Escobar Quotes

It takes me a while to figure things out, doesn't it?" Edilio grinned. "Do me a favor. When you find Astrid, repeat that to her, word for word, the part about how it takes you a while. Then remember her exact reaction and tell me.

Life is full of surprises, some good, some not so good.

All empires are created of blood and fire.

There are two hundred million idiots, manipulated by a million intelligent men.

There's a lot youdon't know, Sam. There's a lot I don't tell you. I know who I am. I know what I do, and what I am to this place.I know what I am to you, and how much you depend on me.You may be the symbol, and you may be the one everyone turns to when something goes bad, and you're the big badass, but I'm the guy doing the day-in, day-out work of running things. So I don't make this about me.

Everyone has a price, the important thing is to find out what it is.

I can replace things, but I could never replace my wife and kids.

Sometimes I feel like God…when I order someone killed – they die the same day.

I prefer to be in the grave in Colombia than in a jail cell in the United States.

The men of always aren't interested in the children of never.

There can only be one king.

General Maza, the survivor of two grotesque assassination attempts, put it bluntly: 'This country won't be put right as long as Escobar is alive.

Vivá Colombia! We have just killed Pablo Escobar!

I would bring down the sky, if it meant I was able to stay with you always.

Me han dicho —a modo de crítica— que vivo en la luna. Les he dicho —a modo de crítica— que viven en la Tierra.

Now I’ve officially seen everything.” Leonidas muttered. “How often do you see them?” Ari laughed weakly. “Do nightmares count?” Leonidas bent down to look in her eyes. “Nightmares always count.

prefería ver a los nazis como monstruos inhumanos. Cuanto más humanos pudieran ser, más me horrorizaban, ya que eso significaba que todos podíamos convertirnos en seres tan despreciables como ellos. La

... But even if the minute hand, too quickly squeezes the wick between its fingertips, Joy still looks like honey and sunshine in their eyes, helping old mum and dad out of the car, sagging like candle wax as life, in a breeze, is gone already whisking the leaves on their tombstone, engraved, no wind can ever erase them.

In recent years, some of the biggest new drug kingpins can't be successfully prosecuted. The Pablo Escobars of today are coming out of China, and they don't have to worry about being imprisoned by their government. They can operate free and in the clear, within the boundaries of their country's own laws. Whenever a deadly new drug is made illegal in China, manufacturers simply tweak its chemical structure and start producing a new drug that is still legal. Many fentanyl analogues and cannabinoids have been made this way.

I thought again about Pablo Escobar cutting off people's tongues. It made sense to stop speaking, to say only what was necessary and nothing beyond. It was a way to survive.

What song could Pablo Escobar possibly sing in the shower?

Sometimes we have to lose everything to find what is most important. When life robs us of what we thought we could not live without and leaves us standing naked before reality, the essential things tht had always been invisible take on their true value.

What does that word mean?" Cassidy asked. Her voice was soft, sexy. Mind-blowing. "Querida, or whatever you said? I don't speak Spanish." "It's a term of endearment. An Anglo might say darling or honey." "What was the other one you used? Me ha? "Mi ja. Short for mi hija. It's what you say to someone you care about." She smiled. "When you say that you sound ---I don't know---affectionate." "Maybe I like cats," Diego said. Cassidy rested her hand on his chest, and her smile widened. "Meow.

He is greater than you will ever be. Not because of rank. It’s not a man’s rank that makes him a man. It’s how he treats others. You will never be remembered.

Viviendo como podemos lo que importa es el abrazo para incubar la ternura, no su predecibilidad.

Cuando has perdido la ilusión, la vida se convierte en una carga, algo insustancial y vano que te lleva a la desesperación.

Edilio is in hiding,” Astrid snapped. “Edilio has to worry about being kicked out of the country. Our Edilio.” “He’s got a volunteer lawyer—” But Astrid wasn’t done. “They should be putting up statues to Edilio. They should be naming schools after that boy—no, no, I’m not going to call him a boy. If he’s not a man, then I’ll never meet one.” Lana nodded approvingly, obviously enjoying and sharing in Astrid’s outrage.

Lo que hace estremecer al hombre es casi siempre lo que más le conviene”.

