Ester Quotes

Ester asked why people are sad. "That’s simple," says the old man. "They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people's ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams.

While Leo fussed over his helm controls, Hazel and Frank relayed the story of the fish-centaurs and their training camp. 'Incredible,' Jason said. 'These are really good brownies.' 'That's your only comment?' Piper demanded. He looked surprised. 'What? I heard the story. Fish-centaurs. Merpeople. Letter of intro to the Tiber River god. Got it. But these brownies--' 'I know,' Frank said, his mouth full. 'Try them with Ester's peach preserves.' 'That,' Hazel said, 'is incredibly disgusting.' 'Pass me the jar, man,' Jason said. Hazel and Piper exchanged a look of total exasperation. Boys.

Others inspire us, information feeds us, practice improves our performance, but we need quiet time to figure things out, to emerge with new discoveries, to unearth original answers.

Ester would tell her to dance faster, leap higher, to laugh out loud with all the breath in lungs. That’s what the dead would tell the living, if they could—to grab hold of joy whenever it comes.

Ma perché questo, Efix, dimmi, tu che hai girato il mondo: è da per tutto così? Perché la sorte ci stronca così, come canne? – Sì, – egli disse allora, – siamo proprio come le canne al vento, donna Ester mia. Ecco perché! Siamo canne, e la sorte è il vento.

For a while he'd tried molding himself into the tragic Romantic hero, brooding and staring clench-jawed off into space as he composed dark verse in his head. But it turned out that trying to appear tragic in Incontinence, Indiana, was redundant, and his mother kept shouting at him and making him forget his rhymes. "Tommy, if you keep grinding your teeth like that, they'll wear away and you'll have to have dentures like Aunt Ester." Tommy only wished his beard was as heavy as Aunt Ester's---then he could stare out over the moors while he stroked it pensively.

Do you wonder, ever,” said Ester quietly, “whether our own will alters anything? Or whether we’re determined to be as we are by the very working of the world?

Varje gång hon kommenterade något blev det stumt. Hugo följde aldrig upp det Ester sa. Ester följde alltid upp det Hugo sa. Ingen av dem var riktigt intresserad av henne men båda var intresserade av honom.

Yes I can smile, but it's so easy to fake it. Yes I can act like I'm happy, but inside I'm falling apart. Yes I can pretend like everything is ok, but in reality I'm broken.

Hugo never followed up anything Ester said. Ester always followed up what Hugo said. Neither of them was really interested in her but they were both interested in him.

The saving of a life is equal in merit to the saving of the world. So it is said, he who saves one life saves a world. Yet if this was so, then what exactly was meant by world? Were there worlds of different size and merit? Or was the world of one soul as capacious as the world that contained all of creation—infinite, even? Was Ester’s world, peopled by her parents and her brother, equal to all the others God had created?

She had devoted her life to remembering. And yet she’d failed. She had, somewhere across the years, forgotten what she’d once understood. What Ester Velasquez had understood. That desire was the only truth worth following.

Mi único consuelo era que los dioses nos odiaran a todos por igual, y que mi hermana supiera, al igual que yo, que la traición y la muerte son también hermanas.

What is the purpose of study?” the rabbi had asked. She’d said, “That the spirit be clothed in reason, which is more warming than ignorance.” The rabbi had corrected, gently, “Yet the text we studied said knowledge, Ester, not reason.” And she’d countered, “But reason is more warming, for it seeds knowledge. But knowledge can grow nothing outside itself.” The rabbi had smiled then, though with a furrowed brow. “You have a good mind,” he’d said after a moment.

Nature gave a woman not only body but also intelligence, and a wish to employ it. Was it then predetermined that one side of Ester’s nature must suffocate the other? If two of God’s creations were opposed, must it be that God decided in advance that one was more perfect and therefore must be victorious? Did God determine before each storm that either the wind or the oak tree must prevail, one being more dear to Him? Or perhaps, rather, the storm itself was God’s most prized creation—and only through it could the contest between wind and oak tree be resolved, and one proven hardier. Perhaps—she trembled at her own heresy—the storm itself was God.

Are you really going to turn down gifted help? That's your plan? Do without what could make all the difference?" "My plan is to move swiftly, strike fast, and get out. You would slow me down." She arched an admonishing eyebrow. "And if you break a leg in a badger hole while moving swiftly, who is going to help you? I'm going with you, Lord Rahl, and that is all there is to it." Richard pressed his lips tight as he appraised the determination in her dark eyes. "You are one stubborn little girl." "Not a girl," she said with conviction. "Samantha, sorceress serving the Lord Rahl." ****** Richard sighed as he rose up from beside Kahlan. "I know. But there's no choice. It's something I have to do. This threat could kill people in numbers beyond your ability to imagine. I'm the Lord Rahl. I have to do what is necessary to protect all the people of the New World." Ester dipped her head. "I can't argue with the word of the Lord Rahl..." Ester gestured at Samantha. "But why is she going?" "Because she is stubborn," Richard said.

