Fernandez Quotes

Come on, Jellal! You can't let yourself get taken away from you! For Erza's sake! So come here! We'll be with you too! We're on the same team, right?! Jellal!

I remembered... It was the colour of your hair. Farewell...Erza. ~I'm Jellal Fernandez. What about you, Erza?(I'm Erza. Just Erza.) Well, that's kind of sad. Ohh!(Hey...What are you doing?!)It's such a pretty scarlet colour...I know! We'll give you the last name of Scarlet!(Erza...Scarlet) It's the colour of you hair! Nobody will ever forget that!~(Jellal...)

What will die with me the day I die? What pathetic or frail image will be lost to the world? The voice of Macedonio Fernandez, the image of a bay horse in a vacant lot on the corner of Sarrano and Charcas, a bar of sulfur in the drawer of a mahogany desk?

Rise above the storm and you will find the sunshine.

Sitting in the deserted law offices, Sanders had the feeling that he was all alone in the world, with nobody but Fernandez and the encoraching darkness. Things were happening quickly; this person he had never met before today was fast becoming a kind of lifeline for him.

-Debe ser el sueño,que apenas he dormido. -¿No has dormido?¿Y que has hecho toda la noche? -Pensar en ti.

A: Absorbed in our discussion of immortality, we had let night fall without lighting the lamp, and we couldn't see each other's faces. With an offhandedness or gentleness more convincing than passion would have been, Macedonio Fernandez' voice said once more that the soul is immortal. He assured me that the death of the body is altogether insignificant, and that dying has to be the most unimportant thing that can happen to a man. I was playing with Macedonio's pocketknife, opening and closing it. A nearby accordion was infinitely dispatching La Comparsita, that dismaying trifle that so many people like because it's been misrepresented to them as being old... I suggested to Macedonio that we kill ourselves, so we might have our discussion without all that racket. Z: (mockingly) But I suspect that at the last moment you reconsidered. A: (now deep in mysticism) Quite frankly, I don't remember whether we committed suicide that night or not.

The warmth of hell would be a blessing after this. Do you suppose there is a cold hell for those who died in wintertime? - Fernandez de Anguilar

Of course your parents know how to push your buttons. They're the ones who did the wiring.

They were all in and they were all together, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

Go your way, seducers, flatterers, idlers, those glib of tongue and charlatans; I am not a seed that you can force to grow; my goal differs so from yours that I would be wasting my time in trying to explain where my inclination drives me.

But little or great, suffering accepted and offered to Our Lord produces peace and serenity. When it is not accepted, the soul is out of tune and its internal rebellion is shown externally in gloom or bad temper. We have to make a conscious decision to take up and carry the little Cross of every day with determination. Suffering can be sent to us by God to purify many things in our past life or to strengthen our virtues and to unite us to the sufferings of Christ our Redeemer, who, in his innocence, suffered the punishment due to our sins.

Food historian Felipe Fernandez-Armesto proposed that cooking created mealtimes and thereby organized people into a community. For culinary historian Michael Symons, cooking promoted cooperation through sharing, because the cook always distributes food. Cooking, he wrote, is “the starting-place of trades.

Never settle for less than your best.

…I relied on an unpublished report by Jose Fernandez-Partagas, a late-twentieth-century meteorologist who recreated for the National Hurricane Center the tracks of many historical hurricanes, among them the Galveston Hurricane. He was a meticulous researcher given to long hours in the library of the University of Miami, where he died on August 25, 1997, in his favorite couch. He had no money, no family, no friends--only hurricanes. The hurricane center claimed his body, had him cremated, and on August 31, 1998, launched his ashes through the drop-port of a P-3 Orion hurricane hunter into the heart of Hurricane Danielle. His remains entered the atmosphere at 28 N., 74.2 W., about three hundred miles due east of Daytona Beach.

...Nos gusta darle emoción a la vida. Si todo fuera fácil, no apreciaríamos lo que cuesta llegar a la meta. Los caminos casi siempre son rectos, y hasta tienen atajos, pero los humanos tendemos a encararlos por donde más dificultades haya.

