Feb Quotes

If for a while the harder you try, the harder it gets, take heart. So it has been with the best people who ever lived. (The Inconvenient Messiah, BYU Speeches, Feb 15, 1982)

An Omelet a la Feb,” she corrected him. “I can’t say that,” he told her. “Why not?” “I’m a man, Feb. I don’t say shit like, ‘a la’ anything.

You work three jobs? Uniquely American, isn't it? I mean, that is fantastic that you're doing that." To a divorced mother of three, Omaha, Nebraska, Feb. 4, 2005

If there is a hard, high wall and an egg that breaks against it, no matter how right the wall or how wrong the egg, I will stand on the side of the egg. Why? Because each of us is an egg, a unique soul enclosed in a fragile egg. Each of us is confronting a high wall. The high wall is the system which forces us to do the things we would not ordinarily see fit to do as individuals . . . We are all human beings, individuals, fragile eggs. We have no hope against the wall: it's too high, too dark, too cold. To fight the wall, we must join our souls together for warmth, strength. We must not let the system control us -- create who we are. It is we who created the system. (Jerusalem Prize acceptance speech, JERUSALEM POST, Feb. 15, 2009)

Like it right now or not, Feb, couple days ago, you gave yourself back to me. You think I’m lettin’ that go, think again because, baby, you’re fucking wrong.

Our hearts are not pure: our hearts are filled with need and greed as much as with love and grace, and we wrestle with our hearts all the time. The wrestling is who we are. How we wrestle is who we are. What we want to be is never what we are. Not yet. Maybe that's why we have these relentless engines in our chests, driving us forward toward what we might be." Orion (Jan/Feb 2005)

In order to create you have to believe in your ability to do so and that often means excluding whole chunks of normal life, and, of course, pumping yourself up as much as possible as a way of keeping on. Sort of cheering for yourself in the great football stadium of life." (Barnes & Noble Review, email dialogue with Cameron Martin, Feb. 09, 2009)

For the first time in twenty-two years after the jaw tilt, Feb didn’t take her eyes off him. And for the first time in twenty-two years, he gave her a smile.

The victims of PTSD often feel morally tainted by their experiences, unable to recover confidence in their own goodness, trapped in a sort of spiritual solitary confinement, looking back at the rest of the world from beyond the barrier of what happened. They find themselves unable to communicate their condition to those who remained at home, resenting civilians for their blind innocence. The Moral Injury, New York Times. Feb 17, 2015

I’ve moved on, Colt.” “Bullshit, Feb, you’re stuck, same as me.

People generally don’t suffer high rates of PTSD after natural disasters. Instead, people suffer from PTSD after moral atrocities. Soldiers who’ve endured the depraved world of combat experience their own symptoms. Trauma is an expulsive cataclysm of the soul. The Moral Injury, New York Times. Feb 17, 2015

Sometimes we carry unhappy feelings about past hurts too long. We spend too much energy dwelling on things that have passed and cannot be changed. We struggle to close the door and let go of the hurt. If, after time, we can forgive whatever may have caused the hurt, we will tap 'into a life-giving source of comfort' through the Atonement, and the 'sweet peace' of forgiveness will be ours ("My Journey to Forgiving," Ensign, Feb. 1997. 43). Some injuries are so hurtful and deep that healing comes only with help from a higher power and hope for perfect justice and restitution in the next life. . . . You can tap into that higher power and receive precious comfort and sweet peace.

Like most novelists, I like to do exactly the opposite of what I'm told. It's in my nature as a novelist. Novelists can't trust anything they haven't seen with their own eyes or touched with their own hands. (Jerusalem Prize acceptance speech, JERUSALEM POST, Feb. 15, 2009)

We may not know what lies ahead of us in the future years, nor even in the days or hours immediately beyond. But for a few yards, or possibly only a few feet, the track is clear, our duty is plain, our course is illumined. For that short distance, for the next step, lighted by the inspiration of God, go on! ("Three Parables—The Unwise Bee, the Owl Express, and Two Lamps", Ensign, Feb. 2003, 8 - https://new.lds.org/ensign/2003/02/th...)

They called themselves "The Febs," which was an acronym for "Four-eyed Bastards.

When in situations of stress, we wonder if there is any more in us to give, we can be comforted to know that God, who knows our capabilities perfectly, placed us here to succeed. No one was foreordained to fail or to be wicked. When we have been weighed and found wanting, let us remember that we were measured before and were found equal to our tasks; and therefore, let us continue but with a more determined discipleship." (Ensign, Feb. 1979, 73.)

Koerver reports another example of delusional thinking within the German navy. Adm. Edouard von Capelle said, on Feb. 1, 1917, “From a military point of view I rate the effect of America coming on the side of our enemies as nil.” Tuchman, Zimmermann Telegram, 139; Koerver, German Submarine Warfare, xxxiii.

As inscribed on John Keats' tombstone: This Grave contains all that was Mortal, of a YOUNG ENGLISH POET, Who on his Death Bed, in the Bitterness of his Heart, at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these Words to be engraven on his Tomb Stone: "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water." Feb 24 1821

Justice is truth in action. ~ BENJAMIN DISRAELI, speech, Feb. 11, 1851

At 9 p.m. Feb. 3, 1945, an American tank, the Georgia Peach, crashed into the front gate.

It resumed after the war. Corwin opened it Feb. 2, 1946, with Homecoming, a bittersweet slice of life about a GI who comes home to the farm.