If death comes to you this night, are you prepared to give up your account? What would your record of this last day be? A blank? What! Have you done nothing for the Master? Then what have you done against Him? Nothing? Nay, verily! Is not the Bible doctrine, 'He that is not for me is against me?

That is the vital point," he said. "Yet how much more ashamed we often seem to be of man's judgment than of God's.

The alt-tech aspirin seems to be stitching my skull back together in the most painful way possible. "Those are my two choices of which Nemo I want to be? The angry one or the paranoid one?' 'No.' Ester jots something down - hopefully not therapy notes. Maybe Dev fell into that trap. He thought he had to choose. Maybe you don't have to. You both have some Dakkar personality traits, sure. But you can decide to be a different kind of Captain Nemo.

As soon as the period of mourning for Dona Ester was over and the big house on the corner was finished, Esteban Trueba and Clara del Valle were married in a modest ceremony. Esteban gave his wife a set of diamond jewelry, which she thought beautiful. She packed it away in a shoe box and quickly forgot where she had put it. They spent their honeymoon in Italy and two days after they were on the boat. Esteban was as madly in love as an adolescent, despite the fact that the movement of the ship made Clara uncontrollably ill and the tight quarters gave her asthma. Seated by her side in the narrow cabin, pressing cold compress to her forehead and holding her while she vomited, he felt profoundly happy and desired her with unjust intensity considering the wretched state to which she was reduced. On the fourth day at sea, she woke up feeling better and they went out on deck to look at the sea. Seeing her with her wind-reddened nose, and laughing at the slightest provocation, Esteban swore that sooner or later she would come to love him as he needed to be loved, even if it meant he had to resort to extreme measures. He realized that Clara did not belong to him and that if she continued living in her world of apparitions, three-legged chairs that moved of their own volition, and cards that spelled out the future, she probably never would. Clara's impudent and nonchalant sensuality was also not enough for him. He wanted far more than her body; he wanted control over that undefined and luminous material that lay within her and that escaped him even in those moments when she appeared to be dying of pleasure. His hands felt very heavy, his feet very big, his voice very hard, his beard very scratchy, and his habits of rape and whoring very deeply ingrained, but even if he had to turn himself inside out like a glove, he was prepared to do everything in his power to seduce her.

While conversion of sugars to ethanol is the predominant reaction, it is only one of potentially thousands of biochemical reactions taking place during fermentation. As a result, wine contains trace amounts of a large number of organic acids, esters, sugars, alcohols, and other molecules. Wine is, in fact, one of the most complex of all beverages: the fruit of a soil, climate, and vintage, digested by a fungus through a process guided by the culture, vision, and skill of an individual man or woman.

Someone will care if you just give 'em a chance. There's always people who need you as much as you need them. Don't you forget that. All you got to do is find 'em. And when you do, you find you're happier carin' about someone else than just about yourself all the time.

My grandmother," Ester said, "wished not to trap her love into taking her. She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny....

yeast produce esters in order to attract insects, hoping they will pick up the yeast and move it around. This makes bugs unwitting accomplices in the dance between sugar and yeast.

There was no end to the things that happened to sheep unless they had a shepherd who cared more about them than anything else in the world.

Yo, al principio, no deseaba casarme con un hombre que no conocía.

...siamo proprio come le canne al vento, donna Ester mia. Ecco perché! Siamo canne, e la sorte è il vento.

The words of prayer are like birds, Ester,” he said gently. “They soar.

Nowhere in the known world, it seemed to her, could she live as she'd been created: at once a creature of body and of mind. It was a precept so universal as to seem a law of nature: one aspect of a woman's existence must dominate the other. And a woman like Ester must choose, always, between desires: between fealty to her own self, or to the lives she might bring forth and nurture.

E, de súbito, tem medo de que nesta casa sejam bons para ele. Sim, um grande medo de que sejam bons para ele. Não sabe mesmo por quê, mas tem medo. E levanta-se, sai do seu esconderijo e vai fumar bem por baixo da janela da senhora. Assim verão que ele é um menino perdido, que não merece um quarto, roupa nova, comida na sala de jantar. Assim o mandarão para a cozinha, ele poderá levar para diante sua obra de vingança, conservar o ódio no seu coração. Porque se esse ódio desaparecer, ele morrerá, não terá nenhum motivo para viver. E diante dos seus olhos passa a visão do homem de colete que vê os soldados a espancar o Sem-Pernas e ri numa gargalhada brutal. Isso há de impedir sempre o Sem-Pernas de ver o rosto bondoso de dona Ester, o gesto protetor das mãos do padre José Pedro, a solidariedade dos músculos grevistas do estivador João de Adão. Será sozinho e seu ódio alcança a todos, brancos e negros, homens e mulheres, ricos e pobres. Por isso teme que sejam bons para consigo.

