Ej Quotes

Let the spirits guide you, but never let them take you.

Sometimes the hardest things to believe are the only things worth believing at al.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

So it’s fate then?” I asked with him so close my lips brushed the line of his jaw with each word, “Us being together?” “Absolutely,” Calvin said with a low growl. Then he lifted my chin, tilting my head back, and kissed me deeply. Who was I to argue with Fate?

These dreams are almost like reentering a part in a book that was dog-eared, continuing right where I left off the last time I awoke.

And power without compassion is the worst kind of evil there is.

i don't suffer from insanity. i enjoy every minute of it

Neither happiness nor sadness are ever done with us. They are always passing by.

Nobody loves you like your mother and father. Not your husband, and not your children. While your parents are alive, eat as much of their love as you can, so it can sustain you for the rest of your life.

We all must wake up from dreams

Hur väldig är ej rymden, hur mäktig ej dess gåta, hur liten inte jag.

And then there are the dreams that feel as authentic as reality itself, that seem to exist just as your own life does. Where the emotions you experience there carry over to when you're awake. They are so real, so genuine, that you begin to question your own sanity. And you know that when the day comes that you finally stop dreaming them, you will never stop remembering.

If you can still wipe your own backside then life's not that bad!

Not so long ago we were all a tightly knit group of friends. Too bad someone had ripped apart the stitches that held us together, unraveling the cozy blanket of our friendship and leaving just enough strands to hang ourselves with.

You know all those things you've always wanted to do? You should go do them.

Pieej pie krāsns durtiņām tuvu, kad uguns kuras. Ej tā, lai neierauj ugunī, un saki :"Man jānoturas!

She could pretend that it was not grief, that insurmountable pain you were meant to climb over like a few pebbles. She had public, political problems now; the kind of problems that everyone treated as real

The road to anything truly worth having is often steep, but think of the view when you get there.

We have to believe going through darkness will eventually bring us light. Especially when night is out forever.

I need a victim and no offense Yuki, but your carrot sticks are lacking in controversy.

I have romanticised you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like cupids arrows.

Strength without swords." "How does one conquer without a sword? Without a weapon?" "The real leader conquers with her mind. Princess Santieri's phrase, was it not?

Great rolls of toilet paper arc like ejaculate through the black sycamores.

...if Clinton's answers come off as well-intended lectures, Obama is offering soaring sermons and generational opportunity. In 1960, the articulate Adlai Stevenson compared his own oratory unfavorably with John F. Kennedy's. "Do you remember," Stevenson said, "that in classical times when Cicero had finished speaking, the people said, 'How well he spoke,' but when Demosthenes had finished speaking, the people said, 'Let us march.' " At this hour, Obama is the Democrats' Demosthenes.

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes.

I would rather live in a world where people shout, "This is wrong." than live in a world with superheroes saving the day.

Our feelings are different (because our thoughts are different). Because our wants are different. Actually, everyone's the same. Our sadness, sometimes, our joys.

Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.

I build worlds around us and solar systems and creatures that only exist in dreams. I manifest colors that have flavors and darkness that’s all encompassing. I go to a place unborn by man, created in a space where the natural law has no reach and the science of reason is washed away , replaced by the basic pure desire to exist, all of it coming from a place I never knew I had.

I’m trying to decide whether to tell you two to get a room or go barf in the trash can,” Emma said. “I’m leaning toward the second choice. You are both getting way too weird. And gross.” Cal barked out a laugh and slid his fingers down my arm to entwine with mine. His touch, and Emma’s comments, only made me blush more. Looks like Emma saw Cal lick my face after all. Now that wasn’t awkward or anything.

All was fine. Or at least, it appeared to be fine, which of course meant it could very well be all wrong. .

My research methods were extremely advanced. I Googled vinegar.

If wishes were flying monkeys, we'd all be wearing tiny hats.

There couldn't be a resolution, because life doesn't end on a schedule. It ends in the middle, every time.

Can I call you Fozzie?” “Can I call you Evelyn?” “Not if you want me to answer.” “It’s safe to say, the same goes for calling me Fozzie. I’m not a Muppet.

I’m surprised you don’t have any tattoos. I thought that was part of the artist uniform.” “Who says I should be that much of a cliché? I’m naturally a masterpiece.

If one person in the world thinks you're beautiful, then it must be true... I think you're beautiful, by the way...

Control people with a sword, and they resent you. Control them with a song, and they plead for more.

I was having my own game of tug of war with my cyclops at least once a night.

Most of the guests here are psychotic gang bangers anyway!

Did that fucktard touch you?

When you age, wrinkles don’t make you older. They make you look more like yourself,” she warned me. “Everything comes to the surface eventually.

Alle disse dage, der kom og gik, ej vidste jeg, at de var livet.

