E.v. Quotes

The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e I kiss my way across the words. Kissing away the devils. Kissing away the pain.

I have noticed that the people who are late are often so much jollier than the people who have to wait for them.

Like wildflowers; You must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.

h e l l  i s  e m p t y a n d  a l l  t h e  d e v i l s  a r e  h e r e

The World is Very Flat, There is no doubt of that. (Night Thoughts of a tortoise suffering fom insomnia on a lawn)

The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered.

Foreigners are sending messages to the planets. We are sending rice and cereals to our dead fore-father through the Brahmins. It is a wise deed?

The truth is the only thing worth having, and, in a civilized life, like ours, where so many risks are removed, facing it is almost the only courageous thing left to do.

Every one has the right to refute any opinion. But no one has the right to prevent its expression.

Only education, self-respect and rational qualities will uplift the down-trodden.

There is no such thing as magic," she told me. "You can b e l i e v e all you want, but it's never going to do you any good. Nobody flies. We only fall

i don’t need you to write my story. i write it e v e r y  d a y & you couldn’t even translate the fucking punctuation. - she.

Taking her slick palm, he flattened it once more. And then with his free hand, he signed against her skin in slow, precise positions: L.O.V.E.U.4.E.V.E.R

Man treats woman as his own property and not as being capable of feelings, like himself.

I'll have enough books when they fill my room like the stars fill the sky.

The terms `Husband' and `Wife' are inappropriate. They are only companions ad partners. One does not slave for other. They both have equal status.

Till the end of my life, I shall never canvas for a vote. I shall not even expect a word of praise from any quarter.

L I V E or E V I L -- to Live life is to spell forward. To not live life is to spell backwards.

I want to say a word to the Brahmins: In the name of God, religion, sastras you have duped us. We were the ruling people. Stop this life of cheating us from this year. Give room for rationalism and humanism.

Man treats woman as his own property and not as being capable of feelings, like himself. The way man treats women is much worse than the way landlords treat servants and the high-caste treat the low-caste. These treat them so demeaningly only in situations mutually affecting them; but men treat cruelly and as slaves, from their birth till death.

You cannot expect any rational thought from a religious man. He is like a rocking log in water.

It's 2 lines. Font like typewriter inked across the very bottom of his torso. h e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e

E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G—is connected. The soil needs rain, organic matter, air, worms and life in order to do what it needs to do to give and receive life. Each element is an essential component. “Organizing takes humility and selflessness and patience and rhythm while our ultimate goal of liberation will take many expert components. Some of us build and fight for land, healthy bodies, healthy relationships, clean air, water, homes, safety, dignity, and humanizing education. Others of us fight for food and political prisoners and abolition and environmental justice. Our work is intersectional and multifaceted. Nature teaches us that our work has to be nuanced and steadfast. And more than anything, that we need each other—at our highest natural glory—in order to get free.

One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.

In the Kural there is a chapter on invocation to God. But there is no place in it for principle of idol worship.

Many crores of rupees are squandered in this country by way offering gratitude to God and bribing Him to gain greater and greater wealth.

When the purpose of clearly exposing the differences between the Aryan and the Tamil culture, civilization, conduct and creed Thirukkural was written. I am of that firm view.

Our thoughts of literary renaissance should always center themselves on the removal of superstition, meanness, indignity and ignorance.

Wisdom lies in thinking. The spear-head of thinking is rationalism.

People are talking high of Thiruvalluvar. But in practice they do not respect his teachings. They act against him and disregard him.

To discard what is unwanted, and to retain what is needed, is what reform means.

Women in India experience much worse suffering, humiliation and slavery in all spheres than even the untouchables.

Like a wildflower; you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.

The duty and the responsibility of a rationalist is to thoughtfully and promptly carry out his actions, in fraternal affection, without considering country, language, God, religion and caste.

We do not need to explain how the Aryans entered and settled in the Dravidian country, and subjugated and oppressed the Dravidians. Nor do we need to explain how before the Aryans entered the Dravidian country, the Dravidian country had a civilization and arts of the highest rank.

Fly safe, little canary; I’ll miss you.

Whomsoever I love and hate, my principle is the same. That is, the educated, the rich and the administrators should not suck the blood of the poor.

The proper task of social reform is to remove poverty from society and to ensure that people do not sell their conscience to make a living.

By helping the poor, we must be able to remove their poverty. By extending help to one here and one there in the form of providing food will not remove poverty.

I can still hear your voice telling me I was e v e r y t h i n g to you. I wasn't.

Caleb, you fucking savage. I love you!

Ahh, young love.

Poor little fox, all fuzzy and annoyed.

