Cy We Quotes

Daddy didn’t say anything for a minute or so, and then he reached up and caught a firefly as it glowed beside him. “See this light?” he asked me when the firefly lit up his hand. “Yes’r.” “That light is bright enough to light up a little speck of the night sky so a man can see it a ways away. That’s what God expects us to do. We’re to be lights in the dark, cold days that are this world. Like fireflies in December.” “Time meandered on without Gemma’s momma and daddy, and it meandered on without Cy fuller and Walt Blevins. . . but those of us left behind viewed life more dearly, felt it more keenly. I’d learned a bit more about God and I’d seen His powerful hands at work. As I was growing, my heart was changing. And the way I figured it, there were lessons learned in those dark days that would help me for years to come.” “As I sat on the porch on that December day . . . I leaned my head against the rail and sighed deeply. The way I figured it just then, my summer may have been full of bad luck, but my life wasn’t. I figured as far as family went, I was one of the luckiest girls alive.

When we limit ourselves to speaking for only thirty seconds, the brain quickly adapts by filtering out irrelevant information. There’s another advantage to speaking briefly: it limits our ability to express negative emotions.

All the computers in the world are on a network. They’re linked by our cuffs. But I’m a computer. Jack’s a computer—Akilah—PA Young—all the cy-clones. We’re all computers. You know the great thing about computers? They can be hacked.

And we who have always thought of happiness climbing, would feel the emotion that almost startles when happiness falls.

We over-manage and under-lead, trying to control people rather than connecting to them and developing their potential.

We cannot guess what incident or influence arranged our lives or ambitions in the way that it did, or whether in fact it was something deeper. And most mysterious of all is why artists become artists, and why they become the artists they are.

Takie dzia­ła­nia to także go­to­wy prze­pis na ka­ta­stro­fę. Nawet naj­po­pu­lar­niej­si twór­cy, któ­rych mamy za wiecz­nie za­do­wo­lo­nych i na­ła­do­wa­nych dobrą ener­gią, łapią so­cial­me­dio­we kry­zy­sy, gdy któ­re­goś dnia nie są w sta­nie wsta­wić żad­ne­go po­zy­tyw­ne­go zdję­cia ani na­grać ekscytujące­go sto­ries. Na tym polu łatwo się wy­pa­lić, znu­dzić swoją dzia­łal­no­ścią i na­brać niebezpiecznego prze­ko­na­nia, że nie mamy prawa do sła­bo­ści oraz gor­szych dni.

Rather they are largely related to an underdeveloped brain, for the areas that govern social awareness, empathy, and related language skills are not fully operational until we’re about thirty years old. Despite this neurological handicap, scientific research shows that anyone—young or old—can exercise the language and social-awareness centers of the brain in ways that will enhance their capacity to communicate more effectively with others.

It’s important to remember that most television is not just entertainment: it’s also narrative. And it’s so true it’s trite that human beings are narrative animals: every culture countenances itself as culture via a story, whether mythopoeic or politico-economic; every whole person understands his lifetime as an organized, recountable series of events and changes with at least a beginning and middle. We need narrative like we need space-time; it’s a built-in thing. In the C.Y. writers today, the narrative patterns to which literate Americans are most regularly exposed are televised. And, even on a charitable account, television is a pretty low type of narrative art. It’s a narrative art that strives not to change or enlighten or broaden or reorient — not necessarily even to “entertain”—but merely and always to engage, to appeal to. Its one end — openly acknowledged — is to ensure continued watching. And (I claim) the metastatic efficiency with which it’s done so has, as cost, inevitable and dire consequences for the level of people’s tastes in narrative art. For the very expectations of readers in virtue of which narrative art is art." - from"Fictional Futures and the Conspicuously Young

Tex’ forearm twitched before he snarled again; “Lay…the…fuck…off.” Each word dripped with venom. “We will but first I want to make sure you take my meaning – take it as gospel. Play your little game, fuck her bow-legged but when it comes down to a choice between you or her getting hurt, I’ll put a bullet in her pretty little head so fast you’ll think you imagined her.” With that, he walked off. Cy following behind. They tipped their hats to Elena as they passed her.

the hero’s art is not about imagination, we see here, but perseverance in the face of endless tedium.

