Cid Quotes

The CID official said to the Russians, “I didn’t know contractors worked on weekends. Why are you two here today?

I never do enjoy my breaks, long or short...I look forward to them intensely, but as soon as they begin, I can feel them starting to end. I feel the temporariness of my freedom, and find it hard to concentrate on anything other than the sensation of it trickling away.

Lies were lethal, however honourable the intentions of the liar. They deprived people of the opportunity to know the basic facts of their own lives.

Its weak people who are dangerous, who lash out uncontrollably and hurt you back. Strong people can walk away- no repercussions, you see, if you attack a strong person.

A vaincre sans péril, on triomphe sans gloire.

Contemporary fantasists all bow politely to Lord Tennyson and Papa Tolkien, then step around them to go back to the original texts for inspiration--and there are a lot of those texts. We have King Arthur and his gang in English; we've got Siegfried and Brunhild in German; Charlemagne and Roland in French; El Cid in Spanish; Sigurd the Volsung in Icelandic; and assorted 'myghtiest Knights on lyfe' in a half-dozen other cultures. Without shame, we pillage medieval romance for all we're worth.

Va, je ne te hais point.

Ah! qu'avec peu d'effet on entend la raison, Quand le cœur est atteint d'un si charmant poison! Et lorsque le malade aime sa maladie, Qu'il a peine à souffrir que l'on y remédie!

We manufacture anger to give ourselves the illusion of power when we feel weak and helpless.

when your world falls apart and everything's ruined, you lose part of yourself. Not all, inconveniently. One half, the best half, dies. The other half lives.

It isnt for want of something to say-- something to tell you-- something you should know-- but to detain you-- keep you from going-- feeling myself here as long as you are-- as long as you are

Pour grands que soient les rois, ils sont ce que nous sommes: Ils peuvent se tromper comme les autres hommes.

She was irritated, briefly, by the thought that she might be becoming more mature. Why should she become a better person when no one else did?

That's not me talking, it's your inner voice. I'd attempt the accent, only I don't speak low self-esteem. It's a language I've never needed to learn.

Sometimes, convenience has the appearance of logic.

But we’ll stumble on, she and I, into our messy future. And we’ll have each other

Cette obscure clarté qui tombe des étoiles

Yep,” Eddie said, “if you wanted a change from intelligence, then CID is the place to be.

In her last weeks, she had mo­ments of lu­cid­ity, and I cher­ished them when I was around to talk to her. One of these con­ver­sa­tions hap­pened when it was just me and her in the hos­pi­tal room. ‘I sus­pect you will never have a hus­band,’ she said, look­ing at me in­tently from her bed. ‘Would you be up­set if that hap­pened?’ I asked. ‘Your mother would be,’ she said, then low­ered her voice. ‘But I think you would be wise not to.’ This sur­prised me as I had al­ways thought that she and my grand­fa­ther had been very happy to­gether. ‘Why do you say that?’ I asked. Her hand, spot­ted in soft-brown splodges, the rails of her bones pro­trud­ing, flapped gen­tly at me to take it. I cupped it in both of mine. ‘You have a home that is yours,’ she said. ‘And your own money. Don’t you?’ ‘I have a bit of money, yes.’ ‘And you have your ed­u­ca­tion. And you have your ca­reer.’ I nod­ded. ‘Then you have ev­ery­thing,’ she said.

لن يتسنى لنا أن نذوق غبطة ً غير مشوبة، ولا تتحقق أمانينا إلا وتخالطها الكآبة، فكلما واتتنا حوادث الدهر تخللها من الهموم ما يكدر علينا صفو مسراتنا.

Simon would disapprove, in the way that people who lacked life experience always disapproved of others having adventures they had so far missed out on. 

Why treat the people closest to you like strangers?

What you cannot imagine, you cannot fear.

