Dw Quotes

Dw i'n dy garu di am byth," he said. "I love you. Always.

It is a joy to be hidden, and disaster not to be found.

You want this?" His voice was hoarse. "Yes," she said. "Do you?" His finger traced the outline of her mouth. "For this I would have been damned forever. For this I would have given up everything." She felt the burn behind her eyes, the pressure of tears, and blinked wet eyelashes. "Will ..." "Dw i'n dy garu di am byth," he said. "I love you. Always." And he moved to cover her body with his own.

I foresee no possibility of venturing into themes showing a closer view of reality for a long time to come. The public itself will not have it. What it wants is a gun and a girl.

We are poor indeed if we are only sane.

Never trust a hug. It’s just a way to hide your face.

From DW: I got it. “Here's the thing,” I said. "I'm not going to be the government's bitch.

The child is alone only in the presence of someone.

Fear of breakdown is the fear of a breakdown that has already been experienced

It is joy to be hidden but disaster not to be found.

Nevertheless, with reference to the natural process of childbirth one thing can seldom be forgotten, the fact that the human infant has an absurdly big head.

The alternative to being is reacting, and reacting interrupts being and annihilates.

It is a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found

It is not possible to be original except on a basis of tradition.

What is good is always being destroyed

I once said: 'there is no such thing as an infant' meaning, of course, that wherever one finds an infant one finds maternal care, and without maternal care there would be no infant.

Now I want to say: 'After being - doing and being done to. But first, being.

Poets, philosophers and seers have always concerned themselves with the idea of a true self, and the betrayal of the self has been a typical example of the unacceptable.

You ever hear that old joke about the guy who jumped off the Empire State Building?" D.W. asked her. "Yeah. All the way down, you could hear him say, ‘So far, so good. So far, so good. So far, so good.’ That is George’s life story in a nutshell.

dw i'm a cool aunt, we can talk abt sexy men.

When William came to Kyle's aid, he told them that there's nothing wrong with being gay, and that his Uncle Jerry is gay, and that the boys should just-" Lenore smiled a little. "uh... 'cowboy up'.

After all, Ignatius of Loyola, a soldier who had killed and whored and made a thorough mess of his soul, said you could judge prayer worthwhile simply if you could act more decently, think more clearly afterward. As D.W. once told him, “Son, sometimes it’s enough just to act less like a shithead.

...there is for many a poverty of play and cultural life because, although the person had a place for erudition, there was a relative failure on the part of those who constitute the child's world of persons to introduce cultural elements at the appropriate phases of the person's personality development.

Annwyl: dear Iesu Mawr: great Jesus Hwyl fawr am nawr: good-bye for now Diolch i Dduw: Thank God Dw i’n dy garu di: I love you Owain Glyndŵr: a Welsh ruler, a figure of Welsh nationalism, and the last native Welshman to hold the title Prince of Wales. He lived from 1349–1416 Eistedfodd: a festival of Welsh literature, music, dancing, and acting

The life of a healthy individual is characterized by fears, conflicting feelings, doubts, frustrations, as much as by the positive features. The main thing is that the man or woman feels he or she is living his or her own life, taking responsibility for action or inaction, and able to take credit for success and blame for failure. In one language it can be said that the individual has emerged from dependence to independence, or to autonomy.

Did I imagine all this? People are shooting at me! My job blew up, and I just watched myself exit my own room! This has been one day I will never forget!

poetry is the tombstone of experience, nothing i write is my own

She hurts easily, cries readily, but loves deeply.

Give me thirty minutes in a hostel, hotel or hospital and I can walk out with a novel idea.

No one likes to admit it, but Hollywood is the only place you don’t get locked up for being crazy.

Though you work like mad to keep parts of you undiscovered, it is horrible to imagine that you will be completely successful. As the psychologist D.W. Winnicott wrote, "It is a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found.

In schizoid illness, object-relating goes wrong; the patient relates to a subjective world or fails to relate to any object outside the self. Omnipotence is asserted by means of delusions. The patient is withdrawn, out of contact, bemused, isolated, unreal, deaf, inaccessible, invulnerable, and so on. In health a great deal of life has to do with various kinds of object-relating, and with a ‘to-and-fro’ process between relating to external objects and relating to internal ones. In full fruition this is a matter of interpersonal relationships, but the residues of creative relating are not lost, and this makes every aspect of object-relating exciting.

THE ANTINAUSEA PATCHES did not entirely eliminate space sickness, they did seem to limit its duration. Both Anne and Emilio were fine by the time D.W. called out, some twelve hours after liftoff, “Thar she blows!” Floating cautiously toward the cockpit windows, they caught their first glimpse of the asteroid.