I think the hardest thing about writing is writing." [Interview clip in the In Memoriam section of the 85th Academy Awards ceremony, Feb. 24, 2013]

Several themes describe misconceptions about mental illness and corresponding stigmatizing attitudes. Media analyses of film and print have identified three: people with mental illness are homicidal maniacs who need to be feared; they have childlike perceptions of the world that should be marveled; or they are responsible for their illness because they have weak character (29-32)." World Psychiatry. 2002 Feb; 1(1): 16–20. PMCID: PMC1489832 Understanding the impact of stigma on people with mental illness PATRICK W CORRIGAN and AMY C WATSON

My illness helped me to see that what was missing in society is what was missing in me: a little heart, a lot of brotherhood. The '80s were about acquiring — acquiring wealth, power, prestige. I know. I acquired more wealth, power, and prestige than most. But you can acquire all you want and still feel empty. What power wouldn't I trade for a little more time with my family? What price wouldn't I pay for an evening with friends? It took a deadly illness to put me eye to eye with that truth, but it is a truth that the country, caught up in its ruthless ambitions and moral decay, can learn on my dime. I don't know who will lead us through the '90s, but they must be made to speak to this spiritual vacuum at the heart of American society, this tumor of the soul....I was wrong to follow the meanness of Conservatism. I should have been trying to help people instead of taking advantage of them. I don't hate anyone anymore. For the first time in my life I don't hate somebody. I have nothing but good feelings toward people. I've found Jesus Christ – It's that simple. He's made a difference. (Reagan's campaign manager "death-bed confession" in Feb. 1991 article for Life Magazine )

If man had the wisdom of age in youth and the vitality of youth in age, then he would be an eternally wise young man. (Feb 2003)

May. Thackeray’s Catherine in Fraser’s (seven instalments ending in Feb. 1840).

Killingsworth MA, Gilbert DT. A wandering mind is an unhappy mind. Science. 2010;330:932. § Harvard Business Review. Jan-Feb 2012:88.

Writers shouldn't have lives that are interesting. It gets in the way of your work. —Interview on Bravo Channel, Feb. 14, 1991

Le…feb…vre…Ah, yes. You purse your lips as though you were going to kiss some lucky gentleman. Lefebvre.

Many veterans feel guilty because they lived while others died. Some feel ashamed because they didn’t bring all their men home and wonder what they could have done differently to save them. When they get home they wonder if there’s something wrong with them because they find war repugnant but also thrilling. They hate it and miss it.Many of their self-judgments go to extremes. A comrade died because he stepped on an improvised explosive device and his commander feels unrelenting guilt because he didn’t go down a different street. Insurgents used women and children as shields, and soldiers and Marines feel a totalistic black stain on themselves because of an innocent child’s face, killed in the firefight. The self-condemnation can be crippling. The Moral Injury, New York Times. Feb 17, 2015

Results of two independent factor analyses of the survey responses of more than 2000 English and American citizens parallel these findings (19,33): - fear and exclusion: persons with severe mental illness should be feared and, therefore, be kept out of most communities; - authoritarianism: persons with severe mental illness are irresponsible, so life decisions should be made by others; - benevolence: persons with severe mental illness are childlike and need to be cared for." World Psychiatry. 2002 Feb; 1(1): 16–20. PMCID: PMC1489832 Understanding the impact of stigma on people with mental illness PATRICK W CORRIGAN and AMY C WATSON

Feb. 26, 1841. To be great, we do as if we would be tall merely, be longer than we are broad, stretch ourselves and stand on tiptoe. But greatness is well proportioned, unstrained, and stands on the soles of the feet.

My girl, always hated frogs,” Jackie stated when she’d controlled her hilarity. “That’s right, Mom,” Feb leveled her irate eyes at her mother, “I’m a girl therefore I hate frogs. I’d get kicked out of the girl club if I didn’t.

No, Pasha,” whispered Alexander. “No.” He felt Pasha’s head. He closed Pasha’s eyes. For a few moments he stood over Pasha, and then he sank to the ground. Wrapping him tightly with the trench coat, Alexander took Pasha’s body into his arms and, cradling him from the cold, closed his own eyes. For the rest of the night Alexander sat on an empty road, his back against the tree, not moving, not opening his eyes, not speaking, holding Tatiana’s brother in his arms. If Ouspensky spoke to him, he did not hear. If he slept, he did not feel it, not the cold air, nor the hard ground, nor the rough bark of the tree against his back, against his head. When morning broke, and gray close light rose over Saxony, Alexander opened his eyes. Ouspensky was sleeping on his side, wrapped in his trench coat next to them. Pasha’s body was rigid, very cold. Alexander got up from under Pasha, washed his own face with whisky, rinsed out his mouth with whisky, and then got his titanium trench tool and started to carve a hole in the ground. Ouspensky woke up, helped him. It took them three hours of scraping at the earth, to make a hole a meter deep. Not deep enough, but it would have to do. Alexander covered Pasha’s face with the trench coat so the earth wouldn’t fall on it. With two small branches and a piece of string, Alexander made a cross and laid it on top of Pasha’s chest, and then they lifted him and lowered him into the hole, and Alexander, his teeth grit the entire time, filled the shallow grave with fresh dirt. On a wide thick branch, he carved out the name PASHA METANOV, and the date, Feb 25, 1945, and tying it to another longer branch made another cross and staked it into the ground. Alexander and Ouspensky

Here the church, like every human being, is faced with the choice that is most fundamental for its faith: to be on the side of life or on the side of death. We see very clearly that on this point no neutrality is possible. Either we serve the life of the Salvadoran people or we connive in their death. Here, too, is the historical mediation of what is most fundamental in the Christian faith: either we believe in a God of life or we serve the idols of death” (Address at Louvain, Feb. 2, 1980; in SVF, p. 373).