People really understand very little of one another. Sometimes when I speak to him, my Cid looks very hard and straight into my face as if in search of something (a city on a map?) like someone who has tumbled off a star. But he's not the one who feels alien—ever, I think. He lives in a small country of hope, which is his heart. Like Sokrates he fails to understand why travel should be such a challenge to the muscles of the heart, for other people. Around every bend of the road is a city of gold, isn't it? I am the kind of person who thinks no, probably not. And we walk, side by side, in different countries.

You know how I feel about Occam’s Razor. The simplest answer isn’t usually the right one. Devious and unlikely is everywhere.’ ‘You ought to launch your own theory: Occam’s Beard, you could call it.

He had been working with some of them for over fifteen years. It occurred to him that these were people who made up the content of a large proportion of his life. He was now the one who had been working longer than anybody else in the Ystad CID. Once upon a time he’d been the newcomer.

This is CID homicide, mister, and neither heat nor rain nor gloom of night will stay these men from their rendezvous with callousness. Cruel jokes? The cruelest. Sick humor? The sickest. And, you ask, how can they possibly do it? Volume. That’s right, volume. They won’t be outsold, they won’t be undersold; they will solve no crime before its time.

He didn't subscribe to the view...that spirituality was a fast track to happiness. He believed the opposite was true: spiritual people suffered more than most.

No, thanks,’ said Sam, who had never understood why he often refused drinks he would have liked to accept.

Are men like babies? Is trying to distract them a better tactic than asking them to behave reasonably?

I know better than anyone that sometimes a possibility is enough to keep a person going, even if it never becomes a reality.

Ma plus douce espérance est de perdre l'espoir.

Prejudices are comforting: everyone should make sure to cultivate at least three.

Je mourrai trop heureux mourant d'un coup si beau.

I thought to myself, 'No matter what happens from now on, even if my heart ends up in pieces, this makes it all worth it, this moment.

In a way the C.I.D. man was pretty lucky, because outside the hospital the war was still going on. Men went mad and were rewarded with medals.

Yeah, you’ve guessed it. I am an estate agent by day, a rebel with integrity by night." (Ch1 '(Just like) El Cid's Bloomers')

He saw the alarm grow in the dark eyes. Mr. Dubois did not like the appearance of an inspector of the CID. He didn’t like it at all.

The Latin root of the word decision—cis or cid—literally means “to cut” or “to kill.

El ciego sol, la sed y la fatiga... Por la terrible estepa castellana, al destierro, con doce de los suyos (polvo sudor y hierro), el Cid cabalga.

Like hell he was," said the first C.I.D. man. "I'm the C.I.D. man arround here." Major Major could barely recognize him because he was wearing a faded maroon corduroy bathrobe with open seams under both arms, linty flannel pajamas, & worn house slippers with one flapping sole.

Look at us. One bleeding body, one corpse, and a husk who's been half dead for years. No one who took an objective look at this room could think it was anything but too late, Ruth. For all of us.

Despite his persistence, Trinity still fell short of mastery when tossing the cards. The most he could manage was four in a row. Inevitably, the fifth card would land on the polished linoleum floor of the CID office.

What a folly if, while incessantly promulgating hundreds of thousands upon billions, trillions, or even innumerable quadrillions of small, medium, big, and maha big books to boot for billions of lifetimes, one does not bother to advance one's internal devotional eligibility (adhikara) in Krishna consciousness to triumphantly deserve entry into Your bhauma-lilas for the real attainment of one's sac-cid-ananda­siddha-deha as a vraja-gopa or gopi!

In short, our gentleman became so caught up in reading that he spent his nights reading from dusk till dawn and his days reading from sunrise to sunset, and so with too little sleep and too much reading his brains dried up, causing him to lose his mind. His fantasy filled with everything he had read in his books, enchantments as well as combats, battles, challenges, wounds, courtings, loves, torments, and other impossible foolishness, and he became so convinced in his imagination of the truth of all the countless grandiloquent and false inventions he read that for him no history in the world was truer. He would say that El Cid Ruy Díaz4 had

There is a class whose value I should designate as Favorites: such as Froissart's Chronicles; Southey's Chronicle of the Cid ; Cervantes ; Sully's Memoirs ; Rabelais ; Montaigne ; Izaak Walton; Evelyn; Sir Thomas Browne; Aubrey ; Sterne ; Horace Walpole ; Lord Clarendon ; Doctor Johnson ; Burke, shedding floods of light on his times ; Lamb; Landor ; and De Quincey ;- a list, of course, that may easily be swelled, as dependent on individual caprice. Many men are as tender and irritable as lovers in reference to these predilections. Indeed, a man's library is a sort of harem, and I observe that tender readers have a great pudency in showing their books to a stranger.

