Fm Quotes

Whitney Houston’s cover of “I Will Always Love You” was constantly on my FM Walkman radio around that time. I think that made me cry because I associated it with absolutely no one.

Animal minds are simple, and therefore sharp. Animals never spend time dividing experience into little bits and speculating about all the bits they've missed. The whole panoply of the universe has been neatly expressed to them as things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks. This frees the mind from unnecessary thoughts and gives it a cutting edge where it matters. Your normal animal, in fact, never tries to walk and chew gum at the same time. The average human, on the other hand, thinks about all sorts of things around the clock, on all sorts of levels, with interruptions from dozens of biological calendars and timepieces. There's thoughts about to be said, and private thoughts, and real thoughts, and thoughts about thoughts, and a whole gamut of subconscious thoughts. To a telepath the human head is a din. It is a railway terminus with all the Tannoys talking at once. It is a complete FM waveband- and some of those stations aren't reputable, they're outlawed pirates on forbidden seas who play late-night records with limbic lyrics.

Harper: "What are FM shoes?" Drina: "Ahh. These are FM shoes." Harper: "And the FM stands for?" Drina: "Fuck Me.

When the phone rang I was in the kitchen, boiling a potful of spaghetti and whistling along with an FM broadcast of the overture to Rossini's 'The Thieving Magpie,' which has to be the perfect music for cooking pasta.

I am a 21st century person who was accidentally launched in the 20th. I have a deep nostalgia for the future

I decided to make spaghetti for lunch again. Not that I was the least bit hungry. But I couldn't just go on sitting on the sofa, waiting for the phone to ring. I had to move my body, to begin working toward some goal. I put water in a pot, turned on the gas, and until it boiled I would make tomato sauce while listening to an FM broadcast. The radio was playing an unaccompanied violin sonata by Bach. The performance itself was excellent, but there was something annoying about it. I didn't know whether this was the fault of the violinist or of my own present state of mind, but I turned off the music and went on cooking in silence. I heated the olive oil, put garlic in the pan, and added minced onions. When these began to brown, I added the tomatoes that I had chopped and strained. It was good to be cutting things and frying things like this. It gave me a sense of accomplishment that I could feel in my hands. I liked the sounds and the smells.

I feel like I should tell you," Jorgen said over the radio, "that I now have a slug on each shoulder and three on my lap, all seeming vaguely uncomfortable that I'm touching them. I blame you, FM.

Most of these quotations on Goodreads are shit I never said. That's because idiots submit them, and Goodreads never checks their authenticity.

Conventional names define a person's past: ancestry, ethnicity, nationality, religion. I am not who I was ten years ago and certainly not who I will be in twenty years

It is not the degree of 'willing' or 'trying', but the way in which the energy is directed, that is going to make the 'willing' or 'trying' effective.

I listen to AM radio in the AM, and AM radio for an AM audience in my PM (though it comes from the other side of the world). It’s all morning all the time for me. Sometimes I even listen to FM in the AM, but never FM and AM in the AM or PM.

Like blind boys they found each other, and confirmed each other, and through the FM of the flesh they sent to one another impulses of courage and affection.

I was raised Defiant,” she said. “But I choose, now, to be what people down below call a Disputer—I raise objections about the way the war is being run. I think we should throw off the oppressive mantle of military government.” I stopped in place, shocked. I’d never heard words like that spoken before. “So…you’re a coward?” FM blushed, standing up taller. “I’d have thought you, of all people, would be careful about throwing around that term.” “Sorry,” I said, blushing in return. She was right. But still, I had trouble understanding what she was saying. I understood the words, but not the meaning. Throw off military government? Who would be in charge of the war then? “I am still willing to fight,” FM said, her head high as we walked. “Just because I want change doesn’t mean I’ll let the Krell destroy us all. But do you realize what it’s doing to our society to train our children, practically from birth, to idealize and glorify fighting? To worship the First Citizens like saints? We should be teaching our children to be more caring, more inquisitive—not only to destroy, but to build.

I took a sip of my purple drink and almost spat it out. It was so sweet. I covered it up by trying one of the fries. My mouth exploded with flavor, and I froze, eyes wide. I practically melted into a puddle. I’d had fried algae before, but it had been nowhere near as good as this. What were those spices? “Spin?” Arturo asked. “You look like someone just stepped on your toe.” I held up a fry, fingers trembling. “So. GOOD.” “She’s been living on rats for the last few months,” FM pointed out. “Her taste buds are undergoing serious atrophy.

