Eda Quotes

When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not properly value the only companion we will have from birth to death - ourselves.

But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no, not from others but from them, their bloody strife. We sing to you, dark gods beneath the earth.

When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not properly value the only companion we will have from birth to death—ourselves. —EDA LESHAN

A new baby is like the beginning of all things wonder hope a dream of possibilities.

Welcome to Crystal Palace,” Ray said. “That’s the EDA’s code name for this place.” “Why?” I asked. He shook his head. “Because it’s easier to say than ‘Earth Defense Alliance Strategic Command Post Number Fourteen,’ ” he said. “Sounds cooler, too.

Sweet Eda. Fitz, he has your face. Right down to the break in your nose.” Amber cleared her throat. She spoke breathlessly into our shocked silence. “Fitz. Please. I can explain everything.

There's warm skin. A strong body that embraces you. Breaths that escape his gasping mouth. But... we're calling out another's name in our hearts. With our eyes closed, that person's image surfaces in our minds. It was a sweet, gentle, yet cruel night.

When you reached the point of losing your reasoning, that's called falling in love. Actually, those who have lost their reasoning chase blindly without thinking about the risks. They run and run like confused wild pigs. That's why, most of the time, they end up getting hurt. -- Sagan

Hayat beni sıkıyor..." dedi. "Her şey beni sıkıyor. Mektep, profesörler, dersler, arkadaşlar... Hele kızlar... Hepsi beni sıkıyor... Hem de kusturacak kadar..." Bir müddet durdu. Eliyle gözlüğünü oynattı ve devam etti: "Hiçbir şey istemiyorum. Hiçbir şey bana cazip görünmüyor. Günden güne miskinleştiğimi hissediyorum ve bundan memnunum. Belki bir müddet sonra can sıkıntısı bile hissedemeyecek kadar büyük bir gevşekliğe düşeceğim. İnsanlar bir şey yapmalı, öyle bir şey ki... Yoksa hiçbir şey yapmamalı. Düşünüyorum: Eliminizden ne yapmak gelir? Hiç!... Milyonlarca senelik dünyada en eski şey yirmi bin yaşında. Bu bile biraz palavralı bir rakam. Gecen gün bizim felsefe hocasıyla konuşuyordum. Lafı gayet ciddi tarafından açtım ve 'hikmeti vücudumuz'u araştırmaya çalıştım. Dünyaya ne halt etmeye geldiğimiz sualine o da cevap veremedi. Yaratmak zevkinden, hayatin bizatihi bir hikmet olduğu hakikatinden dem vurdu, fakat çürük. Ne yaratacaksın? Yaratmak yoktan var etmektir. En akillimizin kafası bile bizden evvelkilerin depo ettiği bir suru bilgi ve tecrübenin ambarı olmaktan ileri geçemez. Yaratmak istediğimiz şey de bu mevcut malları seklini değiştirerek piyasaya sürmekten ibaret. Bu gülünç is bir insani nasıl tatmin eder bilmiyorum. Bizde ziyasını beş bin senede gönderen yıldızlar varken, en kabadayısı elli sene sonra kütüphanelerde çürüyecek ve nihayet beş yüz sene sonra adi unutulacak eserler yazarak ebedi olmaya çalışmak yahut üç bin sene sonra kolsuz bacaksız, bir müzede teshir edilsin diye ömrünü çamur yoğurmak ve mermere kalem savurmakla geçirmek bana pek akilli isi gibi gelmiyor." Sesine mühim bir eda vererek ağır ağır mırıldandı: "Bana öyle geliyor ki, hakikaten yapabileceğimiz bir tek is vardır, o da ölmek. Bak, bunu yapabiliriz ve ancak bu takdirde irademizi tam bir şey yapmakla kullanmış oluruz. Ben ne diye bu isi yapmıyorum diyeceksin! Demin söyledim ya, müthiş bir gevşeklik içindeyim. Üşeniyorum. Atalet kanunu icabı sürüklenip gidiyorum. Eeeeh.