He wondered how many new starts a person was entitled to, how many times one could say it was the other person's fault and truly believe it.

Too much self-esteem, thought Simon: the real curse of our age.

Sit your ass down in that chair and drink your goddamn tea

Oh, God. I can’t do this. I only slightly want to have a baby. I think. I actually don’t know at all.

Is Jason intelligent enough to realise that if you describe a thirty-eight-year-old woman as middle-aged, she’s more likely to want to kill you than help you? Because Lauren isn’t.

No ramifications whatsoever. You’re not going to ramificate; you don’t know what it means. You don’t know which of the words I use are real words and which I’m making up

Wall of lies?’ Proust muttered. ‘Is that the one that borders the orchard of obsession that contains the tree of lunacy?

I’m low-level angry most of the time, never really know why,’ Simon told him. ‘You got the brunt of it. This time.

Je suis jeune, il est vrai mais aux âmes bien nées La valeur n'attend pas le nombre des années

Some of them will welcome me as small boys do a teacher, telling me the little secrets better to conceal the big ones.For I tell you, that secrets are not kept by being secretive;

We look at things; we do not look into things

எனக்குக் கொலை செய்கிறவர்களைக்கூட பிடிக்கும், பொய் சொல்கிறவர்களை மட்டும் பிடிக்காது.

...nostalgic people yearn for the past for a good reason---because they missed it, they weren't fully there when they should have been, when it was the present.

I've been alone with my thoughts for too long; I'm starting to feel unreal.

The Dance” Finally one by one she lets go the veils and you see—del- lirious ly—there is nothing left. Look now in to the great emptiness What comes as her gift comes in a plate.

Père, maîtresse, honneur, amour, noble et dure contrainte, aimable tyrannie, tous mes plaisirs sons morts, ou ma gloire ternie. L'un me rend malhereux, l'autre indigne du jour. Cher et cruel espoir d'une âme généreuse, mais ensemble amoureuse, digne ennemi de mon plus grand bonheur. Fer qui causes ma peine, M'es-tu donné pour venger mon honneur? M'est-tu donné pour perdre ma Chimène?

In a way the C.I.D. man was pretty lucky, because outside the hospital the war was still going on. Men went mad and were rewarded with medals. All over the world, boys on every side of the bomb line were laying down their lives for what they had been told was their country, and no one seemed to mind, least of all the boys who were laying down their young lives. There was no end in sight.

Anyone who cares more about pleasing other people than about their own happiness—anyone who believes, deep down, that everyone else matters more than they do—learns fluent dishonesty at a young age.

superintendents, chief inspectors, inspectors, sergeants and constables. If an officer works for CID (Criminal Investigation Department), then he or she will carry the prefix D (for Detective). A DCI is a detective chief inspector, DI is a detective inspector, DS a detective sergeant, and DC a detective constable. Officers not assigned to CID would wear a uniform. (Rebus sometimes refers to these unfortunates as “woolly suits.”) Lowest in the pecking order are the PC (police constable) and WPC (woman police constable).

A Whitman által jól ismert és feudálisnak nevezett klasszikus modellekben mindig van egy központi hős — Akhilleusz, Odüsszeusz, Aeneas, Roland, Cid, Siegfried, Krisztus –, aki fölébe magasodik a neki alávetett összes többi embernek. Ez a kiváltság, gondolta Whitman, egy olyan világ tartozéka, amelyet már túlhaladtunk, vagy legalábbis szeretnénk túlhaladni: az arisztokrácia világáé. Az én hőskölteményem nem lehet ilyen: összetettebbnek kell lennie, kifejezve vagy feltételezve minden ember teljes, semmihez sem hasonlítható egyenlőségét.

