Ger Quotes

I want to wake up ev­ery day I have left to the warmth of your lips on mine, the sound of your voice singing next to me, the feel of your fin­gers on my skin and your heart beat­ing mu­sic with mine.

What if . . . what if . . . "What if it's a harvest camp after all?" says Emby. Connor doesn't tell him to shut up this time, because he's thinking the same thing. It's Diego who answers him. "If it is, then I want my fin gers to go to a sculptor. So he can use them to craft something that will last forever." They all think about that. Hayden is the next to speak. "If I'm unwound," says Hayden, "I want my eyes to go to a photographer — one who shoots supermodels. That's what I want these eyes to see." "My lips'll go to a rock star," says Connor. "These legs are definitely going to the Olympics." "My ears to an orchestra conductor." "My stomach to a food critic." "My biceps to a body builder." "I wouldn't wish my sinuses on anybody." And they're all laughing as the plane touches down.

DEAR DI­ARY You are greater than the Bible And the Con­fer­ence of the Birds And the Up­an­ishads All put to­geth­er You are more se­vere Than the Scrip­tures And Ham­mura­bi’s Code More dan­ger­ous than Luther’s pa­per Nailed to the Cathe­dral door You are sweet­er Than the Song of Songs Might­ier by far Than the Epic of Gil­gamesh And braver Than the Sagas of Ice­land I bow my head in grat­itude To the ones who give their lives To keep the se­cret The dai­ly se­cret Un­der lock and key Dear Di­ary I mean no dis­re­spect But you are more sub­lime Than any Sa­cred Text Some­times just a list Of my events Is holi­er than the Bill of Rights And more in­tense

Usu­al­ly, very ear­ly in the morn­ing. Ger­man la­bor­ers were go­ing to work. They would stop and look at us with­out sur­prise. One day when we had come to a stop, a work­er took a piece of bread out of his bag and threw it in­to a wag­on. There was a stam­pede. Dozens of starv­ing men fought des­per­ate­ly over a few crumbs. The work­er watched the spec­ta­cle with great interest. Years later, I witnessed a sim­ilar spec­ta­cle in Aden. Our ship’s pas­sen­gers amused them­selves by throw­ing coins to the “natives,” who dove to retrieve them. An el­egant Parisian la­dy took great plea­sure in this game. When I no­ticed two chil­dren des­perate­ly fighting in the wa­ter, one try­ing to stran­gle the oth­er, I implored the la­dy: “Please, don’t throw any more coins!” “Why not?” said she. “I like to give char­ity…

And while throughout the self same motion Repeated on forever flows The thousandfold o er arching ocean Its strong embrace around all throws Streams through all things the joy of living The least star thrilleth fond accord And all their crowding all their striving Is endless rest in God the Lord. - - - GER: Wenn im Unendlichen dasselbe Sich wiederholend ewig fließt, Das tausendfältige Gewölbe Sich kräftig ineinander schließt, Strömt Lebenslust aus allen Dingen, Dem kleinsten wie dem größten Stern Und alles Drängen, alles Ringen Ist ewige Ruh in Gott dem Herrn. Zahme Xenien VI.

Ger says that Kat has a tendency to push things to extremes, to go over the edge, merely from a juvenile desire to shock, which is hardly a substitute for wit. One of these days, he says, she will go way too far. Too far for him, is what he means.

Çawa bigihim te? Ger biheşt î, ji min re bêje, daku dua ji hemû xwedayan bikim. Ger dûjeh î, ji min re bêje, daku dinyayê bi gunehan dagirim. Çawa bigihim te? Ger welatekî dagirkirî yî, ji min re bêje, daku bo te alayekê ji postê xwe bidirûm. Ger wek min penaber î, sînorekî li dor min bikêşe, min ji xwe re bike welat. Lê bêje: çawe bikarim bigihim te?

mirov ger yek roj jî biçîte şerî, heya mirinê dê bêhna barutê jê hêt.” انسانی که حتی یک روز به جنگ برود، تا آخر عمر بوی باروت می دهد

And then her arms were around my waist and her head was against my chest. I put my forehead on ger shoulder and hugged her back. "I could never be mad at you for being who you are,

And then... well... certain thoughts begin creeping around. Will i ever ger control of my life? Will i always be shoved back and pushed around by those i trust? Will my life ever go where i want it to?