We do not kill good people, for the world is better with them in it.

The tempests of life can die down as though they had never been.

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I switched into my Late-Night, FM DJ Voice: deep, soft, slow, and reassuring.

We are propping up a government that has overreached its bounds in the name of public safety,” FM said. “The people must speak up and rise against the upper class who holds them enslaved!

White noise, more white noise, more white noise. He tries the AM bands, then the FM. Nothing. Just that sound, like the sound of starlight scratching its way through outer space: kkkkkkkk.

Let our stand be together, shoulder to shoulder, hold hands with every human of every color, because together we rise and we shall stand with justice & power forever so we can breath in peace.

Your energy is expensive, use it wisely.

In 2030 we will be ageless and everyone will have an excellent chance to live forever. 2030 is a dream and a goal.

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Chloe thought madly about tiny FM radios that she could hide in her ear and pull her hair over to hide, about getting very badly drunk or stoned, about getting one of the loopier Wiccans at school to put her into a trance before the reading. Anything that could get her through it with her sanity intact and a straight face.

[Emilio’s dinner with FM Banier] Gradually I abandon the conversation (suffering because the others might suppose I am doing so for reasons of contempt.) FMB (supported by Youssef) embodies a strong (and ingenious) system of values, codes, seductions, styles; but even as the system gains in consistency, I feel excluded from it. And little by little I cease struggling, I withdraw, without concern for how I appear to the others. Thus it begins by an initially slight disaffection for sociability which becomes quite radical. As it develops, it gradually combines with a hostalgia for what remains living for me: maman. And ultimately I fall into an abyss of suffering.

students tend to carry their own special psychic scars: nerd, geek, dweeb, wonk, fag, wienie, four-eyes, spazola, limp-dick, needle-dick, dickless, dick-nose, pencil-neck; getting your violin or laptop TP or entomologist’s kill-jar broken over your large head by thick-necked kids on the playground—and the show pulls down solid FM ratings, though

GENIUS I was told, you're particularly attracted to original thangs and a typical personality. #c9_fm

But she hasn’t done us a favour, because it is Classic FM, and they are playing fucking Vivaldi.

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În această lume, respectul de sine depinde integral de ceea ce ne mână de la spate să fm sau să facem.

Use the late-night FM DJ voice. 2.​Start with “I’m sorry . . .” 3.​Mirror. 4.​Silence. At least four seconds, to let the mirror work its magic on your counterpart. 5.​Repeat.

Another moment until the spaghetti is done; there I am, whistling the prelude to Rossini’s La Gazza Ladra along with the FM radio. Perfect spaghetti-cooking music. I

Nixon’s avowedly ‘square’ White House was, in fact, less cheesy than Clinton’s Lite FM programming and more confident than the Kennedys’ culturally craven collect-the-set approach.

I need the roar of a sound system or the carved emotion of a Rodin sculpture or Kool FM tape packs while I pull up the carpet or chisel tiles off the wall. I need creativity.

FM poked at her own fish, then took a bite. “This is delicious.” “Eh,” Nedd said, settling down cross-legged on the sand by Kimmalyn. “It’s a little fishy.” FM blinked at him. “It is literally fish.” “Right,” Nedd said. “But…fishy fish.” “Totally,” Catnip said. “I hate it when my food adjectives its own noun.” “Exactly,” Nedd said. “It’s like the Saint says,” Kimmalyn added. “You are what you eat.

We won’t be expected to do any of that tonight,” Kimmalyn said. “Since we’re sick. It will be fun, Spin! We can stay up all night talking.” “About what?” I asked. “Normal things,” FM said, shrugging. What was normal? “Like . . . guys?” “Stars, no,” Hurl said, sitting up and pulling something off her headboard. She held up a sketchbook filled with little drawings of ships going through patterns. “Flight strategies!

I started thinking more about music. I thought I'd accepted the fact that, as part of "Being Gretchen," I didn't really like music, but in fact, the truth was slightly different: I thought I didn't like music, but in fact, I didn't approve of my own taste--I wished I liked sophisticated music, like jazz or classical or esoteric rock. Instead, my taste ran mostly to what might play on a lite FM station. Oh, well. Be Gretchen.

