De Motivational Quotes

Only he who attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.

The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation. For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You'd be surprised how far that gets you.

Quand tu veux construire un bateau, ne commence pas par rassembler du bois, couper des planches et distribuer du travail, mais reveille au sein des hommes le desir de la mer grande et large. If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

No matter how old you are now. You are never too young or too old for success or going after what you want. Here’s a short list of people who accomplished great things at different ages 1) Helen Keller, at the age of 19 months, became deaf and blind. But that didn’t stop her. She was the first deaf and blind person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree. 2) Mozart was already competent on keyboard and violin; he composed from the age of 5. 3) Shirley Temple was 6 when she became a movie star on “Bright Eyes.” 4) Anne Frank was 12 when she wrote the diary of Anne Frank. 5) Magnus Carlsen became a chess Grandmaster at the age of 13. 6) Nadia Comăneci was a gymnast from Romania that scored seven perfect 10.0 and won three gold medals at the Olympics at age 14. 7) Tenzin Gyatso was formally recognized as the 14th Dalai Lama in November 1950, at the age of 15. 8) Pele, a soccer superstar, was 17 years old when he won the world cup in 1958 with Brazil. 9) Elvis was a superstar by age 19. 10) John Lennon was 20 years and Paul Mcartney was 18 when the Beatles had their first concert in 1961. 11) Jesse Owens was 22 when he won 4 gold medals in Berlin 1936. 12) Beethoven was a piano virtuoso by age 23 13) Issac Newton wrote Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica at age 24 14) Roger Bannister was 25 when he broke the 4 minute mile record 15) Albert Einstein was 26 when he wrote the theory of relativity 16) Lance E. Armstrong was 27 when he won the tour de France 17) Michelangelo created two of the greatest sculptures “David” and “Pieta” by age 28 18) Alexander the Great, by age 29, had created one of the largest empires of the ancient world 19) J.K. Rowling was 30 years old when she finished the first manuscript of Harry Potter 20) Amelia Earhart was 31 years old when she became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean 21) Oprah was 32 when she started her talk show, which has become the highest-rated program of its kind 22) Edmund Hillary was 33 when he became the first man to reach Mount Everest 23) Martin Luther King Jr. was 34 when he wrote the speech “I Have a Dream." 24) Marie Curie was 35 years old when she got nominated for a Nobel Prize in Physics 25) The Wright brothers, Orville (32) and Wilbur (36) invented and built the world's first successful airplane and making the first controlled, powered and sustained heavier-than-air human flight 26) Vincent Van Gogh was 37 when he died virtually unknown, yet his paintings today are worth millions. 27) Neil Armstrong was 38 when he became the first man to set foot on the moon. 28) Mark Twain was 40 when he wrote "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer", and 49 years old when he wrote "Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" 29) Christopher Columbus was 41 when he discovered the Americas 30) Rosa Parks was 42 when she refused to obey the bus driver’s order to give up her seat to make room for a white passenger 31) John F. Kennedy was 43 years old when he became President of the United States 32) Henry Ford Was 45 when the Ford T came out. 33) Suzanne Collins was 46 when she wrote "The Hunger Games" 34) Charles Darwin was 50 years old when his book On the Origin of Species came out. 35) Leonardo Da Vinci was 51 years old when he painted the Mona Lisa. 36) Abraham Lincoln was 52 when he became president. 37) Ray Kroc Was 53 when he bought the McDonalds Franchise and took it to unprecedented levels. 38) Dr. Seuss was 54 when he wrote "The Cat in the Hat". 40) Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger III was 57 years old when he successfully ditched US Airways Flight 1549 in the Hudson River in 2009. All of the 155 passengers aboard the aircraft survived 41) Colonel Harland Sanders was 61 when he started the KFC Franchise 42) J.R.R Tolkien was 62 when the Lord of the Ring books came out 43) Ronald Reagan was 69 when he became President of the US 44) Jack Lalane at age 70 handcuffed, shackled, towed 70 rowboats 45) Nelson Mandela was 76 when he became President

We would often be ashamed of our best actions if the world only knew the motives behind them.

Haters are my motivators

Uneori uit unde mă aflu şi zâmbesc aşa, fără motiv. Câteodată sunt vesel. Vesel de tot. Pentru că uit de mine. Mă pierd pe undeva, în vreun loc depărtat, cum ai uita o carte pe fereastră.

Success can be defined in many ways but failure in only one ... quitting!

There is no tomorrow and there was no yesterday; if you truly want to accomplish your goals you must engulf yourself in today.

The unsolicited promise is one of the most reliable signals because it is nearly always of questionable motive.

We must learn and then teach our children that niceness does not equal goodness. Niceness is a decision, a strategy of social interaction; it is not a character trait. People seeking to control others almost always present the image of a nice person in the beginning. Like rapport-building, charm and the deceptive smile, unsolicited niceness often has a discoverable motive.

Oamenii la care ne gîndim dintr-o dată, fără motiv aparent, sînt cei care ne-au flatat ori ne-au umilit într-un moment sau altul al existenţei noastre. Sînt singurii de care ne amintim după ani, chiar şi atunci cînd au dispărut de tot din orizontul nostru.

Skepticism is my nature. Free Thought is my methodology. Agnosticism is my conclusion. Atheism is my opinion. Humanitarianism is my motivation.

We have come here together so that you might know, through virtue of your own pain, your own hopelessness, your own fear, your own darkness and the lie of powerlessness, the very actual power of your own will, of the will of your soul.

the brilliant book Emotional Intelligence, Daniel Goleman describes seven key abilities most beneficial for human beings: the ability to motivate ourselves, to persist against frustration, to delay gratification, to regulate moods, to hope, to empathize, and to control impulse. Many of those who commit violence never learned these skills. If you know a young person who lacks them all, that’s an important pre-incident indicator, and he needs help.

A proverb is a short sentence based on long experience.

Are we open-minded enough to assume that other species have a mental life? Are we creative enough to investigate it? Can we tease apart the roles of attention, motivation, and cognition? Those three are involved in everything animals do; hence poor performance can be explained by any one of them.

How many of us stop short of success on purpose? How many of us sabotage our own happiness because failure, while miserable, is a fear we're familiar with? Success, however, dreams come true, are a whole new kind of terrifying, an entire new species of responsibilities and disillusions, requiring a new way to think, act and become. Why do we REALLY quit? Because it's hopeless? Or because it's possible...

At the end of the day let their be no regrets, only a desire to do more tomorrow than you did today.

Self-interest lies behind all that men do, forming the important motive for all their actions; this rule has never deceived me

Creativity is a great motivator because it makes people interested in what they are doing. Creativity gives hope that there can be a worthwhile idea. Creativity gives the possibility of some sort of achievement to everyone. Creativity makes life more fun and more interesting.

The successes and failures of yesterday are gone, today is a new day.

409.—We should often be ashamed of our very best actions if the world only saw the motives which caused them.

Throughout my life I have seen, without one exception, narrow-shouldered men performing innumerable idiotic acts, brutalizing their fellows, and corrupting souls by every means. They call the motive for their actions: fame.

When you believe something so strongly in your heart, never accept no for an answer! Keep pushing forward and prepare for that moment when someone tells you Yes!

Adevăratul motiv al temerilor mele – nu există ceva mai cumplit de spus şi nici de auzit – este că nu te voi putea poseda niciodată.

patriotism and religion are the only two motives in the world which can permanently direct the whole of a body politic to one end.

Ought we not to love dearly the neighbor, who truly represents to us the sacred Person of our Master? And is this not one of the most powerful motives we could have for loving each other with an ardently burning love?

When people support you when you have done something wrong. It doesnt mean you are right, but it means those people are promoting their hate , bad behavior or living their bad lives through you.

Sí, a veces la vida es una mierda, pero ¿sabes por qué aguanto? Por los momentos que no apestan. El truco está en darse cuenta de ellos cuando vienen

Thoughts are free, talk is cheap, and action is expensive. What's your worth?

Children are no longer being parented, but are raised. Thats why they don't have morals, ethics,humanity and manners, because their parents neglected them. We now live in a society that doesnt care about right or wrong.

Today my goal is to be more productive than I was yesterday, and tomorrow more productive than today.

When you are truly happy you will realise that there is nothing to prove to people.

Never give up on someone who is having a bad day. Tomorrow could be yours.

Îmi lipsește trupul tău seara, iar la trezire permanent mă însoțește nevoia de a te privi; îmi lipsesc certurile și împăcările; îmi lipsesc încruntarea ta când fumez și surâsul tău fără motiv; îmi lipsesc degetele tale fine, înzestrate cu minunea de a‑mi îndepărta gândurile negre, doar cu o atingere. Banalitatea gustului dulce întărește dorința buzelor mele de a te simți. Soarele mă irită, iar umbra mă afundă în tristețe. Nu mă mai regăsesc în nimic și, fără tine, mă prefac că mai trăiesc. Te iubesc atât de mult!

Nu mă preocupă emoţia estetică, nici morala, nici mesajul generos. Nu fac literatură, ci aştern în aceste file o mare pasiune care altfel ar fi rămas necunoscută, pentru bunul motiv că pasiunile fug de lumină ― lumina le omoară.

J. C. Ryle observed, “A man may preach from false motives. A man may write books, and make fine speeches, and seem diligent in good works, and yet be a Judas Iscariot. But a man seldom goes into his closet, and pours out his soul before God in secret, unless he is serious.

I won't sacrifice my characters morals/intentions/motives for the sake of what I believe is right or wrong. If the action fits the character it will be written. That's that.

Just keep Swimming!

160.—However brilliant an action it should not be esteemed great unless the result of a great motive.

To lovers there. Most ladies the reason they are dumped and their relationship doesn't last is they made themselves to become a want than a need in a relationship.

Este libro está dedicado a todos esos chicos que tienen más amigas que amigos, su voz suena más aguda de lo normal y caminan distinto. A los niños a los que llaman «maricón» por los pasillos del instituto. A quienes los defienden. A todas aquellas personas que se marchan para volver. A los que cuando llegan, comienzan. A los valientes. Este libro está dedicado a todo el que amó incluso cuando ya no quedaban razones.

Killing depends on circumstances, as you'd expect, whether it's a cold, planned murder, or a hot death in a fight, or inspired by honor or a more shameful motive. However many times you kill, though, it's the first that matters. It's a man's first blood that banishes him from the world of the ordinary.

Those who envy the success of others are normally ignorant to the sacrifices, failures, and dedication that it took for them to get there.

Strength lies not in defence but in attack.

Se ha de latir fuerte para que el mundo sepa que existes.

What we believe to be the motives of our conduct are usually just the pretexts for it.

If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

Choose to hustle now, to work hard now, to make all the sacrifice now. So that you can enjoy your tomorrow. Whatever it is that you suppose to do now. If you don't do it now, it will affect you badly for the rest of your life.

What, then, are religions if not the restraint wherewith the tyranny of the mightier sought to enslave the weaker? Motivated by that design, he dared say to him whom he claimed the right to dominate, that a God had forged the irons with which cruelty manacled him; and the latter, bestialized by his misery, indistinctly believed everything the former wished. Can religions, born of these rogueries, merit respect?

Din pacate, nu stiu sa le spun oamenilor pe care ii iubesc cat de mult ii iubesc. Imi ascund, dintr-o proasta pudoare, ori din timiditate, ori din mandrie prost inteleasa, ori din toate aceste motive la un loc, nevoia mea dureroasa de ei, recunostinta pentru tot ce mi-au dat, regretele pentru tot ce nu le-am dat eu. Aici este adevarata mea salbaticie. Cea mai grava. Cea mai trista.

