Bremen Quotes

There is plenty of Hühnerfleisch in the Kühlschrank. (There is plenty of chicken in the fridge)

You don’t reason with a monster running at you with two sharp blades. This isn’t a fairy tale where the beasts turn out to be kind and friendly.

Ei was, du Rotkopf,’ sagte der Esel, ‘zieh lieber mit uns fort, wir gehen nach Bremen, etwas Besseres als den Tod findest du überall; du hast eine gute Stimme, und wenn wir zusammen musizieren, so muß es eine Art haben.

I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull. He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade, lived afterwards at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a very good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called - nay we call ourselves and write our name - Crusoe; and so my companions always called me.

Sometimes, lots of times, when people talk I don’t hear the words. Just the sounds, strung together. Up, down, side, side, hum, buzz.

I’m fifteen years old,” I whispered into the fireplace. “How can I run a country?” Baclen didn’t look sympathetic. “You can start by getting dressed.

Language speaks and not the human.

The Musicians of Bremen

über alle beliebigen Ketzereien zu inquirieren, vornehmlich aber über die in jetzigen Zeiten gedeihende Ketzerei der Hexen, und zwar durch fünf Metropolitankirchen, nämlich von Mainz, Köln, Trier, Salzburg und Bremen, mit aller Befugnis, gegen solche bis zur letzten Vertilgung vorzugehen, nach

If your love for […] wants to do something now, then its work and task is this: to catch up with what it has missed. For it has failed to see whither this person has gone, it has failed to accompany her in her broadest development, it has failed to spread itself out over the new distances this person embraces, and it hasn’t ceased looking for her at a certain point in her growth, it wants obstinately to hold fast to a definite beauty beyond which she has passed, instead of persevering, confident of new shared beauties to come.” —from letter to Paula Modersohn-Becker Bremen (February 12, 1902)

SOSO, como la tarta sin crema, Seco, como la vaca sin leche, Nació un malvado estornino Con tristes pintas de cuaresma. En la sombría ciudad de Bremen Estudió la chirimía Y lanzó agrias letrillas Extendiendo el terror extremo. Y se decían al verle ¿De dónde viene? ¿Del abismo negro Donde en un vapor tórrido Arden los pobres condenados? Y él, con la mirada perdida, Ignoraba a los hombres sorprendidos…

All the dying that summer began with the death of a child, a boy with golden hair and thick glasses, killed on the railroad tracks outside New Bremen, Minnesota, sliced into pieces by a thousand tons of steel speeding across the prairie toward South Dakota. His name was Bobby Cole. He was a sweet-looking kid and by that I mean he had eyes that seemed full of dreaming and he wore a half smile as if he was just about to understand something you’d spent an hour trying to explain. I should have known him better, been a better friend. He lived not far from my house and we were the same age. But he was two years behind me in school and might have been held back even more except for the kindness of certain teachers. He was a small kid, a simple child, no match at all for the diesel-fed drive of a Union Pacific locomotive. It

It seems to me that when you look back at a life - yours or another's - what you see is a path that weaves into and out of deep shadow. So much is lost. What we use to construct the past is what has remained in the open, a hodgepodge of fleeting glimpses. Our histories, like my father's current body, are structures built of toothpicks. So what I recall of that last summer in New Bremen is a construct of both what stands in the light and what I imagine in the dark where I cannot see.

The Bremen German literature conference was highly eventful. Pelletier, backed by Morini and Espinoza, went on the attack like Napoleon at Jena, assaulting the unsuspecting German Archimboldi scholars, and the downed flags of Pohl, Schwarz, and Borchmeyer were soon routed to the cafés and taverns of Bremen. The young German professors participating in the event were bewildered at first and then took the side of Pelletier and his friends, albeit cautiously. The audience, consisting mostly of university students who had traveled from Göttingen by train or in vans, was also won over by Pelletier’s fiery and uncompromising interpretations, throwing caution to the winds and enthusiastically yielding to the festive, Dionysian vision of ultimate carnival (or penultimate carnival) exegesis upheld by Pelletier and Espinoza.