Ni ger oss skärvor av liv istället för livet. Jag vill inte bara smaka på allt utan att någonsin få njuta av en hel måltid.

mirov ger êk roj jî biçîte şerî heta mirinê dê bêhna barutê jê hêt.

There dwells a life in every star; With brother spheres it rolls afar Its self-elected, radiant way. Still throb within the great earth-ball The forces which conduct us all From day to night, from night to day. - - - GER: Das Leben wohnt in jedem Sterne: Er wandelt mit den andern gerne Die selbsterwählte reine Bahn; Im innern Erdenball pulsieren Die Kräfte, die zur Nacht uns führen Und wieder zu dem Tag heran. Zahme Xenien VI.

When glance turns To a sky-blue clear day, When the purplr-red sun Sinks low at sirocco, Here nature bestows glory, Joy, sound to eye and heart, And we find in color lore, The universal truth. - - - GER: Wenn der Blick an heitern Tagen Sich zur Himmelsbläue lenkt, Beim Sirok der Sonnenwagen Purpurrot sich niedersenkt, Da gebt der Natur die Ehre, Froh, an Aug und Herz gesund, Und erkennt der Farbenlehre Allgemeinen, ewigen Grund. Zahme Xenien VI.

My father gave my stature tall, And rule of life decorous; My mother my nature genial And joy in making stories; Full well my grandsire loved the fair, A tendency that lingers; My grandam gold and gems so rare, An itch still in the fingers. If no part from this complex all Can now be separated, What can you name original That is in me created? - - - GER: Vom Vater hab ich die Statur, Des Lebens ernstes Führen, Von Mütterchen die Frohnatur Und Lust zu fabulieren. Urahnherr war der Schönsten hold, Das spukt so hin und wieder, Urahnfrau liebte Schmuck und Gold, Das zuckt wohl durch die Glieder. Sind nun die Elemente nicht Aus dem Komplex zu trennen, Was ist denn an dem ganzen Wicht Original zu nennen? Zahme Xenien VI.

Zelfmoord heeft ze niet meer geprobeerd, want op het moment dat ze het ijskoude water voelde had ze gedacht: als m'n hart het maar niet begeeft

Ištroškęs prie šaltinio nesvajos. Jis gers, nors po to jį pakartų.

Allt jag begär är att få stå här avvaktande och att du ger mig ett tecken inifrån mig, av dig!

Ik denk dat ik vroeger erg veel tekortgekomen ben en toen maar heb besloten dat ik niemand nodig heb. En als ik dan niks krijg, dan word ik weer woedend.

Do you trust me to escort you?… Not even a little… Very good, Miss Farrow. Now let’s ger going.

Världen ger en inte saker och ting, man måste själv ta saker och ting

Skratt på avstånd ger ingen lycka. Det gör bara avståndet ännu längre.

Güç ger­çekliği olduğu gibi görmekten ziyade onu değiştirmeye dair bir meseledir.

Here’s a mnemonic device that might be useful. LEO the lion says GER LEO: you Lose Electrons in Oxidation GER: you Gain Electrons in Reduction

Çarenivîs çi dibe bila bibe gelê me dikare bijî û ger tirsa nemanê jî bike, ew wekî berê dixwaze serxwebûna xwe misoger bike.

A iubi pe cineva e ca și cum te-ai muta într-o casă nouă. La început ești îndrăgostit de tot ce-i nou, te minunezi în fiecare dimineață că-i casa ta, ca și cum te temi că, în orice clipă, poate să năvălească altcineva pe ușă și să spună că totu-i o mare greșeală și că, de fapt, nu ți se cuvine un loc atât de frumos. Apoi anii trec, fațada se scorojește, lemnul crapă pe ici, pe colo, și ajungi să iubești casa nu pentru cât de perfectă e, ci pentru imperfecțiunile ei. Îi știi toate unghiurile și ungherele. Știi cum să faci să nu se înțepenească cheia în yală când e ger. Știi care scânduri din podea se mișcă atunci când pășești pe ele și cum să deschizi ușile dulapului ca să nu scârțâie. Știi toate micile secrete care o fac căminul tău

It's Christ­mas," he whis­pered. His wife smiled up at him, and her an­swer made his throat tighten. "No," she said softly, lay­ing her fin­gers against his jaw. "Christ­mas came three days ago.

