Bovee Quotes

My friends say I'm a fool to think that you're the one for me, I guess I'm just a sucker for love. (love love) 'Cause honsetly the truth is that you know I'm never leaving, 'cause your my angel sent from above. (bove bove) Me and you can do no wrong. My money is yours give you a lil more 'cause I love ya, love ya. With me girl is where you belong... -Love Me

No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

The good characters in my book are loosely based on folks I know. All the bad stuff is made up.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities..

People feel sorry for you if you sit down on a bench in the evening.

Solitude, what a sad and beautiful thing it is! How beautiful when we choose it! How sad when it is forced upon us year after year! Some strong men are not lonely when they are alone, but I, who am weak, am lonely when I have no friends.

A failure establishes only this, that our determination to succeed was not strong enough.

Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.

it is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

a man like me, who does not work, who does not want to work, will always be disliked. In that house full of working people , I was the madman that, deep down, everyone wanted to be. I was the one who went without food, the cinema, warm clothes, to be free. I was the one who, without meaning to, daily reminded people of their wretched state. people have not forgiven me for being free and for not being afraid of poverty.

To cultivate a garden is to walk with God, to go hand in hand with nature in some of her most beautiful processes, to learn something of her choicest secrets, and to have a more intelligent interest awakened in the beautiful order of her works elsewhere.

If I do start life all over again, I’ll do so very cautiously, but will I even start? Caution, understanding, it’s all useless. There is weariness, and nothing more.

Bruce chooses the dead bodies he finds very carefully. They never have young kids.

If I had to think it over for weeks and take a vote on it, I'd not bomb anyone.

When all is lost, the future still remains.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly

Kindness is a language the dumb can speak and the deaf can hear and understand.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it

Good men have the fewest fears.

I asked myself whether a life devoid of any affection, of any goal, a life one fills with a thousand trifles intended to relieve its monotony, populated with human beings one seeks out in order not to be alone and whom one flees to avoid being bored by them, whether such a life isn't ridiculous, whether anything whatsoever wouldn't be preferable.

Example has more followers than reason.

Raindrops were falling on the ground, never one on top of another.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us when we walk in sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into shade.

Lovers are rude and selfish.

There is probably no hell for authors in the next world--they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this one.

It is strange how everything changes when you are not there.

I served on a jury recently. We got hung; we were 6 vs 6.

The language denotes the man. A coarse or refined character finds its expression naturally in a coarse or refined phraseology.

When I was a student I spent a lot of time in the library. That's where the books and smart girls were.

Ye know, Mas'r George, ye oughtenter feel 'bove nobody, on 'count yer privileges, 'cause all our privileges is gi'n to us; we ought al'ays to 'member that," said Aunt Chloe, looking quite serious.

Could she possibly have someone who really could love And add to her fins the wings of a dove So not only the waves could she enjoy through the day But soar 'bove the clouds, perhaps see a new way To enjoy a full life she didn't think she'd deserve Too far out of reach so far as she could observe The final decision she and she alone must make One heart is committed, but both are at stake

Example has more followers than reason. We unconsciously imitate what pleases us, and insensibly approximate to the characters we most admire. In this way, a generous habit of thought and of action carries with it an incalculable influence.

Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death; And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never call'd to bear my part, Or show the glory of our art? And, which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you. But make amends now: get you gone, And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i' the morning: thither he Will come to know his destiny: Your vessels and your spells provide, Your charms and every thing beside. I am for the air; this night I'll spend Unto a dismal and a fatal end: Great business must be wrought ere noon: Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vaporous drop profound; I'll catch it ere it come to ground: And that distill'd by magic sleights Shall raise such artificial sprites As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his confusion: He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy. Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' & c Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

Heaven lent you a soul, Earth will lend a grave.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.

I am the abandoned child, now become a man. So everything has turned out pretty well. . . A little too much importance is accorded to things I say.

¡Ah! ¡La soledad, qué hermosa y triste cosa! ¡Qué hermosa cuando la escogemos! ¡Qué triste cuando nos es impuesta durante años!