Misschien staat alles wel in het teken van een groot moederschap, als een gemeenschappelijk verlangen. De schoonheid van de maagd, een wezen dat (zoals u het zo fraai uitdrukt) ‘nog niet heeft opgeleverd’, bestaat in het moederschap, dat zichzelf voorvoelt en voorbereidt, dat vrees en verlangens koester. En de schoonheid van de moeder bestaat in een dienend moederschap, en in de oude vrouw leeft een grote herinnering voort. En ook in de man is moederschap, lijkt me, zowel lichamelijk als geestelijk; zijn verwekken is ook een soort baren, en baren is het als hij uit zijn meest persoonlijke rijkdom creeert. En misschien zijn de seksen wel verwanter dan men denkt, en de grote vernieuwing van de wereld zal er misschien wel in bestaan dat de man en het meisje, bevrijd van alle valse gevoelens en gevoelens van onlust, elkaar niet als hun tegenpool zullen zoeken, maar als broer en zus en als buren, en dat zij zich als mens zullen aaneensluiten om eenvoudig, ernstig en geduldig de hun opgelegde zware last van hun seksualiteit gezamenlijk te dragen. - Thans in Worpswede bij Bremen, 16 juli 1903

In a case like this, the thing is (in my own opinion) to draw back upon oneself, and not to strive after any other being, not to relate the suffering, occasioned by both, to the cause of the suffering (which lies so far outside) but to make it fruitful for oneself. If you transfer what goes on in your emotion into solitude and do not bring your vacillating and tremulous feeling into the dangerous proximity of magnetic forces, it will, through its inherent flexibility, assume of its own accord the position that is natural and necessary to it. In any case, it helps to remind oneself very often that over everything that exists there are laws which never fail to operate, which come rushing, rather, to manifest and prove themselves upon every stone and upon every feather we let fall. So all erring consists simply in the failure to recognize the natural laws to which we are subject in the given instance, and every solution begins with our alertness and concentration, which gently draw us into the chain of events and restore to our will its balancing counterweights..." ―from letter to Emanuel von Bodman Westerwede bei Bremen (August 17, 1901)

Marita Lorenz, born on August 18, 1939, in Bremen, Germany, was best known for her undercover work with the CIA. She was the daughter of Captain Heinrich Lorenz, master of the S/S Bremen IV, a German passenger ship, and her mother, an American actress, was related to Ambassador Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr. Arriving in Havana on her father’s ship in 1959, she met Fidel who talked about improving the Cuban tourist business. It was obvious that he was taken by the beautiful 19-year-old brunette, and upon hearing that she was fluent in multiple languages, asked if she would translate some letters for him. She happily agreed and although continuing on to New York, she was persuaded to return to Havana to do the translations. When Castro arrived in her room, he revealed his true motives, which at the time repelled her. The next day when Castro reappeared things were vastly different.

Brothers, beseech our Lord God, that he comfort Holy Christianity with His Grace, and His Peace, and protect it from all evil. Pray to Our God for our spiritual father, the Pope, and for the Empire and for all our leaders and prelates of Christianity, lay and ecclesiastical, that God use them in His service. And also for all spiritual and lay judges, that they may give Holy Christianity peace and such good justice that God’s Judgement will not come over them. Pray for our Order in which God has assembled us, that the Lord will give us Grace, Purity, a Spiritual Life, and that he take away all that is found in us or other Orders that is unworthy of praise and opposed to His Commandments. Pray for our Grand Master and all the regional commanders, who govern our lands and people, and for all the brothers who exercise office in our Order, that they act in their office of the Order in such a way as not to depart from God. Pray for the brothers who hold no office, that they may use their time purposefully and zealously in worship, so that those who hold office and they themselves may be useful and pious. Pray for those who are fallen in deadly sin, that God may help them back into his Grace and that they may escape eternal punishment. Pray for the lands that lie near the pagans, that God may come to their aid with his Counsel and Power, that belief in God and Love can be spread there, so that they can withstand all their enemies. Pray for those who are friends and associates of the Order, and also for those who do good actions or who seek to do them, that God may reward them. Pray for all those who have left us inheritances or gifts that neither in life nor in death does God allow them to depart from Him. Especially pray for Duke Friedrich of Swabia and King Heinrich his brother, who was Emperor, and for the honourable burghers of Lübeck and Bremen, who founded our Order. Remember also Duke Leopold of Austria, Duke Conrad of Masovia, and Duke Sambor of Pomerellia . . . Remember also our dead brothers and sisters . . . Let each remember the soul of his father, his mother, his brothers and sisters. Pray for all believers, that God may give them eternal peace. May they rest in peace. Amen.