You know what they say about sympathy...it's in the dictionary between shit and syphilis.

Think of this as the highest paying job you never applied for.

Never fall asleep in The Chamber.

I must break my wife’s heart.” I open the door and enter my home for the last time.

You promised me you would never lie to me again, but all you know how to do is hide the truth.

When his warmth leaves my body, and I am left only with my dried tears and clamorous thoughts, I look up at where he once stood to see a single saffron flower left behind.

I pinky promise you I will always want you in any capacity that I can have you, from today until my last breath.

I don’t care about Monopoly, I care about you… learning the alphabet.

They didn’t realize that if you take away the possibility of pain, and suffering, failure…you also take away the possibility of happiness, success, and joy." -The Old Man: DOMINATUS

Psychotherapy takes place at the overlap of two areas of playing: that of the patient and that of the therapist. Psychotherapy has to do with two people playing together. The corollary of this is that where playing is not possible then the work done by the therapist is directed towards bringing the patient from a state of not being able to play into a state of being able to play.

For at the beginning of the twentieth century, the nation had been struggling to find its way. Terror had raged, a second civil war had threatened to split the nation into new feuding armies, and the inequities of industrial life had brutalized too many lives. Three men who were caught up in those traumatic times, shaped by them, found with their talents, energy, and ideals a way out of it, both for themselves and for the nation. Darrow, Billy, D.W. were all flawed - egotists, temperamental, and too often morally complacent. But as their careers and lives intersected in Los Angeles at the tail end of the first decade of the twentieth century, each in his own way helped to move America into the modern world. They were individuals willing to fight for their beliefs; and the legacy of their battles, their cultural and political brawls, remains part of our national consciousness.

Anne shrieked with laughter, but George yelled, “I don’t suppose we could get a little gravity around here?” and D.W. hollered back, "Nope. All we got is levity.” And thus began the first morning of the Jesuit mission to Rakhat. [148]

Maybe God is only the most powerful poetic idea we humans’re capable of thinkin’,” he said one night, after a few drinks. “Maybe God has no reality outside our minds and exists only in the paradox of Perfect Compassion and Perfect Justice. Or maybe,” he suggested, slouching back in his chair and favoring her with a lopsided, wily grin, “maybe God is exactly as advertised in the Torah. Maybe, along with all its other truths and beauties, Judaism preserves for each generation of us the reality of the God of Abraham, of Isaac, of Jacob, of Moses—the God of Jesus.” A cranky, uncanny God, D.W. called Him. “A God with quirky, unfathomable rules, a God who gets fed up with us and pissed off! But quick to forgive, Sofia, and generous,

There is so much melancholy involved with remembering, isn’t there? We have this ability to recall the things we once loved above all else, but lack the ability to actually relive those moments. It’s like the cruelest of mirages. We see it as it was, but know it shall never be again. It makes one wish to never have remembered it at all.

Now we Democrats, well, we’re all for higher taxes, right?  But man do we hate to pay those taxes, and most of the politicians I worked for took advantage of every tax loophole they could find, and if they couldn’t find it, they’d just legislate one out of thin air.  That’s the D.C. way. Tax policy is a means to buy votes, but at the end of the day, we all share in a mutual disdain for government.  It’s

In the year 2024 the most important single thing which the cinema will have helped in a large way to accomplish will be that of eliminating from the face of the civilised world all armed conflict. Pictures will be the most powerful factor in bringing about this condition. With the use of the universal language of moving pictures the true meaning of the brotherhood of man will have been established throughout the earth.

Look,” cried Buster. “Arthur just went into the witch’s house!” “She’ll probably put Arthur and D.W. into her oven, just like Hansel and Gretel,” said Sue Ellen. “Maybe she’s using them for weird scientific experiments,” said the Brain. “I bet she locked them in the cellar to starve,” said Buster. “Maybe we should follow him,” said Francine. “Maybe we should call the police,” said Muffy. Everyone was too scared to move.

DW: Some critics have written that they don’t admire your so-called simple style. You have contended that your writing is a result of much rewriting and much revision and is deliberate. CP: The style is simplicity for the sake of complexity. Whoever feels that it is a “simple style” has to look into it and find the right way. Of course the style has become over the years much more complex and much more simple. Two fundamental things about the novel continue to intrigue me and I think this is our gift to ourselves as far as this form is concerned. One is the handling of character, people. No other form can handle people in significant depth over long periods of time. No other form can move back and forth, in and out, nothing can move the way the novel can in terms of the dimension of time. People and time are what I think the novel is really all about and I think they are limitless.