Some people just live out their whole lives with some sort of ache in their heart they never resolve.

Arbogast had then assembled a dream team of creative consultants and contractors to help make his bold claim a reality, luring some of the videogame industry’s brightest stars away from their own companies and projects, with the sole promise of collaborating on his groundbreaking new MMOs. That was how gaming legends like Chris Roberts, Richard Garriott, Hidetaka Miyazaki, Gabe Newell, and Shigeru Miyamoto had all wound up as consultants on both Terra Firma and Armada—along with several big Hollywood filmmakers, including James Cameron, who had contributed to the EDA’s realistic ship and mech designs, and Peter Jackson, whose Weta Workshop had rendered all of the in-game cinematics.

Humans are often more stupid than they realize. Because of our weaknesses are so easily exploited. Just like a child's clumsy fingers messing up the buttons on a shirt. It's easy to mock someone who buttoned his shirt wrongly. It's easy to mock someone who had buttoned wrongly yet remains oblivious to it. But there are also people who completely fail to realize that they buttoned them all wrongly. Just a moment's error, a wrong choice, traps us on the road of no return. But who can reprimand them for that? Why can't humans be lonely? Why can't we yearn for those right by our side? On such a cold lonely night, who can stand to bear it alone? Imagine the fright when we realize the severity of our mistakes. Whoever said love was a happy affair?

I've finally touched it. This pair of hands, this pair of lips, this warmth. What I once thought couldn't be love. By the time we realized it was love, we were too late. We once thought of giving up. We tried deceiving ourselves only to realize it's just him. No one else but him. No one else but him will do.

the EDA decided to construct a secret defense base here on the far side of the moon,

Apparently, as long as I continue to feed my children, there’s nothing wrong with me. A functional mom is one who can change a diaper and remember bedtimes. I’m not falling apart, so I’m fine.

and a sleeveless top studded with sapphires. The top was cropped short to show off her midriff, brown skin gleaming with sandalwood oil. Her black hair was pinned elaborately on top of her head and woven through with strands of gold. Her lashes were lined with kohl, her eyelids dusted with shimmering gold powder. Her beauty was unmistakable, untouchable—like a goddess of old. “Eda,” said Talia at last, forcing herself

Humans are really stupid. If we don't fall and get hurt, we won't learn our lesson. Just like a kid repeatedly falling. No matter how many times we fail, or how many times we've fallen. Humans will stand once again, smiling ruefully at our grazed knees before continuing onwards. This time we will not run from our pain.

Shin told me that the EDA spent decades engineering a special strain of weed that helps people focus and enhances their ability to play videogames! Once they had it perfected, that was when the government finally started legalizing it in the States.” He raised his arms in victory. “This ganja is part of the war effort! I love it!” He broke into song, and Shin immediately joined him. “ ‘America. Fuck yeah. Comin’ to save the motherfuckin’ day, yeah!’ ” They broke up into another laughing fit.

No matter how much I love you, I can't become you and you can't be me. Until death, we will remain as two separate entities, but it's precisely because of that that we choose to join as one. Melding into each other and becoming one with you. What words cannot express we use our bodies to convey. Deep in our hearts, where lies don't exist. I want to feel you to flame this passion to its heights. I love you. I love you.

If you knew, then why did you stay with someone like that? When choosing partners, you must be more prudent. -- Junpei That's impossible, because...that's what falling in love is all about. It's like a car crash, or an avalanche. First you fall head down with love, then it feels like something fell from the sky on you. Either way, there's nothing you can do about it. It's almost impossible to have control of yourself. -- Ei

…çıkmaya hazırlanan Eda‘ya “Bugün bayağı güzelleşmişsin. Yüzüne renk gelmiş,” dedi. Bu söz iltifat sayılırsa bir kadına iltifat etmeyeli dört yıl olmuştu. Eda hafif kızararak odadan çıktı. Harun‘un yüzünün asıldığını görünce ona dönüp “hepimizin hayatında bazen güzel kadınlar oluyor” dedi, “Tabii tesadüf, yoksa bize kim baksın.

