Cw Quotes

When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.

The truth is, not one of is innocent. We all have sins to confess.

Please accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.

Love is a treacherous emotion. You will fare better without it. We Medici always have.

The world is only as small as we see it, my lady. Imagination knows no limits.

It is one of the commonest of our mistakes to consider that the limit of our power of perception is also the limit of all that there is to perceive.

...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.

Stories are like snapshots, pictures snatched out of time, with clean hard edges. But this was life, and life always begins and ends in a bloody muddle, womb to tomb, just one big mess, a can of worms left to rot in the sun.

Hell had been his Vietnam. It had stamped its mark on him for all eternity, and no amount of denial or self-imposed ignorance was going to change it. Ever.

What we do not earn ourselves,” he said, “is never truly ours. It can always be taken away. But even if we lose everything we work for, the achievement is ours forever.

What has been seen cannot be unseen, what has been learned cannot be unknown. You cannot change the past, but you can learn from it. You can grow from it. You can be made stronger. You can use that strength to change your life, to change your future.

Genius is the ability to reduce the complicated to the simple

You may come as a proud prince today young Habsburg. But you shall travel many more roads in Castile in death than you ever will in life

Like crucifixions and pornography, it never got old.

The truth is, not one of us is innocent. We all have sins to confess.

Nobody lives forever, nobody stays young long enough. My past seemed like so much excess baggage, my future a series of long goodbyes, my present an empty flask, the last good drink already bitter on my tongue.

I chuckled like Aldo Ray. If I had to endure his l'homme du monde act, he had to suffer my jaded alcoholic private eye.

There is no Archimedean point from which to judge, since the psyche is indistinguishable from its manifestations. The psyche is the object of psychology, and -fatally enough- also its subject. There is no getting away from this fact. "Psychology and Religion" (1938). In CW 11: Psychology and Religion: West and East. P.8

I knew the men were probably terrible people who whistled at pretty girls, treated their wives like servants, and voted for Nixon every chance they got, but as far as I was concerned, they beat the hell out of a Volvo-load of liberals for hard work and good times.

Since fortune was dragging its heels, I would lure it out with my hard work.

Into our inner being The riches of the senses pour. The Cosmic Spirit finds itself Reflected in the human eye, Which ever must renew its strength From out that spirit source.

I admire you. You have learned to rise with the wind, rather than fight it. Too many people struggle to become what is expected of them, when, as we both know, what is expected of us is rarely what we desire.

I fear I lose myself among books. I forget everything.

It's like Sheriff Daniels sneezed, and they all caught the misinformation flu.

Youth is no protection; in the end, life scars us all.

Youth endures all things, kings and poetry and love. Everything but time.

What can a man say about woman, his own opposite? I mean of course something sensible, that is outside the sexual program, free of resentment, illusion, and theory. Where is the man to be found capable of such superiority? Woman always stands just where the man's shadow falls, so that he is only too liable to confuse the two. Then, when he tries to repair this misunderstanding, he overvalues her and believes her the most desirable thing in the world. "Women In Europe" (1927). In CW 10: Civilization in Transition. P. 236

Mis sentidos se acostumbraron a ese bosque de traiciones y engaños, poblado por depredadores bien alimentados que la rodeaban como una manada de lobos a su presa.

There are moments that define our existence, moments that, if we recognize them, become pivotal turning points in our life.

And opportunities are like stories in books,” I retorted. “All we need do is pick one.

Simplicity,” I said, “is true elegance. A woman is closest to being naked when she is well dressed. Her clothing should be seen only after she herself is.

I didn't know what was going on, didn't understand a bit of it, didn't like any of it. Maybe that's why the first thing I packed was my guns. If your brain won't work, wave a gun around. Sometimes that helps.

There are many ways to obtain our desires, ma petite. Remember that, for it will serve you well.

Among many other things, genius implies the ability to reduce the complicated to the simple, and to recognize inclusive structural principals.

What we do not earn ourselves,” he said, “is never truly ours.

Nothing is the same afterward, is it? We carry on, as indeed we must, but we are never who we were.” He

Love and Trust God, It's a life time commitment!!!

What is it that arises in modern people in an Ahrimanic form? It is his knowledge of the outer world. There is nothing more ahrimanic than this knowledge of the material world, for it is sheer illusion.

Do not make the mistake of thinking you're unique, When we are young, we believe we can wrap life around our little finger, but life has a way of teaching us who is stronger. In The end, you are but a woman.

