Bv Quotes

I wondered whose job it was to blow sunshine into my ears.

The fans are on, let's see which way the shit blows.

What programmer didn’t live with a deadline over his head?

Nog een geluk dat Zoals met de gek uit het grapje die zich voortdurend met een hamer op het hoofd sloeg, en naar de reden gevraagd, zei: "Omdat het zo prettig is, als ik ermee ophou"- zo is het een beetje met mij. Ik ben ermee opgehouden je te verliezen. Ik ben je kwijt. Misschien is dat geluk: een geluk bij een ongeluk. Misschien is geluk: Nog een geluk dat. Dat ik aan jou kan terugdenken, bv., in plaats van aan een ander.

I’d learned over time that engineers preferred a straightforward question with a quantifiable answer. Open-ended designing, on the other hand, was the realm of programmers.

Injustice, large and small, was like sour, moldy bread. Consumed often enough, it brought on hunger for the meat of revenge.

Never apologize for struggling with an enemy who attacks you,” she said, almost as if she was quoting a proverb. “That is the path to slavery.

Quantity has a quality all its own.

Life a dream in Death's eternal sleep.

She was a tornado in a skirt.

People who can convince themselves their crap is reality are very persuasive.

Alliances are always forged in the fires of necessity, rather than poured from the sweet wine of love.

This woman suspected everyone of skullduggery just because she was so good at it herself.

They’d taken a hard look under my hood, and they’d promptly slammed it back down again, shuddering.

I’m not getting permed for anyone.” That was Carlos in a nutshell. He’d die for you—but not permanently. His loyalty had its limits.

Als een vrouw die haar kont en tieten laat zien al een BV is, dan is het ver gekomen.

Like many women who are attracted to brave, dangerous guys, she’d finally landed one. The trouble was, the moment she had me, she wanted to change the very behavior that made her want to mate with me in the first place.

You people from Earth, you’re so sensitive. You worry about everything. How can life be worth living if you worry all the time?

Who’s worse? The devil who abuses you honestly, or the one who convinces you he’s your best friend first?

He was as slippery as a snake oil salad.

Humanity thrown together in the equivalent of a Petri dish under a microscope bred malignant organisms as often as benign.

He wore his personality like a suit that was too tight.

Politics must drive military strategy as strategy drives tactics. Only when politics fail do we fight.

I’d move heaven and Earth to bring her back to me and hold her in my arms and kiss her once again. To have her lie beside me in my bed and wake up next to me in the morning…

Why? Because we had the ship, of course.

The outer shell of the ship was thick enough to withstand the worst bombardment Jupiter should be able to put out.

Most of the computers were dead, too. They couldn’t take high levels of radiation any more than humans could.

They came for raw materials,

McGill,” Leeson said in a lowered tone. “I’m asking for your expert advice, here. How do I disobey a direct order from my superior and get away with it?

I needn’t tell you,

There’s an old saying on Earth to the effect that in a kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

We thought it would be better this time, but it was just a newer version of the same old thing.

Morale and discipline are much easier to maintain when people have almost supernatural faith in you.

One of the worst ways to die was being shot from a distance, without any way to defend yourself.

When it came to women, I supposed one must take the good with the bad.

Perform all your questionable deeds at midnight, McGill. Do them all at once, as fast as you can.

If free people can’t defend themselves without lies, they don’t deserve their freedom.

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.

I knew enough about women to take the “silent treatment” for the gift it was.

I can’t prove I didn’t do something. That’s why unfounded accusations are so devastating.

The smartest and best know they can do the job better than everyone else, so they micromanage everything. They spread themselves too thin and fail where a lesser man might have succeeded.

The more mankind learns, the less he becomes. There’s always one more technology, one more scientific advance that promises to fix our lives, but none of that matters without the people we love.

Programming was very different from mathematics, as it was far more creative. In math, there was one right answer, and you worked at a problem until you got to that answer. In programming, there were an infinite number of answers that could be considered correct, just as there might be when writing a book. But the results of programming, unlike a written story, were tangible. Your program had to actually do something.