One can drive across Texas and be in two different states at the same time: AM Texas and FM Texas. FM Texas is the silky voice of city dwellers in the kingdom of NPR. It is progressive, blue, reasonable, secular, and smug—almost like California. AM Texas speaks to the suburbs and the rural areas—Trumpland. It’s endless bluster and endless ads. Paranoia and piety are the main items on the menu. Alex Jones is Texas’s main contribution

And perhaps she loved him all the more because he was not soaring high above her, like all her previous divinities, but walking side by side with her. Yes, she loved him; by the time he had asked her for the third dance she loved him.

If you’re driving down a long mountain pass, looking for something to listen to on the radio, give a quick scan for 104.6 FM. If you find it, that’s a very good sign to turn around and go right back the way you came. The forest doesn’t need to grow.

In October, as regularly as the leaves fell, she began the winter habit of reading her favourite novels for an hour before dinner, finding in Trollope, Miss Yonge, Miss Austen, and Mrs Gaskell friends so dear and familiar that they peopled her loneliness.

The workroom radio, tuned to FM 88.9, emitted Muddy Waters's throaty warbling. A rez station, WOJB did its best to hit every level of musical taste. Absolute bite-ya-in-the-ass blues was aired only during the wee hours. Tracker's favorite time and music.

More alarming than this, overthinking can completely warp your perception of events in time, shaping your personality in ways that mean you are more risk averse, more negatively focused and less resilient. When you’re constantly tuned into Stress FM you are not actually consciously aware and available in the present moment to experience life as it is. You miss out on countless potential feelings of joy, gratitude, connection and creativity because of your relentless focus on what could go wrong, or what has gone wrong.

well when I was a mechanoid, twisting the right nipple nut was the way we regulated body temperature, while the left nipple was mainly used to pick up short-wave radio transmissions. What I'm saying is, no matter how hard I twiddle them, I still can't seem to pick up Jazz FM'.

The rise of Autism has coincided with: 1. Color televisions. 2. Double glazing & window coatings. 3. Insulated homes that are abnormally quiet. 4. Cell phones. 5. Satellites. 6. Affordable Jet Travel. 7. Home computers & video games. 8. Energy efficient light bulbs. 9. Immunizations. 10. Global Pollution. 11. Processed foods. 12. Adoption of cars by the masses. 13. Radioactive smoke detectors in the home. 14. Increasing television screen sizes. 15. WiFi. 16. Energy Star homes that are sealed up and lacking external fresh air ventilation. 17. FM stereo radio.

You don’t believe that though,” FM said. “Why not, if that’s what you were taught?” “Do you believe everything you’re told?” I asked. “No,” FM said. “But it’s hard for most people to ignore the dominant messaging sometimes, especially when no one is willing to speak against it.” “Oh,

When the phone rang I was in the kitchen, boiling a potful of spaghetti and whistling along with an FM broadcast of tree overture to Rossini’s The Thieving Magpie, which has to be the perfect music for cooking pasta. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

I was hungry when I left Pyongyang. I wasn't hungry just for a bookshop that sold books that weren't about Fat Man and Little Boy. I wasn't ravenous just for a newspaper that had no pictures of F.M. and L.B. I wasn't starving just for a TV program or a piece of music or theater or cinema that wasn't cultist and hero-worshiping. I was hungry. I got off the North Korean plane in Shenyang, one of the provincial capitals of Manchuria, and the airport buffet looked like a cornucopia. I fell on the food, only to find that I couldn't do it justice, because my stomach had shrunk. And as a foreign tourist in North Korea, under the care of vigilant minders who wanted me to see only the best, I had enjoyed the finest fare available.

I went to the room in Great Jones Street, a small crooked room, cold as a penny, looking out on warehouses, trucks and rubble. There was snow on the windowledge. Some rags and an unloved ruffled shirt of mine had been stuffed into places where the window frame was warped and cold air entered. The refrigerator was unplugged, full of record albums, tapes, and old magazines. I went to the sink and turned on both taps all the way, drawing an intermittent trickle. Least is best. I tried the radio, picking up AM only at the top of the dial, FM not at all." The industrial loft buildings along Great Jones seemed misproportioned, broad structures half as tall as they should have been, as if deprived of light by the great skyscraper ranges to the north and south." Transparanoia owns this building," he said. She wanted to be lead singer in a coke-snorting hard-rock band but was prepared to be content beating a tambourine at studio parties. Her mind was exceptional, a fact she preferred to ignore. All she desired was the brute electricity of that sound. To make the men who made it. To keep moving. To forget everything. To be that sound. That was the only tide she heeded. She wanted to exist as music does, nowhere, beyond maps of language. Opal knew almost every important figure in the business, in the culture, in the various subcultures. But she had no talent as a performer, not the slightest, and so drifted along the jet trajectories from band to band, keeping near the fervers of her love, that obliterating sound, until we met eventually in Mexico, in somebody's sister's bed, where the tiny surprise of her name, dropping like a pebble on chrome, brought our incoherent night to proper conclusion, the first of all the rest, transactions in reciprocal tourism. She was beautiful in a neutral way, emitting no light, defining herself in terms of attrition, a skinny thing, near blond, far beyond recall from the hard-edged rhythms of her life, Southwestern woman, hard to remember and forget...There was never a moment between us that did not measure the extent of our true connection. To go harder, take more, die first.