Every time someone opens a book, it comes alive once more. Its characters wake up from their nap and start acting all over again.

—Se nos va a venir el mundo encima pero hagámosle. A ese no se la rebajo —les dijo mi padre a sus hombres cuando el complot para matar a Lara estaba listo.

There probably are, but you would need a thaumaturge for that. They have books upon books of old magic. We only have Google.

The art of loving each other well is letting people be where they are and not trying to convince them to be where I am.

The power of words does not lie in the stories we tell, but in our ability to connect to the hearts of those who read them.

The worst friend of the truth is silence. The worst lie in the world is that ordinary people are powerless against tyranny.

Human beings are momentary breaths in the midst of the hurricane of our circumstances,

Love is a decision more than it is a feeling.

You’re like the moon waxing into sight.

Sometimes the things we lack or the obstacles we face become allies that help us endure.

My fingers were so coated with icing sugar it looked like I’d gone on a cocaine bender with Pablo Escobar.

With its voracious appetite, time always devours the memories and faces of those we love. Memory fights to hold on to them through the strength of tears and the painful sigh of love.

he tenido que huir desde antes de nacer y desde que tengo memoria; desde que era niño me han tratado como si hubiese sido el mismísimo autor de la totalidad de los crímenes de mi padre.

Escobar veio abrindo a alma toda, desde a porta da rua até ao fundo do quintal. A alma da gente, como sabes, é uma casa assim disposta, não raro com janelas para todos os lados, muita luz e ar puro. Também as há fechadas e escuras, sem janelas ou com poucas e gradeadas, à semelhança de conventos e prisões. Outrossim, capelas e bazares, simples alpendres ou paços sumptuosos.

Niños que tenían dos altares en su casa: en uno le rezaban a Pablo Escobar para que les siguiera dando trabajo y en otro a la Virgen de la Milagrosa para que les afinara la puntería. Ambos eran muy efectivos.

Kelvin laughed. “He must do that for old times’ sake. Damn. So you caught between a wannabe Pablo Escobar chopping motherfuckers up and putting them in grease buckets and a redneck Walter White. When you fuck up you do it right.

Pablo Escobar fue un hampón de la calle y murió en su ley. Uribe es un hampón de la política y vive protegido en el palacio de Nariño. Este hombrecito artero llegó al poder engañando, prometiéndole mano firme a un pobre país que se hundía en el más absoluto estado de indefensión, a merced de sus criminales. Ya saben lo que fue la mano firme: la mano tendida a los secuestradores, asesinos y genocidas paramilitares, la mano traidora que les ha estado extendiendo el remilgado estado a las FARC.

It’s not a threat. It’s simply fact. He is Greek and of a bloodline nearly as old as yours. He is required to be what he was made to be whether he wishes it or not. He swims against the current, Ari. He thinks he can outrun his fate. He cannot. No one can.

Lo contrario del amor no es el odio, es la indiferencia. Lo contrario de la belleza no es la fealdad, es la indiferencia. Lo contrario de la fe no es la herejía, es la indiferencia. Y lo contrario de la vida no es la muerte, sino la indiferencia entre la vida y la muerte.

Escobar, my ex-lover, was shot to death on December 2, 1993. To bring him down after a hunt that lasted nearly a year and a half, it was necessary to offer a reward of twenty-five million dollars and to employ a Colombian police commando unit specially trained for the purpose.

Then he offered the colonel $6 million, a bribe from Pablo Escobar to call off the hunt. Better yet, the officer explained, “Continue the work, but do not do yourself or Pablo Escobar any real damage.” Pablo also wanted a list of any snitches inside his own organization. Sometimes the fate of an entire nation can hinge on the integrity of one man.

Compromised: Clinton, Bush and the CIA.

podemos ser dueños de nuestro destino, aunque el mundo entero se nos oponga. No

Cuando uno llega a cierta edad, la vida no es capaz de sorprenderte o confundirte por completo. Los

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La verdad es necesaria cuando hay justicia. Pero la verdad sin reparación envenena el alma

No era del tipo de hombre que se alegra por una victoria a medias, ni se entristece por una derrota pasajera.