14 February Valentine Day is also referred to as St. Valentine’s Day and holiday where lovers can express their love & affection with gifts and greetings. This holiday is held in mid-February with numerous origins of Lupercalia’s Roman festival. Visit our site travelnice.net

Although stigmatizing attitudes are not limited to mental illness, the public seems to disapprove persons with psychiatric disabilities significantly more than persons with related conditions such as physical illness (34-36). Severe mental illness has been likened to drug addiction, prostitution, and criminality (37,38). Unlike physical disabilities, persons with mental illness are perceived by the public to be in control of their disabilities and responsible for causing them (34,36). Furthermore, research respondents are less likely to pity persons with mental illness, instead reacting to psychiatric disability with anger and believing that help is not deserved (35,36,39)." World Psychiatry. 2002 Feb; 1(1): 16–20. PMCID: PMC1489832 Understanding the impact of stigma on people with mental illness PATRICK W CORRIGAN and AMY C WATSON

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in one pretty and well preserved piece, but to skid across the line broadside, thoroughly used up, worn out, leaking oil, shouting GERONIMO! Bill McKenna, professional motorcycle racer, Cycle magazine Feb. 1982

Gratitude begins in our hearts and then dovetails into behavior. It almost always makes you willing to be of service, which is where the joy resides. … When you are aware of all that has been given you, in your lifetime and in the past few days, it is hard not to be humbled, and pleased to give back.

While I appear to be happy and giggling, rest assured that inside I am sad. And angry. Like that one time—Feb 14, 1997, at 1:47 pm to be exact—when John Beaverthief stole my girlfriend. He snatched her from the shelf of my life like she was a trophy wife. But she was no trophy; she was more of a maquette.

I counted my years and found that I have less time to live from here on than I have lived up to now. I feel like that child who won a packet of sweets: he ate the first with pleasure, but when he realized that there were few left, he began to enjoy them intensely. I no longer have time for endless meetings where statutes, rules, procedures and internal regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be achieved. I no longer have time to support the absurd people who, despite their chronological age, haven't grown up. My time is too short: I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry. I don't have many sweets in the package anymore. I want to live next to human people, very human, who know how to laugh at their mistakes, and who are not inflated by their triumphs, and who take on their responsibilities. Thus, human dignity is defended, and we move towards truth and honesty. It is the essential that makes life worth living. I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch hearts, people who have been taught by the hard blows of life to grow with gentle touches of the soul. Yes, I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give. I don't intend to waste any of the leftover sweets. I am sure they will be delicious, much more than what I have eaten so far. My goal is to reach the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience. We have two lives. And the second begins when you realize you only have one. Credits: Mário Raul de Morais Andrade (Oct 9, 1893 – Feb 25, 1945) Brazilian poet, novelist, musicologist, art historian and critic, photographer

Vatican city is an independent state created by the Lateran treaty of 11th Feb 1929 which was signed by Pope Pius XI, the holy see and the Italian government.  It covers an area of 108 acres on the hill west of the Tiber river. It is separated from the rest of Rome by high walls on all sides except at the Piazza of St Peter. 

Brimful of pardons come from Rome, all hot. He had the same small voice a goat has got

Colt was thinking that he might be wrong about Feb. Perhaps it wasn't panic etched in her face, her frame. Perhaps the severity of emotion she was keeping hold of just barely was something else. Perhaps February Owens was made of something he didn't expect. She'd been tested in the past and she'd failed. But that didn't mean she didn't learn from those failures.

That kiss was hard, wet, long and involved a goodly deal of hand exploration, both his and mine. It was the kind of kiss you had to celebrate a momentous occasion. It was the kind of kiss you never forgot your whole life. When he broke the connection of our mouths, he rested his forehead to mine and whispered, "I'll look forward to you making my house ours, Feb.

VALENTINE'S DAY POEM: What earth is to sky.. on the horizon.. What moon is to night.. no matter start studded ocean! What Love is to life.. above all give and take.. that you are to me.. a rhythm that soulful music would make! * Let's surrender to each other.. for a dream to be woven together!! You're my weakness and my strength.. wanna live with you till the end!! .. and beyond.. ;)!!! * Even a dent in the universe.. can't express my Love for you! My life is yours forever.. O girl, O girl.. O girl.. you be mine!! Not just for this time.. Everyday beyond.. Valentine, O O my heart, be my.. Valentine!

whereas at that time they were increased as follows:— Dec. 20 to Dec. 27, St. Bride's 0 St. James's 8 Dec. 27 to Jan. 3, St. Bride's 6 St. James's 9 Jan. 3 to Jan. 10, St. Bride's 11 St. James's 7 Jan. 10 to Jan. 17, St. Bride's 12 St. James's 9 Jan. 17 to Jan. 24, St. Bride's 9 St. James's 15 Jan. 24 to Jan. 31, St. Bride's 8 St. James's 12 Jan. 31 to Feb. 7, St. Bride's 13 St. James's 5 Feb. 7 to Feb. 14, St. Bride's 12 St. James's 6