In health, then, children develop enough belief in themselves and in other people to hate external controls of all kinds, controls have changed over into self-control. In self-control the conflict has been worked through within the person in advance. So I see it this way: good condi- tions in the early stages lead to a sense of security, and a sense of security leads on to seIf-control, and when selfcontrol is a fact, then security that is imposed is an insult (36).

Relating to objects can be looked at in the same way as psychosomatic coexistence and the wider issue of integration. Object-relating is something that the maturational process drives the baby to achieve, but cannot happen securely unless the world is presented to the baby well enough. The adapting mother presents the world in such a way that the baby starts with a ration of the experience of omnipotence, this being the proper foundation for his or her later coming to terms with the Reality Principle.

There is one fierceness of Jews that I like a whole lot", the Texan told her one night, during a discussion of the Virginal intercessions and saintly go-betweens, of the baroque hierarchy of priests and monsignors and bishops and archbishops and cardinals and pope that lay between God and the Catholic soul, which Sofia found pointless and mystifying. "Most people, no, they don't like to go straight to the top, not really. They need to sidle up to a proposition, come at the thing a little off-center. They feel better with a chain of command," D.W. said, an old Marine squadron commander whose years in the Jesuit order had done nothing to diminish his tendency to think in military terms. "Got a problem, you ask the sergeant. Sergeant might go to a captain he knows. Most folks would have a hell of a time getting up the nerve to bang on the general's office door, even if he was the nicest fella in the world. Catholicism makes allowances for that in human beings." ..."But the children of Abraham? They look God straight in the face. Praise, Argue! Dicker, complain. Takes a lot of guts to deal with the Almighty like that.

Honestly,” Gray Man continued, “why would these people engage in these ritual activities if those activities didn’t work? They were doing stuff that other people don’t do and in fact wouldn’t dare do. They engaged in these activities because they most likely worked for them. What’s the alternative? That somehow they were irrational, delusional people, while at the same time being some of the best problem solvers on the planet, requiring a high degree of critical thinking, an excellent understanding of math, and a very good working knowledge of other various fields of science to solve the problems they were working on?

When it came time to go trick-or-treating Buster knew which houses to skip. “Don’t go there,” he said. “They only give apples.” “Gross,” said Francine. “And don’t go to the big house on the corner,” said Buster. “That’s the witch’s house.” “My brother saw someone go in there last Halloween and he never came out.” Arthur tried not to look afraid. Arthur and his sister had trouble keeping up with the others. First D.W. got her tail caught. Then her bag broke. “You’re such a pain in the neck,” said Arthur. “D.W. must be short for Dim Wit.” But D.W. didn’t answer. Arthur turned around just in time to see her disappear into the witch’s house.

(On D.W Griffith's The Birth of a Nation) This was the one time in movie history that a man of great ability worked freely, in an unspoiled medium, for an unspoiled audience, on a majestic theme which involved all that he was; and brought to it, besides his abilities as an inventor and artist, absolute passion, pity, courage, and honesty. “The Birth of a Nation” is equal with Brady’s photographs, Lincoln’s speeches, Whitman’s war poems; for all its imperfections and absurdities it is equal, in fact, to the best work that has been done in this country. And among moving pictures it is alone, not necessarily as “the greatest” — whatever that means — but as the one great epic, tragic film.

Arthur finished his doughnut as Mrs. Tibble opened the door and turned on the porch light. She gave Arthur and D.W. a big hug. “See you Saturday to rake leaves,” said Arthur. “You’re still alive!” said Francine. “I can’t believe you went in there alone,” said the Brain. “You’re so brave,” said Sue Ellen. “What’s in the bag?” asked Buster. “Probably eyeballs, hearts and brains!” said Francine. “It’s easy to find out,” said Arthur. “Just close your eyes and reach in unless you’re too scared.” “We’ve been to every house now. Can we take the shortcut home through the cemetery?” asked D.W. “The cemetery! On Halloween! Are you guys crazy?” asked Francine. “Follow me,” said Arthur as he marched ahead. “The cemetery is a great place. People are just dying to get in.

I've always thought the prettiest smiles are the ones that show the most teeth.

My hands are too rough to stroke egos.

18890 kilometers I travelled one year. One year without boundaries. One year opened like a white canvas. I walked into the desert of life, picked a direction and went.

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LOS ARCO IRIS DE LA NOCHE En esta aventura del alma y el espíritu he visto a grandes hombres dejar al alcohol, a su familia, a la música, a la meditación y la compañía de los santos vivos Pero no pudieron nunca dejar atrás Al café de las altas horas de la noche Ni a sus gatos amarillos Ellos solo caben en los niños Y en los arco iris de la noche Como pueden tener elección? DW

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I would tell her that I would rather be a great man of few words, than simply another man of too many.

Few things are as attractive or profitable as human tragedy.