Never justify someones wrong action, without them apologizing first & admitting their wrongs. If you do. You are not making them better, but you are making them worse on the bad things they do.

You have come nearer to mastering a good many aspects of cooking than anyone except a handful of great chefs, and some day it will pay off. I know it will. You will just have to go on working, and teaching, and getting around, and spreading the gospel until it does. (Avis DeVoto to Julia Child)

...exploration is hardly ever motivated by the desire to explore. Part the curtains of curiosity, and you'll find individuals hungry for political, cultural, or economic dominion funding the expedition.

De gîndit, n-ai gîndit prea des dintr-un motiv foarte simplu: ai primit toate răspunsurile cu mult înainte de a-ți fi pus o singură întrebare de unul singur. Și, oricum, nici un profesor nu te-a învățat să formulezi propoziții interogative, deși în școli ai studiat erotetica, logica întrebărilor și răspunsurilor.

Are you a dreamer or a doer? Hopefully you are both because a dream with no action is just a dream and a plan with no ending goal is senseless direction. Follow and accomplish your dreams with a plan of action!

Throughout my life I have seen, without one exception, narrow-shouldered men performing innumerable idiotic acts, brustalising their fellows, and corrupted souls by every means. They call the motive for their actions: fame. Seeing these exhibitions I’ve longed to laugh, with the rest, but that strange imitation was impossible. Taking a penknife with a sharp-edged blade, I slit the flesh at the points joining the lips. For an instant I believed my aim was achieved. I saw in a mirror the mouth ruined at my own will! An error! Besides, the blood gushing freely from the two wounds prevented my distinguishing whether this really was the grin of others. But after some moments of comparison I saw quite clearly that my smile did not resemble that of humans: the fact is, I was not laughing.

(...) Arthur ne aminteşte adesea (şi lui însuşi) că emoţia are puterea de a ascunde şi de a falsifica cunoaşterea; că lumea întreagă capătă un aspect senin atunci când avem motive să ne bucurăm şi unul întunecat şi posomorât atunci când ne copleşeşte părerea de rău

This was not to say, however, that she did not long, at times, for some greater change, that she did not experience some of those exceptional moments when one thirsts for something other than what is, and when those who, through lack of energy or imagination, are unable to generate any motive power in themselves, cry out, as the clock strikes or the postman knocks, for something new, even if it is worse, some emotion, some sorrow; when the heartstrings, which contentment has silenced, like a harp laid by, yearn to be plucked and sounded again by some hand, however rough, even if it should break them; when the will, which has with such difficulty won the right to indulge without let or hindrance in its own desires and woes, would gladly fling the reins into the hands of imperious circumstance, however cruel.

God created each of us with different traits and characteristics, but regardless of what they may be, know that He made you perfect and has equipped you with every tool to accomplish your purpose in life. Aim High and Dream Big!

The reason I am single is that I gave my all to people who are not giving me a chance.

Social Media people don't like it when you do well , because they don't know how to complement. They only know how to criticize.

Su motivación era la insatisfacción, y la insatisfacción crónica, como todos sabemos, es un virus mortal.

I am not sure what tomorrow has for me, but I am sure about one thing. Even If I lose it all. God will provide, because I trust in him. Genesis 22:7-8 Proverb 3:5

May August wind blow you in the right direction. Acts 2:1-4 James 3:4 John 3:8

One must know how to disregard the vehicle of the idea in order to consider its motivation alone.

Mientras el corazón lata y la carne palpite, no me explico que un ser dotado de voluntad se deje dominar por la desesperación.

Today you are no longer a victor nor victim of the past and future, today is completely independent, there are no restrictions; except for the ones you place upon yourself.

Multi oameni, cand incearca sa justifice de ce au sau nu au o anumita credinta, deseori au multe opinii in loc de motive.

I keep a vivid memory of failure in my back pocket, so no matter how much I accomplish I stay grounded.

People tell me I excel in Public Relations, what I suck at are private affairs.

An advice from a person who has nothing to lose. It will lead you to lose everything you have.

I dont celebrate any friendship that was build on hate, because we share the common enemy.

You want to know the great thing about today, it doesn't care about what you did or didn't do yesterday or what you're going to do tomorrow, it only cares about what you do right now.

Today look in the mirror and say 10 positive things about yourself !! Regardless of what other people say about you, your OWN words have more power over the direction of your life than other peoples. Speak positive and know that you are somebody!

niceness does not equal goodness. Niceness is a decision, a strategy of social interaction; it is not a character trait. People seeking to control others almost always present the image of a nice person in the beginning. Like rapport-building, charm and the deceptive smile, unsolicited niceness often has a discoverable motive.

Today I will work when others procrastinate, I will confront my fears when others hide from theirs, and I will create solutions when others find excuses; today I refuse to allow my enemies to out work me.

Toxic people choose to judge you and treat you bad, based on their assumptions and perceptions they have about you, not based on what you did or said. You will defend yourself to people whom you will never be right. It is not what you did, but it is what they think of you.

We might have been ready to offer sympathy, but in actuality there were stronger reasons to want to congratulate her for having found such a powerful motive to feel sad. We should have envied her for having located someone without whom she so firmly felt she could not survive, beyond the gate let along in a bare student bedroom in a suburb of Rio. If she had been able to view her situation from a sufficient distance, she might have been able to recognise this as one of the high points in her life.

Cada persona tendrá su propia lista, su propio pedazo del país colgado del corazón. Una lista larga, rica colorida, voluptuosa, fragante. Una lista con la cual contener el pesimismo; una vacuna contra la desilusión. Una lista de lo mejor de México. Una lista para despertarse en las mañanas.

Her widowed mother owns the shop on rue de Grenelle. Should her mother die, despite her expertise, Pauline Léon will not inherit the shop. She can only do so through a husband. As she has not yet met a suitable spouse, we can only imagine the kind of chocolat he would make if he were a wig maker.

This was not to say, however, that she did not long, at times, for some greater change, that she did not experience some of those exceptional moments when one thirsts for something other than what is, and when those who, through lack of energy or imagination, are unable to generate any motive power in themselves, cry out, as the clock strikes or the postman knocks, for something new, even if it worse, some emotion, some sorrow..; however cruel.

- Ajutor! Ajutor! răcnea vocea, la vreo câțiva pași depărtare. - Dacă l-am salva pe bietul om? propuse Trencavel. - Nu îmi surâde ideea de a face munca paznicului de noapte, zise Mauluys cu răceală. Dar, în fine, dacă ți-e ție pe plac...

Happy Fathers Day To all the loving , caring, supportive, protective, responsible fathers out there. May God give more years to see your children flourish. May he give you enough strength, wisdom and more money to raise your family.

Pe lângă trupuri identice, și motive globale să fim fericiți... Mâinile astea să muncească pentru voi; să mă cocoșez pentru asta toată viața; picioarele astea să alerge pentru voi și eu să le încalț și să le oblojesc când mă lasă; mintea asta să gândească pentru voi și eu să scriu noaptea, când îmi cade capul de somn!

Some women think being arrogant, selfish, bitter and looking down on others are qualities of being an Independent, strong, powerful and successful business women. No matter how high you are in life. Never look down on others and never forget humanity.

Throughout my life, I have seen narrow-shouldered men, without a single exception, committing innumerable stupid acts, brutalizing their fellows and perverting their souls by every means. They call the motive for their actions glory. On seeing these spectacles, I wanted to laugh with the others, but such a strange imitation was impossible, so I took a sharp-edged penknife and slit my flesh in the two places my lips joined.

...gândeai, ca întotdeauna de altfel, atât de departe, acesta fiind și principalul motiv pentru care n-ai reușit să păstrezi niciodată o femeie lângă tine. Toate ți-au fost imature, copilărești, cu minte infantilă incapabilă de a gândi mai departe decât ziua de mâine; ori pentru tine, ziua de mâine e mult prea aproape. Tu gândești la viitor, cu ani de zile înainte, îți place să-ți planifici viața cum își planifică un econom cheltuielile.

Friendship is a difficult thing to define. Oscar here is my oldest friend. How would you define friendship, Oscar?" Oscar grunts slightly, as though the answer is obvious. "Friendship is about choice and chemistry. It cannot be defined." "But surely there's something more to it than that." "It is a willingness to overlook faults and to accept them. I would let a friend hurt me without striking back," he says, smiling. "But only once." De Souza laughs. "Bravo, Oscar, I can always rely on you to distill an argument down to its purest form. What do you think, Dayel?" The Indian rocks his head from side to side, proud that he has been asked to speak next. "Friendship is different for each person and it changes throughout our lives. At age six it is about holding hands with your best friend. At sixteen it is about the adventure ahead. At sixty it is about reminiscing." He holds up a finger. "You cannot define it with any one word, although honesty is perhaps the closest word-" "No, not honesty," Farhad interrupts. "On the contrary, we often have to protect our friends from what we truly think. It is like an unspoken agreement. We ignore each other's faults and keep our confidences. Friendship isn't about being honest. The truth is too sharp a weapon to wield around someone we trust and respect. Friendship is about self-awareness. We see ourselves through the eyes of our friends. They are like a mirror that allows us to judge how we are traveling." De Souza clears his throat now. I wonder if he is aware of the awe that he inspires in others. I suspect he is too intelligent and too human to do otherwise. "Friendship cannot be defined," he says sternly. "The moment we begin to give reasons for being friends with someone we begin to undermine the magic of the relationship. Nobody wants to know that they are loved for their money or their generosity or their beauty or their wit. Choose one motive and it allows a person to say, 'is that the only reason?'" The others laugh. De Souza joins in with them. This is a performance. He continues: "Trying to explain why we form particular friendships is like trying to tell someone why we like a certain kind of music or a particular food. We just do.

Charm is another overrated ability. Note that I called it an ability, not an inherent feature of one’s personality. Charm is almost always a directed instrument, which, like rapport-building, has motive. To charm is to compel, to control by allure or attraction. Think of charm as a verb, not a trait. If you consciously tell yourself, “This person is trying to charm me” as opposed to, “This person is charming,” you’ll be able to see around it.

Never be around someone who makes you feel bad of who you are or of what you did.

Your mind is the vehicle to success, fuel it with fresh motivation daily to optimize your drive.

Success is mesmerizing, and blinding. Sometimes you need good old fashion failure to open your eyes.

When I made the drawing of the baobabs I was carried beyond myself by the inspiring force of urgent necessity.

Stress builds character and failure breeds motivation. I guess I'm a Optimist.

You can succeed and get what you want. You must want it and believe it with all the profusion of your heart and act with energy towards its realization

Somedays I ask myself why do I spend hours in the gym, then I look in the mirror and think "Damn I look good!

Time, energy, and focus; these are the resources at your disposal each and every day.

Relax your fears, let your ambition take the wheel for a while; it'll take you somewhere exciting that you've never been.

At the end of the day let there be no regrets, only a desire to do more tomorrow than you did today.

There is an unequivocal question in every layer of a dawn's beautiful rise that asks: "What are you going to do with this one glorious day?

Those who envy the success of others are normally ignorant to the sacrafices, failures, and dedication that it took for them to get there

Don't let negative energy pull you down and don't let negative people to stop you or your dreams

Deja que las cosas vayan y vengan sin forzar. Lo que está destinado a permanecer permanecerá y lo que no se marchará de ti y será para mejor.

Do we create an impact to make money or de we make money to create an IMPACT ?

No es más valiente el que no tiene ningún miedo, sino el que, aun teniéndolos, decide enfrentarse a ellos.

Someday is my favorite day of the week!