Kushrockstar I loved you then, i love you now, I can make a promise, i am taking a vow, You are my love, you are my life, You are the reason my heart thrive, You are in my dreams, and in my desire, You are in the wishes in need in rife, I love your way, and love when you say, i am only yours, and i will always stay, You are my sun, you are my rain, you are my power and and my pain, I love your "no", i love your "yes", You are the reason of my happiness, that i can't guess, I love the way you talk, i love the way smile, I want be that reason for which you smile, even though it is for a while, I love the way you hold my hands, The bond between us is stronger than any platinum bands, I love the way you look into my eyes, It just takes me somewhere, where my heart flies, I loved you then, i love you now, I can make a promise, i am taking a vow Ratish Edwards 15-Feb-15

TEDDY DAY POEM: A bear hug for you, and I would make you forget your sorrows! I’ll be there with you forever, in your today and all tomorrows!! .. The moment I am not there.. Close your eyes and you'll see me.. You're there in my heart, and yours, I always would be; so just be fine! .. O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine.. You're my buddy and I am your teddy.. O sweety, you be my.. Valentine. .. Just be mine.. O O.. be my Valentine!!!

CHOCOLATE DAY POEM: "Chocolate, dark or light.. Makes me smile bright. Chocolate, whether speak or not.. If it’s love, it conveys a lot. But when you’re.. not there with me.. It’s just a piece.. of sugar candy. It’s you, who makes it sweeter.. I love it with you, even if it’s bitter. So be there always.. stay forever.. I can’t think of life.. without you ever. .. O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine.. You are my choco-life.. You be my.. Valentine. .. Just be mine.. O O.. Valentine!!!

The mob took over South Street that warm Saturday night, the first of spring, as though popping up from nowhere, witnesses said. It seemed to be following the patterns of three similar mobs that had quickly assembled in Center City on March 3, Feb. 16, and Dec. 18. “They had smiles on their faces as they scared people at random,” Assistant District Attorney Angel Flores said in an interview with The Inquirer a week after the March 20 attacks. “They thought that assaulting others was a form of enjoyment.

The people with whom you associate respect you if you live according to the teachings of the church of Jesus Christ. People expect a great deal from the members of this Church because we profess much. I have never at any time found that my membership in the Church and living according to the teachings of the gospel were deterrents. Let each of us every day live an exemplary life, that our influence may be felt for good and that others, seeing our good works, may be led to glorify God. [Ensign, Feb. 1980, 5]

I would like to focus on the use of the word silly for a particular people’s point of views. Everybody has what is called a plausibility structure; we all have sets of background beliefs through which we process and assess evidence. When you call something silly, you are merely saying, ‘Relative to my plausibility structure that isn’t within that structure.’ That’s merely a comment on your own psychology, there’s nothing more to it so I don’t find that very helpful,” (Randal Rauser, Unbelieveable Feb. 1, 2014).

There had been circulated around the Church a letter, which somehow had been sent to the bishops and stake presidents, announcing that the Church was out of the way, that we did not have the priesthood because the priesthood was never conferred properly. . . . This was having quite an influence around the Church. Someone asked President Smith, "What about this letter?" He said, "Well, before I tell you about the letter, let me tell you about the man." He proceeded to tell us a few things, and then said, "And so you see, that man is a liar, pure and simple. Well, maybe not so pure!" . . . Our members are marvelous. They can answer the questions of the detractors. It is not worth doing with some detractors. They will think what they think, and we think what we think. They go where they are going, and we are going to go where we are going. . . . The Lord does not have to explain why. I have learned to never ask why. You get the answer "because." . . . Do not take counsel from your fears, and do not hope that everything is done in one day. [CES Evening with a General Authority, Feb. 29, 2008]

Just before Obama’s nationally televised campaign kickoff rally last Feb. 10, the candidate disinvited Wright from giving the public invocation. Wright explained: ‘When [Obama's] enemies find out that in 1984 I went to Tripoli’ to visit Col. Muammar el-Qaddafi with Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan, ‘a lot of his Jewish support will dry up quicker than a snowball in hell.’ According to Wright, Obama then told him, ‘You can get kind of rough in the sermons, so what we’ve decided is that it’s best for you not to be out there in public.’ But privately, Obama and his family prayed with Wright just before the presidential announcement.

Public stigma Stereotype Negative belief about a group (e.g., dangerousness, incompetence, character weakness) Prejudice Agreement with belief and/or negative emotional reaction (e.g., anger, fear) Discrimination Behavior response to prejudice (e.g., avoidance, withhold employment and housing opportunities, withhold help) Self-stigma Stereotype Negative belief about the self (e.g., character weakness, incompetence) Prejudice Agreement with belief, negative emotional reaction (e.g., low self-esteem, low self-efficacy) Discrimination Behavior response to prejudice (e.g., fails to pursue work and housing opportunities) Understanding the impact of stigma on people with mental illness. World Psychiatry. Feb 2002; 1(1): 16–20. PMCID: PMC1489832

HUG DAY POEM: Wrap me in your hug.. make me feel happy! Hold me tight and close.. not like a pillow or a teddy!! My heart needs you.. for you touched my soul, believe me things shall go fine. Walk me to my Dreams.. and take me to divine!! My life is yours forever.. O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine. Let the hearts embrace.. Sugar you be my.. Valentine. Just be mine.. O O.. my Valentine!

ROSE DAY POEM: Rose.. if it is.. for the one whom you miss.. and you want to say a lot.. till now that you have not! - Then just go and dare to say.. for that moment is today.. beyond the earth and sky above.. Give it to the one whom you love!! - And sing your heart out.. to the universe aloud.. - O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine.. You are more than this rose to me.. You be my.. Valentine. Just be mine.. O O.. Valentine!!!