Vi har ett slags grundmentalitet som gör att vi i första hand ser de förändringar som gör oss osäkra. Och det som gör oss osäkra är skrämmande, och ger i sin tur alltid upphov till myter och vanföreställningar.

Farsickness rough translation of fernweh (Ger): the opposite of homesickness. Imagine a love turned out as bread best cast to the rivers, feedings for smaller, far-flung things— fire-flights of stillness, forms alighting, then airborne, until the breeze begins to feel like hunger, the wayward sweep of desire— for the holy wheel rotating foot, breath, and earth, the pilgrim's chaff, frayed and heliocentric, in need of distance as a horizon of prayer to both call and receive.

Gamla Gnisten brände aldrig sönder det som fanns inom dem, lika lite som drogerna de injicerar dem med nuförtiden kan söva det. Det ger sig iväg, hoppar över till någon ny bärare, och vad vi gör är att döda skal som ändå inte är helt och hållet levande

Taxin kommer för snabbt och jag inser att jag inte har valt ut några böcker. Tanken på att stiga ombord på ett flygplan utan bok ger mig panik. Rätt bok kan vara ett slags guide, något som sätter tonen för resan eller till och med får den att byta riktning.

En liten hammare slår på någon av lådorna i mitt huvud, mycket påstridigt. Jag försöker dra mig till minnes något mycket viktigt. Men jag vet inte själv vad det är för någonting. Fröken Saeki återgår till att skriva och jag ger upp och går till mitt eget rum

Degenerates! Your fate is sealed! Cry woe! Don't hope you'll ever see the skies again! I'm here to lead you to the farther shore, into eternal shadow, heat and chill. And you there! You! Yes, you, the living soul! Ger right away from this gang! These are dead.

Bessant friend of the deceased, also an art dealer Malcolm Neilson artist William Allison Neilson’s lawyer Dominic Mann art dealer Eric “Brains” Bain detective, computer specialist Professor Gates pathologist Morris Gerald “Big Ger” Cafferty Edinburgh’s preeminent gangster

Am o pasiune înnăscută de-a contrazice.Toată viaţa mea nu a fost decât un lanţ de triste şi nenorocite contraziceri faţă de ceea ce-mi spunea inima şi mintea.Prezenţa unui entuziast mă umple de o răceală,de un ger al bobotezei şi cred că prietenia cu un om molatic şi flegmatic m-ar face să ajung un visător pasionat.

To have mastered "method" and "theory" is to have become a self-conscious thinker, a man at work and aware of assumptions and the implications of whatever he is about. To be mastered by "method" or "theory" is simply to be kept from working, from trying, that is, to find out about something that is going on in the world.

Nej, Den Barmhärtige, den Barmhärtiga ger inte bröd, ger inte bröst, ger inte vatten och varken nattläger eller samläger Hon ger inte, kan inte ge och däri är hon ärlig Den Barmhärtiga ger vad hon inte ger vad hon inte kunde eller ville ge Den Gåvan heter Avstånd O du, som är stor i kärlek du fanns där och du gick tyst förbi.

Ey Welat Dûrim Ji Te" Dîsa ji te dûrim welat Dil ketye gomanên dikûr Ger dûr û nêzîk bim ji te Her dem li ser te kûre-kûr Gava ji te ez dûr dibim Ne ko ditirsim ez ji şûr Divên çarekê bikin Ji ser te rakin pî stûr Tim dar bi destê dijmin e Em têne kuştin rengê mûr Kurên te ser xistin xewê Lê ez dinalim wek bilûr Kengî ji xew rabin gelo Yan kengî em dadin tenûr Divêm bi ser çiya kevin Dîsa bikn tev qûre-qûr Welat çiqas dûrbî ji min Di dil dibî pertav û nûr Ne bes Xumênî dijmine Dijmin pirin, nêzîk û dûr Wek baz cihê kurd tim çiya Dijmin di nav xan û qisûr Dibin piyên tanga de çûn Kal û jin û bapîr û hûr Birçî û tazî û reben Çarox di pê û mil bi tûr Derd û kulan dil kirye ron Ta ko Cegerxwîn bûye tûr.