You are no longer required. This woman has someone worthier who will respect her and tear your spine out through your anus should you attempt to contact her again.

People suck.

Let this be known. The same end will come to any who move to harm my mate again. Push me no further, or your whole world will burn!” I roared. “Burn it.

Yes, there’s a problem. I’m not that difficult to live with; you don’t need to throw yourself off the building!

Kyan, this superior being of unspoken age, was rolling around on the sofa like a lunatic.

Fate, you were designed for me. Why would I wish to lose what I so vehemently love?

Oh, you are such a grumpy fox. You shy away from people too much, Kyan. It has made you antisocial and peculiar.

Oh, fuck. I just stabbed the general.

You are very much your father’s child, Ebony.

You foxing liar!

But… I can see inside.” I pointed. “Look, there was a brain in there after all!

Oh god.” The general’s a cuddler! Winner!

Why are you going to the library?” he asked. “There’s these things called books, made of parchment and leather. Yeah, you might like them if they have dead animal hide!

Because you had the misfortune of being born to Killian. I still have no idea how you came out so…normal.

You are his mate for all intents and purposes, and with that comes the responsibility of caring for his…booboos.

You are my only Fate.

Eli smiles at me, easy and open. "You know, you're almost tolerable when you're not acting like an entitled dickbag." “Adorable? You’re fucking kidding, no?

Who would’ve thought the love of my life would be the asshole who ran me down in the hallway a few months ago.

Decide for yourselves as to what you should thing of those who say there is God, that he is the preserver of justice and that he is the protector of all, even after seeing the practice of untouchablity in the form of man being banned from human sight and contact, from walking into the streets, from entering the temples and drawing water from a tank, is rampant in the land, and yet that land is not spared from being razed by an earthquake, burnt by the fiery lava of a volcano, engulfed in a deluge from the ocean, submerged in the chasm of the earth, or fragemented by thunder-storm.

Fuck off, you crazy bastard!” That ‘goddess’ raced along the path and lept over a large rose bush, charging right towards us like a wild boar. “Don’t be such a baby—It was once! Get over it already!

I want the Brahmins to realize that the Dravidian people today are very much hating those who cunningly cheated them with absurdities. They are now aware of the particular community making a living by spreading the foolishness. People have begun to hate god, religion, caste, mythologies (puranas) and so on.

After Harding's death, the taciturn vice president, Calvin Coolidge, moved into the White House. In contrast to his predecessor's political cronyism and outgoing style, Coolidge personified austere rectitude. As vice president "Silent Cal" often sat through official functions without uttering a word. A dinner partner once challenged him by saying, "Mr. Coolidge, I've made a rather sizable bet with my friends that I can get you to speak three words this evening." Responded Coolidge icily, "You lose.

We see morality in speeches and writings. We do not find it in practice. We are having different regulations for the males and the females. Our code of conduct is unfair to women. Child marriage is abolished. If there is right to divorce, right for widows to remarry and if women are now given certain rights, we will not see prostitution in the country. It will gradually disappear.

Why should anyone, in the name of caste, be considered lowly or be made to do a mean job?. If all in the country are given education, can there exist a caste for doing mean work? It is not because of lack of education that those people are constrained to do contemptible work and are considered lowly?

We do not need to explain how the Aryans entered and settled in the Dravidian country (tira¯vit»a na¯» t»u), and subjugated and oppressed the Dravidians. Nor do we need to explain how before the Aryans entered the Dravidian country, the Dravidian country had a civilization and arts of the highest rank.

kanye is a genius

Winning is a matter of endurance. As long as you don't quit, you will win!

Politics does not concern itself who should rule us. It is about what kind of rule people should have.

Religious devotion is for the individual. Character is for all. There is no loss if there is no devotion. Everything is lost if there is no character.

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He who invented God is a fool. He who propagates God is a scoundrel. He who worships God is a barbarian.

There’s no confusion here. I am indeed Killian’s daughter, and with that comes a certain status.

All newborns need to bond with kin, and all here will be waiting their turn to teach the general’s spawn how to piss him off!

Lady Fate, what is your greatest weapon?” Max frowned. “My extensive fucking vocabulary and razor-sharp wit!” I wanted to cry. This was so stupid.

Kyan said it was okay to grieve lost hopes, but doing it alone felt wrong

Caleb, there’s a fluffy rat in the lounge… can I roast it?!” “I believe that is Ms Birch’s companion and not socially acceptable to consume.” “You fucking lunatic!

But it's so nice here.” Dad flew around, dragging his claws over treetops, snatching at their leaves and scattering them like confetti. “You never invite me to drop in.

She maimed me!” He shrieked at his brother. “Aren’t you going to do something?

What the ever-loving fuck is this?