Hij vond de wereld slecht. Niemand was in staat tot onbaatzuchtigheid. Om zich heen zag hij alleen mensen die deden of ze het eeuwige leven hadden, ze waren onrechtvaardig en schraapzuchtig, slijmden tegen degenen aan wie ze iets konden hebben en lieten de rest links liggen. Hij vroeg zich af of het leven op die manier echt de moeite waard was om geleefd te worden, of het geluk niet eerder besloten lag in de eenzaamheid dan in de ellendige inspanningen die hij zich moest getroosten om de schijn op te houden tegenover zijn omgeving.

Did you know they don’t have golden arches at the McDonald’s in Sedona? Only McDonald’s in the world without golden ones? They’re teal.

An old guy was asked if he had ever googled himself. Probably not computer literate, he answered: “Of course, we all did, but we didn’t call it that.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

[A]bove all, it has been the Qur'anic notion of the universe, as an expression of Allah's will and creation, that has inspired in diverse Muslim communities, generations of artists, scientists and philosophers? Scientific pursuits, philosophic inquiry and artistic endeavour are all seen as the response of the faithful to the recurring call of the Qur'an to ponder the creation as a way to understand Allah's benevolent majesty. As Sura al-Baqara proclaims: 'Wherever you turn, there is the face of Allah.'" His Highness the Aga Khan's 2003 Address to the International Colloquium 'Word of God, Art of Man: The Qur'an and its Creative Expressions' organised by The Institute of Ismaili Studies (London, United Kingdom)

When I was a kid…We believed it was butter, and we drank whole milk. Now, coffee, cheese, flour, oil, sugar, salt, beer, and ice cream are bad for us, and we should eat foods that are improved, no-fat, lo-cal, lite, organic, unsaturated, decaffeinated, artificial, or taste awful, and contain enough dyes and preservatives to look appetizing and last a long time in their pretty packaging that is 43% of their retail cost figuring in advertising.

Kui kodust välja lähen, loodan alati, et juhtub midagi, mis mu elu täielikult muudab. Ootan seda kuni kojujõudmiseni. Sellepärast ma toas püsida ei tahagi. Kahjuks ei ole seni midagi niisugust juhtunud.

Niets is bedrieglijker dan goede bedoelingen, want die wekken de illusie dat ze het goede zelf zijn.

Charles Benesteau ging weg. Hij begreep nu precies waarom hij de mensen die hij had gekend zo zorgvuldig ontliep: er gaapte een enorme afstand tussen hem en de anderen. Wat hij gedaan had was voor hen bijzonder, terwijl het voor hem zo eenvoudig was.

¿Cuál es el tipo de producto y para qué sirve? ¿Es un producto de necesidad o de placer? ¿Cómo satisface la necesidad del consumidor? ¿Cuáles son las características que lo distinguen? ¿Cuánto dura? ¿Cuál es su ciclo de vida y en qué etapa se encuentra? ¿En qué fase de desarrollo se encuentra? Idea, modelo, prototipo, producto en fase de prueba

Outside Caracas patriots hardly fared better. The “Legions of Hell”—hordes of wild and truculent plainsmen—rode out of the barren llanos to punish anyone who dared call himself a rebel. Leading these colored troops was the fearsome José Tomás Boves. A Spanish sailor from Asturias, Boves had been arested at sea for smuggling, sent to the dungeons of Puerto Cabello, then exiled to the Venezuelan prairie, where he fell in with marauding cowboys. He was fair-haired, strong-shouldered, with an enormous head, piercing blue eyes, and a pronounced sadistic streak. Loved by his feral cohort with a passion verging on worship, he led them to unimaginable violence. As Bolívar’s aide Daniel O’Leary later wrote, “Of all the monsters produced by the revolution . . . Boves was the worst.” He was a barbarian of epic proportions, an Attila for the Americas. Recruited by Monteverde but beholden to no one, Boves raised a formidable army of black, pardo, and mestizo llaneros by promising them open plunder, rich booty, and a chance to exterminate the Creole class. The llaneros were accomplished horsemen, well trained in the art of warfare. They needed few worldly goods, rode bareback, covered their nakedness with loincloths. They consumed only meat, which they strapped to their horses’ flanks and cured by the sweat of the racing animals. They made tents from hides, slept on earth, reveled in hardship. They lived on the open prairie, which was parched by heat, impassable in the rains. Their weapon of choice was a long lance of alvarico palm, hardened to a sharp point in the campfire. They were accustomed to making rapid raids, swimming on horseback through rampant floods, the sum of their earthly possessions in leather pouches balanced on their heads or clenched between their teeth. They could ride at a gallop, like the armies of Genghis Khan, dangling from the side of a horse, so that their bodies were rendered invisible, untouchable, their killing lances straight and sure against a baffled enemy. In war, they had little to lose or gain, no allegiance to politics. They were rustlers and hated the ruling class, which to them meant the Creoles; they fought for the abolition of laws against their kind, which the Spaniards had promised; and they believed in the principles of harsh justice, in which a calculus of bloodshed prevailed.