She’d almost done therapy once before. But it was pretty clear after some research that she just had some post-traumatic stress and generalized anxiety, so it seemed easier to just skip the whole thing and rely on the online tips and tricks she found

The Idea of Order at Key West She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, That was not ours although we understood, Inhuman, of the veritable ocean. The sea was not a mask. No more was she. The song and water were not medleyed sound Even if what she sang was what she heard, Since what she sang was uttered word by word. It may be that in all her phrases stirred The grinding water and the gasping wind; But it was she and not the sea we heard. For she was the maker of the song she sang. The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea Was merely a place by which she walked to sing. Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew It was the spirit that we sought and knew That we should ask this often as she sang. If it was only the dark voice of the sea That rose, or even colored by many waves; If it was only the outer voice of sky And cloud, of the sunken coral water-walled, However clear, it would have been deep air, The heaving speech of air, a summer sound Repeated in a summer without end And sound alone. But it was more than that, More even than her voice, and ours, among The meaningless plungings of water and the wind, Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres Of sky and sea. It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the single artificer of the world In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea, Whatever self it had, became the self That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we, As we beheld her striding there alone, Knew that there never was a world for her Except the one she sang and, singing, made. Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know, Why, when the singing ended and we turned Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights, The lights in the fishing boats at anchor there, As the night descended, tilting in the air, Mastered the night and portioned out the sea, Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles, Arranging, deepening, enchanting night. Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon, The maker's rage to order words of the sea, Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred, And of ourselves and of our origins, In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds

A veces es necesario ir hasta abajo del todo para poder impulsarte hacia arriba. Aprieta los dientes,flexiona las rodillas y salta con fuerzas para salir del pozo. Esa es la vida. Una constante entrada y salida de pozos imaginarios, más o menos profundos, en los que caes y tienes que tratar de fugarte con el menor número de rasguños posibles.

Cuando tienes pareja hay que tener ciertos sacrificios. Eso no quiere decir que te limites o limites al otro. Ni tampoco que siempre hagas o dejes de hacer lo que el otro quiera o te diga. Pero yo pienso que para que una relación funcione se debe intentar que la otra persona sea lo más feliz posible sin que ninguno de los dos pierda su propia personalidad.

Cada uno tenemos nuestro sitio. Pero cuando alguien pierde el suyo, deberíamos hacerle un hueco en el nuestro.

Eso es la fotografía. Es un estado mental. Un nirvana espiritual al que te acoplas para adquirir conocimiento y gracia.

Doreen Fernandez' foreword to "Rizal Without the Overcoat": His essays remind us that history need not and should not be relegated to schoolbooks and classrooms, where it often becomes a set of names and dates to memorize and spew out on test papers. History is a living and lively account of what we were and are; it could and should be as real to each of us as stories about family or about recent and past events.. If all of that makes us understand humanity better, so does history make us understand ourselves, and our country infinitely better, in the context of our culture and our society.

local reporters going out on the press-bus each day for the carefully staged “player interviews,” that Dolphin tackle Manny Fernandez described as “like going to the dentist every day to have the same tooth filled,

Colaboradores, os Fernandez. E eu, dois anos após a guerra, filiada ao Partido Comunista francês. A equivalência é absoluta e definitiva. É a mesma coisa, a mesma piedade, o mesmo apelo à ajuda, a mesma fraqueza de julgamento, a mesma superstição, digamos, que consiste em acreditar na solução política do problema pessoal.

No se cuenta lo que se siente al hacer fotos. No se trasmite lo que se siente mientras aprietas el disparador. Y no se puede contar porque funciona de manera inversa. Tomas tus fotos cuando ves, cuando sientes. Cuando tu Vida se llena de momentos. Captarlos sólo es una compulsión mefítica y sanadora a partes iguales que te invade si te dejas.

He leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. I feel his breath on my skin as he exhales a deep breath. "I'm sorry." His voice is slurred and rough. "But you see, I should have been dead for nearly two hundred years. Instead, by chance, I was found by a curse and was turned into this. Not human, not immortals, but some cruel melding of the two. I endured two centuries of horrors, and maybe it was all so I could be here with you. If my unnatural existence means nothing else, it means this. I get to be here, now, with you.

Me dan miedo los gatos blancos porque son igual de malos que los gatos negros, pero no hay manera de mirarlos y que no te apetezca acariciarlos.

The final test of a leader is that he leaves behind him in other men the conviction and will to carry on." Walter Lippmann.

Don't take advice from people unless they are writing you a check.

To live a life of purpose is to focus on certain things that will outlive you.

...Por otro lado, la estructura visual no soporta una descripción literaria.

