Dominic Cummings Quotes

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people often win for reasons they never understand or even despite their own efforts.
Dominic Cummings
You already made your point,” I say with a mouthful of fruit. “Did I?” “Oh, for the love of dick, yes. Now leave me alone.” “Never. If you want, I’ll fuck you now.” The gall. I wouldn’t fuck him now if my clit was on fire and needed to be doused with nub-saving cum. I roll my eyes at him. “No thanks, we have a lifetime of fucking ahead of us,” I say mockingly. He shrugs and starts to walk away as if it makes no difference to him one way or the other. He’s such a jackass sometimes. Before I can stop myself I throw my half-eaten banana at him and it hits him on the back of his neck. He spins around, wipes his neck and looks down at the banana on the floor. “Did you really just fruitally assault me?” He thinks he’s so damned funny with his wordplay.
Ella Dominguez (The Art of Domination (The Art of D/s, #2))
Nu ai voie să lași frica să te domine, dacă ceva nu merge cum trebuie. Nu e loc de panică în toiul luptei.
Kevin Dutton (Extreme Persuasion)
Oh, how I wish I could see her suffocate in this position. Let her breathe her last breath. Watch the light fade from her eyes. Cum inside of her and have no remorse at all. Shit, I’m a dirty fucking bastard, but I love it!
Adam Reese (Deadly Dominance (Triple D Book 1))
Oamenii cer multă blândețe, cer dragoste, cer sacrificii, fără a oferi nimic în schimb, ca și cum ar merita totul. Dar nu este corect, pentru că, cu cât mai mult vrei, cu atât mai mult trebuie să oferi. Oamenii care nu înțeleg asta, care nu știu să răspundă la toate darurile [...], degeaba ocupă pământul acesta frumos. [...] Acestora pământul n-ar trebui să le ofere nimic. Ei fac totală abstracție de răscruci și de locuri magice și vor mereu să domine.
Liliana Corobca (Kinderland)
For the life of us all—whether we be star or starfish—is made of four ingredients, ingredients that can be found in the recipe to Alice’s hot-milk cake. Those ingredients are earth, fire, air, and water. But as Theo walked down the snowy vein of Cockle Cove Road and into the arctic air that surrounded the sea, he sensed that fifth element, which poets and religions and pregnant women and jazz musicians point to—that fifth element of spirit. He sensed that fifth ingredient with the cat. Surely, she is knowing. Surely, she has a soul. As the snowflakes dropped onto his pea coat, Theo thought that this was not only the snow descending upon the mantel of his coat, but the sacred ephemerals that he, like Ahanu and Reverend Cummings, believed ran through all living things. It was the fifth element of which the great masters—Moses, Socrates, Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed, and Big Thunder—spoke. The Sacral Spirit. We were put on this magical planet, not to dominate and consume her, but to care for her and love her. To harrow gently. To harvest gratefully. To build reasonably.
David Paul Kirkpatrick (the dog)
Ciuma-A.Camus "Puteai sa vezi in toiul noptii, de-a lungul cornisei,convoaie stranii de tramvaie fara calatori, hurducandu-se deasupra marii. Locuitorii au sfarsit prin a afla despre ce e vorba, si in ciuda patrulelor, grupuri de oameni reuseau destul de de sa se strecoare pe stancile care se inaltau deasupra marii si sa arunce flori la trecerea tramvaielor. Si se auzeau atunci vehicule zdranganind in noaptea de vara, cu incarcatura lor de flori si morti." "Exista in oameni mai multe lucruri de admirat decat de dispretuit." "Ciuma le rapise tuturor puterea iubirii si chiar a prieteniei. Caci iubirea cere putin viitor, iar pentru noi nu mai exsitau decat clipe." "Pentru intaia oara simteau cat de dificil e sa-ti imaginezi precis faptele si gesturile celui care lipseste. Deplangeau atunci faptul ca n-aveau habar despre felul cum isi petercea celalalt timpul; se invinuiau de usurinta cu care neglijasera sa se informeze despre aceasta si se prefacusera a crede ca,pentru o fiinta care iubeste, ocupatia celui iubit nu este izvorul tuturor bucuriilor.Le era usor, incepand cu aceasta clipa, sa se reintoarca la dragostea lor i sa-i cerceteze imperfectiunile" "Cu toti se intampla la fel: te insori,iubirea mai dureaza putin, muncesti. Muncesti atat de mult incat uiti sa mai iubesti." "Pentru a lupta impotriva abtractiei trebuie sa-i semeni putin." "Dar porcaria asta de boala!Chiar i cei care n-o au o poarta in inima." "Raul care este in lume vine aproape intotdeuna din ignoranta, si bunele intentii, daca nu sunt luminate de constiita, pot sa faca tot atatea stricaciuni ca si rautatea." "Nu mai existau atunci destine individuale, ci o istorie colectiva, care era ciuma, si sentimente unice, impartasite de toti. Cel mai dominant dintre ele era cel al despartirii si al exilului, cu tot ceea ce comporta el ca frica si revolta." "Persoanele intoarse din carantina, care, inebunite de doliu si nenorocire, isi dadeau foc caselor in iluzia ca faceau astfel sa arda ciuma din ele." "A fost nevoie de marele duet al lui Orfeu si al Euridicei din actul al treilea pentru ca o anume surpriza sa strabata sala.Cantaretul si-a ales un moment sa inainteze spre rampa intr-un fel grotesc, cu bratele si picioarele departate, in costumul sau antic, si sa se prabuseasca in mijlocul decorului pastoresc care nu incetase niciodata sa fie anacronic. Stateau in fata a ceea ce era viata lor de atunci: ciuma pe scena, sub infatisarea unui actor dezarticulat si, in sala tot luxul devenit inutil, sub forma de evantaie uitate si de dantele atarnand pe roul fotoliilor." "Chiar atunci cand vremea ciumei trecuse, ei continuau sa traiasca conform normelor ei." "O scanteie de viata si o imagine de moarte, aceasta era cunoasterea." "Mame, soti, indragostiti care pierduera orice bucurie odata cu fiinta acum ratacita intr-o groapa anonima sau topita intr-o gramada de cenusa, pentru toti acestia ciuma isi continua existenta.