I’d figured out that it wasn’t just about food and shelter. Obviously, that was important, but it was the people that I met, the people who made a difference, that kept me going. That made my world.

An army of demons is going to invade the Earth and take control of the planet, wiping out a good portion of humanity as they do it.

Judge Louis B. Brodsky went out of his way to explain that many regarded this new emblem of Germany as a 'black flag of piracy' and believed that the SS Bremen had engaged in a 'gratuitously brazen flaunting of an emblem which symbolizes all that is antithetical to American ideals of the God given and inalienable rights of all people to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.' The judge's long speech from the bench took aim at the Nazis' 'war on religious freedom... the suppression of the blessed trinity of free speech, freedom of the press and lawful assembly, the degradation of culture, an international menace threatening freedom; a revolt against civilization - in brief, if I may borrow a biological concept, an atavistic throw-back to premedieval, if not barbaric, social and political conditions.

Aubéron is an elf, not a dwarf, as can be deduced from the facts. This is made clear by his great beauty, his shining nature, his hostility to all lies, and his magical powers: Aubéron has mastered the art of charm and illusion and is capable of creating mirages. He rules over the elements and is able to unleash wind and rain as he pleases. This ability makes him similar to Thor, as Adam of Bremen describes this god (see here), and as he has survived in folk beliefs in which, at an older stage of his history, he had a connection to the elves. Aubéron therefore falls into the Third Function as defined by Dumézil.

He hadn’t said a word to me until we had been roommates for eight months. And even then it had only been, “You’re wearing my socks.

I noticed that the snow was gone and the ground looked greener. It’s funny how the good stuff can wipe away the bad stuff so quickly.

The Swiss current of Reformed theology of Francis Turretin and Johann Heinrich Heidegger differed from the French approach exemplified by the Academy of Saumur. The northern German Reformed line of Bremen or of the Middle-European Herborn Academy differed from that of the Franeker theologians in the tradition of William Ames. At Leiden, the Cocceian or federalist approach was not identical with the Voetian project at Utrecht. Likewise, the British variety of Reformed theology (John Owen, Richard Baxter), with all its diversity, and the several types of Reformed teaching on the Continent each had an emphasis of their own. Methodologically, this means that we no longer can canonize Geneva, or contrast a non-scholastic Calvin with the later scholastic Calvinists as if they represented a uniform movement.

As television has had a homogenizing effect on the accents and dialects of Americans, watering down accents and sanding down sharp twangs, Luther’s Bible created a single German tongue. Suddenly millers from München could communicate with bakers from Bremen. Out of this grew a sense of a common heritage and

Dr. Gunnar Heinsohn of the University of Bremen has estimated that since 1948, over 11,000,000 Muslims have been killed by other Muslims in various wars and uprisings (Front Page Magazine, October 8, 2007).

the right to divorce among them belongs to the women; the wife divorces when she wants,’ one wrote. Adultery by both sexes was punished harshly. Around 1075 Adam of Bremen relates that in Denmark men were punished by death for adultery, while women were sold, and that there was also capital punishment for the rape of virgins.

Don’t worry about a thing,” Tom said. But I worried about all the things.

insulting of the German Flag’ in New York (when dock workers had torn down the swastika banner from the steamer Bremen, giving rise to an international incident) on ‘Jewish elements’.

The smell of vanilla batter filled the air. “Ah, the scent of revenge,” I whispered in the silence.

But if someone would connect me to the assisted living, they might find me uncool, and I might die of uncoolness. It happens. I’m sure.