...la historia de un fotógrafo es la historia de cómo se mueve por el mundo captando momentos.

For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.[705]

The Lord will reign for ever and will give his people the gift of peace.[686]

I actually think I may be possessed with demons. I was dropped on my head as a kid.” Notorious Serial Killer Dennis Rader, aka BTK

we are two like-minded creatures too well-matched, both equal halves of a whole not altogether wholesome

use as few chips as possible, both as a personal challenge and because he did not want to take advantage of his colleague’s largesse. Much of the work was done in the garage of a friend just around the corner, Bill Fernandez, who was still at Homestead High. To lubricate their efforts, they drank large amounts of Cragmont cream soda, riding their bikes to the Sunnyvale

It is not by chance that there exists in Haiti the myth of the zombi, that is, of the living-dead, the man whose mind and soul have been stolen and who has been left only the ability to work… The history of colonization is the process of man’s general zombification. It is also the quest for a revitalizing salt capable of restring to man the use of his imagination and his culture

Let us never fail to have recourse to the Lord, especially when the going gets rough. If we take advantage of the means of spiritual direction, the Lord will be able to work miracles with us.

..."el instante decisivo". Es esa fracción de segundo elegida por el fotógrafo para contar un hecho concreto. Es el momento en el que llega la muerte, se alcanza la victoria o irrumpe la tormenta. Todo se confabula para crear una imagen que trasmita la realidad de manera unívoca y empática al resto de los mortales. Un cuadro perfecto con las dosis adecuadas de emoción, equilibrio, y elegancia.

She, Betty Fernandez, spoke only of people, those she’d seen in the street or those she knew, about how they were, the things still left for sale in the shops, extra rations of milk and fish, good ways of dealing with shortages, with cold and constant hunger, she was always concerned with the practical details of life, she didn’t go beyond that, always a good friend, very loyal and affectionate.

In the shadows he could just make out a rough, ghostly wall that stood out in the pitch darkness. As if drawn by an irresistible black beacon, he slowly advanced step by step towards that incandescent wall of shale. Far off, the city was vanishing into the air. The fiesta disappeared somewhere beyond his eyelids. The wall was increasing in size, growing amidst a mixture of shadows and sparks. It was a wall of smoke from which sprouted candles that resembled asteroids. In fact, it was not one wall but two. Two tall, crackling walls, silently burning. But it wasn't two walls either. It was, in fact, a street.

You are tepid if you carry out listlessly and reluctantly those things that have to do with our Lord; if deliberately or ‘shrewdly’ you look for some way of lessening your duties; if you think only of yourself and your comfort;

St Teresa says that God bestows two remedies for all the temptations and trials that we have to endure: Love and fear ... Love will make us quicken our steps, while fear will make us look where we are setting our feet so that we shall not fall.[725]

Ya sé que no vas colgarla de adorno. Si fueras un artista plástico emergente y tuvieras ganas de epatar al personal quizás sí. Aunque creo que ya lo han hecho, incluso con perniles de mamuts hallados congelados en la Taiga Siberiana. Y ya sabes la repetición mata el arte, colega.

results in binary code with little lights. When it was finished, Fernandez told Wozniak there was someone at Homestead High he should meet. “His name is Steve. He likes to do pranks like you do, and he’s also into building electronics like you are.” It may have been the most significant meeting in a Silicon Valley garage since Hewlett went into Packard’s thirty-two years earlier. “Steve and I just sat on the sidewalk in front of Bill’s house for the longest time, just sharing stories—mostly about pranks we’d pulled, and also what kind of electronic designs

Man was created in the image and likeness of God.[157] And God is Love.[158] Therefore the heart of man is made for love and the more he loves the more he becomes identified with God; only when he loves can he become happy. And God wishes us to be happy, here on earth too. Man cannot live without love.