If you don’t plant any seed today. You will be bitter, petty and have jealous , When others are harvesting what they planted. If you do nothing , don't expect to be something.

If eggs can grow into great creatures, you can too.

There can never be someone greater at being you than you.

Le monde est la résultante de nos actes individuels.

There are many yesterdays. With any luck, many tomorrows. But there's only one today. Don't fuck it up.

Real man don’t abuse women. Real man walks away when the women is ill-discipline and is not worth it.

It depends on you whether her walls are too high or easy to climb.

She had been unhappy with her husband, but that wasn’t automatically a motive for murder. If it were, half the husbands in the world would be in danger sometimes.

Trying to control someone or trying to control someone's life is an abuse on its own.

The problem is that you guys are taking advices and making conclusions. Based on statements made by people who are pushing an agenda.

I've always felt like my calling was to inspire people. And not with famed, epic accomplishments, but with imperfection, struggles and humanity. I want people to read my stories and books and blogs, and look at my life and say, "She should have had nothing going for her. Meager means, questionable looks, no apparent safety nets and an absence of impressive letters after her name. But she followed her bliss anyway. If she can do it, I can do it. I'm not giving up.

Jealousy is a serious disease, that reflects who people are when others are achieving great things. It has nothing to say about the person they are hating but has everything to say about who they are. People who injects negativity and expect others to fail so that they can celebrate.

Choose to tell your own story . The only way you will tell a better story about your life, is choosing to live your own life to the fullest without being apologetic about it or copying others.

Quand le mépris pour la politique se généralise et que la confiance dans les institutions disparaît, Quand les appartenances se dissolvent et que l'intérêt personnel devient la seule motivation, Quand l'économie souterraine prolifère et que la débrouillardise est la principale vertu, Alors une société est prête à tomber entre les mains de toutes les mafias. Le processus est inévitable.

Corona virus is not a cult, perception or religion to discuss if it is real or not. People who don’t believe that Corona Virus is real. Are inconveniencing and endangering the lives of others. They become the carriers of the virus and spreading it everywhere. For your own sake. Stay at HOME.

Existe la magia de las pequeñas cosas, de los gestos sencillos y las sonrisas fugaces, de un perdón sincero, de los te quieros y las promesas eternas. Que a esa magia vosotros la llamáis felicidad.

Our government has worked hard in showing people that their core values is laziness, incompetence and corruption. They are willing to stick to that standard and are applying , in all the departments.

Good friends always pay you back , when they have borrowed money from you. Bad friends give you attitude and don't pay you back , because they are selfish and they think no one is more deserving than them.

If you scared, say you scared, and if not then push yourself off of that wall and step into the darkness. That's where success is, get up out of that comfort zone, you'll be surprised what you can achieve!

În iubire ne gustăm, ne savurăm pe noi înşine, ne încântăm cu voluptăţile tremurului nostru erotic. Din acest motiv, iubirea este cu atât mai intensă şi mai pofundă cu cât distanţa de persoana iubită este mai mare.

To lovers out there.... Pregnancy is the main reason why most couples are married today. Yet every day they ask themselves why they are not happily married, forgetting love was not the main reason for their marriage.

No matter how many times you have failed. Out of all options you have, one of them is giving up. Today just choose to start again, Maybe you were doing the right thing, but the time was not right. That is why you failed

L'humanité sera condamnée le jour où les humains n'auront plus envie de se surpasser. Aussi, vous tous qui m'écoutez, posez-vous cette question : « Mais au fait, qu'est-ce qui me donne envie de me lever le matin pour entreprendre des choses ? Qu'est-ce qui me donne envie de faire des efforts ? Qu'est-ce qui me pousse à agir ? »

Don’t talk bad about someone to me, or talk about the bad things they do, if you will not talk about us finding a way of helping them to do right, but you talk ,because you want to be seen as an angel and them as the devil.

Tous les hommes politiques d'aujourd'hui, selon Pontevin, sont un peu danseurs, et tous les danseurs se mêlent de politique, ce qui, toutefois, ne devrait pas nous amener à les confondre. Le danseur se distingue de l'homme politique ordinaire en ceci qu'il ne désire pas le pouvoir mais la gloire ; il ne désire pas imposer au monde telle ou telle organisation sociale (il s'en soucie comme d'une guigne) mais occuper la scène pour faire rayonner son moi.

I confessed that I had a burning desire to be excellent, but no faith that I could be. Martha said to me, very quietly: “There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. As for you, Agnes, you have so far used about one-third of your talent.” “But,” I said, “when I see my work I take for granted what other people value in it. I see only its ineptitude, inorganic flaws, and crudities. I am not pleased or satisfied.” “No artist is pleased.” “But then there is no satisfaction?” “No satisfaction whatever at any time,” she cried out passionately. “There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

If we could picture the thoughts of those who stand about a deathbed, what fearful sights should we not see? Money is always the motive-spring of the schemes elaborated, of all the plans that are made and the plots that are woven about it!

Universul ne inspaimanta prin imensitatea nesocotita a departarilor lui, prin lungimea de neconceput a perspectivelor de timp, care reduc toata istoria omenirii la durata unei clipiri din ochi, prin extrema noastra singuratate, prin neinsemnatatea materiala a locuintei noastre in spatiu-a milioana particica dintr-un bob de nisip, printre toate boabele de nisip ale tuturor tarmurilor din lume. Dar mai presus de toate ni se pare universul ingrozitor, pentru ca pare indiferent fata de orice fel de viata, la fel cu a noastra. Emotie, ambitie si succes, arta si religie, toate par deopotriva de straine planului lui. ... Pentru aceste motive mi se pare imposibil ca universul sa fi putut fi conceput la origine cu intentia de a produce viata...

Nu am crescut în sânul unei familii pline de iubire și nici nu am avut prieteni care să îmi dovedească cât de mult au oamenii nevoie unii de ceilalți. Poate tocmai din acest motiv am fost atât de ușor de influențat, de lovit, de ucis cu bestialitate.

You can’t be treating people bad, speaking bad about them , creating fake accounts to insults, swear, stalk, fight and bully them and then you preach karma everyday , when someone does you wrong.Do to others as you would have them do to you. Luke 6:31

Old ocean, the different species of fish that you nurture have not sworn brotherhood among themselves. Each species lives apart, on its own. The varying temperaments & conformations of each one satisfactorily explain what at first appears an anomaly. So it is with man, who has not the same motives as excuse. If a piece of land be occupied by thirty million human beings, they consider they have no obligation to concern themselves with the existence of their neighbors who are settled like roots in the adjacent patch of land. And descending from the general to the particular, each man lives like a savage in his den & rarely leaves it to visit his fellow --crouching alike in another lair. The great universal human family is a utopia worthy of the most paltry logic. Besides, from the spectacle of your fecund breasts emerges the notion of ingratitude, for one thinks immediately of those innumerable parents ungrateful enough towards the Creator to abandon the fruit of their sorry unions. I hail you old ocean!

Iubirea adevărată e o experienţă a bucuriei împărtăşite şi ea iradiază, ca atare, în întregul spaţiu din jurul său. Evident, nu cred în utopia unei exaltări de fiecare clipă, sau în convieţuirea paradiziacă, în care totul e roz, adorabil, ireproşabil. Vreau doar să spun că dacă o întîlnire de dragoste devine prea complicată, dacă emoţia, farmecul şi plăcerea se umplu, dintr-un motiv sau altul, de cearcăne, ceva în măruntaiele acestei întîlniri e pe cale de a se deteriora. De asemenea, dacă frumuseţea întîlnirii se cuplează cu nefericirea masivă a altora. O mare iubire care sfîrşeşte prin a ruina cariere, caractere, vieţi e o iubire mai curînd strîmbă şi are puţine şanse de happy end. Sintagme de tipul „sînt îndrăgostit fără speranţă“, „sînt îndrăgostit şi mă simt vinovat“, „sînt îndrăgostit şi nu mai sînt bun de nimic“ n-au ce căuta în vocabularul iubirii. Iubirea adevărată e creatoare, mobilizatoare, restauratoare. E tonică, simplă, vitală. Amărăciunile, neîncrederea, infernul geloziei, suspiciunile mărunte, spaima de viitor şi tot alaiul de indispoziţii cotidiene care confiscă uneori viaţa cuplului sînt preliminarii şi semne ale ratării. Iubirea fericită este, dimpotrivă, un corelativ a reuşitei umane, o binecuvîntare care îmbogăţeşte şi înfrumuseţează inventarul destinului pămîntesc. Fericirea se multiplică, atunci cînd e atentă la fericirea partenerului, iar fericirea cuplului aşază asupra întregii comunităţi un cer mai curat şi mai hrănitor. Ştiu foarte bine că descrierea de mai sus nu se potriveşte tuturor iubirilor, că iubirile fericite nu se întîlnesc pe toate drumurile (deşi sînt sigur că ele sînt mai numeroase decît ne închipuim). Dar iubirile nefericite ar trebui şterse din registrul iubirii: admit că ele sînt curente, aproape inevitabile şi că îşi au nimbul lor de tragism şi de respectabilitate. Nu sînt însă iubiri adevărate: sînt doar teribile probe existenţiale, provocări tainice ale sorţii, materie primă pentru o eventuală soluţie de înţelepciune. Iubirea adevărată e fericire pe termen lung, sau nu e deloc.

Everyone is trying to be famous and everyone is trying to trend. These people and the ones who are seeking attention on social media .They are more pandemic than corona virus, because they are misleading, hurting and destroying lot of lives while they are at it.

Pleasure and pain moreover supply the motives of desire and of avoidance, and the springs of conduct generally. This being so, it clearly follows that actions are right and praiseworthy only as being a means to the attainment of a life of pleasure. But that which is not itself a means to anything else, but to which all else is a means, is what the Greeks term the telos, the highest, ultimate or final Good.

Nenorocirea este - acum o pot spune - că cei mai slabi își propun tocmai isprăvile cele mai greu de înfăptuit, cei mai lași - acțiunile cele mai cutezătoare, iar cei cu respirația scurtă și cu picioarele slabe- cursele cele mai lungi. De ce? Din mai multe motive: atracția contrastului, care se observă în toate lucrurile omenești, nevoia de a se exalta și de a se ameți cu puteri imaginare și visuri de mărire; presimțirea obscură a unei scuze comode, când întreprinderea nu reușește și se spune că de vină e însăși grandoarea ei. Astfel, lăsând impresia că faci mai mult decât ceilalți, faci de fapt mai puțin decât oricine, pregătindu-ți o frumoasă și glorioasă înfrângere: ți-ai propus lucruri atât de mari, încât era firesc să nu te țină puterile. Cine știe ce lucruri grozave ai fi făcut dacă ambiția ta ar fi fost puțin mai mică!

Negative energy can be a positive motivating force devoid human emo-tion, isolation, and extinction.” “Be careful of the company that you keep, for everyone who smiles in your face is not your friend.” (Thought or Idea) ….. “That’s how the game is told, and that’s how the game is sold.” “For every action there is a reaction, however for every action there is also completely separate action that negates the first action.” “Life’s journey deals you friends in both high places ( + ), and low places ( - ), one can always mate the other.” “Every ending in one’s Life Series, constitutes a beginning De novo, al-ways every time.” “It’s not about your past, it’s about your future …… everyday.

To all the mothers out there. Happy mothers day. May the Lord give you more years to live and enough strength to face the daily challenges. May he blesses you. May he keep you, until you see your children succeed in life. Thanks for all the love and for making sure we grow up right. I have felt God’s love through you. Everyday to me it’s a Happy Mothers Day , because there is no day were you stopped being a mother to me.