PROPOSE DAY POEM: Austerity.. If.. I were to define.. it’s you.. yoo hoo! - Happiness is what.. that makes me feel divine.. smiling you.. yoo hoo!! - What rose is in flowers.. What moon is in stars.. That you are to me.. You and I will be we.. You’re my life.. I.. I.. You’re my life.. I.. I.. I love you.. yoo hoo I love you.. yoo hoo - O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine.. I love you.. I love you.. I love you.. yoo hoo.. You be my.. Valentine. - Just be mine.. I love you.. O O Valentine!!!

We should be alert to oppose the potential significance of the fact that some government officials and public policy advocates are describing the First Amendment guarantee of the “free exercise” of religion as merely “freedom of worship.” But the guarantee of “free exercise” protects the right to come out of our private settings, including churches, synagogues and mosques, to act upon our beliefs, subject only to the legitimate government powers necessary to protect public health, safety and welfare. Free exercise surely protects religious citizens in acting upon their beliefs in public policy debates and in votes cast as citizens or as lawmakers. . . . We must affirm our religious faiths, unite to insist upon our constitutional right to the free exercise of our religions and honor their vital roles in establishing and preserving and prospering this nation. . . . We are the “salt of the earth.” We must retain our savour by living our religion and by asserting ourselves as witnesses of God. [BYU-I Devotional, Feb. 25, 2014]

A climate's changes are tough to quantify. Butterflies can help. Entomologists prefer "junk species--" the kind of butterflies too common for most collections-- to keep up with what's going on in the insect's world. They're easy to find and observe. When do something unusual, something's changed in the area. Art Shapiro's team at UC Davis monitors ten local study sites, some since the 1970s. The ubiquitous species are the study's go-tos, helping distinguish between lasting changes (climate warming, habitat loss) and ones that will right themselves (one cold winter, droughts like last year's). Consistency is key; they collect details year after year, no empty data sets between. A few species have disappeared from parts of the study area altogether, probably a lasting change. On the other hand, seemingly big news in 2012 might be just a year's aberration. Two butterflies came back to the city of Davis last year, the umber skipper after 30 years, the woodland skipper after 20-- both likely a result of a dry winter with near-perfect breeding conditions of sunny afternoons and cool nights.

Mind control survivors have identified doctors used by the CIA under Project MKULTRA as having used different aliases. I have personally spoken and corresponded with many of these child Cold War survivors. It seems colors were one of the most commonly used themes. Many survivors have identified Josef Mengele as using the aliases Dr. Green, Dr. Black, Dr. Swartz (black in German), Father Joseph, or Vaterchen (daddy) when he did their programming. The experiments and programming he used on us were of such a heinous nature, that they were not unlike some of those performed at Auschwitz. In 1937, Mengele was appointed research assistant at the Third Reich Institute for Heredity, Biology, and Racial Purity. Mengele provided "experimental materials" to the Kaiser-Wilhelm Institute of Anthropology from twins including eyes, blood, and other body parts from Auschwitz. Mengele fled Auschwitz in January 1945 before the Russians liberated the camp. French government documents state that the Americans captured Mengele in 1946. According to the French, Mengele "was released without explanation by the Americans on November 19, 1946." The French claimed that American authorities confirmed the Mengele arrest and release on Feb. 29, 1947. 

PROMISE DAY POEM: I don't promise that I will bring the moon for you, but.. I shall stand by you in sun! I don't promise that I will not fight with you ever, but.. We shall be together, forever; and distances or differences shall be none!! I don't promise that life will be so easy, and cheesy, but.. when you are with me, I'll make sure it's always fun!!! I just promise one thing; I'll never make you cry, I'll never let you go, so all I need is you to be with me.. Let's make it happen.. and let our destiny shine. My life is yours forever.. .. O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine.. Love is more than just promises.. Hey honey you be my.. Valentine. Just be mine.. O O.. my Valentine!

To love a person who doesn't care for your feeling is a failed way of finding your true love

War does not determine who is right; only who is left. Unknown. Possibly Col. Frank P. Hobgood. Feb 1932 "The Montreal Star

The 4-H Lassies met Saturday afternoon with Miss Caroline White at the home of Mrs. Max Granich. Miss Shirley Cole demonstrated sewing on bias binding. Miss Marie Moore gave a demonstration of buffet decoration. Refreshments were served by Mrs. Granich.” The above item from the North Adams Transcript of Feb. 15, 1952, suggests a bucolic scene from mid-20th century America, with girls and women gathering at a routine meeting of a youth group that extolled fundamental agrarian values. In a most unlikely scenario, however, the hostess of this event, Mrs. Grace Granich, had the month before been denounced by the House Un-American Activities Committee “as a menace to the security of the United States.” The Boston Daily Record described her appearance as she “took the fifth”: “A graying and grandmotherly appearing figure, Mrs. Granich refused to answer all questions about her activities since 1930 on grounds that to answer might tend to incriminate her. Despite threats of contempt citations, the Granichs claimed their constitutional privilege against being required to give self-incriminating testimony.