Barcelona había sido una ciudad bonita, había tenido un puerto decadente, putas, bohemia, travestis, cafés, una revolución, bombas, otra revolución, más travestis, un montón de cines de una sola sala, y unas olimpiadas. y después de las olimpiadas, ¿Qué? Después de las olimpiadas, nada. Se había metido a escaparate.

can …’ As I listened, I looked up at the white clouds drifting past. Finally, they had opened – it had started to snow – snowflakes were falling outside. I opened the window and reached out my hand. I caught a snowflake. I watched it disappear, vanish from my fingertip. I smiled. And I went to catch another one. Acknowledgements I’m hugely indebted to my agent, Sam Copeland, for making all this happen. And I’m especially grateful to my editors – Ben Willis in the United Kingdom and Ryan Doherty in the United States – for making the book so much better. I also want to thank Hal Jensen and Ivàn Fernandez Soto for their invaluable comments; Kate White for years of showing me how good therapy works; the young people and staff at Northgate and everything they taught me; Diane Medak for letting me use her house as a writing retreat; Uma Thurman and James Haslam for making me a better writer. And for all their helpful suggestions, and encouragement, Emily Holt, Victoria Holt, Vanessa Holt, Nedie Antoniades, and Joe Adams. Author Biography Alex Michaelides read English at Cambridge University and screenwriting at the American Film Institute. He wrote the film Devil You Know starring Rosamund Pike, and co-wrote The Con is On. His debut novel, The Silent Patient, is also being developed into a major motion picture, and has been sold in thirty-nine territories worldwide. Born in Cyprus to a Greek-Cypriot father and English mother, Michaelides now lives in London, England.

This instant-gratification world we live in is not how reward-seeking was designed to be, and having dopamine drop below baseline several times a day is not how we were supposed to experience this neurochemical. If you are wondering why you never feel like getting to work on your passion project or never get out to exercise or anything else you have set as a goal, this may be what is happening.

For further nonfiction reading on the Dozier School (not a complete list), read: We Carry Their Bones: The Search for Justice at the Dozier School for Boys by Erin Kimmerle The Boys of the Dark: A Story of Betrayal and Redemption in the Deep South by Robin Gaby Fisher The Bones of Marianna: A Reform School, a Terrible Secret, and a Hundred-Year Fight for Justice by David Kushner I Survived Dozier: The Deadliest Reform School in America by Richard Huntly The White House Boys: An American Tragedy by Roger Dean Kiser The Dozier School for Boys: Forensics, Survivors, and a Painful Past by Elizabeth A. Murray, PhD The Boys of Dozier by Daryl McKenzie Lies Uncovered: The Long Journey Home—The Truth About the Arthur G. Dozier School for Boys by Duane C. Fernandez, Sr. It Still Hurts: My Father’s Painful Account of Survival at the Florida Industrial School for Boys by Marshelle Smith Berry and Salih Izzaldin, edited by Joseph Carroll

Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with you,[215] said the Angel to Mary. It is the nearness of God which makes the Virgin rejoice. And the nearness of the Messiah will make the unborn Baptist show forth his joy in the womb of Elizabeth.[216] And the Angel will say to the shepherds: Be not afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of a great joy which will come to all the people; for to you is born this day a Saviour ...[217] Joy is to possess Jesus; unhappiness is to lose him.

Married people mustn’t forget that the secret of married happiness lies in everyday things, not in daydreams. It lies in finding the hidden joy of coming home in the evening; in affectionate relations with their children; in everyday work in which the whole family co-operates; in good humour in the face of difficulties that should be met with a sporting spirit; in making the best use of all the advances that civilization offers to help us bring up children; it lies in making the house pleasant and life more simple.[504]

Paint in several colors was squeezed out of tubes and mixed and applied to woven fabric stretched on a wooden frame so artfully we say we see a woman hanging out a sheet rather than oil on canvas. Ana Teresa Fernandez’s image on that canvas is six feet tall, five feet wide, the figure almost life-size. Though it is untitled, the series it’s in has a title: Telaraña. Spiderweb. The spiderweb of gender and history in which the painted woman is caught; the spiderweb of her own power that she is weaving in this painting dominated by a sheet that was woven. Woven now by a machine, but before the industrial revolution by women whose spinning and weaving linked them to spiders and made spiders feminine in the old stories. In this part of the world, in the creation stories of the Hopi, Pueblo, Navajo, Choctaw, and Cherokee peoples, Spider Grandmother is the principal creator of the universe. Ancient Greek stories included an unfortunate spinning woman who was famously turned into a spider as well as the more powerful Greek fates, who spun, wove, and cut each person’s lifeline, who ensured that those lives would be linear narratives that end. Spiderwebs are images of the nonlinear, of the many directions in which something might go, the many sources for it; of the grandmothers as well as the strings of begats. There’s a German painting from the nineteenth century of women processing the flax from which linen is made. They wear wooden shoes, dark dresses, demure white caps, and stand at various distances from a wall, where the hanks of raw material are being wound up as thread. From each of them, a single thread extends across the room, as though they were spiders, as though it came right out of their bellies. Or as though they were tethered to the wall by the fine, slim threads that are invisible in other kinds of light. They are spinning, they are caught in the web. To spin the web and not be caught in it, to create the world, to create your own life, to rule your fate, to name the grandmothers as well as the fathers, to draw nets and not just straight lines, to be a maker as well as a cleaner, to be able to sing and not be silenced, to take down the veil and appear: all these are the banners on the laundry line I hang out.