Albert Camus
Gloria in Excelsis Gloria in excelsis Deo, et in terra pax hominibus bonæ voluntatis. Laudamus te, benedicimus te, adoramus te, glorificamus te, gratias agimus tibi propter magnam gloriam tuam, Domine Deus, Rex cælestis, Deus Pater omnipotens. Domine Fili unigenite, Iesu Christe, Domine Deus, Agnus Dei, Filius Patris, qui tollis peccata mundi miserere nobis; qui tollis peccata mundi, suscipe deprecationem nostram. Qui sedes ad dexteram Patris, miserere nobis. Quoniam tu solus Sanctus, tu solus Dominus, tu solus Altissimus, Iesu Christe, cum Sancto Spiritu in gloria Dei Patris. Amen.
Louis Pizzuti (Pray it in Latin)
It didn't matter that they I didn’t know who was doing this to me, it didn't matter that my hands were tied and I had a bag over my head, I was going to cum for them.
Mommy Claire (Mommy Claire Chronicles - Volume II: Erotic Tales of Female Domination, Adult Baby Diaper Love and Age Play)
In the next two weeks, I was fucked so thoroughly, I couldn’t walk without the echo of his cock between my legs. My body was sore to the bone, skin burst with bruises, and muscles burned from the constant stretch and pull of my limbs worked into wicked positions. I learned the difference between the wide spread heat of a flogging, the mounting burn of a paddling, and the excruciating, venomous bite of a whip. In fact, he used me so completely each day that there wasn’t a single moment I was free from the reminder of sex. I wore it on my body and housed it in my mind. A moan of want or protest seemed lodged in my throat like a lozenge that wouldn’t pass. Every morning, I woke up wet and stayed that way as I bathed Alexander and dressed him for work. He used me in the shower, always, soothing me with his cock and almost cooing to me as he fucked me, promising to bring me relief with his cum and his special brand of agony. He used me all around the house, everywhere but those rare locked doors and his own bedroom. He liked to fuck me in the greenhouse most. I think it made him feel like he was cornering, caging, and conquering a wild animal. I made sure to mark him with scratches and bite marks to add to the allusion. And every night, he used me in my room, pulling out his black bag of devious toys and using them on me the way Dr. Frankenstein might have experimented on his monster. I became one—a monster, that is. One that lived on debauched displays of submission and constantly yearned for domination.
Giana Darling (Enthralled (The Enslaved Duet #1))
EASE ENDOWMENT What is the status quo and what aspects make it attractive? Are there hidden costs of sticking with it that people might not realize? Like financial advisor Gloria Barrett, how can you surface the costs of inaction? Like Cortés, or Sam Michaels in IT, how can you burn the ships to make it clear that going back isn’t a feasible option? Like Dominic Cummings and Brexit, can you frame new things as regaining a loss?
Jonah Berger (The Catalyst: How to Change Anyone's Mind)
Many contemporary attacks on scientific expertise share certain elements of Hobbes’s suspicion of the Royal Society. The sense that experts are a privileged “elite” who then instruct the rest of us what to believe is prevalent in many reactionary and populist movements such as the Tea Party and the alt-right. Dominic Cummings, campaign director of Vote Leave which campaigned for Britain to leave the European Union, is routinely dismissive of “cargo-cult science,” a charge that compares established scientific circles to religious cults, impervious to the critiques of outsiders. Climate-change denialism depends on the idea that climate scientists are an inward-looking community, who only seek evidence that reinforces what they’ve already declared true. And yet when climate scientists don’t offer consensus, they are attacked on the opposite grounds, that their facts are fraught with politics and nothing is agreed. These attacks cast doubt on the ability of scientists to separate their opinions and tastes from their observations, and treat disciplines merely as private clubs.
William Davies (Nervous States: Democracy and the Decline of Reason)