Think about how hard, not to mention ineffective, it would be to stand up in public and say, 'I did something unforgiveable that only a scoundrel would do, yet I'm not a scoundrel and you must forgive me.' It sounds like a paradox, doesn't it? Well, it's one we must embrace if we are to make any progress as a species, because we all do the bad things that only bad people would do, as well as the good things that only good people would do, which is why we mustn't hold anything against one another. If we want better apologies, we need to be more forgiving - it's as simple as that.

What they'd got was a fat, balding academic who bandied about the phrase "family annihilation", especially when there were cameras pointed at him, and mentioned the titles of books and articles he'd written to anyone who would listen; who blatantly thought he was the mutt's nuts, as Sellers had so aptly put it.

dead!” She burst into a fresh storm of sobs. Jimmy left it to the local C.I.D. to watch the house. “Though I do not expect we shall catch the birds,” he said, “for either the boy or the woman will communicate with them — that is certain.” He snatched a few hours’ sleep and was again at his desk by noon, interviewing such of the privileged reporters as had the entree to his office. Whether Dora had come to town or not he did not know, for his inquiries took him away from the house in Portland Place. He neither saw nor heard from Knowles; the little man seemed to have disappeared as completely and as mysteriously as any of those who had gone before him. His landlady reported that he had not returned to the house,

Aneta potriasla hlavou, nech sa zbaví neželaných myšlienok, a z vrecka kabáta vylovila kľúče od bytu. Martin príde čonevidieť. Musí si pohnúť, aby stihla nákup povykladať a zoradiť ho podľa abecedy a dátumu spotreby. Párky, slaninu a šunku treba vložiť do tretej poličky, v hlave premietala obsah tašiek. Horčicu a džem do prvej, ale chren a jogurty spolu s maslom a mliekom patria medzi suroviny CH až N, teda do druhej poličky. Raz do nej zasunula acidofilné mlieko a Martin takmer vyletel z kože. „A ako a-cid-ko,“ slabikoval zúrivo, natŕčajúc pred ňu bielozelený plastový téglik, akoby bola slepá a negramotná. Ostentatívne ho uložil do prvej police, kam patria suroviny od A po H, pohoršene krútiac hlavou nad Anetinou neschopnosťou udržiavať dokonalý systém.

So...what are you working on now?" “Right now, an essay about Don Quixote.” “One of my favorite books.” “Mine too.” “What’s the gist?” “It has to do with the authorship of the books.” “Is there any question?” “I mean the book inside the book Cervantes wrote, the one he imagined he was writing.” “Ah.” “Cervantes claims he is not the author, that the original text was in Arabic.” “Right. It’s an attack on make-believe, so he must claim it was real.” “Precisely. Therefore, the story has to be written by an eyewitness yet Cid Hamete Benengeli, the acknowledged author, never makes an appearance. So who is he? Sancho Panza is of course the witness – illiterate, but with a gift for language. He dictated the story to the barber and the priest, Don Quixote’s friends. They had the manuscript translated into Arabic. Cervantes found the translation and had it rendered back into Spanish. The idea was to hold up a mirror to Don Quixote’s madness so that when he finally read the book himself, he would see the error of his ways. But Don Quixote, in my view, was no mad. He only pretended to be. He engineered the collaboration, and the translation from Arabic back into Spanish. I like to imagine Cervantes hiring Don Quixote in disguise to decipher the story of Don Quixote.” “But why did Quixote go to such lengths?” “He wanted to test the gullibility of man. To what extent would people tolerate blasphemies, lies, and nonsense if they gave them amusement? The answer: to any extent. For the book is still amusing us today. That’s finally all anyone wants out of a book. To be amused.