What kind of shit was I? I could certainly play some nasty, unreal games. What was my motive? Was I trying to get even for something? Could I keep on telling myself that it was merely a matter of research, a simple study of the female? I was simply letting things happen without thinking about them. I wasn't considering anything but my own selfish, cheap pleasure. I was like a spoiled high school kid. I was worse than any whore; a whore took your money and nothing more. I tinkered with lives and souls as if they were playthings. How could I call myself a man? How could I write poems? What did I consist of? I was a bush-league de Sade, without his intellect. A murderer was more straightforward and honest than I was. Or a rapist. I didn't want my soul played with, mocked, pissed on; I knew that much at any rate. I was truly no good. I could feel it as I walked up and down on the rug. No good. The worst part of it was that I passed myself off for exactly what I wasn't - a good man. I was able to enter people's lives because of their trust in me. I was doing my dirty work the easy way. I was writing The Love Tale of the Hyena.

There is no standard set to define what is it to be romantic in a relationship. Don’t copy what other people do for their partners in a relationship ,but do what your partners likes ,loves, need . What they will appreciate in their lives and what will make them happy. That’s being romantic.

Motivo Eu canto porque o instante existe e a minha vida está completa. Não sou alegre nem sou triste: sou poeta. Irmão das coisas fugidias, não sinto gozo nem tormento. Atravesso noites e dias no vento. Se desmorono ou se edifico, se permaneço ou me desfaço, — não sei, não sei. Não sei se fico ou passo. Sei que canto. E a canção é tudo. Tem sangue eterno a asa ritmada. E um dia sei que estarei mudo: — mais nada.” — Cecília Meireles

I know the meaning of humility. It is not self-disparagement. It is the motive power of action. If, intending to absolve myself, I plead fate as the excuse for my misfortunes, I subject myself to fate. If I plead treason as their excuse, I subject myself to treason. But if I accept responsibility, I affirm my strength as a man. I am able to influence that of which I form part. I declare myself a constituent part of the community of mankind.

Many conflict-resolution professionals stress the value of curiosity, accompanied by active listening. Many conflicts can be avoided or de-escalated if the parties involved are willing to set aside their prejudgments—and the intense feelings connected to them—and ask a question. And then be curious about the actual answer. Not just any question, though. The question should be genuine and open-ended, a serious request for more information about another person's feelings, intentions or motivations. It should not be a choice between predefined alternatives, or an accusation followed by a demand for a response. It should be, as much as possible, unburdened from what you think will be the answer. That means being curious about what it really is.

Murder is always murder, regardless of motive or circumstance. Thus those who murder or who prepare to murder are malefactors and criminals, regardless of who they may be: kings, princes, marshals or judges. None who contemplates and commits violence has the right to consider himself better than an ordinary criminal. Because it is in the nature of all violence to lead inevitably to crime. Nicodemus de Boot, Meditations on Life, Happiness and Prosperity

Choose to stay away from people who would not let you have your moment. They will talk about their moment in your moments. They will be like yeah you bought a car but my car. You have a house but my house. They don’t let you be and enjoy what you have without them comparing or mentioning what they have that is better than yours.

To lovers out there... Most people look for marriage before they find the right partner. Instead of finding a right partner first, that will make them want to get married . That is why most marriages don’t work out. People just want to get married and they don't care whom they marry or how they feel about the person who marries them.

Our bad habits are the ones leading us to our death. Bad life, bad behavior, bad friends and bad things are always addictive. Choose not to start on something that other people are struggling to quit. Choose not to be involved with people that everyone are trying to cut ties with. Choose not to be close to people who are bad influence in your life.

Someday we will realize that man is not controlled by laws, but byb passions. it is the strongest of passions that led to mankind's finest artistic creations. Men who aren't motivated by strong passions are nothing more than mediocre creatures. Great passions yield great men. If there is no passions, there is decrepitude and stupidity. - Marquis De Sade

When black people are given a chance to tell their history. They only speak of their weakness, weak moments and defeat. When they are given a chance on Media. They only do stories, series, movies, or write articles about their bad qualities , bad people in the community. They make sure they humiliate them, but whites never do that. Whites tell of their heroes, They tell of great moments, victories and they will never tell of their losses, weakness, bad characters, criminals activities. That is why people don't respect black people or Africa even thou is a great strong continent. It is because they don't know what our heroes have done. This is information is even hidden to our children and generation to come.

When you start to normalize bad things. Bad things will start to normalize themselves happening to you. Be careful of what do you normalize in life.

Lies have to be put in place, but the truth always find its place. That is why, even you told a perfect lie. The truth always comes out.

Jim Rohn, the legendary motivational speaker, once said, “We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.

There is no selfless righteousness in social media . People say or do good things , but having bad motives in them. They only sympathize and support the one with most likes. They do things for rating, acknowledgement and fame. They don't do or say things because they care. That is why those who have few friends or followers will never have a say and their problems will never be known. They wont even get the platform to be supported in what they do. Their voices wont be heard because they are seen as unimportant and not interesting enough.

Epicurus founded a school of philosophy which placed great emphasis on the importance of pleasure. "Pleasure is the beginning and the goal of a happy life," he asserted, confirming what many had long thought, but philosophers had rarely accepted. Vulgar opinion at once imagined that the pleasure Epicurus had in mind involved a lot of money, sex, drink and debauchery (associations that survive in our use of the word 'Epicurean'). But true Epicureanism was more subtle. Epicurus led a very simple life, because after rational analysis, he had come to some striking conclusions about what actually made life pleasurable - and fortunately for those lacking a large income, it seemed that the essential ingredients of pleasure, however elusive, were not very expensive. The first ingredient was friendship. 'Of all the things that wisdom provides to help one live one's entire life in happiness, the greatest by far is the possession of friendship,' he wrote. So he bought a house near Athens where he lived in the company of congenial souls. The desire for riches should perhaps not always be understood as a simple hunger for a luxurious life, a more important motive might be the wish to be appreciated and treated nicely. We may seek a fortune for no greater reason than to secure the respect and attention of people who would otherwise look straight through us. Epicurus, discerning our underlying need, recognised that a handful of true friends could deliver the love and respect that even a fortune may not. Epicurus and his friends located a second secret of happiness: freedom. In order not to have to work for people they didn't like and answer to potentially humiliating whims, they removed themselves from employment in the commercial world of Athens ('We must free ourselves from the prison of everyday affairs and politics'), and began what could best have been described as a commune, accepting a simpler way of life in exchange for independence. They would have less money, but would never again have to follow the commands of odious superiors. The third ingredient of happiness was, in Epicurus's view, to lead an examined life. Epicurus was concerned that he and his friends learn to analyse their anxieties about money, illness, death and the supernatural. There are few better remedies for anxiety than thought. In writing a problem down or airing it in conversation we let its essential aspects emerge. And by knowing its character, we remove, if not the problem itself, then its secondary, aggravating characteristics: confusion, displacement, surprise. Wealth is of course unlikely ever to make anyone miserable. But the crux of Epicurus's argument is that if we have money without friends, freedom and an analysed life, we will never be truly happy. And if we have them, but are missing the fortune, we will never be unhappy.

Nu există argumente pentru a trăi. Aceluia care a ajuns la limită nu-i mai rămîn decît motive nemotivate spre a trăi. În culmea disperării, pasiunea absurdului este singura care mai aruncă o lumină demonică în haos. Cînd toate idealurile curente, moral, estetic,religios, social, nu mai pot direcţiona viaţa şi nu-i pot determina o finalitate, atunci cum se mai poate menţine viaţa spre a nu deveni neant? Numai printr-o legare de absurd, prin iubirea inutilului absolut, adică a ceva care nu poate lua o consistenţă, dar care, prin ficţiunea lui, poate să stimuleze o iluzie de viaţă

Don't make plans with me and cancel them without letting me know. You are wasting my time and costing me my future. The time I am waiting on you , I would have done something valuable and profitable.

To prevent lower-income African Americans from living in neighborhoods where middle-class whites resided, local and federal officials began in the 1910s to promote zoning ordinances to reserve middle-class neighborhoods for single-family homes that lower-income families of all races could not afford. Certainly, an important and perhaps primary motivation of zoning rules that kept apartment buildings out of single-family neighborhoods was a social class elitism that was not itself racially biased. But there was also enough open racial intent behind exclusionary zoning that it is integral to the story of de jure segregation.

Sînt oameni cărora le este dat să guste numai otrava din lucruri, pentru care orice surpriză este o surpriză dureroasă și orice experiență un nou prilej de tortură. Dacă se va spune că această suferință își are motive subiective, ținînd de o constituție particulară, voi întreba: există un criteriu obiectiv pentru aprecierea suferinței? Cine ar putea preciza că vecinul meu suferă mai mult decît mine sau că Isus a suferit mai mult decît toți? Nu există măsură obiectivă, deoarece ea nu se măsoară după excitația exterioară sau indispoziția locală a organismului, ci după modul în care suferința este simțită și reflectată în conștiință.

L'humanité a connu trois vexations. La première c'est Nicolas Copernic qui a déduit de ses observations du ciel que la Terre n'était pas au centre de l'univers. La deuxième c'est Charles Darwin qui a conclu que l'homme descendait d'un primate et était donc un animal comme les autres. La troisième c'est Sigmund Freud qui a signalé que la motivation réelle de la plupart de nos actes politiques ou artistiques était la sexualité.

Nowadays, when more subtle studies and more refined taste have reduced the art of pleasing into principles, a vile and misleading uniformity governs our customs, and all minds seem to have been cast in the same mould: incessantly politeness makes demands, propriety issues orders, and incessantly people follow customary usage, never their own inclinations. One does not dare to appear as what one is. And in this perpetual constraint, men who make up this herd we call society, placed in the same circumstances, will all do the same things, unless more powerful motives prevent them. Thus, one will never know well the person one is dealing with.