Les autres nous inspirent, l'information nous nourrit, la pratique améliore nos compétences, mais nous avons besoin d'être seul pour réfléchir, faire surgir de nouvelles idées et trouver des réponses originales.

Una vez, un adivino dijo que los hijos de Minos habían sido maldecidos por los dioses, y que llevaban la muerte en la sangre. Al pobre hombre lo colgaron de un árbol y lo desollaron vivo como castigo por su insolencia. Ahora sé que tenía toda la razón del mundo.

Después el rey volvió del huerto del palacio al aposento del banquete, y Amán había caído sobre el lecho en que estaba Ester. Entonces dijo el rey: ¿Querrás también violar a la reina en mi propia casa? Al proferir el rey esta palabra, le cubrieron el rostro a Amán.

I have yet to face Writer's Block and I don't believe I ever will. It is much more difficult for me to shut my imagination down to get a good nights sleep than it is to prod it to life.

Arroyo’s work, seventy-five years old, remains the standard reference on rum and its associated microorganisms—which is weird, if you think about it. As far as I can tell, no one has tried to sort through the microbiome of a dunder pit or isolate species other than the ones Arroyo recommended. Rum, especially strange, dark ones full of exotic esters, is one of the most underrated things to drink.

Thomas had a younger sister, Ester, who was a facsimile of the womanizer brother, who had behaviors that mirrored her brother’s treatment of women, for she treated men the same way, for the same reasons. The younger sister had raised her sons with a hurtful echo in their minds that said ‘men are no good’, and because they heard it so much from their mother’s mouth, I feared that they would one day believe it to be true.

Iată scriitorul care-a avut puţine femei: gata mereu să mitizeze... De fapt, cu Ester am avut o legătură de câteva luni, în care n-am vorbit despre dragoste şi n-am făcut dragoste, deşi am ajuns uneori foarte aproape de asta. Dar ne-am plimbat zilnic ore-n şir, am fost la cenacluri unde prezenţa ei era hipnotică, unde părul ei foarte lung se-nfoia aspru atrăgând toate privirile („băi, norocosule, cine-i gagica?"), am fost şi la ştranduri sordide, unde nu se putea intra în apele băloase. Când o conduceam spre casă, noaptea târziu (fireşte, pe sub stele cu şase colţuri), ne opream pe drum, luminaţi spectral de vreun bec sau de vitrinele vreunui troleibuz care trecea greoi, şi ne sărutam în disperare. Niciodată nu ţinusem în braţe un corp atât de frumos, o fată atât de simplă şi atât de, totuşi, misterioasă. Nu s-a-ntâmplat nimic deosebit în tot acest timp. Zilele-ncepuseră să se răcească, şi în seara în care Ester mi-a spus că va emigra cu familia ei în Israel mi se făcuse frig dinainte să-i aud cuvintele. Apoi am îngheţat. Ne propuseserăm tacit să nu ne-ndrăgostim unul de altul dar probabil că, fără să-mi fi dat seama, eu sau ceva din mine transgresase limitele impuse. Eram într-un parc mizer şi pustiu, sprijiniţi de o masă de şah din ciment. Am condus-o acasă, ca-ntotdeauna, ne-am sărutat ca-ntotdeauna, nu ne-am spus adio, nici măcar la revedere, apoi nu ne-am mai văzut niciodată.

I looked up to see the sun struggling behind a gray mass of snow clouds. I could relate. And then a beam of sunlight found a way through. A sign? Maybe. But what was this? I gasped. The bakery esters had refracted into visible bands of flavor. Red raspberry, orange, and the yellow of lemon and butter. Pistachio, lime, and mint green. The deepest indigo of a fresh blueberry The violet that blooms when crushed blackberries blend into buttercream. The Roy G. Biv that a baker loves. And then the darkness: chocolate, spice, coffee, and burnt-sugar caramel.

Fermentation takes place in open tanks by necessity; otherwise, the pressure from the carbon dioxide would build to dangerous levels. But when a vat of fruit juice or grain mash is left to brew in an old barn or warehouse, bugs will surely find their way in. This is not always such a bad thing: lambic brewers in Brussels realize that some of their best strains of yeast come from insects falling from the rafters. In fact, yeast produce esters in order to attract insects, hoping they will pick up the yeast and move it around. This makes bugs unwitting accomplices in the dance between sugar and yeast.

A speck of saliva flew from Ida's mouth onto Ester's lower lip. When Ida released Ester's arm and left the toilets, Ester wiped her mouth and reapplied her lipstick, but still she felt it there, the fleck of spit. In the hours which followed, Ester put her mouth to the rims of countless champagne glasses and wine glasses and shot glasses, but still she felt that spack of saliva clinging on. And even hours later, when Ester and Bernard were alone in bed and he was kissing her, all she could think about was Ida's spit on her lip, as if it were still there, pressed between her mouth and Bernard's like a cold sore.