As far as plans went, it was like facing the zombie apocalypse with a nail file and a bag of Skittles. It might work, but chances were good that I'd die a horrible, painful death. At least the end would be filled with fruity, candy goodness. And for my dramatic death scene I could whisper, in a creepy, quivery death rattle, taste the rainbow. Boy would those zombies be confused.

Tu atnāci pie manis nu jau otrām lādzēm. Ar acīm mirdzošām - un mirdzot rokassprādzēm. Bij kastaņlaiks. Tie paukšķēdami plīsa. Un kļuva pēkšņi žēl, ka dzīve ir tik īsa. Tik tiek, cik gaismu ieraudzīt ļauj Dievs, Kad tu man garām ej un iemirdzies. Es nežēlojos. Dzīvi jāņem smejot. Tik, cik tā iemirdzas. Kā garāmejot

Lynn looks up at him to see if he's serious. "What?" he asks her. "If anybody is gonna put Carter's head through the wall, it should be me." EJ's eyes snap open, and he scoots away from me slowly. I'll remember this, Wingman!

EJ cries, "We've been best friends since kindergarten. You can't become a babe slayer and leave me in the dust! I don't have an older sister. I'm disadvantaged. All I got is Emmy, who can only drop preschool wisdom like, 'No pull Barbie's hair!'" "That's probably some early girl wisdom. Nobody likes to get their hair pulled," I say. "Except this one chick in my porno; I think she's into it. I cant really tell, though. I wish they would slow down.

What we see changes according to what we look for.

The most dangerous rumors are fashioned out of truth.

Lost things never like to be found until they've been forgotten.

Becoming a fae leader? Not on my bucket list.

Love means never to have to say, "That hooker meant nothing to me" - Jonathan "Jack" McVoy

Sometimes I wait for someone to come and change my life. Then I remember I am already here.

To strive. To seek. To find. And not to fucking yield. - Jon Hauser

They say a person has so unique a set of meanings we ought to be incapable of understanding each other, yet we speak and teach as if by magic.

At the heart of my argument is the view that religious faith, far from being inevitably on the side of the status quo, should on principle hold this world to higher standards.

Today we are going to discover all about your vagina.

You defy me?

I'd eat your face like a pack of jackals eating their stolen spoils.

That's because you have couture bollocks.

Just because I survived doesn’t mean I could live

I've come to realise that there is always more than meets the eye, James

Now, I like to think that I'm of reasonable intelligence, but ordinary differential equations and myself...we don't really hang in the same comprehension circles. So, try as I might to follow my teacher's logic in how he got 3f"(x) + 5xf(x) to equal eleven, I never quite understood. His answer in no way, shape, or form resembled mine, and this misalignment -this complete confusion of how point A got to point B- is kind of where I'm at right now. "Dreaming?" I repeat dubiously.

Absolute certainty is no more attainable in metaphysics than it is in any other field of rational inquiry and it is unfair to criticize metaphysics for failing to deliver what no other discipline - not even mathematics - is expected to deliver.

As I pull down my dress the sudden realisation that I have just brutalised my own twat in the company of others places me in the most perplexing situation that I have ever found myself in.

Use your heart. Understand. Learn to see things in the now, not as they were or will be, or as they might or should be, but as they are, right now, in this moment. The heart sees the now; the mind only sees the next. If you can’t learn to see the now, you’ll never see what’s truly there, and then where will you be?” “Trapped” “Precisely. But if you take care of the now, the future will work out as it should.

Ludački sam vraćao vrijeme oživljavao ubijenog još nije ubijen tek sam saznao da je zatvoren i došao odmah da pitam za njega ljudski je bratski nema straha ni stida još ima nade pustiće ga uskoro doći će mu ponude od mene znaće da nije sam ni ostavljen pred kapijom je rođena krv njegova. Ni kule ni stražari ni obziri nisu ga zadržali da ne dode došao je došao sam petnaest godina je mlađi uvijek sam se brinuo o njemu doveo sam ga u kasabu ej ljudi kako bih ga napustio kad mu je najteže razvedriće mu se ojađeno srce kad sazna da sam pitao za njega. Nikog svoga osim mene nema pa zar i ja da ga obmanem zašto U ime čega Svi me gledajte krivo ljutite se odmahujte glavom svejedno mi je ovdje sam ne odričem se veze od koje nemam bliže raspnite me ako hoćete za ovu ljubav zar se može protiv nje Došao sam brate nisi sam.