Cîtă laşitate în concepţia celor care susţin că sinuciderea este o afirmaţie a vieţii! Pentru a-şi scuza lipsa de îndrăzneală, inventează diverse motive sau elemente care să le scuze neputinţa. În realitate, nu există voinţă sau hotărîre raţională de a te sinucide, ci numai determinante organice, intime, care predestinează la sinucidere. Sinucigaşii simt o pornire patologică înspre moarte, pe care, deşi îi rezistă conştient, ei n-o pot totuşi suprima. Viaţa din ei a ajuns la un astfel de dezechilibru, încît nici un motiv de ordin raţional n-o mai poate consolida. Nu există sinucideri din hotărîri raţionale, rezultate din reflexii asupra inutilităţii lumii sau asupra neantului acestei vieţi. Iar cînd ni se opune cazul acelor înţelepţi antici ce se sinucideau în singurătate, eu voi răspunde că sinuciderea lor era posibilă numai prin faptul că au lichidat viaţa din ei, că au distrus orice pîlpîire de viaţă, orice bucurie a existenţei şi orice fel de tentaţie. A gîndi mult asupra morţii sau asupra altor probleme periculoase este desigur a da o lovitură mai mult sau mai puţin mortală vieţii, dar nu este mai puţin adevărat că acea viaţă, acel corp în care se frămîntă astfel de probleme trebuie să fi fost anterior afectat pentru a permite astfel de gînduri. Nimeni nu se sinucide din cauza unor întîmplări exterioare, ci din cauza dezechilibrului său interior şi organic. Aceleaşi condiţii exterioare defavorabile pe unii îi lasă indiferenţi, pe alţii îi afectează, pentru ca pe alţii să-i aducă la sinucidere. Pentru a ajunge la ideea obsedantă a sinuciderii trebuie atîta frămîntare lăuntrică, atît chin şi o spargere atît de puternică a barierelor interioare, încît din viaţă să nu mai rămînă decît o ameţeală catastrofală, un vîrtej dramatic şi o agitaţie stranie. Cum o să fie sinuciderea o afirmaţie a vieţii? Se spune: te sinucizi, fiindcă viaţa ţi-a provocat decepţii. Ca atare ai dorit-o, ai aşteptat ceva de la ea, dar ea nu ţi-a putut da. Ce dialectică falsă! Ca şi cum acel ce se sinucide n-ar fi trăit înainte de a muri, n-ar fi avut ambiţii, speranţe, dureri sau deznădejdi. În sinucidere, faptul important este că nu mai poţi trăi, care nu rezultă dintr-un capriciu, ci din cea mai groaznică tragedie interioară. Şi a nu mai putea trăi este a afirma viaţa? Orice sinucidere, din moment ce e sinucidere, e impresionantă. Mă mir cum oamenii mai caută motive şi cauze pentru a ierarhiza sinuciderea sau pentru a-i căuta diverse feluri de justificări, cînd n-o depreciază. Nu pot concepe o problemă mai imbecilă decît aceea care s-ar ocupa cu ierarhia sinuciderilor, care s-ar referi la sinuciderile din cauză înaltă sau la cele din cauză vulgară etc.… Oare faptul de a-ţi lua viaţa nu este el atît de impresionant încît orice căutare de motive pare meschină? Am cel mai mare dispreţ pentru acei care rîd de sinuciderile din iubire, deoarece aceştia nu înţeleg că o iubire ce nu se poate realiza este pentru cel ce iubeşte o anulare a fiinţei lui, o pierdere totală de sens, o imposibilitate de fiinţare. Cînd iubeşti cu întreg conţinutul fiinţei tale, cu totalitatea existenţei tale subiective, o nesatisfacere a acestei iubiri nu poate aduce decît prăbuşirea întregii tale fiinţe. Marile pasiuni, cînd nu se pot realiza, duc mai repede la moarte decît marile deficienţe. Căci în marile deficienţe te consumi într-o agonie treptată, pe cînd în marile pasiuni contrariate te stingi ca un fulger. N-am admiraţie decît pentru două categorii de oameni: pentru acei care pot oricînd înnebuni şi pentru acei care în fiecare clipă se pot sinucide.

No true power can be founded among men which does not depend upon the free union of their inclinations; and patriotism and religion are the only two motives in the world which can permanently direct the whole of the body politic to one end.

God’s plan is so perfect. That he made every person to be dependent on nature. To be dependent on other people . To be dependent on him to live and to survive. Next time think twice when you want to take nature, people or God our of your life. Think twice when you want to destroy nature and other people , because you might be destroying yourself. No matter how perfect, rich or good you are. You always need others to survive. Philippians 2:3-4 | Philippians 2:3 | 1 Peter 4:10

As I was about to complain that this 2020 is not the year I have ordered. Then I remembered Romans 5:3-11 3 We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. 4 And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. 5 And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love….

Iubirea, cu cît e mai intensă şi mai concentrată, cu atît se limitează mai mult în întindere, cu atît cere mai mult individualul şi unicul. Astfel se întîmplă că marile pasiuni descoperă absolutul într-o femeie, care la cea mai redusă analiză de abia îşi poate salva existenţa biologică. Unei consideraţii din afară, iubirea este atît de absurdă, încît ea nu poate fi apreciată decît pentru absurditatea ei. Din acest motiv, asupra iubirii nu se poate vorbi în consideraţii, ci numai în mirări. Din milioane de femei să aleg una singură, să mă limitez numai la una? Ar trebui ca aceea să fie în fiecare moment alta, să fie capabilă de atîta transfigurare, încît să-mi apară veşnic nouă şi nebănuită. Cîţi au pasiunea atît de mare, încît în fiecare moment să vadă lumini noi şi farmece schimbate? Femeia este o fiinţă cu puţine posibilităţi, ea nu poate rezista exigenţelor unui bărbat torturat, pentru care iubirea este numai o formă de a te realiza în viaţă. Îţi trebuie o pasiune mare pînă la imbecilitate pentru a putea iubi o singură femeie. Cînd simţi însă insuficienţa tuturor formelor de viaţă, cînd te satisface numai ceea ce e deviat, crescut paradoxal şi dezvoltat exagerat, ce mai poţi găsi într-o singură femeie? Schimbînd multe, dacă ţi se refuză surprize psihologice este imposibil să nu te farmece jocul de fizionomii, diversitatea de expresie şi să nu te pasioneze căutarea unui mister psihologic pe care nu-l găseşti totuşi niciodată, fiindcă nu există. Sensibilitatea feminină e prea periferică şi prea receptivă pentru a avea resursele inepuizabile ale unui mister. Farmecul absurd al iubirii adevărate, al iubirii intense, este de a găsi mister într-o singură fiinţă, de a descoperi — sau mai precis a inventa — un infinit într-o existenţă individuală de o deconcertantă finitate.

De unde derivă adâncimea iubirii, dacă nu din negaţia cunoaşterii? Ceea ce în cunoaştere e plat, iubire devine absolut. Orice cunoaştere obiectivă e plată; e o punere în relaţii prin care obiectele îşi pierd valoarea. Cunoaştem un lucru pentru a-l face ca pe celelalte; cu cât cunoaştem mai mult, cu atât realitatea devine mai comună, mai vulgară şi mai plată, deoarece cunoaşterea nu salvează niciodată nimic, ci distruge progresiv în fiinţă. Există, în orice cunoaştere obiectivă, care consideră lucrurile din afară, le încadrează în legi şi le pune în relaţii, care înţelege totul şi încearcă să explice totul, o tendinţă distructivă, iar când pornirea spre cunoaştere devine pasiune, ea nu este decât o formă de autodistrugere. Iubim în măsura în care negăm cunoaşterea, în măsura în care ne putem abandona absolut unei valori, făcând-o şi pe aceasta absolută. Şi dacă nu ne-am iubi decât dorinţa noastră de iubire sau iubirea noastră, în acest avânt nu este mai puţină negaţie a cunoaşterii. Cunoaştem cu adevărat numai în momentele când nu vibrăm intern, când nu ardem, când nu ne putem ridica la un înalt nivel psihic. Diferenţa aceasta de nivel psihic între cunoaştere şi iubire ne indică suficient pentru ce ele nu pot vieţui niciodată împreună. Când iubeşti o fiinţă, momentele de reală cunoaştere sunt extrem de rare; apariţia lor se datoreşte unui minus de iubire. Când ajungi uneori să-ţi dai seama din afară, cu o perspectivă obiectivă, că femeia care-ţi şerpuieşte ca o obsesie întreaga ta fiinţă, care a crescut organic în tine, seamănă cu oricare alta ca adâncime sufletească, sau când înţelegi că zâmbetul ei nu e unic, ci perfect reversibil, când o poţi încadra în rândul celorlalte şi găseşti explicaţii generale pentru reacţiile ei individuale, atunci cunoaşterea a suplinit dureros elanurile iubirii. Iubirea este o fugă de adevăr. Şi iubim cu adevărat numai când nu vrem adevărul. Iubirea împotriva adevărului, iată o luptă pentru viaţă, pentru propriile extazuri şi pentru propriile greşeli. Pe fiinţa ce o iubim o cunoaştem cu adevărat numai după ce n-o mai iubim, când am devenit lucizi, clari, seci şi goi. Şi în iubire nu putem cunoaşte, fiindcă persoana ce o iubim actualizează, numai, un potenţial lăuntric de iubire. Realitatea primordială şi efectivă este iubirea din noi. Pentru aceasta iubim. Iubesc iubirea din mine, iubesc iubirea mea. Femeia este pretextul indispensabil care-mi aduce într-un ritm intens pulsaţiile timide ale iubirii. Nu poate exista o iubire pur subiectivă. Dar, între abandonarea în experienţa voluptuoasă a iubirii ca stare pură şi abandonarea în culmile unei alte fiinţe, întâia este cea primordială. Iubim o femeie fiindcă ne este scumpă iubirea noastră. Singurătatea sexelor şi lupta sălbatică între bărbat şi femeie îşi au izvorul in această interioritate a iubirii. Căci în iubire ne gustăm, ne savurăm pe noi înşine, ne încântăm de voluptăţile tremurului nostru erotic. Din acest motiv, iubirea este cu atât mai intensă şi mai profundă, cu cât distanţa de persoana iubită este mai mare. Prezenţa ei fizică face din sentimentul nostru ceva prea orientat, cu o direcţie prea determinată, încât ceea ce este în noi cu adevărat trăire erotică pură, elan subiectiv, ne pare a veni din afară, desprinzându-se din prezenţa fizică a persoanei iubite. Numai iubirea de departe, iubirea care creşte alimentată de fatalitatea spaţiului, numai aceasta se prezintă ca stare pură. Atunci ai priză directă pe adânca ei interioritate, atunci trăieşti iubirea ca iubire, adâncindu-te în zvâcnirile unui sentiment, în farmecul lui voluptuos, care face suferinţele fluide, le topeşte ca într-o iluzie.

Just as we diet for a better body, we must also diet for a better mind. The things we look at, read, hear, and the people we associate with, shapes us into the person we currently are. Do you like the mental shape your are in? If not, it's time to get on a mental diet. Reference: Philippians 4:8

Țăranii, în orice caz cei cu oarecare stare, nu aveau niciun motiv să se lase atrași de ideologia comunistă: doreau să-și rotunjească proprietățile, nicidecum să le piardă; țăranii săraci, pe de altă parte, erau și teribil de incluți, mulți dintre ei analfabeți, așa încât prea puțini aveau tentații ideologice, comuniste sau de orice altă natură. [...] Nici n-aveau un nivel intelectual de natură să contracareze impactul ideologic al comunismului; „învățătura” comunistă s-a așezat la ei pe un teren virgin. Au fost ușor captați de comunism. Li s-a oferit o promovare socială aproape instantanee la care nici n-ar fi visat. Au avut și satisfacția de a vedea cum în timp ce ei urcă, alții, care față de ei fuseseră până atunci atât de sus, coboară sau se prăbușesc (e și asta o delectare care ține de latura mai puțin lăudabilă a psihologiei umane). S-ar zice că egalitarismul comunist a fost pedeapsa primită de România pentru inegalitarismul anterior.

Jealous has made lot of people fake activists. They choose sides not the truth or facts. They choose whom to fight. They choose what must happen to the person, they are hating and fighting. They choose violence not redemption , justice or peace. Choose to have a purpose and not a hidden agenda, In other people lives.

They only fight you , because they are afraid of you and feel threaten of you. They fight you , because they want, what you have. They fight you , because your existence . Cease their whole entire world, believes, hope, faith and lives. Your existence proves them wrong. They think by denying you . Things will alright In their lives.

Auzim adesea comentarii din partea parintilor, cum ca odraslele lor s-au razvratit impotriva eticii crestine, intreband de ce trebuie sa asculte de regulile parintilor lor. Unul din principalele motive pentru care se intampla acest lucru este ca parintii nu si-au instruit copii dintr-o perspectiva fundationala cu privire la ceea ce trebuie si ce nu trebuie sa faca. In cazurile in care copii vad regulile ca nimic mai mult decat opiniile parintilor lor, de ce sa le mai asculte? Este e diferenta enorna atunci cand parintii ii invata pe copii de la cea mai frageda varsta ca Dumnezeu este Creatorul si ca El a stabilit ceea ce este bine si ce este rau. Regulile vin de la Dumnezeu si prin urmare, trebuie respectate. Este imposibil sa zidesti o cladire fara sa-i asezi fundatii, insa aceasta este ceea ce incearca sa faca multi parinti in educatia copiilor lor. Rezultatele unor asemenea incercari sunt pretutindeni in jurul nostru - o generatie in care tot mai multi il resping pe Dumnezeu si absoluturile crestinismului.