I might be alive now, but I’d experienced what I thought was my final, one-and-only permanent death. That hadn’t been fun, that soulless, hopeless moment alone. To know the lights are going out for the very last time…

No human trapped on Earth has ever really seen the stars. Our atmosphere is like a foggy lens between the natural beauty of the universe and our seeking eyes. In space they are perfect, like jewels shimmering with icy light.

You never knew what a woman might detect in your face. They were like bloodhounds on a scent-trail when it came to reading expressions. I, on the other hand, barely knew what they were thinking until they started crying or something.

But a man like me knows the first rule of being a liar. The insurmountable, overriding truth about all lies: Once you’d aired them, you were stuck with them. You had to back them up and never, never admit you were full of grade-A bullshit.

The Wine of Love The wine of Love is music, And the feast of Love is song: And when Love sits down to the banquet, Love sits long: Sits long and ariseth drunken, But not with the feast and the wine; He reeleth with his own heart, That great rich Vine.

You are also a risk-taker. A daredevil. I’ve read all about it. Women are attracted to your type, because they feel protected—but then when they become involved, they don’t like it anymore. They are upset by the very traits that drew them in the first place. Strange, isn’t it?” “Sounds

Well, conmen are like that. A huckster is often a sucker for another huckster. I think they’re people who get swept up in the moment. People who can convince themselves their crap is reality are very persuasive. They’re also more likely to be swayed by the persuasiveness of another. They’re people who get excited about things, and when they meet another of their own kind they like it.

We even, at the worst, reach the state for which Buddhism, in the East presents most ably the case: as in the West, does James Thomson (B.V.) in The City of Dreadful Night ; we come to wish for—or, more truly to think that we wish for "blest Nirvana's sinless stainless Peace" (or some such twaddle—thank God I can't recall Arnold's mawkish and unmanly phrase!) and B.V.'s "Dateless oblivion and divine repose." I insist on the "think that you wish," because, if the real You did really wish the real That, you could never have come to exist at all! ("But I don't exist."—"I know—let's get on!") Note, please, how sophistically unconvincing are the Buddhist theories of how we ever got into this mess. First cause: Ignorance. Way out, then, knowledge. O.K., that implies a knower, a thing known—and so on and so forth, through all the Three Waste Paper Baskets of the Law; analysed, it turns out to be nonsense all dolled up to look like thinking. And there is no genuine explanation of the origin of the Will to be. How different, how simple, how self-evident, is the doctrine of The Book of the Law !

In the face of the calamity, the Modi government froze. In the seven months from March to September 2020, Modi made 82 public appearances—physical as well as virtual. In the next four months, he made 111 such appearances. From February to 25 April 2021, he clocked 92 public appearances. From 25 April, after he called off the Kumbh and his Bengal rallies, Modi disappeared. He made no public appearance for 20 days.147 The prime minister of India fled the field when his people needed the government most. Through all of April and much of May, upper class Indians flooded Twitter with calls for help to find hospital beds, oxygen cylinders, drugs like Remdesivir and ventilators.148 The Union did not think to set up a helpline to guide those who needed this help. Into this space strode the youth Congress leader B.V. Srinivas (@srinivasiyc) who, with a team of volunteers, began to help people reaching out for aid on Twitter. He was so effective in the absence of the State and any government presence that even the embassies of New Zealand and the Philippines contacted him for help when staffers fell ill with Covid.149 Focussed on the government’s image, Jaishankar tweeted: ‘This was an unsolicited supply as they had no Covid cases. Clearly for cheap publicity by you know who. Giving away cylinders like this when there are people in desperate need of oxygen is simply appalling.’ The New Zealand embassy staffer who had received oxygen from Srinivas on 2 May died 18 days later.

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My lie was getting more and more elaborate. You didn’t just play with that kind of thing. You had to work it like a blob of clay on a pottery wheel, shaping and molding it gently until it turned into a vase or something in the end. You couldn’t just go and slap it around. If you did, the whole thing was likely to blow up in your face.