—Me da pena por usted, pero yo no hago negocios lícitos.

the wrath of men works not the justice of God.

Cruelty and evil were the clock hands that made Auschwitz tick.

Cruzimea si raul erau limbile ceasului care faceau Auschwitz-ul sa ticaie.

Vera ne-a reamintit ca cea mai buna hrana pentru suflet era speranta.

Existenta noastra se sfarseste atunci cand nu mai e nimeni in lume capabil sa ne iubeasca.

A core principle in our Refuge group is that we all can be an advocate and we all need an advocate. They are not mutually exclusive.

When the world is falling apart, it’s even more important that we find a way to last. The planet and its people need us to be healthy and grounded, not gasping for breath.

Whether you consider yourself a follower of Jesus or not, a life of changing ourselves to change the world is going to be a bumpy, windy, weird road.

We can often become so focused on tangible care, connection, or advocacy with others that we neglect our own souls.

Our invitation to community, which we read at the beginning of our gatherings, includes this important line: “At The Refuge, everyone gives, everyone receives.

New life, hope, and change aren’t going to magically drop on our doorstep because we wish for it, long for it, pray for it, share memes on Facebook about it.

In times of deep division, great change, and never-ending brokenness, we need brave people of practice to help us keep moving forward.

Sometimes, when reality scrapes against your heart, it is better to avoid it with daydreams.

Genocidal tyrants like Adolf Hitler have always existed, but they only triumphed when an entire people became willing accomplices to their crimes.

When she came back down, Sam and Astrid had arrived. Sam hugged Dekka, and the two of them stayed that way for a long time, saying nothing. Both had loved Brianna. To Edilio, Sam said, “I’m so sorry, man. I wish I’d . . . You know what I wish.” Edilio fought back a fresh rush of tears, nodded, waited until he was sure he could speak, and said, “I’m glad you’re back, boss.

Many of us were also taught that Jesus saves us from our pain and we’re supposed to be “above it” instead of remembering Jesus entered pain directly—his own and the world’s—to transform it.

Without healthy avenues to process loss, people fragment their experiences, neglect their real stories, numb out, and try to cope on their own, which often results in anger, depression, and anxiety.

Eram o corabie veche in mijlocul furtunii si copiii mei ma ancorau de viata. Trebuia sa continui sa lupt pentru ei, sa ma agat de speranta, sa infrunt fiecare zi si sa ma rog pentru sfarsitul cosmarului.

Reagan’s Drugs Czar, Carlton Turner, said that kids deserved to die as a punishment for smoking poisoned weed, to teach them a lesson. Two years later, he called for the death penalty for all drug users. On

Tot timpul era prezenta o condamnare la moarte care avea numele noastre scrise pe ea. Mai devreme sau mai tarziu, toti trebuie sa murim, dar in lagarul de concentrare mi se parea ca nu muream, doar incetam sa existam.

Heroic acts aren’t just about running into a burning building to save someone. It’s also rising up and saying, “No, I will not let my brothers and sisters be treated this way or the community that I live in harm the vulnerable.

A core piece of the practice of failing is embracing our humanity. Owning it, leaning into it, wearing it, and remembering we are in good company with a whole bunch of other humans who are also struggling with feelings of failure.

Contrastul dintre copacii plini de viata si strazile noroioase ale lagarului m-a facut sa ma gandesc la conditia umana mizerabila: doar noi eram capabili sa distrugem frumusetea naturala si sa transformam lumea intr-un loc inospitalier.

I was thinking about friendship, about the indestructible ties of love between two people, who until a certain time had been complete strangers, but, who, somehow, on the solitary path of life, found another soul with whom to share the journey.

I think if Jesus was here teaching in the flesh again, he’d be turning over tables, clearing out churches, and raising some serious ruckus over how we are not only missing the point but are continuing to damage far too many people in the name of God.

Sometimes we have to lose everything to find what is most important. When life robs us of what we thought we could not live without and leaves us standing naked before reality, the essential things that had always been invisible take on their true value.

I believe in every part of my soul that one of the most world-changing practices of love is to help create corrective experiences for people—to have them experience, in the flesh, something different than the damage they received in their family, life, or church.