Humphrey Point era pieno di personaggi bislacchi. Ricordo il vecchio Mortimer, per esempio, che viveva su al faro. Era un vecchio taciturno e dall'aspetto trasandato. Ricordo Melissa, mia cugina di qualche tipo di grado, che di qualcuno era figlia, ma certamente non di un McCarthy, visti i capelli neri come la pece e la carnagione caffè-latte. Ricordo la vecchia Ester, la più anziana del villaggio, che mi accolse quando nacqui, in un simbolico passaggio di consegne. Ricordo le persone. Tutte. Ma la cosa che più ricordo di Humphrey Point è la natura. Il verde della terra. Il blu del cielo. I colori di un mondo che non esiste più.

Dear Friend: Are you a Christian? What have you done to-day for Christ? Are the friends with whom you have been talking traveling toward the New Jerusalem? Did you compare notes with them as to how you were all prospering on the way? Is that stranger by your side a fellow-pilgrim? Did you ask him if he would be? Have you been careful to recommend the religion of Jesus Christ by your words, by your acts, by your looks, this day? If danger comes to you, have you this day asked Christ to be your helper? If death comes to you this night, are you prepared to give up your account? What would your record of this last day be? A blank? What! Have you done nothing for the Master? Then what have you done against Him? Nothing? Nay, verily! Is not the Bible doctrine, 'He that is not for me is against me?'  "Remember that every neglected opportunity, every idle word, every wrong thought of yours has been written down this day. You can not take back the thoughts or words; you can not recall the opportunity. This day, with all its mistakes, and blots, and mars, you can never live over again. It must go up to the judgment just as it is. Have you begged the blood of Jesus to be spread over it all? Have you resolved that no other day shall witness a repeatal of the same mistakes? Have you resolved in your own strength or in His?

The most difficult thing about you,' Ester said, 'what pains me most, is your far to keen and quite astounding sense of your assets.' 'What assets?' 'Fluctuations of capital. Relationship capital.' He encouraged her to elaborate. 'Inside you, there's an account from which you make automatic transactions. You, more than anyone else I have known, have a sense of your balance down to the last öre, and you base your behaviour towards me on that. Do you need to make a deposit, perhaps by being considerate, or can you afford to make a withdrawal by being scornful, cold and indifferent, or do you even have to touch your balance at all? Everyone has an account like this inside them, all people keep track of when they should make an effort and when they can sit back, when to make a withdrawal or a deposit. But your capital calibrator is much more finely tuned than most, and far less impacted by moral judgments. You don't seem to want to adjust it based on outside or competing perspectives, for example the well-being of your fellow man or partner. And it doesn't seem to occur to you to simply disregard it - which you can, you know. You only ever do as much as you have to. I'm sorry to say it's unsettling to watch.

Después de la nieve, huesos pastoreando mi piel en los brezales solitarios, dulce batalla. Sobre el mantel del bosque arden caballos como fuegos de nuez.

Aquí los vivos comen luz caliente con cucharas de hueso. Las tallaron los pájaros en jardines abandonados. Toma de tierra. Todo hombre es un árbol: sus extremidades ramificándose; lo inútil baja a morir en las raíces. Aquí los muertos comen la luz fría, su ceniza alimenta nuestras hojas, la fragilidad verde de la rama.

But I will tell you what I learned after I lost my sight... I walked through rooms that had once been familiar, my arms outstretched, and was fouled and thwarted by every obstacle in my path. What I learned then, Ester, is a thing that I have been learning ever since... The distance between things are vast," he said. "They are vast.

Thomas watched wealth, it struck Ester, the way some men watched a sunset.

Domestic Eroticism is wrapped in a veil of appropriateness

Nowhere in the known world, it seemed to her, could she live as she’d been created: at once a creature of body and of mind. It was a precept so universal as to seem a law of nature: one aspect of a woman’s existence must dominate the other. And a woman like Ester must choose, always, between desires: between fealty to her own self, or to the lives she might bring forth and nurture.

A woman may in some circumstances acquire what she desires without the protection of a man.” She regarded Ester. “If you find a way to live as you wish, unnatural though it might be, you’ll carry on your shoulders the weight of a thousand wives’ wishes. Though aloud all may curse you as a very devil.

You’re made differently.” He spoke quietly but for a moment his voice had its old sturdiness. “You’re like a coin made out of stone instead of metal. Or a house made out of honeycombs or feathers or maybe glass—something no one else in all the world would think to make a house of, Ester—something strange, but sound too. You’ve been like that always. But no matter all that, you’re still a woman. A woman can recover. Women aren’t”—he hesitated—“they’re not set. Not like a man is. A man has to be a hero or a . . . villain.

Sometimes, Ester, the fight is in your head. You have to win there to win anywhere.

How wrong she’d been, to believe a mind could reign over anything. For it did not reign even over itself . . . and despite all the arguments of all the philosophers, Ester now saw that thought proved nothing. Had Descartes, near his own death, come at last to see his folly?