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we’re suckers for a pretty woman. We’re just wired to want to give them a break.

bvThere's never a moment when we're not in love. Every hour there may be a new love: love of sleep, love of rest, love of the harp, or simply love of beauty. When we feel enveloped by these feelings, we know we're enveloped by Love.

wasn’t being “transported” from one place to another—not in reality. Instead, I’d been disintegrated and then rebuilt again, molecule by molecule, in a remote location.

Het kan niet anders dat dit programma een flop in het kwadraat wordt. Het niveau van die BV's ligt beneden alle peil. (Big Brother Vips)

Those of you at the bottom of your pyramids serve with vigor and trust. Those at the top are deceitful and self-serving.

The Dhammapada says losing what you love brings suffering. But harboring the pain of your loss only brings more pain.

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Word of advice, young fellow, don’t ever stand still or life will fossilize you on the spot.

That would be like killing all the relatives of a murderer. Sure, the criminal deserved justice—but did his grandma have to die as well?

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Neem nu ‘De Afspraak’. Dat zit daar altijd vol politieke journalisten, die inmiddels allemaal BV geworden zijn. De media voeren die alle dagen op, waardoor mensen op den duur gaan denken dat die figuren écht belangrijk zijn, dat die iets vertegenwoordigen. Maar de waarheid is: zij vertegenwoordigen enkel zichzelf en hun linkse, politiek-correcte woke-mening. Zij ondervragen elkaar, en zo blijven we in de cirkel van elitaire journalisten. Dat is niet meer dan een kruisbestuiving en een zelfbewierroking, en op den duur gaan ze zichzelf nog geloven ook.

the truth is, no one is ever placed into the events of history at the beginning.

They just wanted to hear themselves talk and imagine that everyone admired them.

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It was good for troops to know their officers were reliable, and that we didn’t hate each other—at least not to a degree that divided us.

The beauty of a real war was that it cleared the minds of the participants.

Thanks Carlos. See you in Hell.” “Keep my chair warm!

She was like a cat-lady, and when you’re dating a cat-lady, you’d better pretend you like irritating fuzz-balls.

I quickly updated Kreel on the situation and told him to send

Sometimes, the best advisor is one that serves as a sounding board for his commander’s thoughts.

How can I want to screw someone and want to kill her at the same time?” I chuckled. “My father could explain that to you. He says that’s what marriage is all about.

Let’s cycle the power—turn it off and on again. The system needs a reboot.

Sun Tzu’s advice: ‘When strong, appear weak. When weak, appear strong.

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a rich vein of plutonium,

Already, she’s given us a dozen hints that have turned into things the world would never have seen without it. You have a computer in your pocket called a smart phone. Much of the magic that makes that wonderful technology operate we owe to this ship.

They piled outside. Fortunately, the hatches still allowed them to exit.

Three aliens stepped out of the tunnel mouth and stalked forward,

Maybe they’ve been watching us for a century or so.

Space wasn’t much more than a cold void full of deadly flying particles.

The velocities they were traveling at were amazing, and if they met so much as a pebble at this speed it would hit them like cannon shell, driving a neat hole through vessel from bow to stern.

Much of what we are exists in the mysterious realm called memory. Our identities reside there. Without memories, what are we? Virtually nothing.

essential need of the bored Russian fighting man: vodka.

No one squeals to the press.

They’d always had nukes,

The Americans had placed hundreds of them on the ice over recent years to measure the effects of warming on the Arctic.

Hurled with terrific force, chunks of thick steel tore through the thinner hull of the ISS.

A person born at the start of the last century would have come from a very primitive world. Technology did matter.

Look at this, from sea-level to the tallest peak—that’s measuring over fifteen miles.

Sandra followed me past the smirking maintenance man to one of the target-practice bricks.

Enemy detected. Emergency signal received. Gathering initiated.

big screen, however, and input a general unlock code. The system had essentially been in safe mode up until that moment. The screen shuddered

Guilt, that necrotizing bacteria of conscience that loves to nibble away at happiness.

He moved toward them like a grouper being reeled in a fishing line, half jumping, half sliding, seeming to thrash in every direction at the same time.

The house was a pile of boards held up by sheer force of will, as substantial as meringue with a rusty roof topping.