If the emotion of disgust is an evolved defense against disease, several predictions follow. One is that disgust should be evoked most strongly by disease-carrying substances. The second is that these disgust elicitors should be universal across cultures. Empirical research supports both predictions (Curtis & Biran, 2001). People from cultures ranging from the Netherlands to West Africa find foods potentially contaminated by parasites or unhygienic preparation to be exceptionally disgusting. Examples are rotting flesh, dirty food, bad-smelling food, food leftovers, moldy food, a dead insect in food, and witnessing food preparation by someone with dirty hands. Foods that have had contact with worms, cockroaches, or feces evoke especially strong disgust reactions. A third prediction is that the disgust should activate the immune system. One study found that showing people images of contaminated food actually elevated their body temperature—one of the key features of immune response to disease (Stevenson et al., 2012). A fourth prediction is that the people should show an especially good memory for objects that have been touched by sick or diseased individuals—a prediction supported in studies conducted in both Portugal and the United States (Fernandez, Pandeirada, Soares, & Nairne, 2017).

In him (in Christ) the hope of our resurrection has dawned, and though we are saddened by the certainty of dying, He consoles us with the promise of eternal life to come. For those who are faithful to you, Lord, life is transformed, not taken away; and when our dwelling here on earth decays, there is waiting for us our eternal home in heaven.[349] God awaits us for ever in his glory. What great sadness for those who have counted solely on this world! What great joy to know that it will be ourselves, soul and body, who, with the help of grace, will live eternally with Jesus Christ, with the angels and with the saints, and who will give praise to the most Holy Trinity!

displacement is perhaps the most traumatic experience that humans can undergo, with invisible consequences that can last for generations, from physical and mental problems to difficulty maintaining the social fabric of a community. Fullilove identifies the symptoms of displacement as “root shock,” which, she explains, “undermines trust, increases anxiety about letting loved ones out of one’s sight, destabilizes relationships, destroys social, emotional, and financial resources, and increases the risk of every kind of stress-related disease, from depression to heart attack. Root shock leaves people chronically cranky, barking a distinctive croaky complaint that their world was abruptly taken away.”49

The earth from whose nutrients we have to produce fruits of holiness is our country, our own country, our city, our town, the prevailing social or political system, our own condition of life and no other. It is there, in that environment, in the midst of the world where the Lord says we can and must live all the Christian virtues, developing them with all the demands they make on us and not allowing them to be stunted or to wither. God calls people to holiness in every circumstance: in war and in peace, in sickness and in health, when we think we have triumphed and when we face unexpected defeat, when we have plenty of time and when time is at a premium, so that we seem barely to manage to do what we must. Our Lord wants us to be saints at all times.

Man cannot live without love. He remains a being that is incomprehensible for himself, his life is senseless, if love is not revealed to him, if he does not encounter love, if he does not experience it and make it his own, if he does not participate intimately in it ... The man who wishes to understand himself thoroughly – and not just in accordance with immediate, partial, often superficial, and even illusory standards and measures of his being – he must with his unrest, uncertainty and even his weakness and sinfulness, with his life and death, draw near to Christ. He must, so to speak, enter into him with all his own self, he must ‘appropriate’ and assimilate the whole of the reality of the Incarnation and Redemption in order to find himself. If this profound process takes place within him, he then bears fruit not only of adoration of God but also of deep wonder at himself. How precious must man be in the eyes of the Creator, if he ‘gained so great a Redeemer’ (Hymn ‘Exsultet’ of the Easter Vigil), and if God ‘gave his only Son’ in order that man ‘should not perish but have eternal life’ (cf John 3:16).[646]