I ONCE READ somewhere that the odds of getting hit by lightning are one in a million. One in a friggin’ million. So, if this situation were to be viewed optimistically, I’m a pretty unique individual. But here’s the thing—I just got hit by lighting on my birthday, so optimism can go kiss pessimism’s

His comment brings me back to my birthday dinner with Jared, and I grin at the memory. Dev blinks a few times at my pleased expression and gives me one of his knee-weakening smiles. Immediately, my face falls. "I wasn't smiling at you." "I see." He glances around. "So it was for the other man who opened the door for you." "As a matter of fact, it was," I say and breeze past him.

You’re more than my desire, Sabine. If I’m your home, then you’re my safe harbor. The sanctuary where I can finally rest. You’re my everything—my truth, my strength, my trust, my hope, and all my love. You’re the rest of my life.

It is easy to blame the person responsible for the crime, to hate them and despise them, but when we sit idly by and watch evil happen right before our very eyes and become bound to the person by hate, we become co-conspirators of the wrong.

You know my grandmothers,” I said, and pointed at my nose, a habit I had picked up when I lived in Japan. “I’m an accumulation of their lives. Whatever I say or do now can give relief to the past—and to them. I don’t believe they’re ever gone.

I love you, Evelyn.” Leaning in, he grazes my earlobe with his mouth. “For longer than you might have known.” “Likewise.” He chuckles against my cheek. “That’s all you have to say? Likewise?” “Just shut up and kiss me.” “I was getting there.

It’s in the past now.” Achak leaned into her chair. “Only there to learn from, not dwell.

No time like the immediate, for tomorrow we may be dead, serving life and God's people no longer. It's in now we must take action to become the heroes of the morn'.

When our souls join, they burn with more fervor than the sun, they move more than the strongest of the winds and give life, like the fountain of eternal living waters.

So many people suffer because they choose to suffer. Pain comes to us all, but suffering is a choice.

In life, the test comes first, the lesson later.

What do you think you're going to do with an antique rifle?" "Probably shoot something with it.

I'm going to stick by you, for better or for worse." "It will most likely be worse, you know." "Yeah, I figured.

If I hadn’t stopped to thank the ghoul, I might not be covered in rotting, slimy, dead guy. I shook my head ruefully and continued walking. No good deed goes unpunished.

Sometimes the hardest things to believe are the only things worth believing at all.

As a scholar, it was her job to see things in relationship to other things; the only thing she couldn't see in a relationship was herself.

Monday; a cross between Wednesday this week and Thursday next week." - Jonathan "Jack" McVoy

Ah yes! I'm feeling a powerful energy through my bullshit chokra. - Jonathan "Jack" McVoy

Everything in life is tentative, so plan accordingly.

...the very, very old fae tended to go through an unhealthy stage of boredom that was often followed by a period of ‘goin’ doololly.

Demons were all about ego, which meant that most demons had some kind of title. I think it made them feel better about their tiny…pitchforks.

It probably took a lot to faze a cat.

Let's be honest about journalists: We find a lot of ways of being wrong.

I had never been so grateful for shoveling shit in all my life.

Never forget, the world said after the Holocaust. But the world is forgetting.

Because I do not know how to give more without having nothing left for myself!

He had given her his light and remained in the dark.

When you feel a little better, if you want to talk to Mommy again, call me. I’ll be waiting.

I’m calling you because I miss you,” she said. “Did you pick up because you miss me too?

I stay pressed against the solid structure as the doors open . “I’d get some air if I were you. From the feel of it, you seem a little hot and bothered.

Do try it; it's their best kept secret if you ask me. 'I´m more of a meat eater.

You will be my mortal sin Ileana.

You look like you are enjoying this a little too much. "Oh no, just a fond memory came to mind." Whilst removing the liver? Heaven forbid.

You cut his dick off! "You know about that then?

Amelia, you are quite the challenge.

en hungereld som söker efter bränsle till själens ljus, att ljuset ej må slockna

Kræv ikke, ven, at jeg gåden skal klare; Jeg spørger helst; mit kald er ej at svare

You shouldn’t chase people. You should know that you are important enough and deserve the time and attention just like everyone else. You shouldn’t run after people to prove that you matter and exist. You are worth it, more than you could ever imagine. You are a star that could sparkle on anyone’s night sky. You are everything in someone’s eyes. Remember, do not chase, let them know your worth because if you have to chase, it’s not real love. It’s not worth it.

If you live in a hot or semi hot climate and have black leather seats in your sexy black car then, in summer, if you are wearing shorts as I was you must get used to the smell of bacon frying.

If a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk into a bar, you wait for the punch line. At Private Eye, when a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk through the door, it’s just another day at the office.

I swallow. Will I like this different me? Will my friends and family? “I know there is a popular saying ‘ignorance is bliss.’” She eyes me sympathetically, as if she knows my thoughts. “But I also know there is a better one that says ‘knowledge is power.’” I’m currently unsure which one I agree with.