Who would you say are the ten most powerful people in the FAYZ, Edilio?” Edilio raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Really?” “Yes.” “Number one is Albert,” Edilio said. “Then Caine. Sam. Lana.” He thought about it for a moment longer and said, “Quinn. Drake, unfortunately. Dekka. You. Me. Diana.” Astrid folded her arms in front of her. “Not Brianna? Or Orc?” “They’re both powerful, sure. But they don’t have the kind of power that moves other people, you know? Brianna’s cool, but she’s not someone who other people follow. Same with Jack. More so with Orc.

Part of the practice of celebrating is pausing and owning our own healing, movement, change, and positive shifts in our lives. It starts with us. It helps to look at where we’ve been, where we are now, what we’ve overcome, what we’ve survived, what we’ve learned, how we’ve changed.

She bit the inside of her cheek. “You wouldn’t keep secrets from me, would you? I mean we’ve been friends how long?” "We have been friends, thirteen years, eight months, two weeks, four days,” The wheelchair stopped and Ari watched the long shadow look at his watch. “Sixteen hours, four minutes and forty seven seconds and counting I’d say; give or take thirty minutes. Or if you want the short version: five thousand and four days plus or minus a few hours." She put her hands to her face and laughed to keep from crying. “Please tell me you made half of that up. Who actually keeps track of time like that?

It never stops hurting, the big losses never do, it becomes a part of your bones. It rips you apart and leaves you to figure out what to do next. It becomes a part of who you are and runs through your life like thread, coloring everything you are and do. It has informed how I choose to live, what I do, how I love. You will ache and you will hurt but you will be feeling, remembering how much love there was and how much there still is; death can never touch that. You heal and the wound closes, becoming a scar to remind you how precious things are and how well you were loved, how well you can love if you let yourself.

Sam, no!” Edilio snapped. Sam missed a step, then stopped. He looked at Edilio, puzzled. “We’re scattered. And we can’t risk you. You die and the light dies with you.” “Are you out of your mind? You think I’m going to let Drake come in here and take Diana?” “Not you, Sam. Dekka, yes. Orc, yes. He’s out there, too. And send Jack as well. Anyone but you.” Sam looked like he’d been punched. Like someone had knocked the wind out of him. He blinked and started to say something and stopped. “You aren’t replaceable, Sam. Figure it out, okay? It’s going dark and you make light. So this isn’t going to be your battle. Not now. It’s on the rest of us to step up.

MOMENTS I saw you first You looked exactly The same as before Tall and awkward and shy I walked towards you My hands clammy I felt cold inside My insides were shaking Cant run This is it. U saw me Your face brightened A smile painted on your face I missed it Your smile It brought back the past You walked I walked Nearer It feels like in the Movies Two people A boy and a girl Meeting halfway Hoping for a happy Ever after I stopped Right before I reached you I realized This isn't like the movies I turned I told myself Don’t smile You reached me Close So close I felt the urge To touch you Hug you And maybe Kiss you There weren't Hellos Only silent prayers Smiling You reached for my hand Giving me something You knew I love It was awkward You standing there Me standing there So close Too close Yet so far I looked up to you I tried to ask myself Are you for real? You smiled wider Shy but happy You left as fast As you came back It was for a second I hated time I wished it was A little bit longer With that, I knew I still want you.

This is that the understanding of the world is much broader than the Western understanding of the world. This means that the transformation of the world, and the civilizational transitions adumbrated by many indigenous, peasant, and Afrodescendant activists, might happen along pathways that might be unthinkable from the perspective of Eurocentric theories.

In its essence, the transitional stage of Shifting is when we wonder if maybe there is much more to the spiritual life than we've ever been taught, if the wild ways of Jesus are even really possible, or if we could possibly find life outside of going to church. We start dreaming of a place or way we could use our creativity and gifts without being controlled by the church or someone else's leadership. We long to engage in more meaningful relationships instead of superficial ones. We want to spend time hanging out with our neighbors instead of only church people (and without any kind of evangelism agenda). While desires look different for each of us, Shifting is about no longer feeling comfortable in our spiritual skin.