My grandmother,” Ester said, “wished not to trap her love into taking her. She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny. She said she wished the Englishman’s eyes to see her ever in beauty and joy, and never as something pitiable, for his memory of her was her greatest treasure.

Do it, Ester. If you must, then deceive your husband just as you deceived me—but you’ll do it with a full belly and a house with children. I wish

There is no waiting then, for the muse to descend. You take up where you left off the night before. You come to the workbench every morning and ask yourself, "Where was I?" Inspiration is for amateurs, somebody once said. The creativity is incremental, not divorced from the making. You invent while you make. You work in the churn of the moment, and the forms seem to determine their own shape. You think with your hands. The carving thinks with your hands.

nosotros. Te pedimos que podamos tener sabiduría y entendimiento del tiempo en que vivimos; que pudiéramos ver las cosas desde tu perspectiva. Que tú siempre puedas guiarnos; que podamos volver nuestras espaldas a nuestra propia vida de manera que podamos vivir Tu

La última sección comienza con Salmos, y continúa con Proverbios, Job, Cantar de los Cantares, Rut, Lamentaciones, Eclesiastés, Ester, Daniel, Esdras, Nehemías y las Crónicas. Miles nota que ese orden enfatiza un sentido creciente del silencio o el abandono de Dios. De hecho, después del largo discurso al final de Job, Dios nunca habla de nuevo.

Tengo cuentas fantasmas con los pendientes de mi pasado

«Di' le tue ultime preghiere, mostro, perché oggi è giunta la tua ora!» «Ecciù!» Gemma si voltò e vide che la principessa si era portata le mani al naso. «Sei raffreddata?» le chiese. «Oh, no, è la mia allergia ai cliché.»

CASA DELFÍN Ana Dakkar, monitora Lee-Ann Best Virgil Esparza Halimah Nasser Jack Wu CASA TIBURÓN Gemini Twain, monitor Dru Cardenas Cooper Dunne Kiya Jensen Eloise McManus CASA CEFALÓPODO Tia Romero, monitora Robbie Barr Nelinha da Silva Meadow Newman Kay Ramsay CASA ORCA Franklin Couch, monitor Ester Harding Linzi Huang Rhys Morrow Brigid Salter

Ana fumbled for Ester's hand as the world spun around her. She'd feared Auschwitz would be hell but had not known hell could be so very deep or so desperately inhuman

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Biodiesel is a renewable fuel produced from animal fats or vegetable oils (edible and nonedible) through the transesterification process. The triglycerides of fatty acids present in the aforementioned feedstock are responsible for their high viscosity and make them undesirable for their use as fuel. Pure oil/fats have less density and heating value than the fossil-derived fuels. Therefore, the transesterification of the oils/fats is carried out to reduce their viscosity and to enhance the density and calorific value [75]. During transesterification, the triglycerides react with alcohols such as methanol or ethanol in the presence of an alkali catalyst such as sodium hydroxide or potassium hydroxide at atmospheric pressure around 50–70 ℃ temperature [76]. Transesterification produces fatty acid alkyl esters as the main product, which is called biodiesel, while glycerol is formed as the by-product. The length of the carbon chain in the biodiesel varies over a wide range from C8 to C25 [77

Jenže Ester neuspěla proto, že byla fatalistka, ale naopak proto, že vzala věci do svých rukou a logiku předurčeného osudu zvrátila. Uvěřila, že i ve světě ,,bez Boha" lze věci změnit, pokud člověk projeví vlastní vůli. To je jedno z hlavních sdělení svitku až do dnešních dnů: Vždycky je naděje, pokud se někdo odhodlá a stane se novou Ester. Nebo Hadasou?

Postava Máří Magdaleny by možná měla být čtena v kontextu Starého zákona. Ten se silnými a nezávislými ženami jen hemží, od Sáry až po královnu Ester. Takové postavy v Novém zákoně téměř nenajdeme a evangelia jsou v tomto smyslu spíše součástí řecké, a nikoli hebrejské literatury. Evangelia byla ostatně sepsána řecky pro řeckojazyčné publikum, s jinými představami o ženách, cudnosti i svatosti.

I haven’t felt this way in a long…long time. I didn’t even know that I could feel this way for someone else. Aaron feels so safe.

Oh,” Jeannie said

Eliza

But I didn’t make adequate plans

Until 1978, archaea were thought to be bacteria, but they are quite different; bacteria are ester-based organisms, while archaea are ether based and the more stable of the two.