Recovery is much less about one’s relationship with food and much more about one’s relationship with oneself, others, and a higher purpose.

Your lips are on my lips, spirit to spirit, in a crystal darkness.

Intelligence sprouts after drawing what is difficult to understand which hides behind what is regarded as easy to understand, not after making an easy-to-understand explanation on what is difficult to understand.

Ray, we don’t have much time,” I said. “We need to access the EDA intranet node hidden here in the store. It’s an emergency.” Ray only hesitated for a split second. “Behind the UFO poster on the back wall.” I turned and located the one he was talking about—a framed reprint of Mulder’s “I Want to Believe” poster from The X-Files. I took it down, revealing what appeared to be a small titanium safe embedded in the brick wall behind it, with a keypad at its center.

But this is the power of storytelling, isn’t it? To make sense of the things we can’t figure out ourselves. We make up gods and monsters and origin stories and archetypes and tell each other it’s all explainable so we don’t have to feel the weight of the unknown. That’s the theory anyway. The practice is that we’re all so much better at seeing the faults of others, at watching them make their mistakes and judging from afar, our social telescopes so much more powerful than the microscopes we forget to use on ourselves.

Fa!” She gave me a nudge with her shoulder. “You talk as if some lord should come riding down from the keep and carry me off.” I thought of August with his stuffy manners, or Regal simpering at her. “Eda forbid. You’d be wasted on them. They wouldn’t have the wit to understand you, or the heart to appreciate you.” Molly looked down at her work-worn hands. “Who would, then?” she asked softly. Boys are fools. The conversation had grown and twined around us, my words coming as naturally as breathing to me. I had not intended any flattery, or subtle courtship. The sun was beginning to dip into the water, and we sat close by one another and the beach before us was like the world at our feet. If I had said at that moment, “I would, ” I think her heart would have tumbled into my awkward hands like ripe fruit from a tree. I think she might have kissed me, and sealed herself to me of her own free will. But I couldn’t grasp the immensity of what I suddenly knew I had come to feel for her. It drove the simple truth from my lips, and I sat dumb and half a moment later Smithy came, wet and sandy, barreling into us, so that Molly leaped to her feet to save her skirts, and the opportunity was lost forever, blown away like spray on the wind.

We need so desperately to believe in a forever love--so much so that there’s an entire genre of entertainment dedicated to young lovers who persist against all odds, medical or fantastical or otherwise--that when it doesn’t happen, we fall a little bit to pieces. The spell is broken. Evil wins. Because that’s a true representation of reality, that loss of hope, that perversion of purity. That’s what we’re all living with anyway and seeing it represented in our entertainment reinforces what we already know to be true: there is no perfect love or life or quest or character. We’re all just fumbling along, trying to make the best of whatever it is we can find, whatever small comforts we can take, whatever compromise seems the least devastating.

to know the future we must learn the past...knowing the past we act on the present for a better future....

Anne-babaların çocuklarını onlara “kıyamayacak” kadar sevmeleri! İcap ettiğinde herhangi bir biçimde onlara bir parça haşin, buyurgan ve azarlayan bir eda takınmaktan kaçınmak, onların hayrına değil; aslında zararına..

Our choices define who we are when we make them. Therefore, we always have the power to change and choose who we are.

armastades elusolemist leian vast ka võidetuses võlu.

Visiting someone in a hospital recently, I watched an elderly couple. The man was in a wheelchair, the wife sitting next to him in the visitor's room. For the half-hour that I watched they never exchanged a word, just held hands and looked at each other, and once or twice the man patted his wife's face. The feeling of love was so thick in that room that I felt I was sharing in their communion and was shaken all day by their pain, their love, something sad and also joyful: the fullness of a human relationship.

Not feeling “up to it” today? Ask yourself what you would do if you felt better—and then do it.