You can’t have it both ways. You can’t be powerless and totally at fault. Which is it?” I thought about that. “It’s neither.” “Right,” FM said. “Some things are under your control, and others aren’t. You do the best you can with what you have to work with. And that is what sets you apart—what you do with it.

Like a Small Cafi, That's Love" Like a small cafe on the street of strange.— that's love... its doors open to all. Like a cafe that expands and commas with the w.then if it pours with rain its customers increase, if the weather's fm, they are few and weary... I am here, stranger, sitting in the comer. (What color .e your eyes? What is your name? How shall I call to you as you pass hy, as I sit waiting for you?) A small caa, that's love. I order two glass. of wine and drink to my health and yours. I am carrying two caps and umbrella. It is raining now. It is raining more than ever, and you do not come hA I say to myself at last: Perhaps she who I was waiting for was waiting for me, or was waiting for some other ma, or was waiting for us, and did not find him/me. She would sap Here I am waiting for you. (What color are your eyes? What is your name? What kind of wine do you prefer? How shall I call to you when you pass hyl) A small that's love...

Boggs comes a-tearing along on his horse, whooping and yelling like an Injun, and singing out: "Clear the track, thar. I'm on the waw-path, and the price uv coffins is a-gwyne to raise." He was drunk, and weaving about in his saddle; he was over fifty year old, and had a very red face. Everybody yelled at him and laughed at him and sassed him, and he sassed back, and said he'd attend to them and lay them out in their regular turns, but he couldn't wait now because he'd come to town to kill old Colonel Sherburn, and his motto was, "Meat first and spoon vittles to top off on." He see me, and rode up and says:"Whar'd you come f'm boy? You prepared to die?" Then he rode on. I was scared, but a man says: "He don't mean nothing; he's always a-carryin' on like that when he's drunk. He's the best-naturedest old fool in Arkansaw--never hurt nobody, drunk no sober.

I would follow you in death," she said..."That almost sounds like a gift. A better one would be not following me, so I am not miserable in this life and the next," he said.

Frigul, iată ce îi trebuie unui rus. Rușii sunt mulțumiți când dă înghețul.

Țipenie de om. Se părea că la ora aceasta și pe-o astfel de vreme, nu poate fi nimeni pe străzi. Astfel, domnul Goliadkin era singur cu deznădejdea sa.

Totul, până și destinul, se înarma împotriva sa.

Așa e firea mea. Vreau întotdeauna să merg mai iute decât evenimentele.

Tulburarea sa echivala cu agonia.

When in doubt - make'em laugh.

I write because I can remember and to keep those memories alive. I write for pleasure. I write because I must.

The hate of the dark nights will not defeat the love of this sunrise.

The sound of your laughter is still echoing in the room of my memories. - F.M. Sogamiah

Burning brains & broken souls are only healed first by kneeling down on the floor to speak to your creator & in that moment everything is okay!

Instead of wasting his time in Frankfurt and Tokyo, the finance minster should focus on Indian housewives and help them balance their budgets by reducing inflation and the fiscal deficit. Unfortunately, our housewives do not have access to the Nashik note printing press like our FM. The solution to India’s problems lie inside, not in wooing FII and FDI inflows.

Rarely were women hailed as heroes or were ballads sung for them. Rarely were they written of in epics. Nobody ever looked at the wives who raised families while men fought wars. Nobody ever spoke of the women who took up the jobs of men while they marched into battle. Nobody ever spoke of the women who donned the dress of their brothers and became national heroes.

machines again, and radios, and the latest Chevrolet. General Electric flooded the country with luxury gadgets: food processors, toasters, floor-polishing machines, FM radios, electric blankets, and so on. These were all products promoted by that epitome of the television salesman Ronald Reagan, a popular actor whose work in advertising eventually taught him to sell himself, too. Traditional ideals were put on hold and ‘selling out’ became a catchphrase – you accepted a job that gave you no satisfaction because the pay was good. These were the months and years when British singer Vera Lynn touched American hearts with ‘A kiss won’t mean “Goodbye” but “Hello to love”’. Yes, that’s when it started, with that kiss on Times Square.