Normally, the easiest way to [use money to get more money, i.e. capitalism] is by establishing some kind of formal or de facto monopoly. For this reason, capitalists, whether merchant princes, financiers, or industrialists, invariably try to ally themselves with political authorities to limit the freedom of the market, so as to make it easier for them to do so. From this perspective, China was for most of its history the ultimate anti-capitalist market state. Unlike later European princes, Chinese rulers systematically refused to team up with would-be Chinese capitalists (who always existed). Instead, like their officials, they saw them as destructive parasites--though, unlike the usurers, ones whose fundamental selfish and antisocial motivations could still be put to use in certain ways. In Confucian terms, merchants were like soldiers. Those drawn to a career in the military were assumed to be driven largely by a love of violence. As individuals, they were not good people, but they were also necessary to defend the frontiers. Similarly, merchants were driven by greed and basically immoral; yet if kept under careful administrative supervision, they could be made to serve the public good. Whatever one might think of the principles, the results are hard to deny. For most of its history, China maintained the highest standard of living in the world--even England only really overtook it in perhaps the 1820s, well past the time of the Industrial Revolution.

I learn from my own mistakes, but you dwell in my mistakes. You carry my mistakes around , so that when I am happy or when I have made it. You can remind me of my mistakes or how unperfect or not good I am and that is your biggest mistake. The biggest mistake that is hindering you from being successful, happy and making it in life. My mistakes are your heavy burden not mine.

This day is a reminder to us all that there are man. Who have unconditioned love, who have time and respect for their women and children. Man who gives advice's, attention, guidance, help, wisdom and education to their women and children. A man who encourages, motivates and inspire their women and children. A man who sacrifices everything for their children and women, not a man who sacrifices their child and women for everything. A man who uses their strength to protect their family, not a man who uses their strength to hurt their family. Not a man who abuses, rape, molest, threaten, torture, or humiliate their children and family. To all those good man. Happy Fathers Day. May God bless you more. Don’t stop what you are doing and may other men learn from your ways.

I consider myself a “social ecologist,” concerned with man’s man-made environment the way the natural ecologist studies the biological environment.....the discipline itself boasts an old and distinguished lineage. Its greatest document is Alexis de Tocqueville’s Democracy in America. But no one is as close to me in temperament, concepts, and approach as the mid-Victorian Englishman Walter Bagehot. Living (as I have) in an age of great social change, Bagehot first saw the emergence of new institutions: civil service and cabinet government, as cores of a functioning democracy, and banking as the center of a functioning economy. A hundred years after Bagehot, I was first to identify management as the new social institution of the emerging society of organizations and, a little later, to spot the emergence of knowledge as the new central resource, and knowledge workers as the new ruling class of a society that is not only “postindustrial” but postsocialist and, increasingly, post-capitalist. As it had been for Bagehot, for me too the tension between the need for continuity and the need for innovation and change was central to society and civilization.

Throughout our lives we are confronted with what seems like a never-ending task: trying to grasp the full scope of reality. As children, we adapt to circumstances by using the psychological defenses available to us. As we mature, we have to confront the defensive illusions we have constructed. If our psyches can tolerate the loss, we continue to let in more and more of human nature's reality: its dark and shadowy aspects, its limitations, and finally, recognition of the fragility of our brief sojourn on this planet. Psychological maturity involves the ongoing process of integrating into our conscious, everyday selves the full range of elements that make up the psyche inside us as well as those elements that make up the world that surrounds us. Inevitably what we must face is a mixture of our motives and deeds, and the similar paradox in others.

- Alors ? - J'ai du plaisir à sentir mon corps se remettre à fonctionner, Salim. Je me délecte de mes enjambées qui se fluidifient, du frottement de mes bras contre mon torse, de l'oxygène qui entre dans mes poumons, j'apprécie même la douleur dans mes muscles et mon souffle court... Comprends-tu ? - Je crois, oui, répondit Salim soudain attentif. - Alors écoute la suite. Je désire marcher pour redevenir moi-même mais, par-dessus tout, je désire découvrir un trajet que j'ai effectué dans tes bras et dont je ne garde pas le moindre souvenir. Si j'en étais capable, je l'accomplirais en te portant sur mon dos pour comprendre la force qui t'a soutenu, sans boire et sans manger, sans certitude pour motiver tes pas. Je veux marcher parce que je te suis redevable, Salim, c'est le seul moyen dont je dispose pour rembourser une infime partie de ma dette. Un pas sur le côté amoindrirait ton geste et je t'aime trop pour te diminuer.

We start off in childhood believing parents might have access to a superior kind of knowledge and experience. They look, for a while, astonishingly competent. Our exaggerated esteem is touching, but also intensely problematic, for it sets them up as the ultimate objects of blame when we gradually discover that they are flawed, sometimes unkind, in areas ignorant and utterly unable to save us from certain troubles. It can take a while, until the fourth decade or the final hospital scenes, for a more forgiving stance to emerge. Their new condition, frail and frightened, reveals in a compellingly physical way something which has always been true psychologically: that they are uncertain vulnerable creatures motivated more by anxiety, fear, a clumsy love and unconscious compulsions than by godlike wisdom and moral clarity -- and cannot, therefore, forever be held responsible for either their own shortcomings or our many disappointments.

Well, Harry, while we’ve still got you here, you won’t mind helping with the preparations for Bill and Fleur’s wedding, will you? There’s still so much to do.” “No--I--of course not,” said Harry, disconcerted by this sudden change of subject. “Sweet of you,” she replied, and she smiled as she left the scullery. From that moment on, Mrs. Weasley kept Harry, Ron, and Hermione so busy with preparations for the wedding that they hardly had any time to think. The kindest explanation of this behavior would have been that Mrs. Weasley wanted to distract them all from thoughts of Mad-Eye and the terrors of their recent journey. After two days of nonstop cutlery cleaning, of color-matching favors, ribbons, and flowers, of de-gnoming the garden and helping Mrs. Weasley cook vast batches of canapés, however, Harry started to suspect her of a different motive. All the jobs she handed out seemed to keep him, Ron, and Hermione away from one another; he had not had a chance to speak to the two of them alone since the first night, when he had told them about Voldemort torturing Ollivander. “I think Mum thinks that if she can stop the three of you getting together and planning, she’ll be able to delay you leaving,” Ginny told Harry in an undertone, as they laid the table for dinner on the third night of his stay. “And then what does she think’s going to happen?” Harry muttered. “Someone else might kill off Voldemort while she’s holding us here making vol-au-vents?

To lovers out there … Please when you are In a relationship. Ask your partner that , They must not buy or give you a gift that will cost you your life and freedom from them. They must not do things for you or with you that will you cost you your soul, peace and happiness. They must not do things for you or with you , If those things means ,you must pay with your own life. They should not feel like you owe them something. Dying should not be the price you pay for loving someone or being a relationship with someone.

Compania lui Rampion mă cam indispune, căci mă face să înţeleg marea prăpastie care desparte conştiinţa lucrurilor evidente de trăirea lor efectivă. Şi vai, câte greutăţi ai de întâmpinat când vrei să treci acea prăpastie! Înţeleg acum de ce marele farmec al vieţii intelectuale – viaţa devotată erudiţiei, cercetărilor ştiinţifice, filosofiei, esteticii, criticii – constă în uşurinţa ei. E o substituire de simple scheme intelectuale în locul complexităţilor realităţii... E incomparabil mai uşor să ştii multe, să spunem, în domeniul istoriei artei şi să ai cele mai adânci idei asupra metafizicii şi sociologiei, decât să cunoşti personal şi intuitiv amănunte despre cei din jurul tău, să ai legături mulţumitoare cu iubitele şi prietenii tăi, cu nevasta şi copiii tăi. Viaţa e mult mai grea decât limba sanscrită, chimia sau ştiinţele economice. Viaţa intelectualului e un joc de copii; iată de ce intelectualii tind să devină puerili, apoi imbecili şi, în sfârşit, aşa cum demonstrează limpede istoria politicii şi industriei din ultimele secole, ţicniţi, cu idei criminale sau fiare. ... e mult mai uşor să fii un intelectual pueril, un ţicnit sau o fiară decât să fii un om matur, echilibrat, iată de ce (printre alte motive) se simte şi o atât de mare nevoie de educaţie superioară. Goana după cărţi şi universităţi e ca o goană după băutură. Oamenii vor să înece în alcool înţelegerea greutăţilor de a trăi decent în această lume contemporană grotescă, şi vor să uite propria lor incapacitate deplorabilă de a reuşi ca artişti în viaţă. Unii îşi îneacă grijile în alcool, alţii, mai numeroşi, citind cărţi şi practicând diletantismul artistic.(Philip Quarles)

Fraților, este important să nu vă mințiți pe voi înșivă. Cel care se minte pe sine însuși și se lasă pătruns de propria minciună ajunge să nu mai deosebească niciodată minciuna de adevăr și, treptat, chiar se înstrăinează de orice formă de adevăr, și de cel din interiorul său, și de cel din afară, din jur, pierzîndu-și totodată, stima față de sine și față de alții. Dacă nu respectă pe nimeni, încetează să mai iubească și atunci, pentru a-și umple timpul, se consacră plăcerilor trupești și patimilor, ajungând să aibă un comportament vicios și brutal, și toate acestea i se întâmplă pentru că ajunge să se mintă deopotrivă pe sine și pe ceilalți din jur. Cel care se minte pe sine devine suspicios și este primul care găsește motive de supărare. Nu-i așa că, uneori, e foarte plăcut să te superi? Cu toate că omul știe că nimeni nu l-a jignit cu ceva, că el însuși și-a inventat supărarea și a mințit pentru împodobirea exagerată a unei clipe, că a înflorit unele fapte ca să-și creeze un tablou cât mai convingător pentru sine, că s-a legat de un cuvânt și a făcut dintr-o boabă de linte un munte, este primul care se îmbufnează și se enervează doar ca să-și facă plăcere și ca să trăiască din plin această senzație de plăcere, ajungând, totodată, să devină dușmanul propriului adevăr.