When my father had finished with the final service that day, which was held at noon in the church in Fosburg a dozen miles north of New Bremen, he drove us all home. As always it felt as if I’d just spent a long time in hell and had finally been granted a divine pardon.

I don’t mean to pry, but do you have a driver’s license?” Miss Dotty chuckled. “A lady never tells.

Not everyone has friendship down pat at age thirteen. Like most things, it’s a learning process.

After his death, in 865, St. Rembert was unanimously chosen archbishop of Hamburg and Bremen, and superintended all the churches of Sweden, Denmark, and the Lower Germany, finishing the work of their conversion. He also began the conversion of the Sclavi and the Vandals, now called Brandenburghers

Nothing happened on the trip to Berlin, Leipzig, and Hannover in March. Or on the trip to Bremen, Hamburg, and Lübeck in April. Or on the trip to Bamberg and Mannheim in May. Or Munich, Linz, and Salzburg in June. Or Dresden, Koblenz, and Stuttgart in July—although it was noteworthy, in Koblenz, that the Gnome was back to preferring one six-footer at a time.

To afford protection to certain Scottish merchants who were going to Bremen, Lubeck and Hamburg to trade, and promising protection to the merchants of the Hanseatic League, when their mercantile affairs should bring them to Scotland. If they read the the records of any other countries of that time, notably those of the Genoese and Venetian Republics and many others shortly after they were instituted, they would find a widely different spirit to that which animated the national hero of Scotland. Nearly every one of those other Republics cut themselves off by inpenetrable walls of protection - by arms, by tariffs, and by sustoms - in order that their merchants should be protected: but Wallace understood clearly that there could be no international goodwill without international reciprocity and protection to the merchants of the various nationalities.

Music in my fingers. Music in me. Music is in me.

I dream of music.

read your book, by the way,” I said. He looked up at me and then back down. He slapped a binder open. “The one about the Erlking?” I said. “The collected poems and essays?” He took a folder out of the binder, his back stiff. “The Warden from Bremen said you got the German wrong on the title,” I continued. “That must have been kind of embarrassing, huh? I mean, it’s been published for like a hundred years or something. Must eat at you.

Türk vatandaşlarının en yoğun bulunduğu ülkelerden biri olan Bremen'de büyü yapan ve büyü bozan medyum hoca arayışı dikkat çekiyor. Bremen medyumu olarak en tanınan isimlerin başında Medyum Ali Gürses Hoca geliyor. Çalışmalarını yurtdışına da gönderebilen Medyum Ali Hoca'ya medyumalibey @ gmail.com mail adresinden veya 0535 590 62 75 numaralı telefondan ulaşılabilmekte.

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Medyum Ali Hoca başta Mısır olmak üzere birçok farklı ülkede uzun yıllar havas ve ilm-i ledün alanında eğitim alarak kendini geliştirmiş, Türkiye'de parapsikoloji, kuantum ve bioenerji üzerine ihtisas yapmıştır. Türkiye'nin en iyi medyumları arasında gösterilen Medyum Ali Gürses Hoca aşk, bağlama, kısmet açma, rızık açma vefkleri, büyü bozma, yıldızname gibi birçok konuda uzun yıllardır Bremen başta olmak üzere yurtdışındaki Türklere de hizmet vermektedir.

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I didn't much like surprises. Unless it was cake.

Every painting – every good painting – evokes an emotion in the viewer.

Widukind narrated with spirit and vigor the story of his own Saxon people. Liutprand the Lombard tells of his trips to Constantinople and has a good grasp of the general state of Europe in the middle of the tenth century. Thietmar records the story of the German kings and of his Bishopric of Merseburg to 1018. Raoul Glaber, writing about the middle of the eleventh century, entertains us hugely by his pot-pourri of portents and disasters, marvels and mysteries of the preceding sixty years, and, ere he closes, confides an account of his early sinful life and subsequent monastic adventures. Hermann the Lame, of Reichenau, who died in 1054, and Marianus Scotus (1026-1083), an Irish monk who wandered to Germany, wrote world histories, and they are noted for their chronological researches. With these men and with Adam of Bremen, who introduces us to the history and geography of northern Europe, and Lambert of Hersfeld, who gives a detailed and well-written, though partisan, account of the eventful years 1073-1077, we find the writing of history well developed before the time of the First Crusade.