Enemies can be confronted only if they are first brought to earth. And that means bringing them to earth somewhere, as the Americans brought al-Qa‘eda to earth in Afghanistan. Globalization may have made it harder to defend ourselves against terrorist assaults, but we are nevertheless defending territory, the place where we are, and hunting down our enemies in the place where they are.

He holds his hand out for me to see it like he’s cradling something delicate or breakable, an egg or like, his heart.

No one really cares what you look like." I'm such a hypocrite, I think, and pull my shirt up over my head. I want it to be true so I decide to act like it is. If a pretty thin girl can be self-conscious about people looking at her in a bathing suit, then maybe the problem isn't what other people think so much as what we think of ourselves.

When we truly care for ourselves, it becomes possible to care far more profoundly about other people. The more alert and sensitive we are to our own needs, the more loving and generous we can be toward others. —EDA LESHAN

We create the best environment for the talents to acquire the best skills from our training team; we have optimized our learning & development process through digital solutions.

Dr Ellen Hendriksen explains that one of the effects of smartphones, and push notifications in particular, is to create a (false) sense of alarm and urgency, a constant anticipation that an alert could go off at any moment, with no predictability. A second, linked, phenomenon is that technology feeds anxiety by enabling us not to talk to one another – instead of asking for directions we can pull up a map, for example – and so erodes our tolerance for human interaction, and unpredictability, and prevents us from building social ease.

think that I hate to hug because I hate to shower; later I realise I don’t shower so I have a reason not to hug.

I can’t stop thinking about my face, what it is doing or failing to do, or if my voice, my accent, sound correct like everyone else’s.

Durdu beni ölüme götüren kervan. Bir eski şarko söyleniyor rüzgarda. Duydum ki sevmeyi bilen dudaklarda Benim ilahilerim hala okunan. Sevdiğim..Ellerime dokunaraktan... Beni çağıran bir eda var sesinde. Bu muydu, insanlara son nefesinde Görüneceğinden bahsedilen şeytan?

Jij bent ook een heks. - Eda, tegen Hazel

Eda estaba hecha para otro tiempo. Era simplemente eso. Nada de gravedad. Un alma vieja que llega a una vida nueva y siente que no es su lugar en el mundo.

Well,” he said at long last. “If I know your father, he’ll face up to it square and do what’s right. But Eda only knows what he’ll think the right thing to do. Probably whatever hurts the most.

If I know your father, he’ll face up to it square and do what’s right. But Eda only knows what he’ll think the right thing to do. Probably whatever hurts the most.

Don’t let him die!” he commanded her loudly. She felt impotent. She could not even tell him how helpless she felt. She saw him crouch and thought he would crawl the the boat to help her somehow. Instead he stood, peg and foot braved. He turned his back on her and the rowers and faced into the storm that opposed them. He threw his head to it. The wind flapped his white shirt-sleeves against his arms and streamed his black, black hair out behind him. “NO!” he roared into it. “Not now! Not when I am so close! You can’t have me and you can’t have my ship! By Sa, by El, by Eda, by the God of Fishes, by every god nameless and not, I swear you shall not have me nor mine!” He held out his hands, his fingers like claws, as if he would grapple with the wind that defied them.

Oh, so she intended to save me from the very start, huh? What a mean-spirited woman. Is this what people call a tsundere?

Когда ребёнок сводит вас с ума" Часто успокаиваешься, если знаешь, что, как бы трудно ни приходилось с ребенком на одной из стадий его развития, на другой всё обернётся своей противоположностью и вы станете прекрасным родителем. Чувство перспективы может помочь избежать тревог и волнений, связанных с каким-либо особенно трудным периодом в вашей жизни и жизни вашего ребёнка. Можно со всей определённостью сказать, что ни один ребёнок не видит перспективу собственного развития. Его прошлое слишком коротко, его будущее слишком туманно, всё, с чем он может ещё справиться – это настоящее. Для ребёнка естественно, что собственное поведение может его панически напугать. Он не может понять его в общем контексте развития, и нам следует помочь ему увидеть свои перспективы, а не утверждать, что всё потеряно, ничего не изменится. Доказано, что привычки невечны и многие из них исчезают с годами. Когда потребность, лежащая в основе привычки, удовлетворяется, она бесследно исчезает. ...неудовлетворённые потребности не исчезают, пока они не удовлетворены, они закрепляются очень прочно. Если у ребёнка на любой стадии развития не удовлетворяется одна из его потребностей, ему становится трудно, порой невозможно, продолжать расти и развиваться. Наказание редко приводит к исчезновению привычки, потому что оно обращено к стоящей за ней потребности.