Mai întâi, cred, împreună cu Schopenhauer, că unul dintre cele mai puternice motive ce conduc la artă şi ştiinţă este evadarea din viaţa de toate zilele cu asprimea ei dureroasă şi pustiul ei dezolant, din cătuşele propriilor dorinţe veşnic schimbătoare. Toate acestea alungă pe omul sensibil din existenţa personală în lumea contemplării obiective şi a înţelegerii; este un motiv comparabil cu nostalgia ce îl împinge pe orăşean, fără putinţă de împotrivire, din ambianţa sa zgomotoasă şi lipsită de perspectivă spre ţinuturile liniştitoare ale munţilor înalţi unde privirea se pierde în depărtări prin aerul liniştit şi pur şi se animă de contururi odihnitoare create, parcă, de eternitate. Acestui motiv negativ i se alătură unul pozitiv. Omul încearcă, într-un fel care să i se potrivească oarecum, să-şi creeze o imagine a lumii simplificată şi sistematică şi să treacă astfel dincolo de lumea trăirilor, în măsura în care năzuieşte să o înlocuiască, până la un anumit grad, prin această imagine. Este ceea ce face pictorul, poetul, filozoful speculativ şi cercetătorul naturii, fiecare în felul său. El strămută centrul de greutate al vieţii sufleteşti în această imagine şi în alcătuirea ei pentru a căuta astfel liniştea şi statornicia pe care nu le poate găsi în cercul prea strâmt al zbuciumatelor trăiri personale

Feminist “theory,” as it is grandiloquently called, is simply whatever the women in the movement come up with in post facto justification of their attitudes and emotions. A heavy focus on feminist doctrine seems to me symptomatic of the rationalist fallacy: the assumption that people are motivated primarily by beliefs. If they were, the best way to combat an armed doctrine would indeed be to demonstrate that its beliefs are false. (…) A feminist in the strict and proper sense may be defined as a woman who envies the male role. By the male role I mean, in the first place, providing, protecting, and guiding rather than nurturing and assisting. This in turn envolves relative independence, action, and competition in the larger impersonal society outside the family, the use of language for communication and analysis (rather than expressiveness or emotional manipulation), and deliberate behavior aiming at objective achievement (rather than the attainment of pleasant subjective states) and guided by practical reasoning (rather than emotional impulse). Both feminist and nonfeminist women sense that these characteristically male attributes have a natural primacy over their own. I prefer to speak of“primacy” rather than superiority in this context since both sets of traits are necessary to propagate the race. One sign of male primacy is that envy of the female role by men is virtually nonexistent — even, so far as I know, among homosexuals. Normal women are attracted to male traits and wish to partner with a man who possesses them. (…) The feminists’ response to the primacy of male traits, on the other hand, is a feeling of inadequacy in regard to men—a feeling ill-disguised by defensive assertions of her “equality.”She desires to possess masculinity directly, in her own person, rather than partnering with a man. That is what leads her into the spiritual cul de sac of envy. And perhaps even more than she envies the male role itself, the feminist covets the external rewards attached to its successful performance: social status, recognition, power, wealth, and the chance to control wealth directly (rather than be supported).

And it was inevitable. In every relation of life with others one has to find some moyen de vivre. In your case, one had either to give up to you or to give you up. There was no alternative. Through deep if misplaced affection for you: through great pity for your defects of temper and temperament: through my own proverbial good-nature and Celtic laziness: through an artistic aversion to coarse scenes and ugly words: through that incapacity to bear resentment of any kind which at that time characterised me: through my dislike of seeing life made bitter and uncomely by what to me, with my eyes really fixed on other things, seemed to be mere trifles too petty for more than a moment's thought or interest – through these reasons, simple as they may sound, I gave up to you always. As a natural result, your claims, your efforts at domination, your exactions grew more and more unreasonable. Your meanest motive, your lowest appetite, your most common passion, became to you laws by which the lives of others were to be guided always, and to which, if necessary, they were to be without scruple sacrificed. Knowing that by making a scene you could always have your way, it was but natural that you should proceed, almost unconsciously I have no doubt, to every excess of vulgar violence. At the end you did not know to what goal you were hurrying, or with what aim in view. Having made your own of my genius, my will-power, and my fortune, you required, in the blindness of an inexhaustible greed, my entire existence. You took it.

Nevertheless, scholars keep obsessing about selfish motives, simply because both economics and behaviorism have indoctrinated them that incentives drive everything that animals or humans do. I don’t believe a word of it, though, and a recent ingenious experiment on children drives home why. The German psychologist Felix Warneken investigated how young chimpanzees and children assist human adults. The experimenter was using a tool but dropped it in midjob: would they pick it up? The experimenter’s hands were full: would they open a cupboard for him? Both species did so voluntarily and eagerly, showing that they understood the experimenter’s problem. Once Warneken started to reward the children for their assistance, however, they became less helpful. The rewards, it seems, distracted them from sympathizing with the clumsy experimenter.50 I am trying to figure how this would work in real life. Imagine that every time I offered a helping hand to a colleague or neighbor—keeping a door open or picking up their mail—they stuffed a few dollars in my shirt pocket. I’d be deeply offended, as if all I cared about was money! And it would surely not encourage me to do more for them. I might even start avoiding them as being too manipulative. It is curious to think that human behavior is entirely driven by tangible rewards, given that most of the time rewards are nowhere in sight. What are the rewards for someone who takes care of a spouse with Alzheimer’s? What payoffs does someone derive from sending money to a good cause? Internal rewards (feeling good) may very well come into play, but they work only via the amelioration of the other’s situation. They are nature’s way of making sure that we are other-oriented rather than self-oriented.

Ţi-a fost dor de mine, Alina? Ţi-a fost dor de mine cât ai fost la palat? — În fiecare zi, i-am răspuns eu sincer. — Mie mi-a fost dor de tine în fiecare oră. Şi ştii care a fost partea cea mai rea? Că m-a luat complet prin surprindere. Mă trezeam că încercam să dau de tine, dar nu pentru vreun motiv anume, ci pur şi simplu din obişnuinţă, pentru că văzusem ceva şi voiam să-ţi povestesc sau pentru că voiam să-ţi aud vocea. Dar apoi îmi dădeam seama că nu mai erai în preajma mea, şi de fiecare dată – dar de fiecare dată – simţeam că mi se taie respiraţia. Mi-am riscat viaţa pentru tine. Am traversat jumătate din Ravka pentru tine, şi aş face la fel încă o dată şi încă o dată, numai ca să fiu cu tine, numai ca să sufăr de foame cu tine, să îndur frigul cu tine şi să te aud plângându-te de caşcaval în fiecare zi. Deci nu-mi spune că locul nostru nu e unul lângă altul, a zis el pe un ton apăsat.

Cînd iubeşti o fiinţă, momentele de reală cunoaştere sunt extrem de rare; apariţia lor se datoreaza unui minus de iubire. Cînd ajungi uneori să-ţi dai seama din afară, cu o perspectivă obiectivă, că femeia care-ţi şerpuieşte ca o obsesie intreaga ta fiinţă, care a crescut organic in tine seamănă cu oricare alta ca adîncime sufletească sau cînd înţelegi că zîmbetul ei nu e unic, ci perfect reversibil; cand o poţi înseria şi încadra în rîndul celorlalte şi găseşti explicaţii generale pentru reacţiile ei individuale, atunci cunoaşterea a suplinit dureros elanurile iubirii. lubirea este o fugă de adevăr. Şi iubim cu adevărat numai cînd nu vrem adevărul. Iubirea împotriva adevărului, iată o lupta pentru viaţă, pentru propriile extazuri şi pentru propriile greşeli. Pe fiinţa ce o iubim o cunoaştem cu adevărat numai după ce n-o mai iubim, cînd am devenit lucizi, clari, seci şi goi. Şi în iubire nu putem cunoaşte, fiindcă persoana ce o iubim actualizează numai un potenţial lăuntric de iubire. Realitatea primordială şi efectivă este iubirea din noi. Pentru aceasta iubim. Iubesc iubirea din mine, iubesc iubirea mea. Femeia este pretextul indispensabil care-mi aduce într-un ritm intens pulsaţiile timide ale iubirii. Nu poate exista o iubire pur subiectivă. Dar între abandonarea în experienţa voluptuoasă a iubirii ca stare pură şi abandonarea în culmile unei alte fiinţe, întîia este cea primordială. Iubim o femeie, fiindcă ne este scumpă iubirea noastră. Singurătatea sexelor şi lupta sălbatică între bărbat şi femeie îşi au izvorul în această interioritate a iubirii. Căci în iubire ne gustăm, ne savurăm pe noi înşine, ne încîntăm de voluptăţile tremurului nostru erotic. Din acest motiv, iubirea este cu atît mai intensă şi mai profundă, cu cît distanţa de persoana iubită este mai mare. Prezenţa ei fizică face din sentimentul nostru ceva prea orientat, cu o direcţie prea determinată, încît ceea ce este în noi cu adevărat trăire erotică pură, elan subiectiv, ne pare a veni din afară, desprinzîndu-se din prezenţa fizică a persoanei iubite. Numai iubirea de departe, iubirea care creşte alimentată de fatalitatea spaţiului, numai aceasta se prezintă ca stare pură. Atunci ai priză directă pe adinca ei interioritate, atunci trăieşti iubirea ca iubire, adîncindu-te în zvacniriIe unui sentiment, în farmecul lui voluptuos, care face suferinţele fluide, le topeşte ca într-o iluzie. La oamenii cu multă imaginaţie şi cu o viaţă interioară complicată, se găseşte nu arareori o astfel de purificare a iubirii încît ei trăiesc elanurile iubirii in ceea ce ele au suav, virginal, în volutele vitale ale iubirii, în pulsaţiile ei pure, în potenţialul erotic ca atare, inainte ca o fiinţă să fi trezit la viaţă şi să fi actualizat acest potenţial. Contopirea în tremurul vital, în iubirea ca germen, în iubirea ca dorinţă face din sufletul acestor oameni fîntîni nesecate de stări cristaline în puritatea lor.

Uneori, copiii se pot simți respnsabili față de așteptările părinților chiar și atunci când aceștia nu le cer , în mod explicit și clar, ceva anume. Atunci când adulții semnificativi sunt deprimați o perioadă mai lungă de timp, dependenți de diferite substanțe sau nu sunt cu adevărat prezenți, din diferite motive, copiii pot interpreta acest gen de situații ca pe o nevoie a adultului de ajutor, și, mânați de loialitatea invizibilă pe care o manifestă față de cei care le-au dat viață, încep să preia din responsabilități fără să mai aștepte, în schimb, să primească iubirea părintească. Deseori am fost prins și eu în acest mecanism relațional în care, preocupați de propriile dureri psihologice, părinții îmi ofereau atenție doar atunci când deveneam o sursă de suport emoțional și ajutor practic; mai concret, atunci când adoptam comportamente care nu erau potrivite pentru vârsta mea, fenomen care în cărțile de terapia familiei este cunoscut ca parentificare. În timp, am învățat că pot să contribui la schimbarea stării emoționale a părinților mei, dar și a altor adulți din jur și că atunci sunt șanse mai mari să fie liniște în familie și poate - poate voi căpăta și eu puțină alinare emoțională. Însă cel mai dureros mesaj distorsionat pe care l-am dobândit a fost că eu pot fi acceptat doar dacă mă abțin de la a cere, dacă renunț la nevoile mele și mă străduiesc să țin cont de ale celor din jur. La maturitate, am ajuns să caut plăcerea în relații complicate, fiind atras de adulții care erau în căutarea unui colac de salvare. Și culmea sau nu, ajunsesem să mă simt bine în aceste diade unilaterale, în care mă dedicam trup și suflet pentru ca celorlalți să le fie bine. Nu este vorba doar despre conexiunile sentimentale, același obicei îl manifestam și în relațiile de prietenie și cele profesionale. Convingerea bazală fiind aceea că, dacă sunt perfect, mai devreme sau mai târziu, voi ajunge să primesc și eu ceva. Trăind astfel după principiul - Nu te accepta pentru ceea ce ești, deoarece nu ești suficient, tu trebuie să fii ceea ce cred alții că ești. Iar aceasta este o variantă a dependenței de nefericire.