You'll fare beer without love. We Medici always do." As soon as I spoke, I regretted it. I'd remembered Papa Clement's phrase exactly, used it to the same horrid purpose. I saw her flinch, take a small step back. I wanted to console her, to somehow ease the harsh reality of what I'd said. But I could not. I would not lie to her nor pretend the task I set before her was anything other than what it was: an act of submission, which could entail the loss of her youthful dreams.

But we are each created in God's image and must be allowed to seek our path to Him in our own way.

You can’t expect anyone to see you as above them if you lower yourself to their level. Insults say more about the speaker than the intended recipient.

When even the bartenders lose their romantic notions, it's time for a better world.

For news of the heart ask the face. GUINEA

Was it worth it?" she sighed "I have found it is always worth fighting for what we believe in, regardless of the outcome. Risk is never without consequence.

Nowadays it’s all TikTok and stepsister porn. I don’t get it. Let’s read on.

By its durability this settlement proved that conservative liberty is an oxymoron, not a contradiction in terms.

I make it a policy never to argue with drug lawyers: they have decent arguments and the best drugs.

After the night ended, she spun to me and yanked off her diadem. “There. I had my debut. I still hate parties.

I was living in a CW teen soap as the sassy best friend without any foreseeable love interest in my storyline. It was time to get these two together already so I could star in my own spin-off.

Where was it written that I, child of no one, deserved such joy? It only happened at night, this abyss of dread, never during the day. Only in the empty hours between today and yesterday, when I was alone with my sleeping lover and the weight of the past crept upon me like a reproachful ghost.

Todo el mundo tiene algún secreto. Como hace una ostra con un grano de arena, lo enterramos a gran profundidad en nuestro interior y lo cubrimos con capas opalescentes, como si eso pudiera curar nuestra herida mortal.

Nobody lives forever, nobody stays young long enough. My past seemed like so much excess baggage, my future a series of long goodbyes, my present an empty flask, the last good drink already bitter on my tongue. She still loved Trahearne, still maintained her secret fidelity as if it were a miniature Japanese pine, as tiny and perfect as a porcelain cup, lost in the dark and tangled corner of a once-formal garden gone finally to seed.

Can the genome of an individual cell profit by experience?’17 just as Lamarck had proposed. They hinted that the answer might be yes, and that they were dealing with a case of mutations ‘​“directed” toward a useful goal’.

He says he’s not popular, but he has all the makings of a popular high schooler: toned biceps that indicate his athleticism (i.e. he plays a sport), a face that’d be the lead in any CW show—or at least the little brother to the star (i.e. like Jeremy from The Vampire Diaries), and messy brown hair that sometimes touches his eyelashes—hair that says I could be in a boy band, but I’m too cool for that shit. Not to mention his tattoo. And his confident yet dark scowl…

Even a bad review is still a review. It means someone cared enough to take the time to say: Hey, this sucks. Don’t bother. Buy a DVD instead...Yes, someone cared. And isn’t that what every writer dreams of?...So, how did I deal with bad reviews? How else? I cry. I get mad. I pretend not to care. Then I pour myself a glass of wine and call a friend to complain.

The 'tragedy' of the slow growth of immortalism pertains mostly to them, and perhaps to you – not so much to me or to us, the committed immortalists. We already have made our arrangements for cryostasis after clinical death – signed our contracts with existing organizations and allocated the money. We will have our chance, and with a little bit of luck will 'taste the wine of centuries unborn'.

I turned on my heel and left her, exasperated that even as I worked my fingers to the bone to liberate women from our cloth chains, our minds remained as closed as ever to the possibility that we might deserve more than a husband, children, and growing old cooking sausage.

Hay momento que definen nuestra existencia, momentos que, si los reconocemos, suponen un giro definitivo en nuestra vida. Como perlas en un hilo, la acumulación de tales momentos, con el tiempo, constituyen la esencia de nuestra existencia, proporcionándonos consuelo cuando nuestro fin se acerca.

the group listed dangerous insufficiencies that DARPA had to shore up at once: “Inadequate nuclear, BW, CW [biological weapon, chemical weapon] detection; inadequate underground bunker detection; limited secure, real-time command and control to lower-echelon units [i.e., getting the information to soldiers on the ground]; limited ISR [intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance] and dissemination; inadequate mine, booby trap and explosive detection capabilities; inadequate non-lethal capabilities [i.e., incapacitating agents]; inadequate modeling/simulation for training, rehearsal and operations; no voice recognition or language translation; inadequate ability to deal with sniper attacks.

both nomadic herdsmen, both believers in the rite of circumcision (for whatever that’s worth), both about as inclined to peace as a war-crazed Mongol (another pastoralist of note), with all the riches of China lying within his grasp, and both shrugging off the ensuing slaughter and plunder as being nothing more than the fulfillment of God’s will! It

And I vowed that were it ever within my power, I would see to it that he had his voyage.