Föräldrakärlek är den enda kärleken där det slutliga målet måste vara skillsmässa. En mor som sätter värde på sonens strävan efter oberoende och uppmuntrar honom att skiljas från henne när han behöver det ger honom mycket viktiga verktyg för att handskas med livet. När modern är villig att låta sonen etablera sin egen identitet genom att låta honom ta risker på egen hand och låta honom göra sina egna misstag, och ändå finns till hands om han skulle behöva henne, bidrar hon till att skapa en människa som har förtroende för sig själv och sin förmåga. Den förkvävande modern hindrar och begränsar i stället sonens utveckling genom att styra honom för mycket och få honom att känna sig oduglig och hjälplös.

Het enige wat overblijft is de wetenschap dat alles comedy is. Uiteindelijk zal de eerste sitcom over Auschwitz gemaakt worden. Alles is een kwestie van tijd

Wat mij ook vaak opvalt, is de agressiviteit waarmee mensen hun zekerheden beschermen. Als ze 't zo zeker weten, wat kan ze dan schelen dat ik er anders over denk?

Benim size bütün bir kış söylediklerimin bü­yük bir çoğunluğu da yalandı. Ama şimdi söyleyeceklerim ger­çek: Yavrularım, insanlar üç aylık bebekken, nedeni bilinmeyen hastalıklardan ölmeden de yaşayabilirler. Cüzzam, trahom bir alınyazısı değildir. Hiçbir şey alınyazısı değildir, yavrularım. Bu kadar. Benim söyleyeceğim gerçek de bu kadar işte. Hadi bakalım, dersimiz bitti dağılın.

If he had learned anything from his father’s fate, it was to win, no matter how you did it. It was not important if someone else was hurt, or killed. If you won, you would be forgiven anything. You could be taken from a stinking ger and forced through the ranks until a thousand men followed your orders as if they came from the khan himself. Blood and talent. The nation was built on both.

Nooit durfde iemand me werkelijk nader te komen, en dat was het enige waarnaar ik verlangde. Maar het ging blijkbaar niet. Er was iets om mij heen dat ik zelf niet zag, maar dat iedereen afstootte.

A man stood in a church and told people what was good and what was bad: they did not question what they were told, and lived their lives accordingly.  I often wonder what life would be like if we still lived like that today.

I want no presents from the Beast,” said Father. “Is he trying to buy us off? Let him take his rich gifts back, and leave us our girl.” “Please, Father,” I said. “Think of them as presents from me. I’d like you to keep them, and think of me.” Father dropped his eyes, and reluctantly put out a hand and stroked the fur collar of his new jacket. Ger sighed. “I still don’t understand—and I don’t like not understanding. It makes me feel like a child again

Bilbil û Gul Bilbilê dilkul dinalî, Her li ser dêmên gulê, Gul çi zanî ku li ser kê, Wer dinalî bilbil e? Pertewa dêmên sipî Carek li dil ku ew nedî Çend bikî qêrîn û zarî Kî dizanî dil kul e? Dilgirê wek bilbilê Herdem bi nalîn û girî Girtiyê benda evînê Dil li benda sunbil e. Dilbijê bê çare çibkî Bil ji qêrîn û girî Ê di benda dil revînê Kî dizanî bê dil e? Ev xem û derd û elem Ku min di dil de pir civîn Tev ji pêt û pertewa Şaha bi tac û sunbil e Ew kesê sewdan li ser Naçî rêza dilgiran Her çiqasî ew bi gazî Rengê dengê zengil e Ger ji dêmên sorgulî Pertew nedî nêv can û dil Nakevî nêv bend û dava Zulfê mest û fulfil e Ez di benda dilrevayê Tîr ji birhan têne dil Lêw me dil herdem bi destê Nazika reş-kakile Ew kesê carek diye Derdê evînê wî bi dil Jar û sergerdan û meste Xweş dizanî 'moşkil e' Pertewa dîdariyê Ku mêxolî ez kirim Laleş a min ser li ber Danî li sîng û paşilê Bûye çil sal ku cigerxwîn Bû ji tîrên ebriwan Lew me dermanê birînê Lêv û sêvên paxile

Jag är den starke, som har makten över människors barn, svarade körkarlen, och hans röst blev fulltonig och allvarlig. Jag betvingar dem, vare sig de bor i höga salar eller i eländiga källarhålor. Jag ger friheten åt slavarna, och jag rycker ner kungarna från deras troner. Det finns ingen borg så mäktig, att jag inte bestiger dess mur. Det finns ingen kunskap så djup, att den kan sätta en damm för min framfärd. Jag slår de trygga, bäst de solar sig i lycka, och jag skänker arv och egendom åt de elända, som har försmäktat i fattigdom.