It was decaffeinated jazz he sent to WJZ via Western Union lines from the Hotel Pennsylvania. A distant echo of New Orleans, yet it spoke to listeners.” The ’20s style was lively, rich with saxophone and violin and well-sprinkled with novelty tunes. Lopez was instantly identified by his theme, Nola, given a dexterous workout on the Lopez keyboard. Whiteman had Gershwin: his Rhapsody in Blue concert at Aeolian Hall on Feb. 12, 1924, established his reputation. And though Whiteman was slow to find his way into radio, he was a major force in band music of the ’20s. George Olsen was a master of popular music: his 1925 recording Who was a bestseller, followed by such period hits as The Varsity Drag, Because My Baby Don’t Mean Maybe Now, and Doin’ the Raccoon, a testament to the national passion for fur coats.

nothing is sacred in and of itself...Ideas, texts, even people can be made sacred... the act of making sacred is in truth an event in history. It is the product of the many and complex pressures of the time in which the act occurs. And events in history must always be subject to questioning, deconstruction, even to declaration of their obsolescence

She seemed to take herself less seriously than did Parsons, though she was considered more accurate and more willing to personally check out her tips. “On the radio, Miss Hopper cheerfully admits her errors by giving herself the bird with a gold-plated mechanical canary,” wrote Current Biography in 1942. Her feud with Parsons was real, and in most popularity contests she came out the winner, pronounced by Life “infinitely more liked by the movie colony than her ruthless rival.” Her personal demeanor was highlighted by a colorful vocabulary and outrageous hats. She died Feb. 1, 1966.

It’s worth noting that some scholars see close parallels between the 1857 Dred Scott decision - which left slaves as the legal property of their owners - and Roe, which left unborn children as the legal property of their mothers. (Christianity Today - Jan/Feb 2019)

I cannot stand still in my work. If I do not keep studying and going ahead, I slip back. Laura Ingalls Wilder, Are You Going Ahead? Feb. 20, 1917

3 Feb. 2020, from A Deeper Sickness by Erik Peterson and Margaret Peacock: “…ophthalmologist Li Wenliang died of the [covid-19] virus after trying to warn people that something terrible was happening. The Chinese government censored him in late 2019. Then, after he signed an official apology for ‘rumormongering,’ he contracted the virus….The outpouring of emotion from the Chinese people is overwhelming. One Weibo post says, ‘The only thing is not to forget.’ That’s right, of course. ‘The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting,’ penned Czech writer Milan Kundera fifty years ago. The tragedy of Dr. Li reminds us that under the weight of a powerful and callous government, one can be made to apologize for one’s own death. But one cannot be forced to forget. When the Chinese people agree not to forget Dr. Li, they refuse to relinquish to the regime the power that real history confers. They fight quietly to remember things as they were, as opposed to remembering a past that the powerful construct for them.

I’ve always seen writing as a form of activism. If nothing else, books give us a glimpse into lives that we may not have known about before; they can promote empathy. (from a Q&A interview with Publishers' Weekly, Feb. 16, 2017)

Feb 1st 2023 joining this site

To Frances Marion I’ve made a song for you Drawn from the stones that lie in shadowed pools Moss sealing their lips I’ve made a song for you Taken from things that wake at starlight Lain-quiet in the Blue; And from the ferns that sleep Deep in a cline by day; And from the wind that bears the seed of Gorse by night; And from my cagéd heart that cries Soundless, behind its silver bars, I’ve made a song for you. From all the silent things of day, From all the quiet things of night, I’ve made this song for you. Lorna Moon 25 Feb 1929 (unpublished poem)

Feb's a Swiftie, which, frankly, everyone in the world is.

SAMONIOS (Oct/Nov) “seed fall” (Samhain) DVMANN[OSIOS] (Nov/Dec) “dark month” RIVROS (Dec/Jan) “frost month” ANAGANTIO[S] (Jan/Feb) “stay at home” OGRONIOS (Feb/Mar) “ice month” CVTIOS (Mar/Apr) “shower of rain” also SONNOCINGOS “beginning of spring” “wind month” GIAMONIOS (Apr/May) “shoots month” (Beltaine)

3 1 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 JAN FEB MAR APR MAY JUN JUL AUG SEP OCT NOV DEC Morning

If you ask Danny Meyer a question say, what's the best hamburger in New York-he pauses before answering. He has devoted hundreds of hours to exploring this question, so he knows a great deal. But when he answers, that answer has nothing to do with his knowledge and everything to do with you. "Well," he says. "What kind of hamburger you like depends on what kind of mood you're in.

O eu que eu era então, e que desaparecera durante tanto tempo, estava de novo tão perto de mim que me parecia ouvir ainda as palavras que tinham imediatamente precedido e que no entanto não passavam de um sonho, como um homem mal desperto julga perceber bem pertinho os rumores de seu sonho que se desvanece. Eu já não era senão aquela criatura que buscava refugiar-se nos braços de sua avó, a apagar com beijos os vestígios de suas mágoas, essa criatura que, quando eu era este ou aquele que em mim se haviam sucedido desde algum tempo, eu teria, para imaginar, tanta dificuldade que agora me seria necessário fazer esforços, aliás inúteis, para voltar a sentir os desejos e as alegrias de um daqueles que eu já não era, pelo menos por algum tempo. Lembrava-me como, uma hora antes do momento em que minha avó se inclinara desse modo, em seu chambre, para as minhas botinhas, vagando eu na rua sufocante de calor, diante da confeitaria, achara que jamais poderia, dada a necessidade que sentia de beijá-la, esperar a hora que ainda devia passar sem ela. E agora que essa mesma necessidade renascia, sabia que poderia esperar horas e horas, que ela nunca mais estaria a meu lado; não fazia mais que descobri-lo porque, sentindo-a pela primeira vez, viva, verdadeira, enchendo meu coração a ponto de parti-lo, reencontrando-a enfim, acabava de saber que a perdera para sempre.

