gestating baby rested in the warmth of my body, blissfully unaware of all the work that awaited him on this ranch where his dad had grown up. As I accompanied Marlboro Man on those long, frigid mornings of work, I wondered if our child would ever know the fun of sledding on a golf course hill…or any hill, for that matter. I’d lived on the ranch for five months and didn’t remember ever hearing about anyone sledding…or playing golf…or participating in any recreational activities at all. I was just beginning to wrap my mind around the way daily life unfolded here: wake up early, get your work done, eat, relax, and go to bed. Repeat daily. There wasn’t a calendar of events or dinner dates with friends in town or really much room for recreation--because that just meant double the work when you got back to work. It was hard for me not to wonder when any of these people ever went out and had a good time, or built a snowman. Or slept past 5:00 A.M.

The crowd was patriotic, and they were chanting “USA, USA.” Of course, the crowd was also dyslexic out at the state university of Arizona, so it came out, “ASU, ASU.

The guy we worked with at ASU’s paper?” An image of a man of medium build with dark hair and black-rimmed glasses downloads. “Didn’t he grease his hair and wear a plastic pocket protector?” I grin at Reese and she shares a smile

The person who is an object of hate is in the best position to understand the essence of love. The rich is supposed to be a great pillar for the poor. The fools ought to value the wise ones.

The young king’s mother was Napir-Asu, so he was Burna-Buriash II’s grandson

Jedna vrsta kišobrana Sadim pravednu zver u nozdrve sveta * Vučem svoj smeh životinja oseti moj miris i trči u naopake mesece * Sećanje je kofer zaborav je dva pokrenimo svetlost ispočetka da vidimo da li insistira na uglju. Ja nisam ubeđen, vidiš, Imam da održavam toliko buktinja. Buktinja prva: Naslanjaš se na mene i moja krv otvara velike pupoljke na kraju neće ostati mesta za mene Buktinja druga: Da se igraš s nulom a da ostaneš na asu Buktinja treća: Ova potrebitost ne-stajanja – vozar zveri ali i hrana vožnjama, 14

Asu dreamed and the world was formed whole. All was both the dream and the dreamer. Then we chose form and we made thoughts. We saw things and non-things, we knew self and other. Thinking made a rift in the mind and in the body of the world. We were made from this wound. We were born of this cut. In this wound is the rift of time, the blood of life and death, the body of desire and pain. We came forth from the rift in bodies of pain and joy, bodies of fear and wonder. Through earthly being we have become the split that had formed in the world. We are no longer simply the ones who watch, now we must be the ones who choose!

In the Aitareya Brahmana, the breath (asu) of Brahma-Prajapati became alive, and from that breath he created the Asuras. Later on, after the war, the Asuras are called the enemies of the gods, hence—"A-suras," the initial "A" being a negative prefix—or "no-gods" -- the "gods" being referred to as "Suras." This then connects the Asuras and their "Hosts," enumerated further on, with the "Fallen Angels" of the Christian Churches, a hierarchy of spiritual Beings to be found in every Pantheon of ancient and even modern nations—from the Zoroastrian down to that of the Chinaman. They are the sons of the primeval Creative Breath at the beginning of every new Maha Kalpa, or Manvantara; in the same rank as the Angels who had remained "faithful." These were the allies of Soma (the parent of the Esoteric Wisdom) as against Brihaspati (representing ritualistic or ceremonial worship). Evidently they have been degraded in Space and Time into opposing powers or demons by the ceremonialists, on account of their rebellion against hypocrisy, sham-worship, and the dead-letter form.

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