Rae!” I shove his shoulder. “You can’t do that! You can’t snoop about you through me!”“Why not? How else were you going to repay me for this favor?” The corner of his mouth tips up. “Plus, wouldn’t you ask her that?”“Oh. My. God! That’s not the point,” I scold, but after a moment ask, “What did she say?

I can recognize any one by the teeth, with whom I have talked. I always watch the lips and mouth: they tell what the tongue and eyes try to conceal. [at the funeral of Percy Bysshe Shelley, according to E.J. Trelawny]

What I had meant to say in the kitchen was that I had loved fish since I was little—white bite, crispy skin. I had been waiting for it so long that the picture of soft flesh decomposed and left bones for a fossil. When I had argued in the kitchen, I was arguing about what was lost to me. Like how I could not read the letters because of the old water stains that had spread ink across the bottom of the page. The problem was not the damage but the cause. I recognized the tears my younger self had wept while touching the shapes on the paper.

Yeah, oh. Trust me, if I wanted to go there, we would have already been there.” I’ve never rolled my eyes so fast in my life. “Please, you are not my type.” He moves closer. “But don’t you remember? I’m the man of your

Please do not shoot us in the balls, EJ Elgin. It is only me, Robby Brees, and my friend, Austin Szerba, who is your next-door neighbor, and we are not rat boys from Mars. We come in peace, and smoking cigarettes.” “Benson

I’d been called a freak, and worse, all through school. Now that I’d finally graduated, I was sick of it. I’d hoped that no one would ever call me names again. Oh well, if wishes were flying monkeys, we’d all be wearing tiny hats.

Es jums atdodu: savu nespēku un bēdas, savas ceļa grantī atmītās pēdas, savu vilšanos mīlestībā un draugos un tās stundas, kad es kā apjucis apkārt raugos. Jūs man sakāt: - Neapstājies! Ej! Tu vēl nezini, cik daudz ceļu ir pasaulei.

Religious people should always be wary of the ways in which political power is wielded and skeptical of how economic privileges are distributed. They should also be mindful of how their own traditions have been used for narrow political purposes, and how some religious figures have manipulated the faith to aggrandize their own power. The doctrine of original sin and the idea of a fallen side of human nature apply to people who are religious no less than those who are not.

Yuki?” Calvin asked. “Yeah?” I asked turning back to him. “Thanks for giving me a chance,” he said and smiling his toothy grin he started walking back to his truck. Who else is going to dig through a compost heap with me? It must be love.

Love is a driving force for a person's decisions, motives, and purpose in life, as is evidenced by many stories told throughout history. It has caused happiness, joy, war, and deceit. Without love, one cannot function and thrive among their peers or humanity as a whole. Its absence can cause irreparable harm to thought processes and logic—or in Van Gogh’s case, make one crazed.

Now I am experiencing the Clear Light of objective reality. Nothing is happening, nothing ever has happened or ever will happen. My present sense of self, the voyager, is in reality the void itself, having no qualities or characteristics. I remember myself as the voyager, whose deepest nature is the Clear Light itself; I am one; there is no other. I am the voidness of the void, the eternal unborn, the uncreated, neither real nor unreal. All that I have been conscious of is my own play of consciousness, a dance of light, the swirling patterns of light in infinite extension, endless endlessness, the Absolute beyond change, existence, reality. I, the voyager, am inseparable from the Clear Light; I cannot be born, die, exist or change. I know now that this is my true nature.

En hytte – den stod, som i tanker – var muret til fjeldsidens væg; den stod der, hvor rovdyret vanker tog stød af en ældgammel hæg. Naar stormen tog fart op til riften, var stenhyttens ejer ej glad; da tog han die hellihge schriften – og knælte saa ned og tilbad

Yuki, you have plans after school tomorrow?” Calvin turned to me and asked. How does he raise one brow like that? Does he practice in the mirror? “Nope, no plans yet,” I said flipping my hair as I looked at him over my shoulder. I can use cool poses too Calvin Miller.

The ideas in each—from profit-sharing with employees to new approaches to job training, from reform of the financial system to promote long-term time horizons on investment to more progressive taxes and large-scale infrastructure investment—would help create a more just economy.

a good book "never steals hours away from you; it always helps make the hours feel like they were spent doing something special. It's like you get extra time, Rachel--the hours you spend reading and the hours your mind spends in that place, that's time that the author gives to you.

With me the process is much more like bird-watching than like either talking or building. I see pictures. Some of the pictures have a common flavour, almost a common smell, which groups them together. Keep quiet and watch and they will begin joining themselves up.(quoting C.S. Lewis)

I sit on it's edge, looking down at the man who feels like he just materialized out of nowhere. My head still swims with euphoria from the moment...a moment I was just in with one man whilst sleeping next to another. Suddenly feeling dirty, I pull the sheets wrapped in front of my body closer.