I half expected Stephen to turn the car around yet again, drive me to the police station and force me to make a statement. Of course, then I remembered – he wasn’t Mark. Or Pat. Or even Ger. He had never done anything except exactly what I’d asked of him. He’d never pushed. Never forced. He was the kind of man I’d always dismissed as weak. Certainly as ‘too nice’ for me. But now, suffused with gratitude at the sight of my building, and the quiet calm of Stephen’s presence, I realised I’d been an idiot. More of an idiot than I had ever previously realised.

Kära man. Välkommen till urvreden. Det du måste förstå är att det handlar om ett biologiskt uppror som riktar sig mot naturen. Man får inte förväxla det med allmän bitterhet, det vi har att göra med är ett blint raseri som ger eko genom själva tiden. Det du känner är inte bara din frus vrede, det är också hennes mors och hennes mormors och hennes farmors vrede, det är en öronbedövande åska genom hela släktled. Det är en kollektiv rädsla för att bli våldtagen, svindlande mensvärk, ensamma förlossningar och känslan av att ingen tackar en. Det är inte någons fel, men det är en börda vi bär på och vi kan inte alltid bära den i tysthet. Akta dig för urvreden. Ta den inte personligt, men ta den på allvar

Beijing’s response has been to incarcerate huge numbers of Ui-ghurs in ‘re-education camps’. How many people are being held is known only to the Chinese authorities, but estimates range from 150,000 to 1 million. It is alleged that inmates are banned from pray-ing or growing beards as part of a policy designed to strip the Uighurs of their religious beliefs. In April 2019 China denied the allegations, called the camps ‘boarding schools’ and said it had arrested about 13,000 terrorists and ‘broken up hundreds of terrorist gangs’. In 2016, local government officials said that the de-radicalisation effort had ‘markedly weakened’ the nascent Islamist movement. However, given that the Turkish Army said it had arrested 324 suspected jihadists from Xinjiang en route to Syria in 2015, that seems unlikely. The routing of Islamic State in Iraq and parts of Syria in 2017 has also increased the dan-gers of foreign fighters returning home but not retiring.

A five-foot rattlesnake was sunning on another flat rock fifty feet away. It raised its mean wedge-shaped head and studied him. As a boy, he had killed scores of rattlers in these hills. He withdrew the gun from the backpack and rose from the rock. He took a couple of steps toward the snake. The rattler rose farther off the ground and stared intensely. Travis took another step, another, and assumed a shooter's stance, with both hands on the gun. The rattler began to coil. Soon it would realize that it could not strike at such a distance, and would attempt to retreat. Although Travis was certain his shot was clear and easy, he was surprised to discover that he could not squeeze the trig ger. He had come to these foothills not merely to attempt to recall a time when he had been glad to be alive, but also to kill snakes if he saw any. Lately, alternately depressed and angered by the loneliness and sheer pointlessness of his life, he had been wound as tight as a crossbow spring. He needed to release that tension through violent action, and the killing of a few snakes-no loss to anyone-seemed the perfect prescription for his distress. However, as he stared at this rattler, he realized that its existence was less pointless than his own: it filled an ecological niche, and it probably took more pleasure in life than he had in a long time.

One of the few entry points to the Baltic Sea, the Kattegat passage is a busy and treacherous waterway. The entire region is a maze of fractured islands, shallow waters and tricky cur-rents which test the skills of all mariners. A vital sea route, the strait is used by large container ships, oil tankers and cruise ships alike and provides a crucial link between the Baltic coun-tries and Europe and the rest of the world. Navigating is difficult even in calm weather and clear visibility is a rare occurrence in these higher latitudes. During severe winters, it’s not uncommon for sections of the Baltic Sea to freeze, with ice occasionally drifting out of the straits, carried by the surface currents. The ship I was commandeering was on a back-and-forth ‘pendulum’ run, stopping at the ports of St Petersburg (Russia), Kotka (Finland), Gdańsk (Poland), Aarhus (Denmark) and Klaipėda (Lithuania) in the Baltic Sea, and Bremerhaven (Ger-many) and Rotterdam (Netherlands) in the North Sea. On this particular trip, the weather gods were in a benevolent mood and we were transiting under a faultless blue sky in one of the most picturesque regions of the world. The strait got narrower as we sailed closer to Zealand (Sjælland), the largest of the off-lying Danish islands. Up ahead, as we zigzagged through the laby-rinth of islands, the tall and majestic Great Belt Bridge sprang into view. The pylons lift the suspension bridge some sixty-five metres above sea level allowing it to accommodate the largest of the ocean cruise liners that frequently pass under its domi-nating expanse.