In other words, you'll pretend to be someone else in order to snag a husband." "Oh, for heaven's sake," she said defensively, "it's no different than what half the women in society do to catch a man. I don't want to waste my time in pointless flirtation when a little knowledge will improve my aim on the targets." He flashed her a condescending smile. "What is it?" she snapped. "Only you would approach courtship as a marksman approaches a shooting match." He licked the tip of his pencil. "So who are these hapless targets?" "The Earl of Devonmont, the Duke of Lyons, and Fernandez Valdez, the Viscount de Basto." His jaw dropped. "Are you insane?" "I know they're rather beyond my reach, but they seem to like my company-" "I daresay they do!" He strode up to her, strangely angry. "The earl is a rakehell with a notorious reputation for trying to get beneath the skirts of every woman he meets. The duke's father was mad, and it's said to run in his family, which is why most women steer clear of him. And Basto is a Portuguese idiot who's too old for you and clearly trawling for some sweet young thing to nurse him in his declining years." "How can you say such things? The only one you know personally is Lord Devonmont, and you barely know even him." "I don't have to. Their reputations tell me they're utterly unacceptable." Unacceptable? Three of the most eligible bachelors in London? Mr. Pinter was mad, not her. "Lord Devonmont is Gabe's wife's cousin. The duke of Gabe's best friend, whom I've known since childhood, and the viscount...well..." "Is an oily sort, from what I hear," he snapped. "No, he isn't. He's very pleasant to talk to." Really, this was the most ridiculous conversation. "Who the devil do you think I should marry, anyway?" That seemed to take him aback. He glanced away. "I don't know," he muttered. "But no...That is, you shouldn't..." He tugged at his cravat. "They're wrong for you, that's all." She'd flustered Mr. Pinter. How astonishing! He was never flustered. It made him look vulnerable and much less...stiff. She rather liked that. But she'd like it even better if she understood what had provoked it. "Why do you care whom I choose, as long as you're paid? I'm wiling to pay extra to ensure that you find out everything I want to know." Once more he turned into Proud Pinter. "It isn't a matter of payment, madam. I choose my own assignments, and this one isn't to my taste. Good day," Turning on his heel, he headed for the door. Oh, dear, she hadn't meant to run him off entirely.

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«todos los escándalos, odios, crueldades y daños proceden del amor propio, que ha envenenado el mundo».

Nada te turbe, nada te espante; todo se pasa, Dios no se muda. La paciencia todo lo alcanza; quien a Dios tiene nada le falta. Solo Dios basta.

San Juan Bautista: «diga poco y bueno».

«Todos los días doy gracias a Dios por haberme hecho vivir en las presentes circunstancias. Esta crisis tan profunda y tan universal es única en la historia de la humanidad. Debemos sentirnos orgullosos de ser, en cierta medida, testigos y actores dentro de este grandioso drama. El bien y el mal están en pugna en un duelo gigantesco. En estos momentos no tenemos el derecho de ser mediocres».

«Toda comparación siempre es del demonio, siempre es del mal, y conduce al mal».

que la organización fue fundada Es aconsejable transitar de la competencia a la «coompetencia»: es decir, coordinar esfuerzos con otros que trabajan en el mismo sector

Y advertía con gracejo que un directivo ha de saberlo todo, disimular mucho y corregir poco, no convertirse en sacafaltas.

«Atiendan a esto los prelados que prefieren hacerse temer que aprovechar a aquellos que les están sujetos; consideren atentamente que han de ser más bien madres que amos y señores de los que están bajo su dirección y obediencia; procuren antes hacerse amar que temer. Si alguna vez os veis obligados a usar de la severidad, que esta vaya siempre acompañada de la ternura de un padre, no de la crueldad de un tirano. Manifestad que sois madres por vuestro amor y padres por vuestras correcciones. Mostraos mansos y bondadosos dejando a un lado toda dureza. Economizad los latigazos y derramad a raudales la caridad de vuestro pecho. Que vuestro corazón esté bien repleto de caridad, no hinchado de soberbia. ¿Por qué hacéis sentir el peso de vuestro yugo sobre los hombros de aquellos cuyas cargas deberíais más bien llevar? Si sois espirituales, reprended con espíritu de mansedumbre, examinándoos a vosotros mismos, no sea que también vuestro súbdito se vea tentado con vuestra manera de proceder».