Dragă Christian, Te-am așteptat în vacanța de Paște. Ți-am pregătit patul lângă al meu. Deasupra, am agățat niște postere cu fotbaliști. Am făcut loc în dulap ca să-ți pui hainele și mingea. Eram gata să te primesc la mine. Nu vei veni. Sunt multe lucruri pe care nu am apucat să ți le spun. De exemplu, cred că nu ți-am povestit niciodată despre Laure. E logodnica mea. Ea nu știe încă. Am plănuit să o cer în căsătorie. Foarte curând. Când va fi din nou pace. Eu și Laure ne trimitem scrisori. Scrisori care ajung cu avionul. Berze de hârtie care călătoresc între Africa și Europa. Este prima oară când mă îndrăgostesc de o fată. E o senzație tare ciudată. Ca o febră în stomac. Nu îndrăznesc să le spun prietenilor, pentru că ar râde de mine. Mi-ar spune că sunt îndrăgostit de o fantomă. Pentru că nu am văzut-o niciodată pe fata asta. Dar nu e nevoie să mă întâlnesc cu ea ca să știu că o iubesc. Îmi sunt de-ajuns scrisorile noastre. Am amânat să-ți scriu. Am încercat prea mult în timpul ăsta să rămân copil. Prietenii mă îngrijorează. Se îndepărtează de mine tot mai mult în fiecare zi. Se iau la harță pentru chestii de oameni mari, își inventează dușmani și motive de luptă. Tata avea dreptate când nu ne lăsa pe mine și pe Ana să vorbim despre politică. Tata pare obosit. Mi se pare absent. Distant. Și-a făcut o platoșă groasă de fier ca să nu-l atingă răutatea. Dar eu știu că, în inima lui, e la fel de gingaș ca pulpa unui fruct bine copt de guava. Mama nu s-a mai întors niciodată de la tine. Și-a lăsat sufletul în grădina ta. I s-a frânt inima. A înnebunit, ca lumea care te-a răpit. Am amânat să-ți scriu. Am ascultat o mulțime de voci care mi-au spus atâtea lucruri… La radio au zis că echipa Nigeriei, cu care țineai tu, a câștigat Cupa Africii pe națiuni. Străbunica mea spunea că oamenii pe care îi iubim nu mor dacă ne gândim în continuare la ei. Tatăl meu spunea că în ziua în care nu va mai fi război între oameni, va ninge la tropice. Doamna Economopoulos spunea că mai adevărate decât realitatea sunt cuvintele. Profesoara mea de biologie spunea că pământul e rotund. Prietenii mei spuneau că trebuie să alegem de ce parte a baricadei suntem. Mama spunea că dormi, cu tricoul de fotbal al echipei tale preferate. Iar tu, Christian, nu vei mai spune nimic, niciodată. Gaby

Situation awareness means possessing an explorer mentality A general never knows anything with certainty, never sees his enemy clearly, and never knows positively where he is. When armies are face to face, the least accident in the ground, the smallest wood, may conceal part of the enemy army. The most experienced eye cannot be sure whether it sees the whole of the enemy’s army or only three-fourths. It is by the mind’s eye, by the integration of all reasoning, by a kind of inspiration that the general sees, knows, and judges. ~Napoleon 5   In order to effectively gather the appropriate information as it’s unfolding we must possess the explorer mentality.  We must be able to recognize patterns of behavior. Then we must recognize that which is outside that normal pattern. Then, you take the initiative so we maintain control. Every call, every incident we respond to possesses novelty. Car stops, domestic violence calls, robberies, suspicious persons etc.  These individual types of incidents show similar patterns in many ways. For example, a car stopped normally pulls over to the side of the road when signaled to do so.  The officer when ready, approaches the operator, a conversation ensues, paperwork exchanges, and the pulled over car drives away. A domestic violence call has its own normal patterns; police arrive, separate involved parties, take statements and arrest aggressor and advise the victim of abuse prevention rights. We could go on like this for all the types of calls we handle as each type of incident on its own merits, does possess very similar patterns. Yet they always, and I mean always possess something different be it the location, the time of day, the person you are dealing with. Even if it’s the same person, location, time and day, the person you’re dealing who may now be in a different emotional state and his/her motives and intent may be very different. This breaks that normal expected pattern.  Hence, there is a need to always be open-minded, alert and aware, exploring for the signs and signals of positive or negative change in conditions. In his Small Wars journal article “Thinking and Acting like an Early Explorer” Brigadier General Huba Wass de Czege (US Army Ret.) describes the explorer mentality:   While tactical and strategic thinking are fundamentally different, both kinds of thinking must take place in the explorer’s brain, but in separate compartments. To appreciate this, think of the metaphor of an early American explorer trying to cross a large expanse of unknown terrain long before the days of the modern conveniences. The explorer knows that somewhere to the west lies an ocean he wants to reach. He has only a sketch-map of a narrow corridor drawn by a previously unsuccessful explorer. He also knows that highly variable weather and frequent geologic activity can block mountain passes, flood rivers, and dry up desert water sources. He also knows that some native tribes are hostile to all strangers, some are friendly and others are fickle, but that warring and peace-making among them makes estimating their whereabouts and attitudes difficult.6

... dar in "Pivnita de ceapa" a lui Schmuh nu se gasea nimic de mancare si cine voia sa manance ceva trebuia sa mearga in alta parte, la Fischl si nu in "Pivnita de ceapa", fiindca aici nu se taia decat ceapa. Si de ce asa? Pentru ca pivnita se numea astfel si ce era cu totul iesit din comun pentru ca aceasta ceapa, ceapa taiata, cand o privesti cu atentie... nu, clientii lui Schmuh nu mai vedeau nimic sau doar unii dintre ei nu mai vedeau nimic, li se scurgeau ochii, nu pentru ca aveau inimile prea pline; caci unde scrie ca daca ti-e inima plina, trebuie sa iti planga ochii, unora nu le reuseste niciodata asa ceva, mai ales in deceniile din urma, de aceea secolul nostru se va numi candva, in viitor, secolul lipsit de lacrimi, desi a fost multa suferinta - si tocmai din acest motiv, din cauza lipsei lacrimilor, oamenii, cei care isi puteau permite, se duceau la "Pivnita de ceapa", se lasau serviti de patron cu o scandura de tocat, cu un cutit de bucatarie si cu o ceapa ordinara de camp sau gradina care-i costa douasprezece marci, o taiau atat de marunt pana ce sucul reusea. Ce reusea? Reusea ceea ce lumea si suferinta acestei lumi nu reuseau sa produca: omeneasca lacrima rotunda. Si atunci se puneau pe plans. In sfarsit se punea lumea, din nou, pe plans. Se plangea serios, dezlantuit, in toata legea. Apa curgea si lua totul cu ea. Apoi venea ploaia. Apoi cadea roua... Si dupa acea calamitate naturala de douasprezece marci si optzeci de pfenigi, oamenii satui de plans incep sa vorbeasca. Inca ezitand, mirati de propria lor limba goala, dupa ce savureaza ceapa, clientii pivnitei se predau vecinilor lor, acolo, pe lazile incomode imbracate in iuta, se lasa intrebati, isi schimba felul de a fi cum iti intorci paltonul.

― Ce se întîmplă cu tine, băiete? mă întrebă. Vorbea destul de aspru pentru felul lui de a fi. Cîte materii ai urmat în trimestrul ăsta? ― Cinci, domnule profesor. ― Cinci? Şi la cîte ai căzut? ― La patru. Îmi amorţise fundul stînd pe pat. În viaţa mea nu stătusem pe un pat atît de tare. ― La engleză am trecut, i-am spus, fiindcă poveştile cu Beowulf şi cu Lord Randal, fiul meu le-am învăţat încă de pe vremea cînd eram la Whooton. Şi, de fapt, la engleză nu trebuia să fac mai nimic, decît să scriu din cînd în cînd cîte o compunere. Bătrînul nici nu mă asculta. N-asculta niciodată cînd îi vorbeai. ― Eu unul te-am trîntit la istorie fiindcă n-ai ştiut absolut nimic. ― Ştiu, domnule profesor, vă înţeleg. Ce era să faceţi? ― Absolut nimic, repetă el. Tare mă înfurie cînd oamenii repetă de două ori un lucru pe care tu l-ai recunoscut de prima dată. Şi pe urmă a mai spus-o şi a treia oară. ― Dar absolut nimic. Ai deschis cartea măcar o dată, în trimestrul ăsta? Eu mă îndoiesc. Spune drept! ― Păi, ştiţi, am răsfoit-o... de vreo două ori, am spus. Nu voiam să-l jignesc. Îi plăcea istoria la nebunie! ― A, ai răsfoit-o! spuse el foarte ironic. Uite, hm, teza ta e acolo sus pe raft, deasupra teancului de caiete. Ad-o, te rog, încoace. Era o figură urîtă din partea lui. Dar n-am avut încotro, m-am dus şi i-am adus-o. Pe urmă, m-am aşezat din nou pe patul lui de ciment. Mamă, nici nu ştiţi ce rău începuse să-mi pară că venisem să-mi iau rămas bun. Ţinea lucrarea mea de parc-ar fi fost o bucată de rahat sau mai ştiu eu ce. ― Am studiat cu voi egiptenii de la 4 noiembrie la 2 de¬cembrie, îmi zise. Singur ai ales să scrii despre ei la lucrarea facultativă de control. Vrei să auzi ce-ai scris? ― Nu, domnule profesor, nu face, i-am răspuns. Cu toate astea, începu să citească. Nu poţi opri niciodată un profesor să facă un anumit lucru, dacă s-a hotărît să-l facă. Oricum, face tot ce vrea el! Egiptenii sînt o rasă veche de caucazieni care locuiesc într-una din regiunile din nordul Africii. Africa, după cum ştim cu toţii, e cel mai mare continent în emisfera răsăriteană. Şi eu eram obligat să stau şi s-ascult toate tîmpeniile astea! Zău că era urît din partea lui. Pe noi, astăzi, egiptenii ne interesează din mai multe motive. Ştiinţa modernă n-a descoperit nici pînă azi ce substanţe misterioase întrebuinţau cînd îmbălsămau morţii, pentru ca feţele lor să nu putrezească secole la rînd. Această enigmă interesantă continuă să constituie o sfidare pentru ştiinţa modernă a secolului XX. Se opri şi puse jos lucrarea. Începusem să-l urăsc! ― Eseul tău, ca să-i zicem aşa, se opreşte aici, spuse cît se poate de ironic. N-ai crede că un tip atît de bătrîn poate fi atît de ironic şi aşa mai departe. Apoi adăugă: Şi în josul paginii mi-ai scris şi mie cîteva cuvinte. ― Ştiu, ştiu, i-am răspuns precipitat, ca să-l opresc înainte de a-ncepe să citească. Dar parcă mai putea cineva să-l oprească?! Ardea ca un fitil de dinamită. Dragă domnule Spencer (citi el cu glas tare), asta e tot ce ştiu eu despre egipteni. Nu reuşesc să mă intereseze, cu toate că dumneavoastră predaţi foarte frumos. Să ştiţi totuşi că nu mă supăr dacă mă trîntiţi ― că în afară de engleză tot am picat la toate materiile. Cu stimă, al dumnea¬voastră, Holden Caulfield. În sfîrşit, a pus jos lucrarea mea nenorocită şi mi-a arun¬cat o privire de parcă m-ar fi bătut măr la ping-pong sau mai ştiu eu ce. Cît oi trăi nu cred c-am să-l iert c-a citit cu glas tare toate rahaturile alea. Dacă le-ar fi scris el, eu unul nu i le-aş fi citit niciodată. Zău că nu. Şi, de fapt, nu-i scrisesem notiţa aia nenorocită decît ca să nu-i pară prea rău că mă trînteşte. ― Mă condamni că te-am trîntit, băiete? m-a întrebat el. ― Nu, domnule profesor, zău că nu! i-am răspuns eu. Numai de-ar fi încetat naibii să-mi mai zică "băiete"!