A mulher clitoridiana torna-se a figura da consciência feminina: “para desfrutar plenamente do orgasmo clitoridiano, a mulher deve encontrar uma autonomia psíquica”. A reivindicação da diferença sexual significa menos o confinamento em um esquema binário que a desconstrução do conceito de igualdade. As feministas radicais não procuram ser tratadas como iguais aos homens, mas ser consideradas – e antes de tudo se considerar – elas mesmas como o que são “autenticamente”, diferentes. Reconhecer-se como clitoridiana era na época um verdadeiro coming out. Com a “mulher clitoridiana”, a diferença saía do armário. Para Lonzi, a crítica da construção heteronormativa da sexualidade feminina (ainda não é do ponto de vista temático uma questão de teoria do gênero) também supõe evidentemente uma rejeição da psicanálise freudiana e de sua equação entre clitóris e imaturidade, que transformam as mulheres em “aspirantes vaginais”. A recusa da psicanálise freudiana é semelhante à rejeição da dialética hegeliana. O feminismo, para as mulheres, toma o lugar da psicanálise para os homens. Na psicanálise, o homem encontra as razões que o tornam inatacável […]. No feminismo, a mulher encontra a consciência feminina coletiva que elabora os temas de sua liberação. A categoria de repressão na psicanálise equivale à do senhor-escravo no marxismo [e no hegelianismo]: ambos visam a uma utopia patriarcal que vê a mulher como o último ser humano reprimido e subjugado para sustentar o esforço grandioso do mundo masculino que rompe as correntes da repressão e da escravidão. Questão fundamental da autoconsciência feminista, o clitóris marca doravante a distância irredutível entre submissão e responsabilidade. Mas como evitar, entre mulheres, a reconstituição da potência fálica? A redução da distância? Em seu diário, Lonzi evoca dolorosamente as dificuldades que encontra com Ester, sua companheira, que se sente dominada por ela. Com Ester, só posso me calar. Ela está furiosa consigo mesma e não suporta isso. Agora, ousa dizer o que nunca havia dito, o que era impensável: que, em nossa relação, eu sou o homem e ela é a mulher. É assim que a dicotomia vaginal versus clitoridiana retorna, e nem o feminismo poderá pôr um fim nisso.

You need to sort out your feelings first so we know where we stand,

barely let go of her hand for the duration of the night, but she wasn’t complaining.

sua presenza e la sua azione rivela la presenza attiva di Dio nel groviglio spesso drammatico delle vicende umane. La sua missione è quella di svelare che la storia che viviamo è storia di salvezza; sotto l’involucro delle azioni umane e del tempo opera un altro grande protagonista, il Dio liberatore. Il Signore celebra le sue vittorie coi deboli ed è proprio su questa strada che può prendere corpo l’applicazione alla storia di Maria, colei che ha cantato nel Magnificat la sua certezza che Dio «rovescia i potenti dai troni e innalza gli umili» (Luca 1,52). Debora e Maria di Nàzaret, vissuta più di mille anni dopo la «profetessa» d’Israele, sono unite da un motivo teologico fondamentale che dovremo ripetere per tutte le altre donne dell’Antico Testamento che incontreremo (Rut, Anna, Ester, Giuditta) e che la tradizione cristiana ha raccordato alla madre di Gesù: «Dio ha scelto ciò che nel mondo è ignobile e disprezzato e ciò che è nulla per ridurre al nulla le cose che sono» (1Corinzi 1,27-28). La coscienza della propria povertà, umiltà, semplicità, non significa fatalismo, inerzia, quietismo. Come in Debora, che sa di avere una missione da compiere di portata storica, così anche Maria è consapevole che Dio la sta avviando su una strada unica e sorprendente. Non si tratta di un’umiltà che si avvita su se stessa, crogiolandosi in malinconie o nostalgie o frustrazioni. Essere «serva del Signore» è, sì, la coscienza del proprio limite creaturale, ma unito all’azione divina e alla vocazione straordinaria a cui si è chiamati.

Dogs live in the moment, and don’t have a concept of past or future. That’s why you must immediately correct your dog if it breaks the rules. The old trick of rubbing your puppy’s face in his poop or urine is not effective - your dog will have no idea why it is being punished.