Sam. Brianna is dead.” He just stared at her. Then, in a soft, almost childlike voice, he said, “Breeze?” “She stopped Gaia. It looked like Brianna almost killed her. The second time she . . . But this time . . .” There were tears in Sam’s eyes. “My God. How is Dekka?” “Like you’d expect. Destroyed. Roger’s dead, too, so Edilio . . . It’s been really bad, Sam. Really bad. It’s like we’re in a war.” “We are.

my hope is that someday, when humanity regains its sanity, people will know that the only way to be saved from barbarianism is by love: loving books, loving people, and, though you may call me crazy, loving our enemies. There’s no doubt that love is the most revolutionary choice and, therefore, the most persecuted and reviled. Augustine of Hippo’s thrilling phrase still reverberates in my ears: “Love, and do what you will.

Johann had told me once that he had heard Himmler say on the radio that, after the war, all the Gypsies would be relocated to a reservation where they could live according to their ancestral customs without interference. It all sounded like castles in the air, but that day I could at least start dreaming. I had now been given the sacred mission of saving the Gypsy children at Birkenau, which would start by reviving their will to live in the midst of all that death

When you go back to Pablo Ecobar, this guy blew up a passenger plane, police headquarters, funded guerrillas to kill Supreme Court justices, and had the number one Colombian presidential candidate assassinated. Now there is no organization in Colombia that can go toe-to-toe with the government, that can threaten the national security of Colombia. In each successive generation of traffickers there has been a dilution of their power. “Pablo Escobar lasted fifteen years. The average kingpin here now lasts fifteen months. If you are named as a kingpin here, you are gone. The government of Colombia and the government of the United States will not allow a trafficker to exist long enough to become a viable threat.” In this analysis, drug enforcement can be seen as a giant hammer that keeps on falling. Any gangster that gets too big gets smashed by the hammer. This is known as cartel decapitation, taking out the heads of the gang. The villains are kept in check. But the drug trade does go on, and so does the war.

She’s stronger than you are, Sam. It’s like fighting yourself and Caine and Jack and Dekka, all at once.” “Yeah.” “Talk to Astrid about it.” “I already talked to Astrid.” “And she’s okay with a suicide mission? Because I’m not. You go out there, go to win, huh? Don’t go out there thinking you’re doing us a favor by getting killed.” Sam sighed. “It’s the endgame, my friend.” “Sam . . .,” Edilio began, but that was all he had, that one word, that one-word plea for a different solution. “Take care of Astrid for me. Try to keep her safe and don’t let her follow me.

I always hated when people told me not to aspire to certain things because I was a woman. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be told this simply because of my skin color. One of the many things I’ve learned is that when you’ve been holed up in a safe house with someone who doesn’t look like you or speak the same language, but who was ready to break bread with you and even fight by your side—you quickly realized that there were a lot more important things to gripe about. At the end of the day, people were just people—blood, sweat and tears, heart and soul.