There is a new song on Top 40 radio right now that's so good I want to kill myself. I'm not sure why exceptionally good hip-hop singles make me want to commit suicide, but they often do. I don't know what the title of the song is, but it's that religious woman with the perfect stomach from Destiny's Child and Jay-Z doing a duet featuring a horn riff from the '70s that I've never heard before (but that sounds completely familiar), and the chorus is something along the lines of, "Your love is driving me crazy right now/ I'm kind of hoping you'll page me right now." It's also possible that Jay-Z compares himself to Golden State Warriors guard Nick Van Exel during the last verse, but I can't be positive. ANYWAY, by the time you read this sentence, the song I am referring to will be ten thousand years old. You will have heard it approximately 15,000 times, and you might hate it, and I might hate it, too. But right now -- today -- I am living for this song. As far as I'm concerned, there is nothing that matters as much as hearing it on the radio; I am interested in nothing beyond Beyonce Knowles's voice. All I do is scan the FM dial for hours at a time, trying to find it.

If you take a pit bull approach with another pit bull, you generally end up with a messy scene and lots of bruised feelings and resentment. Luckily, there’s another way without all the mess. It’s just four simple steps: 1.  Use the late-night FM DJ voice. 2.  Start with “I’m sorry . . .” 3.  Mirror. 4.  Silence. At least four seconds, to let the mirror work its magic on your counterpart. 5.  Repeat.

Noaptea era cumplită, noapte de noiembrie umedă și pâcloasă, ploioasă, cu fulguiri de nea. Purta într-însa pneumoniile, guturaiurile, febrele, tifosul, toate darurile lunii noiembrie din Saint-Petesburg.

He kissed her, depraved and hungry, brushing harsh kisses to her neck, teeth digging hard enough to bruise, as if he sought to mark her with his touch. As if he intended to bury himself in her skin and make a home of her bones.

Zăpada cade tot mai tare, tot mai deasă. Nu se vede nimic la 20 e pași. Scrășnetul felinarelor e și mai jalnic. Mai jalnic este și cântul vântului, asemănător tânguirilor unui cerșetor îndărătnic care cere un ban să-și cumpere pâine.

Domnul Goliadkin și-a dat curaj cu aceste cuvinte, se scutură puțin, aruncă stratul gros de zăpadă care se pusese pe pălărie, pe guler, manta, pe cravată, pe cizme, dar nu se poate descotorosi de sentimentele sale ciudate, de dusmanu-i întunecos.

In the middle 1960s the urban AM airwaves had begun to fill up, and the FCC decreed that FM stations generate original programming instead of repeating, or simulcasting, material from AM stations. Until then, FM had been virtually ignored, since few people owned FM receivers and the rare FM stations tended to be foreign-language or generally obscure. Tom Donahue fixed that. Early in 1967 he called every FM station in San Francisco until he found KMPX, which was so broke that its phone was disconnected.

- Cand omul, in integritatea lui, va atinge fericirea, timpul va inceta sa mai existe, pentru ca nu va mai fi nevoie de el. O idee foarte justa. - Si ce se va intampla cu timpul? Unde il vor ascunde? - Nu-l vor ascunde nicaieri. Timpul nu este un obiect sau lucru, ci un concept. Se va stinge in intelect.

It became clear that light was the visible manifestation of a whole spectrum of electromagnetic waves. This includes what we now call AM radio signals (with a wavelength of 300 yards), FM radio signals (3 yards), and microwaves (3 inches). As the wavelengths get shorter (and the frequency of the wave cycles thus increases), they produce the spectrum of visible light, ranging from red (25 millionths of an inch) to violet (14 millionths of an inch). Even shorter wavelengths produce ultraviolet rays, X-rays, and gamma rays. When we speak of “light” and the “speed of light,” we mean all electromagnetic waves, not just the ones that are visible to our eyes.