We all must die someday. Without endings, there are no beginnings. We humans need bookends. Just because we don’t understand the plan doesn’t mean there isn’t one.

Shoes made me happy and I certainly deserved happiness.

In my opinion, love at first sight existed with shoes, not with men...

Whenever I would see a photo of Big Ben I would think of Peter Pan. Not necessarily a boy in green tights but someone who would [grab] my heart and my hand as he took me away to his N e v e r l a n d.

Chevaunne. C-h-e-v-a-u-n-n-e, I have to spell it every time, it’s a fucking pain. It’s Irish.” At least the girl could spell, even if it was only her own misspelled name. Kelly Cross was so thick she couldn’t even spell “Siobhan

There’s no such satisfaction quite like seeing the revered and feared Lord Killian blindsided by a three-year-old’s randomly dropped ‘Fuck off, Wanker!’ during an official banquet. It really is true to the adage from the mouths of babes.

A chime of an old clock rang throughout the dark room, melding with the irregular striking notes on the dark oak piano. Sitting beneath a single beam of sunlight stretching through the gap in the heavy curtains, a lone figure leaned their head against the wood.

Even those, who some time ago believed all the stories about God, that is who believed that divine power exists, have now come to be so ashamed of their own belief, hiding their ignorance, they are now struggling hard to prove those stories as scientifically true.

You care about all people, Fate. That is your unique nature.” Caleb stroked my face with his fingertips and sighed. “You even have compassion for a male as murderous as your father, and one must consider there is a little of his instability in that mind of yours, too.

I glanced around the table and found Kyan staring down at the table. I knew for a fact he wasn’t sleeping, not here among such others – he was far too cautious for that. I smiled to myself when I saw the edge of a page as it turned – typical of him to be reading at a banquet that all territories would kill to attend.

I will not subject you to a restraint, in the manner of scriptures and ancient works, by stating that you should trust what I say, that my words are apocalyptic; and that if you do not believe me, you will become atheists and go to hell. If what I say is not agreeable to your instinct, knowledge, experience and inquiry, reject it.

here in the dark, dusty corners of my mind I feel a strange relief. I am always welcome here in my l o n e l i n e s s , in my s a d n e s s in this abyss, there is a rhythm I remember. The steady drop of tears, the temptation to retreat, the shadow of my past the life I choose to forget has not w i l l n e v e r e v e r f o r g e t me

Right, well. Cheryl from downstairs, it’s great to see your ankle is miraculously healed, but I’d like it if, in future, you wouldn’t invite my fiancé into your apartment with designs on getting him naked. He’s all too comfortable discarding his clothes, and I haven’t taught him about stranger danger yet. So if you wouldn’t mind backing the fuck off, I’d appreciate it.

- [ ] “Right, well. Cheryl from downstairs, it’s great to see your ankle is miraculously healed, but I’d like it if, in future, you wouldn’t invite my fiancé into your apartment with designs on getting him naked. He’s all too comfortable discarding his clothes, and I haven’t taught him about stranger danger yet. So if you wouldn’t mind backing the fuck off, I’d appreciate it.

13. Fear Fear can be real or imaginary. Fear makes people do strange things. It primarily comes from a lack of understanding. To live in fear is to live in an emotional prison. Fear paralyses and immobilises people. Fear results in insecurity, lack of confidence and procrastination. Fear destroys our potential and ability. We cannot think straight. Fear ruins relationships and health. Some common fears are:    • Fear of failing    • Fear of the unknown    • Fear of being unprepared    • Fear of making the wrong decision    • Fear of rejection Some fears can be described, others can only be felt. Fear leads to anxiety which in turn leads to irrational thinking and this actually sabotages our ability to solve the problem. The normal response to fear is escape. Escape puts us in a comfort zone and reduces the impact of fear temporarily while the cause remains. Imaginary fears magnify the problem. Fear can get out of hand and destroy happiness and relationships. Think of fear as meaning: F     A     L     S      E E     V     I      D     E     N     C     E A     P     P     E     A     R      I      N      G      R     E     A     L Fear of failure is often worse than failure itself. Failure is not the worst thing that can happen to someone. People who don’t try have failed even before attempting. When infants learn to walk, they keep falling; but to them it is not failing, it is learning. If they became disheartened, they would never walk.