AMERICAN WHEAT OR RYE BEER Refreshing wheat or rye beers can display more hop character and less yeast character than their German cousins. This is a beginner-level style that can be brewed by extract or all-grain methods. Ferments at 65° F (18° C). OG FG IBU Color Alcohol 1.040-1.055 (10-13.6 °P) 1.008-1.013 (2.1-3.3 °P) 15-30 3-6 SRM 6-12 EBC 4-5.5% ABV 3.2-4.3% ABW Keys to Brewing American Wheat or Rye Beer: This easy-drinking beer style usually has a subtly grainy wheat character, slightly reminiscent of crackers. The hop flavor and aroma are more variable, with some versions having no hop character, while others have a fairly noticeable citrus or floral flair. Even when the hops are more prominent, they should not be overwhelming, and the hop bitterness should be balanced. The rye version of this style has a slight spicy, peppery note from the addition of rye in place of some or all of the wheat. The key mistake many brewers make is in assuming that American wheat beer should be similar to German hefeweizen. However, this style should not have the clove and banana character of a hefeweizen. This beer should not be as malty (bready) as a German hefeweizen, either, so all-grain brewers will want to use a less malty American two-row malt. To get the right fermentation profile, it is important to use a fairly neutral yeast strain, one that doesn’t produce a lot of esters like the German wheat yeasts do. While you can substitute yeast like White Labs WLP001 California Ale, Wyeast 1056 American Ale, or Fermentis Safale US-05, a better choice is one that provides some crispness, such as an altbier or Kölsch yeast, and fermentation at a cool temperature. RECIPE: KENT'S HOLLOW LEG It was the dead of winter and I was in Amarillo, Texas, on a business trip with Kent, my co-worker. That evening at dinner I watched as Kent drank a liter of soda, several glasses of water, and three or four liters of American wheat beer. I had a glass of water and one liter of beer, and I went to the bathroom twice. Kent never left the table. When I asked Kent about his superhuman bladder capacity, he thought it was due to years of working as a programmer glued to his computer and to the wonderful, easy-drinking wheat beer. This recipe is named in honor of Kent’s amazing bladder capacity. This recipe has a touch more hop character than many bottled, commercial examples on the market, but a lot less than some examples you might find. If you want less hop character, feel free to drop the late hop additions. If you really love hops and want to make a beer with lots of hop flavor and aroma, increase the late hop amounts as you see fit. However, going past the amounts listed below might knock it out of consideration in many competitions for being “too hoppy for style,” no matter how well it is brewed. OG: 1.052 (12.8 °P) FG: 1.012 (3.0 °P) ADF: 77% IBU: 20 Color: 5 SRM (10 EBC) Alcohol: 5.3% ABV (4.1% ABW) Boil: 60 minutes Pre-Boil Volume: 7 gallons (26.5L) Pre-Boil Gravity: 1.044 (11.0 °P) Extract Weight Percent Wheat LME (4 °L) 8.9 lbs. (4.03kg) 100 Hops   IBU Willamette 5.0% AA, 60 min. 1.0 oz. (28g) 20.3 Willamette 5.0% AA, 0 min. 0.3 oz. (9g) 0 Centennial 9.0% AA, 0 min. 0.3 oz. (9g) 0 Yeast White Labs WLP320 American Hefeweizen, Wyeast 1010 American Wheat, or Fermentis Safale US-05 Fermentation and Conditioning Use 10 grams of properly rehydrated dry yeast, 2 liquid yeast packages, or make a starter. Ferment at 65° F (18° C). When finished, carbonate the beer to approximately 2.5 volumes. All-Grain Option Replace the wheat extract with 6 lbs. (2.72kg) American two-row malt and 6 lbs. (2.72kg) wheat malt. Mash at 152° F (67° C). Rye Option This beer can also be made with a portion of malted rye. The rye gives the beer a slightly spicy note and adds a certain creamy mouthfeel. Replace the wheat extract with 6 lbs. (2.72kg) American two-row malt, 3.75 lbs. (1.70kg) rye malt, and 3 lbs. (1.36kg) wheat malt. Mash at 152° F (67° C).

When we are blind to systemic causes of problems, all the solutions we try will likely make matters worse. —Ester Derby

Bitiş Ester'in söyledikleridir Yalnızlığına korku vurma Ester'in söyledikleridir Ve gelsin ve geçsin bütün sözlerim Gelsin ve geçsin Ester'in söyledikleridir İnsanların içinden Kendim olup taşayım Ester'in söyledikleridir İnsanlara uzaklık vurma Ama herkes ki kendisi olsun Sonra herkes kendisi olsun Bir gün herkes kendisi olsun Ester'in söyledikleridir Dünyada bakınıp durma Bütün ol ve ayrı tut ki kendini Zaten öyledir Çünkü öyledir.

But do you think it is wise to spend your time in studying the imperfect copies, without looking at the perfect pattern? You would not take the child's careless imitation as a proof that his teacher could not write. I thank you for helping me to-day. I wish you would help my boys when you can; and I wish you would study my Master instead of me. Good morning.

El Progreso del Peregrino ha sido el segundo libro en distribución e impacto después de las Escrituras entre el mundo entero. De hecho nuestra sociedad hoy sería diferente si no fuera por ese libro. Así

Kreeklastele meeldib vaba olla - vaba vormiriietest, liigsetest reeglitest ja regulatsioonidest, murest teeäärsete prügiväljade üle ja kohustusest olla naabrist parem.

Perevägivald kui selline on Kreekas üldse tunnistamata termin. Ning kui abielunaine keeldub seksist ja mees läheb seda mujalt otsima, siis seaduse järgi on korrarikkuja naine, mitte mees!

Aunt Ester: He didn't care if anybody else knew if he did or not. He knew. He didn't do it for the people standing around watching. He did it for himself. He say I'd rather die in truth than to live a lie. That way he can say that his life is worth more than a bucket of nails. What is your life worth, Mr. Citizen? That what you got to find out. You got to find a way to live in truth. If you live right you die right.