Y sin embargo, cuando llego aquí, por primera vez después de un año, lo único que suena por la radio es More More More, How Do you Like It How Do you Like It, y yo pienso: este pincha es una mierda. ¡Cambio de emisora y suena «Ma Baker» de Boney M! ¡Cambio a la FM y suena «Fly Robin Fly» de Silver Convention! Le pregunto a un ayudante de camarero del hotel: ¿dónde puedo escuchar a los Mighty Diamonds o a Dillinger? Y él se me queda mirando como si le acabara de pedir que me dejara chuparle la polla y me dice: señor, no todos los jamaicanos vendemos hierba. Hasta Abba suena más que el reggae por aquí. He oído «Dancing Queen»tantas veces que creo que me estoy volviendo maricón.

I never met anybody who didn't like Rumours It got played a lot around my house in the year of 'Anarchy in the U.K.' and 'White Riot,' and I think the reason why so many people who got airsick of being in the same room with Eagle records might find songs like 'Dreams' bringing them to tears was that Fleetwood Mac transcended FM Hollywood, not only by playing and singing with open-eyed passion but by articulating the painful questions of love (and the real answers that hurt). 'Thunder only happens when it's raining/Players only love you when they're playing' may have been obvious, but that was its very purity: you had been there, and could remember all too well when you first learned you can't change anybody.

Hurt me,” she dared, “and I will hurt you twice as much. I will break you into a million pieces and scatter the drops of your essence throughout the Underworld. I will swallow the dark of your eyes and I will drape myself in your bones. I will take the shadows for my children and braid the petals of dread in my hair. And you will be known forevermore not as the devil, but as my dead husband.

When I was little, I listened to radio serials, read comic books and went to 'B' movies. When I got a little older I listened to big band swing, read slick magazines and went to 'A' movies. When I got even older I listened to F-M stereo, read literary quarterlies and went to foreign movies. And then the pop-culture movement began. Now I listen to old radio serials, read comic books and go to revivals of 'B' movies. In a society without standards who needs to grow up?

Але велика мудрість мандрованого була в тім, що просив він лиш того, що кожен мав, але воно не було необхідним. Бо кожен, хто зрізав калину з-під снігу, міг обійтися без неї тоді, коли слід було віддати її чоловікові зі снігу. Згодом я побачив, що все довкола нашої хати тримається на цьому принципі — дати тим, хто просить, те, що можеш віддати, але просити, уміти просити лиш те, що тобі дійсно можуть дати. Це власне те, що називається екологією — знанням про життя в однім спільнім домі.

■​A good negotiator prepares, going in, to be ready for possible surprises; a great negotiator aims to use her skills to reveal the surprises she is certain to find. ■​Don’t commit to assumptions; instead, view them as hypotheses and use the negotiation to test them rigorously. ■​People who view negotiation as a battle of arguments become overwhelmed by the voices in their head. Negotiation is not an act of battle; it’s a process of discovery. The goal is to uncover as much information as possible. ■​To quiet the voices in your head, make your sole and all-encompassing focus the other person and what they have to say. ■​Slow. It. Down. Going too fast is one of the mistakes all negotiators are prone to making. If we’re too much in a hurry, people can feel as if they’re not being heard. You risk undermining the rapport and trust you’ve built. ■​Put a smile on your face. When people are in a positive frame of mind, they think more quickly, and are more likely to collaborate and problem-solve (instead of fight and resist). Positivity creates mental agility in both you and your counterpart. There are three voice tones available to negotiators: 1.​The late-night FM DJ voice: Use selectively to make a point. Inflect your voice downward, keeping it calm and slow. When done properly, you create an aura of authority and trustworthiness without triggering defensiveness. 2.​The positive/playful voice: Should be your default voice. It’s the voice of an easygoing, good-natured person. Your attitude is light and encouraging. The key here is to relax and smile while you’re talking. 3.​The direct or assertive voice: Used rarely. Will cause problems and create pushback. ■​Mirrors work magic. Repeat the last three words (or the critical one to three words) of what someone has just said. We fear what’s different and are drawn to what’s similar. Mirroring is the art of insinuating similarity, which facilitates bonding. Use mirrors to encourage the other side to empathize and bond with you, keep people talking, buy your side time to regroup, and encourage your counterparts to reveal their strategy.

(...) dacă veți reuși să vă iertați pe dumneavoastră înșivă, și Cristos vă va ierta... O nu, nu! să nu mă credeți! Am comis un sacrilegiu. Chiar dacă nu veți reuși să vă împăcați cu dumneavoastră înșivă, și să vă iertați, chiar și atunci el vă va ierta pentru intenția dumneavoastră și pentru marea suferință... Căci limbajul omenesc nu are cuvinte, nu are gânduri destule pentru a exprima căile Mielului până în ziua „când aceste căi ne vor fi dezvăluite în întregime”. Cine va măsura pe cel care depășește orice măsură, cine va înțelege toată profunzimea sa?!