إِلَهي لا تُعَذِّبني ... فَإِنّي مُقِرٌّ بِالَّذي قَد كانَ مِنّي وَما لي حيلَةٌ إِلا رَجائي ... وَعَفوُكَ إِن عَفَوتَ وَحُسنُ ظَنّي فَكَم مِن زِلَّةٍ لي في البَرايا ... وَأَنتَ عَلَيَّ ذو فَضلٍ وَمَنِّ إِذا فَكَّرتُ في نَدَمي عَلَيها ... عَضَضتُ أَنامِلي وَقَرَعتُ سِنّي يَظُنُّ الناسُ بي خَيراً وَإِنّي ... لَشَرُّ الناس إِن لَم تَعفُ عَنّي أُجَنُّ بِزَهرَةِ الدُنيا جُنوناً ... وَأُفني العُمرَ فيها بِالتَمَنّي وَبَينَ يَدَيَّ مُحتَبَسٌ طَويلٌ ... كَأَنّي قَد دُعيتُ لَهُ كَأَنّي وَلَو أَنّي صَدَقتُ الزُهدَ فيها ... قَلَبتُ لاهلِها ظَهرَ المِجَنِّ ربنا ما أتيت الذنوب جرأة مني عليك و لا تطاولا على أمرك و إنما ضعفا و قصورا حينما غلبني ترابي و غلبتني طينتي و غشيتني ظلمتي. أرجو رحمتك التي وسعت كل شيء أن تسعني. 9:48 pm 12 - Feb-2016

Feb. 1, 1965 Storm late at night, heavy rain, a thunderous racket, the windows shaking. I heard my name called. A woman’s voice in hell pleading with me to join her.

If Colt called and said he and Feb were coming in for dinner, Stavros would build a table for them with his bare hands if he had to.

A writer can be born with a deftness in the word department, but it will do him no good unless he is born with a sensitivity to people.

خلاصة القول ان الحب عواطف كثيرة وليس بعاطفة واحده , ومن هنا كان أقوى وأعنف العواطف التي تواجه النفس على انفراد.... ففيه من حنان الأبوة ومن مودة الصديق ومن يقظة الساهر ومن ضلال الحالم ومن الصدق والوهم ومن الأثرة والإيثار ومن المشيئة والاضطرار ومن الغرور والهوان ومن الرجاء والقنوط ومن اللذة والعذاب ومن البراءة والإثم ومن الفرد الواحد ومن الزوجين المتقابلين والمجتمع المتعدد والنوع الانساني الخالد على مدى الأجيال ...... والذي يعجب لذلك يعجب في الحقيقة من أقرب الاشياء الى المألوف وأبعدها من العجب والغرابة ... فكيف يكون الحب شعورا يستولي على نفسين كاملتين ثم يخلو من كل ما يخامر النفوس في مختلف الأوقات والأحوال؟ وكيف يكون الحب شعورا يستولي على نفسين كاملتين ثم لايضطرب فيه النزاع بين الجسدين والنفسين كما يضطرب الجسد الواحد في منازعة النفس الواحده ,ثم يزيد على هذا الاضطراب ؟؟ وكيف يكون الحب ترجماناً لارادة النوع ثم لاينطق بكل عاطفة يتسع لها كيان الانسان ؟؟ يسألونك عن الحب قل هو اندفاع جسد الى جسد واندفاع روح الى روح...... و يسألونك عن الروح فماذا تقول ؟؟ قل هي من أمر ربي ... خالق الارواح .. وخلاصة التجارب في الحب أنك لاتحب حين تختار ولاتختار حين تحب واننا مع القضاء والقدر حين نولد وحين نحب وحين نموت لان الحياة وتجديد الحياة وفقد الحياة هي أطوار العمر التي تملك الانسان ولايملكها الانسان.... هل الحب اذن أمنية نشتهيها ؟؟؟ أم هو مصيبة نتقيها ؟؟؟؟ انه مصيبة حين تحمل به نفسا ثانية مع نفسك ,أنت تريدها ولاتريدك , وانه أمنية حين تتعاون النفسان ولاتتخاذلان .... وليس بالمصيبة ولايكفي فيه أن يوصف بالأمنية , حين لاعبء ولاتخفيف , بل تنطلق النفسان محمولتين معاً على كاهل النوع كله أو على أجنحة الخلود التي تسبح في أنوار عليين ... وما من محبين الا اتفقت لهما هذه الرحلة السماوية في سهوه من سهوات الأيام ........ 28-Feb-2016 01:38 pm