Det står en mamma utanför ett hus. Hon packar sitt barns väskor i en bil, hur många gånger gör man det medan de växer upp? Hur många leksaker plockar man upp från golvet, hur många gosedjur bildar man skallgångskedjor efter vid läggdags och hur många vantar ger man upp hoppet om på förskolan? Hur många gånger tänker man att om naturen nu verkligen ville att människor skulle fortplanta sig borde kanske evolutionen vid det här laget ha låtit skohorn växa ut ur underarmarna på alla föräldrar så att vi kunde nå in under alla förbannade soffor och kylskåp? Hur många timmar väntar vi i hallen på våra ungar? Hur många grå hårstrån ger de oss? Hur många liv ägnar vi åt deras enda? Vad krävs för att vara en bra förälder? Inte mycket. Bara allt. Bara exakt allt.

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Once, I watched a police officer pull his patrol car up to Ger-Ger, Arleen’s eldest son, and say, “Man, you’re fucked up!” (Ger-Ger had a learning disability that caused him to move and talk slowly.) When I came out of the apartment for a closer look, the officer looked at me and drove away. He might have acted differently had I not been a white man with a notepad.

myself, You shine forth, and satisfy, and are beloved and desired; that I may blush for myself, and renounce myself, and choose You, and may neither please You nor myself, except in You” (NPNF1 1:142). Ger: “The omniscient God sees the most intimate, most secret recesses of the heart. We must, then, beware of the hypocrisy that veils the secret wickedness of the heart with the external appearance of honesty” (ThC E2 § 257).

Ju mer du ger liv, Ju mer du får liv.

Svårighet ger hållbarhet.

Zelf heb ik nogal moeite met bellen, want ik stel me altijd voor dat die ander net begint aan een romantisch intermezzo en/of gehoord heeft dat z’n vader is overleden. De fantasie is niet altijd een zegen.

But she wanted the Jewish state to be just and democratic, citing the Torah’s injunction against ill-treating the ger, or the stranger, because the Israelites were “strangers in Egypt.” She felt less affinity with what Israel had become. After more than five decades of “temporary” occupation and settlement building since 1967, she said, “I believe what we are doing now is not Jewish.

Proverbs 16:16 – How much better to get wisdom than gold, to ger insight rather than silver!

The battle to ger here was hard. But it was worth it so long as I can have him.

Jag kör med hjärtat i halsgropen, det dunkar i svalget medan jag närmar mig, jag vet inte vad jag ger mig in i, det är det jag ska ta reda på. Satte mig i bilen annorlunda än jag brukar, vad som än händer kommer jag att lära mig något om mig själv, jag är nyfiken på vad det är.

En taxichaufför sa att kärlek för honom var en relation som hela tiden ger ökad avkastning. -Typ som ett bankkonto? sa Samuel. -Ja men ett jävligt bra bankkonto. Med schysst ränta. Och insättningsgaranti. Ingen jävla storbank, vet du. En liten specialiserad nischbank. -Fast det finns väl inga garantier i kärlek, sa jag. -Nej det har du kanske rätt i, sa taxixhaffisen och suckade. Så då är det väl ett ganska dåligt bankkonto. En annan gång satt vi på en efterfest och en tjej hävdade att kärlek är när någon annan är huvudpersonen i filmen om ens liv och man själv blir en bifigur och alla andra blir statister.

To think of the China story during the Trump administration as a binary fight between hawks and doves, panda sluggers and panda hug-gers, the blue team and the red team, or any other such construction is too simplistic.