Integrity is often breached by sinister objective. Those who impose negativity on others only bring sadness to themselves.

Teen: The moon is my mother! My son: So tiny is your mother? DW

My editor once told me semi-colons were like fine champagne, to be served sparingly. She's obviously never seen me with a bottle of Brut.

Deliverance from sin is not deliverance from human nature. There are things in our human nature that must be destroyed by neglect; there are other things that must be destroyed by active attack, that is by the Divine strength imparted by God's spirit. - Oswald Chambers

Words that I never told you Only those who have been slaves know that in the incense smoke there are tigers. Only the one who has cleaned himself is free to forget them. That is your greatness. A fierce smoke thread. DW

(On D.W Griffith's the birth of a nation - 1915) He achieved what no other known man has ever achieved. To watch his work is like being witness to the beginning of melody, or the first conscious use of the lever or the wheel; the emergence, coordination, and first eloquence of language; the birth of an art: and to realize that this is all the work of one man. We will never realize how good he really was until we have the chance to see his work as often as it deserves to be seen, to examine and enjoy it in detail as exact as his achievement.

(On D.W Griffith's The Birth of a Nation) he was a great primitive poet, a man capable, as only great and primitive artists can be, of intuitively perceiving and perfecting the tremendous magical images that underlie the memory and imagination of entire peoples. If he had achieved this only once, and only for me, I could not feel that he was what I believe he is; but he created many such images, and I suspect that many people besides me have recognized them, on that deepest level that art can draw on, reach, and serve.

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Read it, ya slack eared, short tusk mongrel." - Grormoth Wraithmane

Do you think that was the reason he came here, to just get a copy of Dante’s Inferno?” Suze shook her head after taking another sip of coffee. “No, not at all. I know why he came here. It wasn’t to buy a book. It was to experience a place he knew his wife loved to visit. He wanted to see the world through her eyes so as not to forget her. He’s trying to keep her memory alive because if he fails to do that, he will have lost her twice.

In tragedy, the world never disappoints you,

It wasn’t just the quiet solitude of the four thousand square foot space that appealed to her, but the smell of the newspapers, magazines, and various other publications that were housed within massive and carefully organized rolling shelves by date and title. It was the aged paper scent of once-living and breathing moments that were, through the cruelty that is the passage of time, demoted to mere remnants of history that she found so fascinating to look over and study.

Men are good for little, and little good for anyone but themselves, but Phillip is better than most.

I know that,” Shawna spat. “I'm not some spoiled brat.

Strong drink and regret go hand-in-hand.

A once-great filmmaker has taken on a new avatar less heroic than Parzival. It is the avatar of a pandering crowd-pleaser. Spielberg, the D. W. Griffith of the sound era—who ironically, when the politically correct putsch began in 1999, turned his back on Griffith by failing to speak up as the Directors Guild of America stripped Griffith’s name and legacy from its awards—now celebrates Hollywood’s most craven tendencies. The crowd-pleaser has outdone himself.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

Even if their passion is a poison, it's one they both knowingly drink.

Noretta

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. —Lord Byron

No one gives a shit about dandelions. If they’re lucky, they are a sore sight to the eyes from the beginning. They are immediately uprooted or trampled, doused in poison, and left to shrivel into their quick death. Then there are the unfortunate flowers that somehow fucking survive, just to become little puffballs ripped from their roots, used to blow for someone’s personal entertainment, and what’s left is tossed aside, zero fucks given.

Dissociative and adjustment disorder is a bitch, but she’s my bitch, best friends forever. Functioning depression is my bestie’s little sister that I can’t get rid of, so I have no choice but to let her stay. Sometimes she behaves but most of the time, she’s just a pain in the ass.

The devil asked me how I knew my way around the halls of hell. I told him I did not need a map for the darkness I know so well.” - t.m.t.

Witnesses and researchers often report the strange feeling that once you become aware that there is a phenomenon, it becomes aware of you. They report that the first sighting is just that—a first—and then others follow. The uncanny feeling that the objects are aware, or watching those who are watching them, is common.

I mutely plead with him to say the correct answer, the one that he and I both know as truth but have been too cowardice to admit.

I follow his silent request, and I lower myself onto the plush seat.

The fiery one who denied the king of time will lose her spine.

For the first time in my life,

I see four of Artemis’s loyal huntresses.

there are seven days of the week. I can’t remember the names of all of them,

The tip of my sword points at Sika’s head, mere inches away from the tip of her flattened nose.

I will not cry. I will not cower in the corner of my cell

No matter what, please don’t add me to the list of gods you hate. I don’t think my heart could handle it.” I mull over his words, then extend my pinky. “I promise,” I say.

Suddenly, every secret behind Hermes’s words bled through.