GCHQ has traveled a long and winding road. That road stretches from the wooden huts of Bletchley Park, past the domes and dishes of the Cold War, and on towards what some suggest will be the omniscient state of the Brave New World. As we look to the future, the docile and passive state described by Aldous Huxley in his Brave New World is perhaps more appropriate analogy than the strictly totalitarian predictions offered by George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four. Bizarrely, many British citizens are quite content in this new climate of hyper-surveillance, since its their own lifestyle choices that helped to create 'wired world' - or even wish for it, for as we have seen, the new torrents of data have been been a source of endless trouble for the overstretched secret agencies. As Ken Macdonald rightly points out, the real drives of our wired world have been private companies looking for growth, and private individuals in search of luxury and convenience at the click of a mouse. The sigint agencies have merely been handed the impossible task of making an interconnected society perfectly secure and risk-free, against the background of a globalized world that presents many unprecedented threats, and now has a few boundaries or borders to protect us. Who, then, is to blame for the rapid intensification of electronic surveillance? Instinctively, many might reply Osama bin Laden, or perhaps Pablo Escobar. Others might respond that governments have used these villains as a convenient excuse to extend state control. At first glance, the massive growth of security, which includes includes not only eavesdropping but also biometric monitoring, face recognition, universal fingerprinting and the gathering of DNA, looks like a sad response to new kinds of miscreants. However, the sad reality is that the Brave New World that looms ahead of us is ultimately a reflection of ourselves. It is driven by technologies such as text messaging and customer loyalty cards that are free to accept or reject as we choose. The public debate on surveillance is often cast in terms of a trade-off between security and privacy. The truth is that luxury and convenience have been pre-eminent themes in the last decade, and we have given them a much higher priority than either security or privacy. We have all been embraced the world of surveillance with remarkable eagerness, surfing the Internet in a global search for a better bargain, better friends, even a better partner. GCHQ vast new circular headquarters is sometimes represented as a 'ring of power', exercising unparalleled levels of surveillance over citizens at home and abroad, collecting every email, every telephone and every instance of internet acces. It has even been asserted that GCHQ is engaged in nothing short of 'algorithmic warfare' as part of a battle for control of global communications. By contrast, the occupants of 'Celtenham's Doughnut' claim that in reality they are increasingly weak, having been left behind by the unstoppable electronic communications that they cannot hope to listen to, still less analyse or make sense of. In fact, the frightening truth is that no one is in control. No person, no intelligence agency and no government is steering the accelerating electronic processes that may eventually enslave us. Most of the devices that cause us to leave a continual digital trail of everything we think or do were not devised by the state, but are merely symptoms of modernity. GCHQ is simply a vast mirror, and it reflects the spirit of the age.

Además del surgimiento de sectas entre los masones, los masones han sido los impulsores de nuevos ritos y religiones, especialmente las de carácter oriental. De esta manera, como veremos a continuación, la influencia de la masonería en el movimiento teosófico y en Helena Blavastsky a la postre supuso la importación de todo tipo de ideas orientales tales como el yoga, la meditación, las gemas y todo tipo de ritos. Esas ideas ocultistas evolucionaron en muchos casos hasta convertirse en nuevas oleadas de esoterismo, como sucedió en el caso de la Nueva Era, que era una versión actualizada de la Teosofía del siglo XIX y principios del siglo XX. La Nueva Era influyó a toda una generación y promovió, en alguna manera, muchas de las ideas y prácticas religiosas actuales en occidente. Pero el verdadero semillero de nuevas sectas fue el siglo XIX. Muchas de ellas aprovecharon lo que en Estados Unidos se conoció como «Nuevo Despertar», un movimiento de avivamiento cristiano, para proliferar y extenderse por todo el mundo.

Where’s Sam?” Brianna asked. “He’s out. So is Edilio,” Dekka said. “You going to tell us what’s in the bag or do we have to guess?” Brianna stopped. She was disappointed. In her imagination the big revelation would have been to an admiring Sam Temple. He was the one she wanted to impress. Failing that, Edilio, who was generally warm and sweet to her. But she was tired and wanted to put the bag down. Also, she couldn’t keep the secret any longer. She climbed nimbly up to the top deck of the boat, grinned, and said, “Is it anyone’s birthday? Because I have a present.” “Breeze,” Dekka warned. So Brianna opened the bag. Dekka looked inside. “What is it?” So Brianna upended the bag. Dead lizards, broken eggs, and Drake’s head landed on the antiskid flooring. “Ahhhh!” Astrid screamed. “Ah, Jesus!” Dekka yelled. “I know,” Brianna said proudly. What lay there was something to strike envy into the heart of a horror movie special-effects expert. The two halves of Drake’s head had started to rejoin. But because the halves had been tossed wildly together, the process was very incomplete. Very. In fact at the moment the halves were backward, so that the left half was looking one direction and the right half another. Sections of neck and spine stuck both up and down. The part that held most of Drake’s mouth was stuffed with hair from the back of his head. And, somehow, bits of dead lizard were squeezed in between. But the dead lizards thus incorporated were no longer dead. And there was egg white smeared across one eye. The mouth was trying to speak and not managing it. A lizard tail whipped one eye—hard to tell if it was left or right—a parody of Drake’s whip arm. The three of them stared: Astrid with blue eyes wide, hand over mouth; Dekka with mouth wide open and brow furrowed; Brianna like a proud school kid showing off her art project. “Ta-da!” Brianna said.