Active natures are rarely melancholy. Activity and sadness are incompatible.

Let the children who are sent to those schools be taught to read and write. . . . [and a]bove all, let both sexes be carefully instructed in the principles and obligations of the Christian religion. This is the most essential part of education – this will make them dutiful children, teachable scholars, and, afterwards, good apprentices, good husbands, good wives, honest mechanics, industrious farmers, peaceable sailors, and, in everything that relates to this country, good citizens.

I have not asked anything extraordinary from life. I have only asked for one thing, which has always been refused to me. I have really fought to obtain it. This thing, other people find it without searching. This thing is neither money, nor friendship, nor glory. It's a place amongst men, a place for me, a place that will be recognized as mine without envy, as there will be nothing enviable about it. This place would not be different from the people who occupy it. It would just be respectable.

Kui ma kodust välja lähen, loodan alati, et juhtub midagi, mis mu elu täielikult muudab. Ootan seda kuni kojujõudmiseni. Sellepärast ma oma toas püsida ei tahagi. Kahjuks ei ole seni midagi niisugust juhtunud.

Boves atacó a la ciudad, reconquistándola. Al hacerlo, desata su personal furor. Es el mes de octubre de aquel fatal 1814. Ordena a la tropa que mate cuantos hombres encuentre, “como así lo ejecutó entrando varios a caballo dentro de la iglesia parroquial buscando a los que a ella se habían refugiado para matarlos, como lo realizaron con más de quinientos”.

Dušo, me mogu bove, ograničiti more.

«La historia sería distinta si Bolívar hubiera atacado Puerto Cabello pero no… el muy pajúo se fue pa'Caracas; dejó que el enemigo se reuniera, se armara, que le llegaran refuerzos de España, que ficharan al chulo de Boves y ganara territorios sólo porque quería cojerse unos culos, caerse a curda y que le jalaran bolas. ¿Sabes quién es Santiago Mariño?».

I’m sure he knew all the petty thoughts going through my mind at the time. Yes, without a doubt, he knew them all because, had I been in his shoes, I too would have guessed them.

Il existe des gens persuadés que c'est le départ qui compte le plus dans la vie. Si le départ est mauvais, il peut nous arriver les pires malheurs, ils ne s'en attristent pas. C'était inévitable. Mais s'il est bon et qu'il nous arrive quand même les pires malheurs, ils en sont sincèrement peinés.

Peut-être les Dechatellux avaient-ils, comme moi, le sentiment que la vie n'est pas éternelle, que chaque mois qui s'écoule diminue les menaces qu'elle fait peser sur nous. Quand nous n'aurons plus que quelques années à vivre, elles ne pourront tout de même pas s'abattre toutes sur nous.

O ces fêtes, dans les parcs! Que les lampions utilisés pour les illuminations me semblaient misérables, accrochés à des fils de fer tendus entre les arbres! Je ne me rendais pas compte que, comme au guignol le bâton suffit à faire le gendarme, ils suffisaient à donner l'illusion de fêtes nocturnes.

Il programma viene inteso come un tipo di attività macro, come per esempio la costruzione di un aereo, che poi genera a sua volta dei progetti specifici, i quali possono generare dei sub-progetti, delle task e sub-task, come illustrato nella figura 1.4.

Solitude, what a sad and beautiful thing it is! How beautiful when we choose it! How sad when it is forced upon us year after year!” The ultimate loneliness inevitably becomes evil.