You know, I've always admired you for seeming so selfless and trying to shift the blame to yourself, but then I got to thinking...." He turned around to address her directly, and his eyes were colder than she'd ever seen them. "Maybe you just can't stand the thought of everything not being about you.

Fifty years before Sherlock Holmes first appeared, the Bow Street Runner had used the Sherlockian method of careful observation of trifles. The Randall matter was the first case of ballistic identification to be documented, and Henry Goddard remains forever inscribed in forensic history as the man who proved that the butler did it.

Svijet je školski ravnatelj koji se bavi tvojim manama. Ne mislim u nekom u nekom mističnom ili Isusovom smislu. Nego prije na foru da se uporno spotičeš preko neke skrivene stube, bez kraja i konca, dok ti konačno ne sine: pazi, stuba! Sve su stvari u kojima kiksamo skrivene stube, bilo da smo odveć sebični ili odveć sluga pokoran ili što već. Ili nikad nećeš primijetiti u čemu griješiš pa ćeš dovijeka trpjeti posljedice ili ćeš jednog dana primijetiti i popraviti stvar. A što je najveći vic, kad napokon skužiš gdje je ta skrivena stuba i pomisliš: Ej, pa ipak život nije baš takva koma, slijedi TRES! Strmoglaviš se niz novo skriveno stubište. Nikad kraja

In Buddhist tradition, forty-nine is the number of days a soul wanders the earth for answers before the afterlife.

Reading is an escape from the mundane. It doesn’t have to be realistic; it just has to make the reader feel something.

Books are meant for escaping the real world. Books with happy endings allow us to find hope, even if the real world doesn’t have it.

With you, I wanted to let you in beyond my wall, my defenses. You make me feel strong even with the door wide open.

Just imagine how many people would not have died if he hadn't read about it.

It's a slaughterhouse, Lieutenant, nothing less.

How could the simple act of stringing certain words together change the very shape of a soul?

Why was a gun called a "piece"? After all, it brought anything but. Did Amalie ever have "peace" of mind by blowing someone else's?

These people are just mad, Clarence. It's as simple as that. ' DI Tenley Burke

She looks ethereal. Like an angel fallen from grace. One who is about to get a taste of how good it feels to be a sinner.

Oh god, make me come.” Her eyes close as her head tilts back. It’s like her pleasure is my own personal work of art. Her body is my canvas, her orgasms my masterpiece.

The world is never what it seems, Leaves are red yet leaves are green, What is water, ice or steam? Is life real or a dream? Beware; the world is never what it seems.

Weak in body makes for weak in mind.

Go scrounge, shorty! After sitting on my horse all the way here I'm too tired to do it myself.

You were cowards, useless cowards. Oh it's true you went as fast as you could, but in the opposite direction!

I would not fail and I would not die!

Well Freddie, you were right. It is a rat, a very large rat.

Just as these men here are drunk with rum, you can become drunk with hate. The time for vengeance will come, but not today.

The bars of jail shall make you frail. Now that's poetry for you.

As long as you are Abidon's subject and wear his amulet, all that will see in this mirror is yourself.

Be the kind of person your parents would be proud to know, even if they weren't related to you.

Do you really think you can just walk back in here and expect us all to cooperate after what you did?" "Would it help at all if I said I was sorry?

Wading through sewage gave a whole new meaning to being up shit’s creek.

Biking up the same mile-and-a-half long asphalt hill is so much harder when I know that at the end of the journey I’ll either be an outlaw, or I’ll be dead.

Hope, by itself, is a car without gas. You need to fuel it with action.

He wondered briefly if she always got people to do her bidding just by looking at them.

Live in this darkness and you will perish with it. It isn't too late to come home.

He could bathe in blood all he wanted, like that freaky ass Countess Bathory chick from history class, but the truth of the matter is that vamp bodies are tinder dry. 

If my liver cared enough, it would have told me to stop. - Jonathan "Jack" McVoy

I'm thinking there should be a dating site called "Tap That" - Jonathan "Jack" McVoy

A good trap is like a good story: hidden and leading toward one inevitable conclusion

Allt nytt vi får lära oss gör vår värld större, vi får ytterligare ett sammanhang att foga till de andra i vår evigt expanderande världsbild.

Tar jag mig tid att möta några på min väg så kommer antalet idioter att minska radikalt. Och framför allt kommer världen omkring mig att få möta en idiot mindre.

Do not let someone who loves you put you down. Owning a piece of your heart does not entitle them to a piece of your soul.

A birthday is an accomplishment; not an insult. A lot of people do not get to have them anymore. Celebrate it. Eat cake. Do something fun.