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Aboard the SS Bremen. Dietrich’s mannish attire was not at all unusual in the Berlin culture of the 1920s. In Hollywood, my mother phoned us every day, wishing she were back home.

ACL - Accelerated Contact Linguistics - was, Scile told me, a speciality crossbred from pedagogics, receptivity, programming and cryptography. It was used by the scholar-explorers of Bremen's pioneer ships to effect very fast communication with indigenes they encountered or which encountered them. In the logs of those early journeys, the excitement of the ACLers is moving. On continents, on worlds vivid and drab, they record first moments of understanding with menageries of exots. Tactile languages, bioluminescent words, all varieties of sounds that organisms can make. Dialects comprehensible only as palimpsests of references to everything already said, or in which adjectives are rude and verbs unholy. I've seen the trid diary of an ACLer barricaded in his cabin, whose vessel has been boarded by what we didn't then know as Corscans - it was first contact. He's afraid, as he should be, of the huge things battering at his door, but he's recording his excitement at having just understood the tonal structures of their speech. When the ACLers and the crews came to Arieka, there started more than 250 kilohours of bewilderment. It wasn't that the Host language is particularly difficult to understand, or changeable, or excessively various. There were startlingly few Hosts or Arieka, scattered around the one city, and all spoke the same language. With the linguists' earware and drives it wasn't hard to amass a database of sound-words (the newcomers thought of them as words, though where they divided one from the next the Ariekei might not recognize fissures). The scholars made pretty quick sense of syntax. Like all exot languages it had its share of astonishments. But there was nothing so alien that trumped the ACLers or their machines. The Hosts were patient, seemed intrigued by and, insofar as anyone could tell through their polite opacity, welcoming to their guests. They had no access to immer, nor exotic drives or even sublux engines; they never left their atmosphere, but they were otherwise advanced. They manipulated life with astounding finesse, and they seemed unsurprised that there was sentience elsewhere. The Hosts did not learn out Anglo-Ubiq. Did not seem to try. But within a few thousand hours, Terre linguists could understand much of what the Hosts said, and synthesised responses and questions in the one Ariekene language. The phonetic structure of the sentences they had their machines speak - the tonal shifts, the vowels and the rhythm of consonants - were precise, accurate to the very limits of testing. The Hosts listened, and did not understand a single sound.

Marita Lorenz, was born on August 18, 1939, in Bremen, Germany. In January of 1960 Marita, described as an attractive “curvy, black-haired young lady was named American’s “Mata Hari” by New York Daily News reporter Paul Meskil. Having had an affair with Fidel Castro that turned sour, she now returned to Havana where she attempted to take part in an assassination attempt, supposedly orchestrated by the Mafia and the CIA. Marita brought along poison pills in her cold cream jar, which predictably melted in the tropical heat. Besides, she later said that she really did not have the stomach for killing her former lover. Apparently Castro aware of why she returned to Cuba, handed her his pistol with a dare for her to use it. Even after knowing the truth regarding her visit, he allowed her to safely leave Cuba. Returning to Miami, Marita said that Frank Sturgis, presumably a CIA operative, was involved in this attempt, however it was his close associate, Alex Rorke, who was responsible for orchestrating the plan to poison Castro. Sturgis was extremely angry when she returned and rebuked her for putting the pills into the warm cold cream, calling her stupid, over and over again. For a few years after leaving the island, Marita was looked after and protected by a mobster named Ed Levi. It was his job to protect her from, what was considered, a likely attempt on her life by “Cuban Intelligence Operatives.” In 1961, Marita met Marcos Pérez Jiménez, the former President of Venezuela, in Miami. Marcos told her that he was anxious to meet her because he knew she was “Fidel's girl." He successfully pursued Marita, and when she gave in, they had an affair that resulted in the birth of a daughter.