Han sank. Hans tætklippede skæg var fyldt med tårer, der reflekterede solskinnet. ”Det hele startede, før du så det i nyhederne,” sagde han, selvom jeg allerede havde regnet den del ud. ”Da de viste manden ved grænsen, og alle troede, det var starten, havde vi allerede adskillelige tusinde døde, og evakueringen var startet. Alting foregår altid under overfladen, du ved, som et isbjerg. I den sidste besked sagde Sara, at de havde mødt Ester, vores nabo, på vej hjem fra Netto. At hun havde virket dårlig, svedende og rystende. Hun havde aet Erik på kinden, som hun plejede, og Sara havde ikke nået at stoppe hende. Så var hun gået ind for at lægge sig, Ester, som hun sagde, og Sara havde skyndt sig ind med Erik og sprittet hans ansigt og hænder. Tre og fyrre minutter senere ringede hun til mig på hospitalet. Tre og fyrre minutter, Amanda.” Jeg græd også nu. Det var ikke mine tab, men jeg græd for alle og alting.

Occasionally,” she answered. “It’s usually not a big deal, but lately, it’s getting constant and more intense.” “Did you take any pills?” “I think I developed a tolerance for the pills,

Standing in front of the painting, Ester turned all her statements into questions. This bothered me, but it felt shameful to be upset about something stupid in front of something masterful. It was shameful to be this upset in general. I was twenty-two, with a college degree and long brown hair and thighs that looked more like my mother’s every day. And yet every day, it seemed, I was discovering new ways to feel fourteen again.

Eliza’s a BIG believer in love. She writes sweet romances that make you swoon, laugh and believe in love again. A mother of two children, Eliza and her husband of twenty-five years live in NH. She enjoys spending time with them and taking care of her many pets. When she isn’t working on her next book, you can find her at the local nursery looking for the next hybrid tea rose to add to her garden.

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Ester lay silent under the cover, willing herself toward the sweet sleep she now craved more than almost all else. The death of each day’s life. End it, she thought. End this day’s life if the world holds mercy.

Ester wanted to take him in her own thin arms and race him to some imagined place of safety.

Furthermore, the most important quality to maintain is spiritual centeredness. I was enamored with the praise and the rewards given to me by those who wanted me to be their cultural critic. My feet almost slipped because I lacked the centeredness of many of my Biblical Heroes. Without a proper centeredness, internal gentrification would’ve consumed Moses, Daniel, and Ester. They recognized the luxury at their disposal in the palace but they never let the luxury define them, or their calling. I still frequent the palaces of Christianity and academia. I’ve tasted their wines and I’ve learned their cultures and I know how to operate around kings and queens. I can seek the flourishing of Babylon as Jeremiah instructed without turning away from my God. Gentrification may come but I will never lose the prophetic voice in my heart. Besides, I do not like the god they have made.

Ester saw that she’d used belladonna drops to dilate them, sacrificing the day’s vision for the chance to seem to Thomas more melting, more womanly.

I even miraculously avoided getting a tramp stamp.

You-ins. The even more hillbilly adaptation of “y’all.” I never used it. You know I always was a “y’all” girl.

I was always a dumb, careless teenager. But at that moment, never before in my life had I given fewer f*cks.

European perfumery started in earnest around the turn of the twentieth century, and developed apace with the discovery of aroma chemicals: coumarin, vanillin, cyclamen aldehyde, the great nitro musks. The Great War left industry and cities largely intact and killed countless males. Many factors then conspired to make the period 1918-1939 the golden age of mass perfumery: working women vying for the remaining men, cheap aroma chemicals, cheap labor to harvest the naturals, flourishing visual arts and music, the obsolescence of prewar bourgeois dignity, replaced by irreverence and optimism. The WWII destroyed the great engine of European chemistry (Germany). The tail end of German chemistry on the Rhine lay in the neutral Switzerland and was untouched, which is wy today two of the biggest perfumery houses in the world (Firmenich and Givaudan) are Swiss. Postwar France stank. In 1951, six years after the Liberation, only one household in fifteen had an internal bathroom. The Paris Metro at rush hour was famous for its unwashed stench. Given cost constraints, French perfumes in those years ('50) had an air de famille, a perfumey feel based on then-cheap drydown materials like sandalwood oil and salicylate esters. Being able to smell someone's fragrance was a sign of intimacy. When a perfume left a trail (called sillage) it was remarked upon, usually unfavourably. It is a strange coincidence, or perhaps a hint of the existence of God, that skin melanin is a polymer spontaneously formed from phenols, and that the perfumery materials that defined American perfumery were also in good part phenols.

El titular del libro de Ester dice: El alivio vendrá. . . ¿serás parte de él?

Trying to express the leaf, the carvers inadvertently had expressed themselves. But it was a superior kind of self-expression, coming not from narcissism or exhibitionism, but from a union with their subject. It was unconscious, unintended: an unimportant side effect....If you want to express yourself, stop expressing yourself. Better yet, stop wanting to express yourself....Forget yourself. It will improve your work. Let the things you make proceed by their own design.

something I cannot give you.