False hope is a dangerous tool to employ

Strategy was patience.

...results are always better with a little financial encouragement.

Guilt was best eked from silence.

It was too dark to see but I froze in the glow of bright grey eyes that almost appeared white in the moonlight.

The middle of the night is just as advantageous as the middle of the day.

Solitude was an aspect of my life, though it seemed I could forget it with laughter.

Perfection is a made-up construct. It is much like time: it cannot be held, and only fools would waste sands falling in an attempt to try.

Your brother can be mean only when he is unsure of himself.

Though we can never be fully pure in body, we can be fully pure in heart. Half black, half white, half evil, half good, we are all the same, struggling to find our path in this seemingly never-ending chasm of darkness. And may we one day reach the light we so eagerly seek, knowing that the freedom from darkness may only come when we shine our own light upon others.

He glanced to the walkways on either side of him, wondering what the chances were that he would actually catch sight of Ziva. Keeping an eye out for someone who didn't want to be found - especially when that someone was Lieutenant Ziva Payvan - was as close to futile as something could get. It wasn't a matter of finding her, but rather of her making herself known when she saw fit.

Mai whispers, “Why did she have to leave? When she was there, I knew where I had her; she was safe.” “You of all people,” Nicholas says, “should know that freedom is more important than being safe.

Edmond Locard ordered all the local organ grinders and their simian employees brought to his laboratory. A number of the monkeys, perhaps concerned about an infringement of their civil rights, resisted fingerprinting and had to be restrained. The organ grinders were more cooperative. When the burglarizing beast had been identified, his companion’s rooms were searched and there the missing items were found.

Carter: "Dude, I don't know why it works, it just does. [...] Just pretend you're not into 'em and then ask a question. What's the worst that could happen?" EJ makes eye contact with the smallest one, off to the side. [...] She looks up at EJ and gives him the nicest smile. He pulls the trigger and yells, "You think you're hot stuff, don't you?" What the...? Where are you going with this? "Excuse me?" she replies, kind of sweetly. EJ asks, "You think you're cool, don't you? Where did you get that shirt, the Salvation Army? What the hell is with your hair? My eyes are as big as basketballs as he fires one mean-ass question after another at her. "You don't have a boyfriend, do you?" he continues. It's like he's armed with self-esteem killer. "Did your parents have any kids that lived?" EJ asks. The girls starts to buckle, and tears are on the way. "Are these your friends, or are they like, counselors here to observe you?" EJ shouts. [...] He asks, "Does your grandma know you borrowed her shoes?" as I drag him away. The girl is crying pretty hard, and her friends are trying to console her. [...] "Man, that didn't do very well. What do you think I did wrong?" EJ asks. "Are you serious?" I ask "I was just doing what you told me to," he replies. "I-I-I told you to go up to that girl and start abusing her?" I ask. "You said to ask her questions and pretend I didn't like her!" he yells back. "Pretend YOU'RE NOT INTO HER!" I clarify. "Not that you hate her and wish she would die! Good God, that girl thought she was gonna get a boyfriend when you walked up, not years of therapy." "Do you think I still have a shot?" he asks "NO, I don't!" I bark

Nina, ajd budi pametna. Znaš, i kad muškarac prestane da te voli, veoma je važno da ti nastaviš da voliš sebe. A ti ćeš moći samo ako sačuvaš ponos. Ej, njega češ preboleti, ali izgubljeno dostojanstvo nećeš. Treba, bre, ženo da gledaš sebe u ogledalu do kraja života. I da se raduješ svom liku, a ne da sklanjaš pogled pred krpom koja se ponižavala zbog svakog čovekolikog majmuna koji joj je lažnim obećanjima slomio srce.

Let me tell you what it is I believe in so that we better understand each other. I believe in a man thinking for himself and being his own master. I believe in going where I want to go, and doing what I want to do, being as fee as the wind. No limits, no obligations, and no laws. There may or may not be a path, but it makes no difference to me because I'm sure that, by whatever means, we'll reach that kingdom and I'll be paid.

Iain now calls you Jessica Fletcher, and he said I can tell you things within reason, and we can both sit back and wait for you to solve our cases. And that he’ll be consulting you on one or two others, but I think he was joking.

You catch all that, Humphrey?” I asked. “Get to eat demons for breakfast,” he said with a grin. “Hey, only if they misbehave,” I said. “Demons always do,” he said, licking his lips. I had a sinking feeling that the gargoyle had a point.

The monster was so large that its matted fur scratched along the rocky walls as it approached, its head forced to duck down. The best comparison was to a giant dirt matted canine, except it had as many eyes as a spider and far more legs than a dog.