Like having a can of Coke after a long and thirsty game of tennis. Tastes better than any other can of Coke you've ever had. Marriage, by contrast, is like starting with a fizzy can of Coke and waiting around while it gets flatter and flatter.

With seventeen separate raids happening at the same time, officers had been brought in on overtime from all over, with a member of CID ‘overseeing’ procedures at each site as if uniform weren’t capable of barging into a house and arresting a few people.

SOME WOMEN HAVE SAID that Mrs. Pym was never young, that even in her initial stages she was probably an elderly baby. Obviously, such women should drink milk out of saucers; still, it is a fact that Mrs. Pym was somehow stolid, enormously capable, and frequently harsh, even in the early 1920’s when she must have been around thirty. She affected the same ugly tweeds, the same enchantingly insane hats, and the same air of magnificent omnipotence as she does today. But her hair was brown then, with only the faintest touch of her current greyness. Her speech was as biting, and her contempt for authority and inefficiency as ready as on that notable day when she crashed the shocked portals of New Scotland Yard, the first woman ever to hold rank in Central C.I.D., where, in these present jittery times of nuclear fission and H-bombs, she is Mrs. Assistant-Commissioner Pym.

Bernie had needed to be a detective as other men had needed to paint, write, drink or fornicate. Surely the CID was large enough to accommodate one man's enthusiasm and inefficiency? For the first time Cordelia wept for Bernie.

And one of those preliminary things included getting a tent up over the deceased as quickly as possible. If you’ve ever put up a marquee in your back garden, you’ll know it’s almost impossible to do by yourself, so I was hoping that CID had finished playing cards by now, or some back-up for the PCSO and the copper might show up before this place succumbed to a drunken uprising

The Pale King: ‘Routine, repetition, tedium, monotony, ephemeracy, inconsequence, abstraction, disorder, boredom, angst, ennui – these are the true hero’s enemies, and make no mistake, they are fearsome indeed. For they are real.

Life punishes the needy; admit you can't live without something and it's taken away.

There were times in meeting I was called a baby sitter, a social worker by my colleagues. Now that we have a different leader, he looks at it the way I look at it, and he supported me in what I was doing. There were times he saw me crying, and he would comfort me and say that’s okay. Commissioner Paul Farquharson was one of my biggest supporters. It used to hurt me, because I was trying to help somebody and they say I was babysitting. Don’t tell me I am babysitting, now that I have retired now I am babysitting. So not because I was trying to reach out and work with those children, don’t say I was babysitting them. I work the Criminal Investigation Department (CID) for 22 years and I was rough in CID. I realize CID was the end result, because whenever you get to that stage you are almost finished. It is in line with the broken window theory, if you can save those youngsters before they start committing those big offenses, then they wouldn’t reach CID. Crime prevention was a part of my job, I believe in going out there and trying to prevent that youngster from committing crime. He should respect other people’s property. Supt. Allerdyce Strachan, the first female officer to rise to the rank of superintendent on the Royal Bahamas Police Force.

The Latin root of the word decision – cis or cid – literally means “to cut” or “to kill.

of calling it Kim Peculiar, Kim Ha Ha.

Hetheridge wandered slowly around the room. He kept to a tight path, taking no extra steps and, despite the blue gloves, touching nothing. Until CID finished with the scene,

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The simple truth is this: if we put our energies into anger, fighting, disapproval and condemnation, we’re unlikely to end up making the world a better place. The only way we can do that is by contributing our positive energy—our love, kindness and compassion. Many who are full of anger and hate, many who feel the need to be forever at war, attach themselves to undeniably good causes as a sort of disguise. ‘Look,’ we say to ourselves. ‘That person must be doing it right; she’s spending all her free time attacking . . . whatever the particular appalling thing might be.’ But no; if the impulse is an attack impulse, it can only do harm.

He also declared that P.C. Joshi and a few designated senior politburo members had been ‘in touch with the Army Intelligence and supplied the C.I.D. chiefs with such information as they would require against nationalist workers who were connected with the 1942 struggle or against persons who had come to India on behalf of the Azad Hind Government of Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose’.