James Clerk Maxwell helped to enshrine this wave theory when he successfully conjectured a connection between light, electricity, and magnetism. He came up with equations that described the behavior of electric and magnetic fields, and when they were combined they predicted electromagnetic waves. Maxwell found that these electromagnetic waves had to travel at a certain speed: approximately 186,000 miles per second.* That was the speed that scientists had already measured for light, and it was obviously not a mere coincidence.4 It became clear that light was the visible manifestation of a whole spectrum of electromagnetic waves. This includes what we now call AM radio signals (with a wavelength of 300 yards), FM radio signals (3 yards), and microwaves (3 inches). As the wavelengths get shorter (and the frequency of the wave cycles thus increases), they produce the spectrum of visible light, ranging from red (25 millionths of an inch) to violet (14 millionths of an inch). Even shorter wavelengths produce ultraviolet rays, X-rays, and gamma rays. When we speak of “light” and the “speed of light,” we mean all electromagnetic waves, not just the ones that are visible to our eyes.

Гори можуть стати вулицями, подвір’ями, скверами нашого міського світосприйняття. Ми горам не потрібні. Вони самовартісні і досконалі. Вони страшенно потрібні нам. Хоча б як візія і орієнтир. Адже для нас Карпати – на південь, до тепла і переповнення життям. Карпати для нас – це щось таке, що відібрати неможливо. Це знання про надійний сховок, про найпростіше полегшення, про найдовершенішу можливість втечі у випадку необхідності. Гори – наш власний занедбаний сад за оселею. Сад, який ми не доглядаємо до певного часу. Але всі дерева у такому саді здорові і плідні. Його існування пом’якшує всі удари. Ти знаєш, що він, у разі чого, чекає і прийме...

Ili mu se od samoće razvila ta krajnja osjetljivost, ogoljelost i nezaštićenost osjećaja; ili se u zamornoj, zagušljivoj, beskrajnoj gluhoći dugih, besanih noći, među nesvjesnim težnjama i nestrpljivim potresima duha pripravlja ta prenapetost srca, spremna, najzad, da prsne ili da nađe kuda će se izliti; ili je, naprosto, nastalo iznenada vrijeme tomu svečanomu času, i to mu je lako moralo da bude, kao što iznenada za zaparna, zagušljiva dana pocrni odjednom cijelo nebo, bura se daždem i ognjem izlijeva na izgladnjelu zemlju, daždevim se biserjem vješa o smaragdove grane, gazi travu, polja, sabija u zemlju nježne cvjetne čaške, da onda, od prvih sunčanih zraka, opet sve oživi, uperi se i digne se u susret suncu, te mu svečano, do neba, pošalje svoj raskošni, slatki tamjan, veseleći se i radujući se svome obnovljenomu životu ...

This is the time our leaders has warned us about! This is the time our black panthers have been waiting for us to unite, until equality, we fight for respect & we never give up until we die trying.

Black lives matter always, we never forgot, where we came from, we never forgot, what we been through, we never forgot, the roughness of our skin we never forgot, the sheddings of our blood, we never forgot, we been through hell & back but from today onwards never again & we will never forget!

Here are some of the key lessons from this chapter to remember: A good negotiator prepares, going in, to be ready for possible surprises; a great negotiator aims to use her skills to reveal the surprises she is certain to find. Don’t commit to assumptions; instead, view them as hypotheses and use the negotiation to test them rigorously. People who view negotiation as a battle of arguments become overwhelmed by the voices in their head. Negotiation is not an act of battle; it’s a process of discovery. The goal is to uncover as much information as possible. To quiet the voices in your head, make your sole and all-encompassing focus the other person and what they have to say. Slow. It. Down. Going too fast is one of the mistakes all negotiators are prone to making. If we’re too much in a hurry, people can feel as if they’re not being heard. You risk undermining the rapport and trust you’ve built. Put a smile on your face. When people are in a positive frame of mind, they think more quickly, and are more likely to collaborate and problem-solve (instead of fight and resist). Positivity creates mental agility in both you and your counterpart. There are three voice tones available to negotiators: The late-night FM DJ voice: Use selectively to make a point. Inflect your voice downward, keeping it calm and slow. When done properly, you create an aura of authority and trustworthiness without triggering defensiveness. The positive/playful voice: Should be your default voice. It’s the voice of an easygoing, good-natured person. Your attitude is light and encouraging. The key here is to relax and smile while you’re talking. The direct or assertive voice: Used rarely. Will cause problems and create pushback. Mirrors work magic. Repeat the last three words (or the critical one to three words) of what someone has just said. We fear what’s different and are drawn to what’s similar. Mirroring is the art of insinuating similarity, which facilitates bonding. Use mirrors to encourage the other side to empathize and bond with you, keep people talking, buy your side time to regroup, and encourage your counterparts to reveal their strategy.