La vida es una oportunidad, aprovéchala La vida es belleza, admírala La vida es beatitud, saboréala La vida es un sueño, hazlo realidad La vida es un reto, afróntalo La vida es un deber, cúmplelo La vida es un juego, juégalo La vida es preciosa, cuídala La vida es riqueza, consérvala La vida es amor, gózala La vida es misterio, desvélalo La vida es promesa, cúmplela La vida es tristeza, supérala La vida es himno, cántalo La vida es un combate, acéptalo La vida es una tragedia, domínala La vida es una aventura, enfréntala La vida es felicidad, merécela La vida es la vida, defiéndela El día más bello: hoy La cosa más fácil: equivocarse El obstáculo más grande: el miedo El error mayor: bajar los brazos La raíz de todos los males: el egoísmo La distracción más bella: el trabajo La peor derrota: el desaliento Los mejores profesores: los niños La primera necesidad: comunicarse Lo que hace más feliz: ser útil a los demás El misterio más grande: la muerte El peor defecto: el mal humor La persona más peligrosa: la mentirosa El sentimiento más ruin: el rencor El regalo más bello: el perdón Lo más imprescindible: el hogar La ruta más rápida: el camino correcto La sensación más grata: la paz interior El resguardo más eficaz: la sonrisa El mejor remedio: el optimismo La mayor satisfacción: el deber cumplido La fuerza más potente del mundo: la fe Las personas más necesarias: los padres La cosa más bella de todas: el amor

En una plática del 16 de marzo de 1938 afirmaba: «¿Cuál debe ser nuestra preocupación más grande? Estar en todo momento infinitamente despreocupados».

«La santidad es compatible con todos los estados, con todos los temperamentos y con toda edad y sexo. No son impedimentos las ocupaciones, los negocios, las contrariedades, la abundancia, la escasez, nada ni nadie. No se requieren penitencias determinadas, tiempo de oración marcado, lectura prescrita, ni rezo alguno en concreto». Son preludios de donde sacar consecuencias. «Luego puede ser santa en ese estado, en esa casa, en esas ocupaciones, y en esa atmósfera. Luego si no lo es, dependerá de su voluntad, porque Dios lo quiere, y puede ser».

La gestión del talento tiene como cimiento no ahogar iniciativas ni desincentivar personas.

Toda su vida lideró Teresa con la palabra, pero más aun con la acción. «La primera que ha de barrer –machacaba– es la priora». Detallaba que las superioras han de «ser amadas para ser obedecidas». Para cuando las faltas provocasen accesos de ira, «sea el castigo después de la pasión aplacada».

Es fundamental dar tiempo para juzgar con objetividad. Con frecuencia, ¡lo urgente es esperar!

La mejora de las personas llega en ocasiones a través de experiencias traumáticas

«Todos los animales somos iguales, pero algunos animales lo son más que otros».

Disce pati, si vincere voles, o aprende a sufrir si quieres vencer

Fred Hampton was instrumental in setting the terms of the relationship. Guerra continues, “Hampton was a very humble person and didn’t walk around like he was God’s gift to the movement, although he was an eloquent public speaker; he was also a great organizer. He was a person who came in an old car, got out, shook people’s hands, wanted to really talk to people. I remember him saying, ‘I’m glad to have met you. I’m glad to have met you.’ ”146 Hampton’s talents as organizer and public speaker and his radical coalition politics made him one of the most effective members of the Black Panther Party.

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There was a time he would have wed this woman. Whether it was for revenge or his own pleasure, he could not tell.