[I libri] Ora questi, ora quelli io interrogo, ed essi mi rispondono, e per me cantano e parlano; e chi mi svela i segreti della natura, chi mi dà ottimi consigli per la vita e per la morte, chi narra le sue e le altrui chiare imprese, richiamandomi alla mente le antiche età. E v'è chi con festose parole allontana da me la tristezza e scherzando riconduce il riso sulle mie labbra; altri m'insegnano a sopportar tutto, a non desiderar nulla, a conoscer me stesso, maestri di pace, di guerra, d'agricoltura, d'eloquenza, di navigazione; essi mi sollevano quando sono abbattuto dalla sventura, mi frenano quando insuperbisco nella felicità, e mi ricordano che tutto ha un fine, che i giorni corron veloci e che la vita fugge. E di tanti doni, piccolo è il premio che mi chiedono: di aver libero accesso alla mia casa e di viver con me, dacché la nemica fortuna ha lasciato loro nel mondo rari rifugi e pochi e pavidi amici

_qt ~~ L,4_-k,,d_e, V q99- You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother's womb ...I am fearfully and wonderfully made. -PSALM 139:13-14 IfI could only have a straight nose, a tummy tuck, blonde hair, larger (or smaller) breasts, or be more like so-and-so, I would be okay as a person. Never have I heard women satisfied with how God made them. "God must have made a mistake when He made me." "I'm certainly the exception to His model creation." "There's so much wrong with me, I'm just paralyzed over who I am." These negative thoughts poison our system. We can't be lifted up when we spend so much time tearing ourselves down. When we are in a negative mode, we can always find verification for what we're looking for. If we concentrate on the negative, we lose sight of all the positive aspects of our lives. We can always justify our damaging assumptions when we overlook the good God has for us. These critical vibes create more negative vibes. Soon we are in a downward spiral. When you concentrate on your imperfections you have a tendency to look at what's wrong and not what's right. Putting yourself down can have some severe personal consequences. Have you ever realized that God made you uniquely different from everyone else? (Even ifyou're a twin you are different.) Yes, it is important to work on improving your imperfections-but don't dwell on them so much that you forget who you are in the sight of God. The more positive you are toward yourself the more you will grow into the person God had in mind for you when you were created. Go easy on yourself. None of us will ever be perfect. The only way we will improve our self-image is by being positive and acknowledging that we are God's creation. Negativity tears down; positivity builds up. PRAYER Father God, You knew me while I was in my mother's womb. I hunger to be the woman You created me to be. Help me become all that You had in mind when You

A i Burazer je umro. Kad kažem da je i on umro prosto me dođe sramota, pa i po tome vidim da je smrt bestidna. On grijeha nije imao, a hoće li gore odgovarati zato što je rakiju pio, to ne znam. Bogu, doduše, u početku nije ni na kraj pameti bilo da brani pit, ali kad je nakon šestotina godina uvidio da ljudi kvare rakiju, a rakija ljude, onda je moro. A da Burazer grijeha nije imao sudim po tome što je poštovao »nimet«. A evo kako. Pošao on jedared sa svojim pajdašima na akšamluk. Za one koji ne znaju šta je to akšamluk, a izgleda da to više niko ne zna, moram reći da je to: k a d s u n c e z a đ e k r a j k a k v e v o ­ d e u šu t n j i p i j e n j e r a k i j e u z m e z u. Može se koja i prozboriti, ali samo da bi se šutnja održala.. Svi su, određenu sumu dali »u paj«, ali Burazer nije imao sitnih, pa je ponudio đinar-dva više, što njegovi jarani odlučno odbiše. »Idi«, vele, »vrati se u čaršiju, razmijeni, pa donesi.« A bili su već preko mosta. Burazer se vrati, usitni i jedva ih stigne. To mu je već bilo načelo ćejf. Kupe rakiju, svakom polovka i jedno tridesetoro jaja. »Kako ćemo jaja?«—pitaju. »Sve u čimbur!« — odgovaraju. »Zašto sve u čimbur?«, pita Burazer, »zar nije bolje nešto skuhati?«...»Jok«, odgovaraju, »sve u čimbur.« Uzmu tepsiju, zapale vatru, ubiju tridesetoro jaja, pa onda odu još granja da sakupe, a Burazera ostave da pazi na čimbur. Krivo Burazeru što je moro u čaršiju da sitni novce, a ni oko jaja ga nisu poslušali, pa skine gaće i posere se po sred onog čimbura...»Izašlo«, tvrdio je poslije, »zdravo govno, mogli su ga okružiti, pa ono oko njega baciti, a ostalo pojesti...«Kada su se jarani pomolili i vidjeli šta je bilo s čimburom svima je ono granje poispadalo iz ruku. Uzeli su tepsiju i bacili je u potok. Burazeru su odmah odijelili njegovu polovku i taj dan sa njim nisu pili. — Da si ti kakav čovjek — govorili su — ne bi u nimet nuždu vršio! A Burazer je tvrdio: — Jaje nije nimet, jer je iz kokošije guzice izašlo...