Sometimes it's the simplest things we should most long for.

The more society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those that speak it.” – George Orwell

I’ve had too much alcohol and too little sleep to have a conversation with you.

My name is Barry Allen, and I am the fastest man alive!

You can get an idea of human nature only when you can see the relationship of the individual human being to the whole cosmos.

But even if we lose everything we work for, the achievement is ours forever.

Adler Beck may be German, but he's mastered the French kiss.

Five days ago, on June 14, he had been in sunny Southern California, home of hopheads, freak religions, the only c/w nightclubs in the world with gogo dancers, and Disneyland

Unseasonably chilly tonight.” “Feel free to take your weatherman audition elsewhere.” This time, the hum almost sounds like a laugh. “I was referring to your personality, dear.

Every step I took could lead me to glory or tragedy; every choice I made had a consequence. My fate was in my hands.

I unlocked her cage, but you, my thieving friend, aim to set her free. Be careful with what you do. Wild things are never tamed.

Hope never hurt anyone. As long as you remember: hope isn't always reality.

But today? She’s devastatingly, heartbreakingly beautiful. The untouchable sort of regal. An ice queen. A snow angel. A moon goddess.

it is our most holy number, the perfect embodiment of God’s creation: wind, earth, fire, water, and, most important of all, spirit. Everything

Five is the most sacred number in the firmament.” She motioned.

She looks good in anything. But wearing the beat-up hat I’ve had since high school? She looks like mine.

Ryker holds out a hand as I approach. “I’m Ryker.” I shake it, smiling. “Rylan.” He smiles back. “Cute. We kinda match.” Alice and Aidan. We’re adorable.

Half the interest of a garden is the constant exercise of the imagination.

Tidak ada kesalah-pahaman mengenai ilmuwan yang lebih besar daripada kepercayaan yang berkembang bahwa mereka adalah individu-individu yang dingin, keras, dan tak berjiwa.

Technology has robbed us of everything that made being human fun." --Aristotle Leary from Rubicon Harvest

No truth can be determined that concerns the future.

Finally, I meet a mythical creature that isn’t trying to kill me!

But that’s the beauty of dreams: they’re yours. No one else’s. You don’t need permission or justification to pursue them. You can give them relevance and importance and meaning all by yourself.

Algunos de nosotros dedicamos la vida entera a mantener oculto un secreto, a salvo de quienes intentan entrometerse y atesorándolo como si fuera una perla, solo para acabar descubriendo que se nos escapa cuando menos lo esperamos, revelado por un destello de miedo en los ojos cuando nos pillan desprevenidos, por un dolor repentino, rabia u odio, o por una vergüenza que lo consume todo.

The mountain, however, didn’t upset Mohammed overly much, because when I left Tina she was reading a book in addition to smoking her cigar and drinking her one hundred and fifty dollar a bottle madeira.

Being pragmatic is not surrender. Being pragmatic is not cynicism. Being pragmatic is not selling out. In truth, being pragmatic is often the only real path to progress in an uncertain, complicated world.

Addiction is a state of consciousness. The longer you repeat the cycle of addiction (Craving → Relief → Pleasure → Suffering → Craving) the more habitual this level of consciousness becomes. C.W. V. Straaten

Though I strived for spiritual and physical unity in all of Spain, I believed a truly great country, one that would endure for centuries, must be built on the foundation of a literate and well-rounded society.

It wasn’t a party that a Republican could understand--the marijuana smoke sweet on the air, the occasional cocaine sniffle, cold Mexican beer, good food, great conversation, and laughter--but a Parisian deconstructionist scholar might find it about as civilized as America gets. Or at least the one I met, who was visiting at UTEP, maintained. Somewhere along the way, he claimed, Americans had forgotten how to have a good time. In the name of good health, good taste, and political correctness from both sides of the spectrum, we were being taught how to behave. America was becoming a theme park, not as in entertainment, but as in a fascist Disneyland.

When progressives argue that the Constitution belongs to another era, they are effectively contending that mankind has evolved beyond error and greed, and that the precautions taken by America’s careful revolutionaries are no longer necessary.

I know you’re supposed to bring sick people chicken noodle soup, or whatever, but I don’t know where to get that from and I was already getting Mexican.” I stare at the bag. “You brought me dinner?” I ask, just as shocked as when I saw him outside my window. Aidan nods. “You said you were sick.

others find themselves with increasing frequency seeing and hearing something to which those around them are blind and deaf; others again—and perhaps this is the commonest experience of all—begin to recollect with greater and greater clearness that which they have seen or heard on that other plane during sleep.

