Elec Quotes

The oth­ers went up­stairs, a slow unwilling pro­ces­sion. If this had been an old house, with creak­ing wood, and dark shad­ows, and heav­ily pan­elled walls, there might have been an eerie feel­ing. But this house was the essence of moder­ni­ty. There were no dark corners - ​no pos­si­ble slid­ing pan­els - it was flood­ed with elec­tric light - every­thing was new and bright and shining. There was noth­ing hid­den in this house, noth­ing con­cealed. It had no at­mo­sphere about it. Some­how, that was the most fright­en­ing thing of all. They ex­changed good-​nights on the up­per land­ing. Each of them went in­to his or her own room, and each of them automatical­ly, al­most with­out con­scious thought, locked the door....

Peace offering?” I heard Elec say. When I turned around, to my mortification, he was standing there with a dick in his hands. Not any dick. My dick. My vibrator. My purple life-sized rubber penis. Elec waved it. “Nothing says I’m sorry like a dick and a smile.

This was a different kind of a kiss, not one that leads to something, but a hard, painful one. It was a goodbye kiss.

—¿Elec? —Sí... —Tú fuiste lo mejor que me ha pasado. Espero que algún día pueda decir que eras uno de los mejores, pero por ahora, sólo eres tú.

Nice bedhead, by the way, kafir. You look like you stuck a fork in a light socket.” “Did you know that in 1887, Nikola Tesla’s hair stood on end for an entire week after he passed fifty thousand volts through his body to prove that elec—” “Kafir,” Hassan said, putting his fork down on his plate. “Absolutely, completely not interesting.

He stood looking down at me with a white towel wrapped around his waist. I always imagined what he might look like after seven years, but even my wildest dreams couldn’t have conjured up what I was actually met with. His messy black hair had now been replaced by longish sexy waves that curled around his ears. He was wearing glasses. He looked even sexier in glasses. Even from here, I could see the piercing gray of his eyes through them. His inked body was bigger, even more built than before. He lifted a cigarette to his mouth and even amidst the shock of seeing him, disappointment set in that he was smoking again. Elec blew out the smoke as his eyes stayed fixed on mine. He wasn’t smiling. He just looked at me intently. His powerful stare alone had put all of my senses on high alert, throwing my body out of whack. My head was pounding, my eyes were teary, my ears were beating, my mouth was watering, my nipples were hard, my hands were trembling, my knees were shaking and my heart…I couldn’t describe what was going on inside my chest. Before I could process any of this, a woman with blonde hair came up from behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Fiecare se plânge celorlalți cât de rău le merge.Ce-ar fi să inversăm o dată situația?Ce-ar fi să scoatem în evidență ceea ce este bun?Cel ce nu vorbește despre neșansele sale ajunge să creadă cu adevărat în ele.Ce sens are ca omul să-și amărască mereu viața când, de fapt aceasta este frumoasă!Să nu fim meschini...să fim generoși.Căci în acest caz viața,și viața va fi generoasă!

It is no exaggeration to say that all phenomena are considered by con- temporary science to be examples of amplitude positions within a radi- ation continuum. One of the most interesting aspects of late twentieth- century science was the reappearance of the Pythagorean doctrine of the vibratory harmony of matter, that all things are the result of harmonic ratios. “Superstring” theory proposes that all fun-damental particles (elec- trons, quarks, leptons, muons, etc.) are but differing vibratory frequencies of a single filamentous string. According to this latest development in theoretical physics the entities that are the ultimate constituents of atoms are but differing vibratory levels of a single substratum imagined as a string or line. Matter, then, actualizes the form of an image observed in an oscilloscope: a single line forms on the screen (its lowest vibratory state), which, when “energized,” begins to change shape into a wave (an electron perhaps) that eventually becomes a chaotic, spaghetti-like image observed at its highest vibratory level. In superstring theory each level of vibration, from undisturbed filament to violent spaghetti-chaos (and all states in be- tween), represents some fundamental particle.