Water. Drinking water, water purification system (or tablets), and a water bottle or canteen. Food. Anything that is long lasting, lightweight, and nutritious such as protein bars, dehydrated meals, MREs24, certain canned goods, rice, and beans. Clothing. Assure it’s appropriate to a wide range of temperatures and environments, including gloves, raingear, and multiple layers that can be taken on or off as needed. Shelter. This may include a tarp or tent, sleeping bag or survival blanket, and ground pad or yoga mat. A camper or trailer is a fantastic, portable shelter, with many of the comforts of home. If you own one keep it stocked with supplies to facilitate leaving in a hurry, as it can take several hours load up and move out if you’re not ready. In certain circumstances that might mean having to leave it behind. Heat source. Lighter or other reliable ignition source (e.g., magnesium striker), tinder, and waterproof storage. Include a rocket stove or biomass burner if possible, they’re inexpensive, take very little fuel, and incredibly useful in an emergency. Self-defense/hunting gear. Firearm(s) and ammunition, fishing gear, multi-tool/knife, maps, and compass, and GPS (it’s not a good idea to rely solely on a GPS as you may find yourself operating without a battery or charger). First aid. First aid kit, first aid book, insect repellant, suntan lotion, and any needed medicines you have been prescribed. If possible add potassium iodide (for radiation emergencies) and antibiotics (for bio attacks) to your kit. Hygiene. Hand soap, sanitizer, toilet paper, towel, toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, and garbage bags. Tools. Hatchet (preferably) or machete, can opener, cooking tools (e.g., portable stove, pot, frying pan, utensils, and fuel), rope, duct tape, sunglasses, rubber tubing, and sewing kit. Lighting and communications. LED headlamp, glow sticks, candles, cell phone, charger (preferably hand crank or solar), emergency radio (preferably with hand crank that covers AM, FM, and Marine frequencies) and extra batteries, writing implements, and paper. Cash or barter. You never know how long an emergency will last. Extensive power outages mean no cash machines, so keep a few hundred dollars in small bills, gold or silver coins, or other valuables on hand.

Vedeniile sunt, într-un fel, crâmpeie, frânturi din alte lumi, embrinoni ai acestora. Firește, omul sănătos nu-i chip să le vadă, pentru că el este, prin excelență, teluric, adică material. Așadar, pentru ca omul să rămână normal, el trebuie să trăiască doar viața pământească. Dar, de îndată ce boala îi dă târcoale, ordinea normală, terestră, în care evoluează organismul lui, se zdruncină și începe să se contureze posibilitatea unei alte lumi; pe măsură ce boala se agravează, punctele de contact cu cealaltă lume se înmulțesc, până când moarte îl absoarbe de-a binelea.

NEVER" If nothang keeps you from enjoying life, you must always keep your commitments and never hurt others with promises you can't keep. Because when you promises someone they lay their life on you. And if broken, it simply mean you murder them. So never! #c9_fm

DO NOT If everythang doesn't unfold as you wish, do not think as far as anyone is against you, life is a roller coaster. What goes up must come down. Step after steps. Don't halt get moving as the sun shines. #c9_fm

NO PLACE "For me. No place is more comfortable to sleep than the arm of the person I love." #c9_fm

EMOTIONS "Sometimes words spoken with the mouth do not reflect the thought of the heart." #c9_fm

FAILURE "Failure begins by unleashing time, success is timing." #c9_fm

SUCCESS Success and failure are siblings of same goal, but what really diversify them is: Failure keeps hold, while success moves onward. And therefore every steps is step forward even if doing back. Don't stop keep going." #c9_fm

POSITIVITY "Positivity creates possibility and possibility begot prosperity. While humility makes prosperity durability till eternity." #C9_FM

POSITIVISM Positive mind makes wishes come true as a faithful mind manifests all hopes. #c9_fm