When breakfast was over you could tell by the long, long shadow of the fig tree that it was still very early in the morning. On sunny days Doña Teresa could tell the time almost exactly by its shadow, but on rainy days she just had to guess, because there was no clock in her little cabin. It was lucky that it was so early, because there were so many things to be done. The Twins and their mother were not the only busy people about, however, for there were two hundred other peons beside Pancho who worked on the hacienda, and each one had a little cabin where he lived with his family. There were other vaqueros besides [p 20 ] Pancho. There were ploughmen, and farmers, and water-carriers, and servants for the great white house where Señor Fernandez lived with his wife and pretty daughter Carmen. And there was the gatekeeper, José, 9 whom the Twins loved because he knew the most wonderful stories and was always willing to tell them. There were field-workers, and wood-cutters, and even fishermen. The huts where they all lived were huddled together like a little village, and the village, and the country for miles and miles around, and the big house, and the little chapel beside it, and the schoolhouse, and everything else on that great hacienda, belonged to Señor Fernandez. It almost seemed as if the workers all belonged to Señor Fernandez, too, for they had to do just what he told them to, and there was no other place for them to go and nothing else for them to do if they had wanted ever so much to change. [p 21 ] All the people, big and little, loved the fiesta of San Ramon. They thought the priest’s blessing would cause the hens to lay more eggs, and the cows to give more milk, and that it would keep all the creatures well and strong. Though it was a feast day, most of the men had gone away from their homes early, when Pancho did; but the women and children in all the little cabins were busy as bees, getting themselves and their animals ready to go in procession to the place where the priest was to bless them. As soon as breakfast was eaten, Doña Teresa said to Tonio: “Go now, my Tonio, and make Tonto beautiful! His coat is rough and full of burs, and he will make a very poor figure to show the priest unless you give him a good brushing. Only be careful

Within the pages of my books, I weave tales that enchant and enlighten. Bridge the hearts from every path and across the diverse genres, hold a steadfast belief that in the realm of literature, transformation blooms, and stories aspire not just with hours of enjoyment but with moments of profound wisdom and introspection.

She’s been with our office about a year. Before that, she worked for a big firm downtown. She was out of work for about six months. Then she was working at Macy’s. Small leather goods, I think. Her uncle called and asked if I could help her out.” “Who is her uncle?” “The mayor.” How very San Francisco. Rosie calls it affirmative action for the upper class.

So,” Rosie says, “is Leslie prepared to step up to the plate?” Not exactly. “She’s still weighing her options.” “She’s been doing that for weeks.” “She’s very methodical.” Rosie scowls. “She should have been able to figure it out by now. She’s stalling.” “It’s complicated.” “It isn’t that complicated. Life is all about dealing with complications. Anybody can handle the easy stuff.

That’s the beauty of having a serious illness, Mike. It simplifies your life. You spend so much of your time and energy worrying about getting well that you don’t have a chance to fret about other things.

You want three things for your children. Be healthy. Be happy. Be safe.

Among his peers, Pablo Guzmán had a unique upbringing. He graduated from one of New York’s premier academic high schools, Bronx Science, where students were engaged with the political debates of the day, from the Vietnam War to the meaning of black power, thanks to the influence of a history teacher. Guzmán had also been politicized by his Puerto Rican father and maternal grandfather, who was Cuban. Both saw themselves as members of the black diaspora in the Americas. The job discrimination and racist indignities they endured in the Spanish-speaking Caribbean and in New York turned them into race men committed to the politics of black pride and racial uplift. When Guzmán was a teenager, his father took him to Harlem to hear Malcolm X speak.188 He also remembers that his Afro-Cuban grandfather, Mario Paulino, regularly convened meetings at his home to discuss world politics with a circle of friends, many of whom were likely connected through their experience at the Tuskegee Institute, the historic black American school of industrial training, to which Paulino had applied from Cuba and at which he enrolled in the early 1920s.189 Perhaps because of the strong black politics of his household, Guzmán identified strongly with the black American community, considered joining the BPP, and called himself “Paul.” His “field studies” in Cuernavaca, Mexico, during his freshman year at SUNY Old Westbury, however, awakened him to the significance of his Latin American roots.

Our entrees arrive at ten o’clock, but he’s still warming up. Dinner with Nick is like getting married–it requires a commitment.

It isn’t just the story–it’s how you tell it.” — Nick Hanson. San Francisco Chronicle.

Fame and fortune are great, but a man’s most valued possession is his reputation.” — Pete Daley. Private Investigator Monthly.

Is he the kind of guy you’d want as your business partner?” The sage of Twenty-fourth Street pulls at his skin-tight sleeveless shirt. “Eduardo always has an agenda for which he’s the primary beneficiary.

The archdiocese is our largest client, but we are a full-service firm that provides the highest quality legal services to a sophisticated and diversified client base.” — John Shanahan. San Francisco Chronicle.

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Lie down; don’t lie; lie flat; lie still. See these Books bound in itching white leather? They are your life. And each feathery page, lifted by hot wind. O summer air, o gardens, o seasons ô châteaux. The glaring day, it binds, o occurrence, o soil o soul. — Robert Fernandez, from “And,” PoetryNow (PoetryNow, 2015)

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