It must be difficult to be a mother,” she continued thoughtfully. “To create and nurture and raise a tiny person, to invest all of your heart in it, only to have them grow up and not need you anymore. It must hurt to feel that kind of abandonment. To be forced to let go because of time and nature and the well-being of… both the child and the mother, I suppose?

It wasn’t one event, but a series of events followed by years of research adjudicated by panels of experts and committees of laypeople until a decision was finally made: we’ve been going about handling dead people all wrong.

Like the feeling of a carbonated beverage slipping down the throat, the bubbles rushing and popping as they make their descent, the air around a departed spirit fizzles, dissipating from a thick electric presence to an ephemeral blink of light and color, like the aftereffect of too many flash cameras going off at once.

Eda forbid. You’d be wasted on them. They wouldn’t have the wit to understand you, or the heart to appreciate you.

Eda

I’ll see that Hap gets his apprenticeship. You simply could have asked me to do that when I visited you. Or years ago, you could have brought the lad to Buckkeep and we’d have seen him decently educated.” “He can read and write and figure,” I said defensively. “I saw to that.” “Good.” His reply was chill. “I’m glad to hear you retained that much common sense.” There seemed no rejoinder to that. Both pain and weariness were overcoming me. I knew I had hurt him but I didn’t feel it was my fault. How could I have known he’d be so willing to help me? Nevertheless, I apologized. “Chade, I’m sorry. I should have known you would help me.” “Yes,” he agreed mercilessly. “You should have. And you’re sorry. I don’t doubt you’re sincere. Yet I seem to recall warning you, years ago, that those words will only work so often, and then they ring hollow. Fitz, it hurts me to see you this way.” “It’s starting to ease,” I lied. “Not your head, you stupid ass. It hurts me to see that you are still…as you’ve always been since…damn. Since you were taken from your mother. Wary and isolated and mistrustful. Despite all I’ve…After all these years, have you given your trust to no one?” I was silent for a time, pondering his words. I had love Molly, but I had never trusted her with my secrets. My bond with Chade was as essential as my bones, but no, I had not believed he would do all he could for Hap,simply for the sake of what we shared. Burrich. Verity. Kettricken. Lady Patience. Starling. In every instance, I had held back. “I trust the Fool,” I said, and wondered if I truly did. I did, I assured myself. There was almost nothing about mr that he didn’t know. That was trust, wasn’t it? After a moment, Chade said heavily, “Well, that’s good. That you trust someone.” He turned away from me spoke to the fire. “You should force yourself to eat something. Your body may rebel, but you know that you need the food. Recall how we had to press food on Verity when he skilled.” The neutrality in his voice was almost painful. I realized then that he had hoped I would insist that I did trust him. It would not have been true, and I would not lie to him. I rummaged about in my mind for something else to give him. I spoke the words without thinking. “Chade, I do love you. It’s just that—” He turned to me almost abruptly. “Stop. Say no more.” His voice was almost pleading as he said, “That’s enough for me.” He set his hand to my shoulder and squeezed nearly painfully. “I won’t ask of you that which you can’t give. You are what life has made you. And what I made you, Eda be merciful.

Durdu beni ölüme götüren kervan. Bir eski şarkı söyleniyor rüzgarda. Duydum ki sevmeyi bilen dudaklarda Benim ilahilerim hala okunan. Sevdiğim..Ellerime dokunaraktan... Beni çağıran bir eda var sesinde. Bu muydu, insanlara son nefesinde Görüneceğinden bahsedilen şeytan?