Whiting, Fred L., Roswell Revisited. 1990, Fund for UFO Research, POB 277, Mt. Rainier, MD 20712 Send SASE for free summary and list of publications. Stringfield, Leonard, Roswell and X-15: UFO Basics, MUFON Journal, #259, Nov. 1989, pp. 3-7. Friedman, S.T., 1991 Update on Crashed Saucers. MUFON Conference Proceedings, July 1991, Chicago, IL. Available from MUFON, 103 Oldtowne Road, Seguin, TX 78155. Send SASE for info. O'Brien, Mike, Springfield, MO, News Leader, Sunday, Dec. 9, 1990, pp. F 1-4. Randle, Kevin and Schmitt, Donald, UFO Crash at Roswell. Avon, NY, (pb), July 1991. Friedman, S.T., MJ 12 articles in International UFO Reporter, Sept./Oct. 1987, pp. 13-10; Jan./Feb. 1988, pp. 20-24; May/June 1988, pp. 12-17; March/April 1990, pp. 13-16; MUFON J. 9/89. p. 16, MUFON Conf. Proc. 1989. Friedman, S.T., Flying Saucers, Noisy Negativists and Truth, MUFON Conf. 1985, UFORI, see item #3. Keel, John, FATE, March 1990, January 1991. Weiner, Tim. Blank Check: The Pentagon's Black Budget, Warner Books, 1990, p. 273. Extremely well referenced, researched and indexed. Copyright, 1991. Stanton T. Friedman COMMENT Stanton Friedman, a true blue scientist, lets it be known that he seeks only bottom-line, verifiable information from his sources -- names of witnesses, place names, dates, old records -- anything evidential that would convince a hard-nosed skeptic. If

Friedman, S.T., MJ 12 articles in International UFO Reporter, Sept./Oct. 1987, pp. 13-10; Jan./Feb. 1988, pp. 20-24; May/June 1988, pp. 12-17; March/April 1990, pp. 13-16; MUFON J. 9/89. p. 16, MUFON Conf. Proc. 1989. Friedman, S.T., Flying Saucers, Noisy Negativists and Truth, MUFON Conf. 1985, UFORI, see item #3. Keel, John, FATE, March 1990, January 1991. Weiner, Tim. Blank Check: The Pentagon's Black Budget, Warner Books, 1990, p. 273. Extremely well referenced, researched and indexed. Copyright, 1991. Stanton T. Friedman COMMENT

Feb. 9…”Is your source based on your own understanding or is it grounded on the redemption of Jesus Christ? Continually look back to the foundation of your love and affection and remember where your Source of power lies. You have no right to complain, “O Lord, I am so exhausted.” He saved and sanctified you to exhaust you. Be exhausted for God, but remember that He is your supply. “All my springs are in you” (Psalm 87:7).

Hilang dan menemukan Bahkan aku pun tiada mengerti. mungkin andai aku tak pernah kehilangan maka aku tak akan pernah menemukan mungkin andai kau tak pernah melintas di hadapan maka kau pun tidak aku temukan Tapi untuk setakat ini kalau belum juga melintas lintas lalu atau mungkin sahaja saat itu aku sedang mengerdipkan mataku atau aku membelakangimu Cepatlah datang dan ditemukan wahai jawapan belum pun diketemukan dah pun dirindukan Mana kamu wahai jawapan Biarpun masing terawang tapi kaki pun telah mendarati ruang berlantaikan langit beralasankan awanan Meru, 13 Feb 2015

KISS DAY POEM: To start with a kiss.. I'll mark first .. on the top of your head.. just to say that.. I'll be with you.. forever! * Next two on the eyes.. just to say that.. the world is so beautiful.. as I see with you.. whatever!! * Then three.. on the nose and cheek.. just to say that.. I am myself.. As I walk with you wherever!!! * Then a peck on the neck.. just to say that.. you are perfect. and then.. Final one on the lips.. just to say that.. just to say that.. just to say nothing. Because our love is beyond the skyline! My life is yours forever.. O girl, O girl.. O you be my.. Valentine!!!!

It’s probably difficult for anyone who isn’t middle-aged or older to comprehend, but people could smoke cigarettes on airplanes until Feb. 25, 1990.

Ethics and the environment Eco-waverers When people feel good about themselves, they do bad things Feb 28th 2015 | From the print edition You should see what’s

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German-Americans The silent minority America’s largest ethnic group has assimilated so well that people barely notice it Feb 7th 2015 | KOHLER, WISCONSIN | From the print edition

The translation industry Say what? Technology may not replace human translators, but it will help them work better Feb 7th 2015 | From the print edition TALK into your phone in any of the big

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Bear Market Begin Bear Market End Max DD Sept 1929 June 1932 -86.25 July 1933 March 1935 -33.9% March 1937 March 1938 -54.5% Nov 1938 April 1942 -45.8% May 1946 June 1949 -29.6% July 1957 Oct 1957 -20.6% Dec 1961 June 1962 -28% Feb 1966 Oct 1966 -22.2% Oct 1968 May 1970 -34% Jan 1973 Oct 1974 -48.2% Sept 1976 March 1978 -19.4% Nov 1980 Aug 1982 -27.1% Aug 1987 Dec 1987 -40.4% July 1990 Oct 1990 -21.2% Mar 2000 Oct 2002 -49.1% June 2008 Mar 2009 -54% Average Bear Market: -37.3% Buy and Hold since 1942 Compounded Annual Rate of Return: 8.03% Maximum Draw down: 54% Prior to this decade’s two severe bear markets, most investors believed that only that the stock market can go up.

Why Arvind Kejriwal's Feb 14 speech was familiar yet different

when people stopped having enough money to make long distance calls, or the energy and time to write, they disappeared ["The Basement,” The Awl, Feb 5, 2015].

a library shaped by the aspirations and concerns of people who came of age in the late sixties [the collected works of Thoreau, Lopez, Abbey, Ginsberg, Snyder, Kerouac, the entirety of the Foxfire series as well as The Gulag Archipelago, The Tropic of Cancer, a smattering of Gogol, Tolstoy, and Dostoyevsky, The Rubaiyat, The Sand County Almanac, Them] ["The Basement,” The Awl, Feb 5, 2015].