I do not think of all the misery, but of the glory that remains. Go outside into the fields, nature and the sun, go out and seek happiness in yourself and in God. Think of the beauty that again and again discharges itself within and without you and be happy. “Very nice,” Cy says. “Was that Whitman? Longfellow?” “Anne Frank,” Ashley says.

In a distributed system backed by Cassandra, we should minimize unnecessary network traffic as much as possible. In other words, the lesser the number of nodes the query needs to work with, the better the performance of the data model. We must cater to the cluster topology as well as the physical storage of the data model.

taught” specific sport skills that are not commensurate with their physical, cognitive, and emotional maturation levels. I have alluded to this at several places in the book. This is an alarming trend that has many long-term consequences. Certainly in most cases the young athletes have the specific sport skill and physical capabilities to excel, but what about for the long term? The early specialization can result in long-term stagnation. In reality, the ones who would have made it anyway do so because they matured early or just simply were more talented. At the other end of the spectrum there is greater incentive to compete longer because of the monetary rewards that are available in the later years of an athlete’s career. There is no simple solution to this. Intuitively we certainly know that the human cost is high. We always hear about those who made it, but what about the many who are cast by the wayside? The goal in youth sport should be to provide a good experience by teaching fundamentals and the rules, not by trying to identify the next National League MVP or Cy Young Award winner. Give them the opportunity to be kids. Play and playfulness

It`s A dIsEasE In whIch wE hAvE thE tEndEnCy t0 kEep hUrtInG thE pErs0n wh0 cArEs f0r us‪‬

„Krocz spo­koj­nie wśród zgieł­ku i po­śpie­chu – pa­mię­taj, jaki pokój może być w ciszy. Tak da­le­ce, jak to moż­li­we, nie wy­rze­ka­jąc się sie­bie, bądź w do­brych sto­sun­kach z in­ny­mi ludź­mi. Praw­dę swoją głoś spo­koj­nie i jasno. Słu­chaj też tego, co mówią inni, nawet głup­cy i igno­ran­ci, bo oni też mają swoją opo­wieść. (...) Z całym swym za­kła­ma­niem, zno­jem i roz­wi­chrzo­ny­mi ma­rze­nia­mi cią­gle jesz­cze ten świat jest pięk­ny. Bądź uważ­ny, sta­raj się być szczę­śli­wym”[33].

No one’s ever needed me,” I whisper. “Not once in my life.” All three men groan simultaneously. I take a deep, shaky breath and look between each of them. “I love you,” I say. It’s the first time I’ve said those words in years. “All of you. I love you.” “We love you too, Bethie,” Cy whispers, kissing frantically down the crook of my neck. “We love you. Love you, love you, love you.

Our first desire is to promote from within. If somebody with an MBA degree applies for a job, we will certainly not hold it against them, but we are really looking for people with PSD* degrees. They built this firm and there are plenty around because our competition seems to be restricting themselves to MBA’s. If we are smart, we will end up with the future Cy Lewises, Gus Levys and Bunny Laskers. These men made their mark with a high school degree and a PSD. * PSD stands for poor, smart and a deep desire to become rich.

Nicky’s mouth found Cy’s, explaining in-between kisses. “I demanded conjugal visits, and I don’t think we should waste it. I want you to bang me like a drum in the marching band, like a screen door in a hurricane. Fuck me until every person in a fifty mile radius knows I’m getting railed by your huge cock and the guards are too embarrassed

Our circumstances aren't the reasons we can't succeed. They are the circumstances in which we must succeed.

We talk more about our people than we do to them.