Dev catches me in my moment of triumph, and for an instant, a weird, wicked gleam passes over his features. Great, now he’ll think I was jealous. I take in the broken ceiling and the huge chunk of it that sits on the floor. Yeah, okay, maybe I was.

Busqué, y pronto descubrí, las tres lapidas en el declive próximo al páramo: La de ej medio, gris y medio enterrada en brezos. Solamente la d Edgar Linton armonizaba con el césped y el musgo que crecía al pie. La de Heathcliff estaba aún desnuda. Me demoré ante aquel cielo benigno, contemplé las alevillas revoloteando entre brezos y campánulas, escuchado el rumor de la suave brisa entre el césped, y me preguntaba como nadie puede atribuir sueños inquietos a los que dormían bajo una tierra tan sosegada.

spending more time with our children, and reading to them, and teaching them that while they may face challenges and discrimination in their own lives, they must never succumb to despair or cynicism; they must always believe that they can write their own destiny.

As recently as 1950, the Scottish pathologist John Glaister included in his text the tale of a man "who was apprehended after having been seen to have unnatural intercourse with a duck," leaving us to wonder precisely what natural intercourse with a duck would involve.

If you have something better to be doing than poetry, which means almost anything else, that is the thing you should be doing right now,” he said to the class. Then, he turned to me. “There’s nowhere else you could be?” “No,” I said to him. “Nowhere.” “You made the right choice. Poetry is better than nothing,” he said to me. “But you have nothing to fall back on.” He was careful not to ask any more questions. He must have sensed I was embarrassed to speak in front of the others, who were confident and sharp. The professor took out the napkin and let it open in his hand. “I’m going to be honest with all of you.” The room looked at each other. The professor said to the class, “If you have something else, and you can do something else, then don’t let it go. Most of you will go back to doing that thing.

Dev tucks my hair behind my ear. “Yeah— whoa.” I clear my throat and sit up straighter. Somehow I managed to lean in rather close as he was talking. “The weird thing was,” he continues, “where we found you, under this tree, is where I’d go anytime I wanted to be alone. I would come here to think and get out of the city. And that’s where you landed. Sometimes, I think…” “What do you think?” I nudge him to finish. He delicately plays with the top of my hand. “Sometimes I think that you were sent to me, that someone knew I would find you.

You have to go through life with more than just passion for change; you need a strategy. I’ll repeat that. I want you to have passion, but you have to have a strategy. Not just awareness, but action. Not just hashtags, but votes. You see, change requires more than righteous anger.

During World War II, a secret apartment in London was maintained by the office of the Special Operations Executive. Within it, operatives created false documents and designed elaborate disguises for use by British undercover agents. The apartment was located at number 64 Baker Street.

Over the valley sunlight once shined, Golden and warming over smiles divine, Now comes the moonlight glowing with care, Making soft grasses like silvery hairs, All through the valley in slumber serine, All little people dance happy in dreams, Close your eyes now, let sleep come, Just 'til tomorrow when we wake to the sun.

Passionately encouraged by her aunt, Marie married Charles and traveled with him to his home. She was shocked to discover that [the magnificent château] Le Glandier was actually a festering pile of crumbling stone - cold, gray, grim and forbidding. Worse, it was inhabited by Charles's mother, who was also cold, gray, grim, and forbidding.

Faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.” Rom. 10:17. “With the heart man believeth.” The hearing of faith puts the words of God in your heart. But Christ dwells in your heart by faith (Eph. 3:17), because His Spirit is in His word; so that the hearing of faith brings the life of Christ into your heart, and that is righteousness. 

I stomped on the spiders as I backed away, halting their progress. A brave one ambled forward and sank it’s dripping mandibles into its nearest kin. The other spiders followed suit, joining in the feeding frenzy. “Oh, look, aren’t they cute?” Torn asked, pointing to where baby spiders were busy cannibalizing each other. “Freaking adorable,” I growled.

Passing him with frightening speed, I see him sailing downward with his open parachute. “It won’t open!” “Pull harder!” Looking down, I estimate that at this speed it will only be a matter of seconds before I collide with the black lava rocks below. They rigged it! is all I can think. President Volkov won. I lost. I failed Gemma. I failed Nicholas. I failed myself. All of a sudden, someone rams into me from behind and hooks his arms and legs around my body. I look back and see Cory. “You’re crazy!” I scream as we spin out of control. “I know!” He smiles like he really is, but he feeds off of this kind of insanity. “Hold on!” The ground is so close and I can see the green grass and smell the scent of it mixed with the sulfur. He helps me turn around and I lock my arms around his thick shoulders, my legs around his firm hips. We’ll die together, and he doesn’t seem to care one bit. He really is insane!

Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice.” Eph. 4:31. Have you read those words and thought, “Oh, that it might be so?” Have you earnestly tried to put away that evil speaking, together with “the root of bitterness” from which it springs, and failed, because “the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison?” James 3:8.  Read the Divine exhortation, “Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.” “Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus.” Phil. 2:3, 5. And similar to this is the admonition, “Let brotherly love continue.” Heb. 13:1. What a blessed state of mind this must be; and what a heaven there would be on earth, if such a state of things only existed, even among those who profess the name of Christ. Yet how many who have set this blessed ideal before themselves, find themselves wondering how it is to be attained. 

Cynnie’s disappeared while I’ve shut up shop. So has Ty, without even giving me a hug. He’s getting a dozen noogies for that the next time I see him. I lock up, checking and double-checking my security. On the way back from checking the manual lock on the fire escape door, I find the dress Cynnie was wearing draped across the foot of the staircase up into the loft like a fallen flower petal. “Baby?” Her wild giggle answers me. Grinning, I scoop up the dress and carry it up the stairs. I expect her to be n*ked in the bed, but she’s not. There’s no sign of her. “Baby, where are you?” Another wild giggle. With the open plan of my apartment, the stairwell, and the screen of trees in the loft, the acoustics can be weird. I was sure the first giggle came from upstairs. Now, it sounds like her giggle is coming from downstairs. “Come out, come out, wherever you are, bumble baby,” I call. Insane giggles. I spin around in place on the landing, trying to locate the source of those irresistible giggles. “When I find you, I’m going to b*te my bumble very hard on her b*ttom,” I growl. “I sting you!” That was definitely from my bedroom. I tear through the doorway and look around. No naughty bumble in my bed. I yank open the closet doors. No naughty bumble in my closets. There aren’t many hiding places in my bedroom. There’s no way she could fit between the trees. Then I spot the black rectangle half-hidden in the rumpled bedding. A phone. She’s put it on speaker and dimmed the screen. That sneaky little bee. I grab the phone and growl into it. “I’m going to find you.” “I fly away!” “You’ll never get away from me, little girl. And when I catch you, I’m going to eat you up.” I grip the phone, so turned on my hand shakes, muscles bunching. I pant into the phone. “I’m going to find you, wherever you are, and rail you into the ground.” She squees. There’s a very faint echo, and I realize where she is. Game on.

- Ej Maryśka! Noc się kończy! - i porwał kobietę do tańca. Zderzyli się ciężko, bezwdzięcznie i cieleśnie, by z brzękiem wywalcowac zza stołu pod drzwi, a potem wzdłuż sciany i na powrót, jak ciężarny, dziecinny bąk. Spadła szklanka, brzękneła, ale chrzęst deptanego szkła przepadł w śmiechu Maryśki. Zamiotła czerwonymi włosami powietrze i ogień smagnął nagie ramiona Gacka. Upał jak czarny miód wlewał się oknem i ciała tancerzy wirowały wolno, splecione, związane tą pewnością która zjawia się od pierwszego dotyku i wszystko, co ma się stać, własciwie już się stało. Ciężki od krwi wir wciągał wszystko wokół. Ściany w rzucik, półnagą Sandy z gazety, żółtą kulę żyrandola, stół i satelity popielniczek i naczyń, wersalkę i ciemną Czestochowską za szkłem, podłogę, dreszcz przenikał dom aż po miekką skórę nieba, w którym gwiazdozbiory ocierały się o siebie nazwajem, sunąc ku ciemniejszej niż noc rozpadlinie zachodu i tylko Gacek pozostawał nieruchomy. Muzyka urwała się raptem, lecz oni kołysali się dalej, jakby dzwięki nie były im potrzebne. Krzesło upadło na podłogę. Edek posłał je kopniakiem w kąt i próbował coś zrobić z kasetą, chociaż nie chciał ani na chwilę wypuścić tancerki z rąk. - Pić! - zawołała Maryśka, ale butelka była już pusta. - Co Gacek? Po wódkę też strach? - zaśmiał się Edek.

When the word of the Lord found Elijah in the wilderness, as he fled from Jezebel, it said to him: “Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD. And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice. And it was so, when Elijah heard it that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah?” 1 Kings 19:11-13. 

Lewis was a scholar and deeply spiritual man, so it is no surprise that all his characters have to face the complex nature of of the human condition. As a young boy, Lewis suffered from terrible nightmares...Reading fantasy helped Lewis deal with the fears that plagued him in real life. He believed that fantasy makes it easier for children to cope with their fears. In an essay in support of fantasy literature for children, he wrote, "Since it is so likely they will meet cruel enemies{in real life], let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage.Otherwise you are making their destiny not brighter but darker." By writing about serious themes like distrust, pride, temptation, and greed in a fantastical environment , Lewis helps readers recognize these emotions and forces in their own lives.