If man is made the final reference point in predication, knowledge cannot get under way, and if it could ger under way it could not move forward. That is to say, in all non-Christian forms of epistemology there is first the idea that to be understood a fact must be understood exhaustively, it must be reducible to a part of a system of timeless logic. But man himself and the facts of his experience are subject to change. How is he ever to find within himself an a priori resting point? He himself is on the move...If we do not with Calvin presuppose the self-contained God back of the self-conscious act of the knowing mind of man, we are doomed to be lost in an endless and bottomless flux.

Klaarkomen was leuk, maar ik had niet het idee dat het me op enigerlei wijze bij het grote mysterie zou brengen

Wat is nou een diploma? Een stom stukje karton met wat letters die de meesten niet eens kunnen lezen

Hoe vreemd was het dat wij, sinds de oerknal, terechtgekomen waren op een dansvloer waar drie juryleden rondliepen en ons een punt minder gaven omdat ik mijn linkerteen niet genoeg naar buiten draaide?

Fakta är ett tillstånd, Sinnetillstånd är sanning. När hat är det globala faktum, Enbart kärlek ger ljus och sanning.

Lite hjälp med ett litet leende ger mening åt människolivet.

Samvete ger glädje, obefläckad av självisk festlighet. Omgiven av rituella kompromisser ger samvetet civiliserad frihet.

Molnen är bara solens förebådar, Dagens sår är morgondagens krona. Mer än glädje, smärta ger oss ljus, Lidande väcker oss till livets värde.

Natten ger ljuset, Sår ger elixir. Smärta ger hållbarhet, Molnen lär ut hur man lever.

Medveten tystnad ger orden mening.

När man älskar förbrukar man energi, och efteråt är man glad och nöjd och ger fan i allting annat.

ALLEGER  (ALLE'GER)   n.s.[from allege.]He that alleges. Which narrative, if we may believe it as confidently as the famous alleger of it, Pamphilio, appears to do, would seem to argue, that there is, sometimes, no other principle requisite, than what may result from the lucky mixture of the parts of several bodies.Boyle.

Keep Warm & Hate Winter

Am iubit de când mă știu Cerul verii străveziu, Despletitele răchite, Curcubeiele pe stânci Ori pădurile adânci Sub ger alb încremenite. Mi-a fost drag pe bărăgane Să văd fetele morgane Ori pe crestele din munte Joc de trăsnete rotunde, Scurgerea cocorilor, Pacea înălțimilor, Semeția pinilor Plini de scama norilor. Am iubit iubirea pură, Floare roșie pe gură Și în inimă arsură, În priviri zăpezi candide Și-n piept voci necontenite. M-a înfiorat ades Tot ce gândurile țes Pe al filelor polei Dansuri repezi, legănate, De pe arcuri înstrunate, Săgetarea de idei... Toată-această măreție Ne-a fost dată din vecie...

There are so many little trig~ gers out there, being squeezed in the darkness even as I write this. This book is correctly labeled. Now all we have to worry about is all the other books, and, of course, life, which is huge and complicated and will not warn you before it hurts you.

The population of an inference is thus equivalent to the breadth or scope of an argument.

Dashdelgar is out hunting!” Otgar began in a loud voice. All at once, my uncles and aunts ceased their talking and turned toward her. No Qorin in existence misses a joke. Especially not a Dashdelgar joke. He is our patron god of obfuscating stupidity. So what if it was being told in Hokkaran? Most of us understood Ricetongue, even if we did not speak it. Except Temurin. She said she’d learn it when Hokkarans learned Qorin, which was a fair point. “But Dashdelgar hunts in winter, and he took with him only four arrows. After a whole day out in the cold, he fails to hit anything. So he fills his belly with kumaq and makes his way back to his ger.” You listened. Your brows scrunched like caterpillars above your eyes, but you listened. “He finds his wife with another man—not his brother either!” A chorus of laughs. You blinked at me. “Qorin marriages are different,” I whispered. “Sometimes brothers share wives.” You swallowed and licked your lips. I could hear you thinking that you were not in Hokkaro anymore. “They do not notice him, but this is not out of the ordinary; Dashdelgar is a small man, and he shares his ger with his entire family. His wife and the other man keep right on going. Dashdelgar watches them, infuriated. But he sees that there is another skin of kumaq and so he drinks it.” I was going to have to explain a lot of things to you because of this joke. Hokkarans don’t speak of lewd matters, but it is not uncommon for such things to happen in the ger, in full view of the adults. “It is then Dashdelgar notices three important things. One: he is drunk. Two: the ger is empty, except for the couple. And, three: this is not his ger.” There it is. Everyone breaks down laughing. Even you spare a chuckle.