Pasarán mil años y todavía se pronunciarán alabanzas sobre su persona.

Ніколи радості без горя не буває І щастя повного на цій землі немає; Де задоволення безжурне розцвіло — Турбота раз у раз підносить там чоло.

Never mind. I’ll find a leaf to talk to instead.

Los relatos mitológicos responden a la honda necesidad de las personas de contar con modelos ideales de comportamiento. Cuando responden a los criterios de verosimilitud y presentan figuras con fondo moral, permiten a las personas soñar despiertos y al mismo tiempo contar con modelos de actuación sublime a los que aspiran imitar: por ejemplo, los poemas épicos medievales como el Cantar de Roldán o el Cantar de mio Cid, las leyendas del ciclo artúrico, la novela moderna en sus múltiples manifestaciones (desde el Quijote al Señor de los Anillos) y el cine en el mundo contemporáneo, desde La Guerra de las Galaxias a Batman. Todos ellos expresan valores como la caballerosidad, el heroísmo, la tenacidad, el compromiso, la lealtad y la valentía. Estos mensajes son difícilmente comunicables de otro modo, ya que el lenguaje de la ficción es el único capaz de transmitirlos con la necesaria simplificación que precisan.

There was Hitler, Mussolini and Tojo, for example, and they were all out to kill him. There was Lieutenant Scheisskopf with his fanaticism for parades and there was the bloated colonel with his big fat mustache and his fanaticism for retribution, and they wanted to kill him, too. There was Appleby, Havermeyer, Black and Korn. There was Nurse Cramer and Nurse Duckett, who he was almost certain wanted him dead, and there was the Texan and the C.I.D. man, about whom he had no doubt. There were bartenders, bricklayers and bus conductors all over the world who wanted him dead, landlords and tenants, traitors and patriots, lynchers, leeches and lackeys, and they were all out to bump him off.

Le Comte : Es-tu si las de vivre ? Don Rodrigue : As-tu peur de mourir ?

perceptions of India might be formed based on shocking headlines, its astounding population and unfathomable poverty, its place as a global technology leader, as well as its exotic art forms, exquisite beauty and ancient wisdom. While all of these things are a part of the reality of modern India, the true heartbeat of India is its people. Each region, religion, caste and community has its own culture, its own unique histories shaped by conviction and conquest, and its own expressions and expectations of daily life.

Alçó la mano, a la barba se tomó: —¡Grado a Christus, que del mundo es señor, cuando veo lo que avía sabor, que lidiaran conmigo en campo mios yernos amos a dos!

Prísos' a la barba el buen CId Campeador: —Non ayades miedo, ca todo es vuestra pro.

Essora el Campeador prísos' a la barba: —¡Grado a Dios, que cielo e tierra manda! Por esso es luenga, que a delicio fue criada. ¿Qué avedes vós, conde, por retraer la mi barba? Ca de cuando nasco a delicio fue criada, ca non me priso a ella fijo de mugier nada nimbla messó fijo de moro nin de cristiana, commo yo a vós, conde, en el castiello de Cabra, cuando pris a Cabra e a vós por la barba. Non ý ovo rapaz que non messó su pulgada, la que yo messé aún non es eguada.—

Prísos' a la barba Ruy Díaz, so señor: —¡Grado al rey del cielo, mis fijas vengadas son, agora las ayan quitas heredades de Carrión!

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CID always think they are better than their colleagues in uniform – as if they are The Beatles and we are just The Monkees. However, at the home, we were all just The Police (before Sting went off and became all tantric with his seven hour masturbation marathons). Constables were sitting next to Superintendents, chatting with detectives who were swapping tales with traffic officers. All had tales to tell, and all were better than mine!

Czując cudownie w sobie rozdwojoną duszę Raz nim gardzę, drugi raz wzdychać za nim muszę.

Le temps assez souvent a rendu légitime ce qui semblait d'abord ne se pouvoir sans crime.