Yes,” Conor grumbles. “I asked her to make it for me. She refused, told me to do it while I was sitting on the bus. So…” He shrugs, then rummages through the container again. I deliberate, then lean toward the aisle. “Give me some.” “What?” “Give me some beads so I can make a bracelet.” He rolls his eyes. “Phillips…

There comes an inevitable time in every life when we must cross a threshold and encounter that invisible divider between who we are and who we must become. Sometimes, the passage is evident - a sudden catastrophe that tests our mettle, a tragic loss that opens our eyes to the bane of our mortality, or a personal triumph that instills in us the confidence we need to cast aside our fears. Other times, our passage is obscured by the minutiae of an overcrowded life until we catch it in a glimpse of forbidden desire; in an inexplicable sense of melancholic emptiness or a craving for more, always more, than what we already possess. Sometimes we embrace the chance to embark on our passage, welcoming it as a chance to finally shed the adolescent skin and prove our worth against the incessant vagaries of fate. Other times, we rail against its unexpected cruelty, against the sharp thrust into a world we're not ready to explore, one we do not know or trust. For us, the past is a haven that we are loathe to depart, lest the future corrupt our soul. Better not to change at all, rather than become someone we will not recognize.

Everyone has secret. Like the oyster with its grain of sand, we bury it deep within, coating it with opalescent layers, as if that could heal our mortal wound. Some of us devote our entire lives to keeping our secret hidden, safe from those who might pry it from us, hoarding it like the pearl, only to discover that it escapes us when we least expect it. revealed by a flash of fear in our eyes when caught unawares, by a sudden pain, a rage or hatred, or an all-consuming shame.

Until I began sitting, it had never occurred to me that one could learn, with practice, to distinguish between attention, or awareness, and its objects. But just this is the central and most basic technique of meditation in all the yogic traditions of India, first described some 2,500 years ago in the Upanishads. In those ancient texts, the meditator is instructed to observe literally every element of experience from afar, to simply bear witness to anything and everything that arises and passes away before the mind’s eye. That’s it. Just sit there, without moving, and watch, allowing the focal point of identity to shift from the

Sadness softened her nasal twang, that ubiquitous accent that had drifted out of the Appalachian hills and hollows, across the southern plains, across the southwestern deserts, insinuating itself all the way to the golden hills of California. But somewhere along the way, Rosie had picked up a gentler accent too, a fragrant voice more suited to whisper throaty, romantic words like Wisteria, or humid phrases like honeysuckle vine, her voice for gentleman callers. “Just fine,” she repeated. Even little displaced Okie girls grow up longing to be gone with some far better wind than that hot, cutting, dusty bite that’s blowing their daddy’s crops to hell and gone. I went to get her a beer, wishing it could be something finer.

But the relationship between the between the two cultural paradigms has always been a dialectical, not cyclical. The romantics were not repeating their ancestors. On the contrary, they brought about a cultural revolution comparable in its radicalism and effects with the roughly contemporary American, French, and Industrial Revolutions. By destroying natural law and by reorienting concern from the work to the artist they tore up the old regime's aesthetic rule book just as thoroughly as any Jacobin [a 18th century political French club] tore down social institutions. In the words of Ernst Troeltsch: "Romanticism too is a revolution, a thorough and genuine revolution: a revolution against the respectability of the bourgeois temper and against a universal equalitarian ethic: a revolution, above all, against the whole of the mathematico-mechanical spirit of science in western Europe, against a conception of Natural Law which sought to blend utility with morality, against the bare abstraction of a universal and equal Humanity." [Unquote Troeltsch] As will be argued in the subsequent chapters, it was Hegel who captured the essence of this revolution in his pithy definition of romanticism as "absolute inwardness" [absloute Innerlichkeit - in German - אינערליכקייט]. It will also be argued that its prophet was Jean-Jacques Rousseau: if not the most consistent, then certainly the most influential of all the eighteenth-century thinkers. Writing in 1907, Lytton Strachey caught Rousseau's special quality very well: "Among those quick, strong, fiery people of the eighteenth century, he belonged to another world -- to the new world of self-consciousness, and doubt, and hesitation, of mysterious melancholy and quiet intimate delights, of long reflexions amid the solitudes of Nature, of infinite introspections amid the solitudes of the heart." Percy Bysshe Shelley, who derided the philosophes as "mere reasoners," regarded Rousseau as "a great poet.