Substantiv på -ism, -het, -skap och -i kan lugnt användas utan risk för att någon fattar något. Exempel: – Jag gillar socialism. – Jaså du. Jag för min del håller på konservatism. – Då är du emot jämlikhet och broderskap då? – Nej nej, en sann konservatism främjar jämlikhet och broderskap. Men i motsats till dej anser jag demokrati vara grundläggande. – Där tar du fel. Jag håller också styvt på demokrati. Huvudsaken är ju att man får säga vad man vill. – Jaha du. Då är vi överens då. Hej du. – Hej hej. OBS: för att riktig meningslöshet skall uppstå fordras att man noga undviker att definiera dessa abstrakta termer. Om någon frågar vad man egentligen menar med t.ex. demokrati bör man svara: "Det är väl självklart", eller "Jag menar givetvis riktig demokrati", eller: "Fattar du inte det så är det ju meningslöst att tala vidare om saken", eller dylikt. Ger man sig in på definitioner kan man lätt råka säga något vettigt.

All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.” – Sun Tzu, The Art of War

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Digitalur är symptomatiska för vår motsägelsefulla tidsålder. De ger oss exakt tid på nanosekunden, men ingen kontext: en oändlig följd av "Du är här"-pilar, men ingen karta.

Det ät sorgligt att hjärta rimmar på smärta, att bröst rimmar på tröst och tröst på höst. Ty varken smärta eller höst ger tröst åt hjärta eller bröst.

The manager needs only a molehill to build a mountain, but the money-ger needs a full mountain to build another.

Ibland tänker jag att det är som om man ger upp", säger hon sen långsamt med blicken i bordet. "Du vet som om man nöjer sig." [...] "Man undrar hur mycket som är kärlek och hur mycket som är ett medel mot ensamheten. [...] Och för varje år som går smälter alla andra ihop mer och mer i sina parkonstellationer. Alla par blir mer och mer som öar, som självständiga atomer.

Your people will be torn from the land for this, Tartar. Your gers will burn and your herds will be scattered.

När höjdarna ger dig en lort, putsar du upp den och säger "Men Gud, så fin!" Det för att de blir imponerade av ens intellekt, perceptionsförmåga och kapacitet. Om du inte gör det står du bara där med en lort i handen.

Whether we realize it or not we are indoctrinated to react predictably to specific signs, symbols, words, and images. These trig-gers have included Red and Communist during the United States’ 1950s McCarthyism; or Muslim terrorist during the currently constructed “War on Terror.” Targeted reactions can thus be achieved, making the populace open to further manipulation in this state.

The cold does strange things to you.

Everything starts off by being confused. And then you realise what you have to do and you go and do it and everything becomes clearer. And then, things get in the way. Events. People. Places. Emotions become involved, even if you don’t intend them to or even want them to. So you end up being confused again.

Ett annat missgrepp är att konstnärligt begåvade personer tror att de bara kan förverkliga sig själva och bli lyckliga om de har tillräckligt med pengar för att inte behöva tänka på oväsentligheter. Men den bekymmerslösa tillvaron ger dem ett övermått av tid att tänka på hur olyckliga människan är till sin natur och för att glömma sin stora olycka kastar de sig in i nöjeslivets hektiska virvlar och sen blir de snart verkligt olyckliga.

Livet ger oss så mycket", säger mr Appleby, "chanser, glädje, hopp. Men i allt det där sitter saknaden invävd. Om man försöker dra ut den tråden repas hela väven upp. Saknaden är priset vi betalar för kärleken.

Kyrkoherden kommer in och församlingen reser sig upp. Jag får syn på Adison som slinker in längst bak. Han ser mig och ger mig ett underbart leende. Vissa människor kan prata i evigheter utan att säga något; andra kan förmedla en hel värld med bara ett ansiktsuttryck.

I do sometimes wonder which side the Foreign Office is on.

No, no… not my job, Summers, I’m more of a – how can I put it? – more of a writing papers type of chap. Probably papers no one will read, but there we are.