Iceman Quotes

We're like America's little pit bull. They beat it, starve it, mistreat it, and once in a while they let it out to attack somebody.

To hell with the truth! As the history of the world proves, the truth has no bearing on anything. It's irrelevant and immaterial, as the lawyers say. The lie of a pipe dream is what gives life to the whole misbegotten mad lot of us, drunk or sober.

You know what happens when you get out of the Marine Corps," Person continues. "you get you brains back.

You’ll say to yourself, I’m just an old man who is scared of life, but even more scared of dying. So I’m keeping drunk and hanging on to life at any price, and what of it?

The incompetent leading the unwilling to do the unnecessary.

My last girlfriend was Greek,” said the Iceman. “The shit her family ate. You would not believe. Like rice wrapped in leaves. Shit like that.

In the Bhagavad Gita they say, "The mind under control is your best friend, the mind wandering about is your worst enemy." Make it your best friend, to the point where you can rely on it. Your mind makes you strong from within. It is your wise companion. The sacrifices you make will be rewarded. Life doesn't change, but your perception does. It's all about what you focus on. Withdraw from the world's influence and no longer be controlled by your emotions. If you can grab the wheel of your mind, you can steer the direction of where your life will go.

[There] was a time when a lot of people came to the door. The milkman. The iceman. The Fuller Brush man. Encyclopedia salesmen. There was a sense of interaction with the world that started right at your own front doorstep.

Hey, it's ten in the morning!' says Person, yelling at two farmers dressed in robes in the distance. 'Don't you think you ought to change out of your pajamas?

You can't be too careful about work. It's the most dangerous habit known to medical science.

God damn you, stop shoving your rotten soul in my lap!

Piano Man, Iceman, Albatross, Doc. They were all dead

With everyone lounging around, eating sleeping, sunning, pooping, it looks like some weird combat version of an outdoor rock festival.

We can do more than what we think." It's a belief system that I have adopted and it has become my motto. There is more than meets the eye and unless you are willing to experience new things, you'll never realize your full potential.

A true warrior can only serve others, not himself...When you become a mercenary, you're just a bully with a gun.

Don't pet a burning dog.

And I took a seat in the grandstand of philosophical detachment to fall asleep observing the cannibals do their death dance.

If you can learn how to use your mind, anything is possible.

It struck me that such analyses had it backward. It’s the American public for whom the Iraq War is often no more real than a video game. Five years into this war, I am not always confident most Americans fully appreciate the caliber of the people fighting for them, the sacrifices they have made, and the sacrifices they continue to make. After the Vietnam War ended, the onus of shame largely fell on the veterans. This time around, if shame is to be had when the Iraq conflict ends - and all indications are there will be plenty of it - the veterans are the last people in America to deserve it. When it comes to apportioning shame my vote goes to the American people who sent them to war in a surge of emotion but quickly lost the will to either win it or end it. The young troops I profiled in Generation Kill, as well as the other men and women in uniform I’ve encountered in combat zones throughout Iraq and Afghanistan, are among the finest people of their generation. We misuse them at our own peril.

Soon, leedle proletarians, ve vill have free picnic in the cool shade, ve vill eat hot dogs and trink free beer beneath the villow trees! Like hogs, yes! Like beautiful leedle hogs!

Do you experience that? Ask yourself, "Have I ever experienced the wonders of life?" Meditate about it. Meditation helps your spirit bloom like a beautiful flower. The experience can be beautiful and great. Poetry is the language of the soul. So listen. "Life is like a dewdrop on a grass leaf. When is slips away, it's gone forever.

Her body had been asleep but now it was wide awake and very aware of every inch of the Iceman. She'd already nicknamed him and thought of him as 'her' Iceman, even if it was just in her fantasies.

Stay passed out, that's the right dope. There ain't any cool willow trees- except you grow your own in a bottle.

Let him come! I have seen them come before -- at Margesfontein, Spion Kiopje, Modder River. Stepping into battle, left right left right, waving their silly swords, so afraid they couldn't show off how brave they was, and with mine rifle I kills them so easy!

Make it simple for yourself by calming your mind from anger, understanding what makes you sad, and replicating the experiences that make you happy. If you want strength and success, just do it!

Fear does not go away by itself. You have to confront your fear, mold it, then learn to control it in it's own irrational reality. Every human being has the power to do just that. To go deep within and confront your inner being is a powerful act. Going deep and developing the will power is the only way.

They kill hundreds of people, those pilots. I would have loved to have flown the plane that dropped the bomb on Japan. A couple of dudes killed hundreds of thousands. That f****** rules! Yeah!

LARRY--(with increasing bitter intensity, more as if he were fighting with himself than with Hickey) I'm afraid to live, am I?--and even more afraid to die! So I sit here, with my pride drowned on the bottom of a bottle, keeping drunk so I won't see myself shaking in my britches with fright, or hear myself whining and praying: Beloved Christ, let me live a little longer at any price! If it's only for a few days more, or a few hours even, have mercy, Almighty God, and let me still clutch greedily to my yellow heart this sweet treasure, this jewel beyond price, the dirty, stinking bit of withered old flesh which is my beautiful little life! (He laughs with a sneering, vindictive self-loathing, staring inward at himself with contempt and hatred. Then abruptly he makes Hickey again the antagonist.) You think you'll make me admit that to myself?

To deprive the derelicts of hope is right, and to sustain them in their illusory "pipe dreams" is right also.

The fucked thing,” Doc Bryan says, “is the men we’ve been fighting probably came here for the same reasons we did, to test themselves, to feel what war is like. In my view it doesn’t matter if you oppose or support war. The machine goes on.” 

If you don't like the path your life has taken, choose another.

But, there is still every reason for healthy people to take cold showers, or swim outside in cold water. It gives you the feeling that you are alive.

Gentlemen, we just siezed an airfield. That was pretty ninja.

You find surprising things about the privite life of a country when you invide it

Vigorous public ball scratching is common in the combat-arms side of the Marine Corps, even among high-level officers in the midst of briefings.

Who the fuck's Herodotus?" Asked the Iceman.

Progress? Oh, I think so. The iceman melteth.

One of the few comforts I have when looking at images of distant suffering is the hope that the starving child with flies on his face doesn't know how pathetic he is. If all he knows is misery, maybe his suffering isn't as bad.

O nce you know the way to your spiritual destiny, you can change. Once you realize that there are no limits in your mind Once you realize there are no boundaries to what is possible, you can change.

The only reason I've quit is--Well, I finally had the guts to face myself and throw overboard the damned lying pipe dream that'd been making me miserable, and do what I had to do for the happiness of all concerned--and then all at once I found I was at peace with myself and I didn't need booze any more.

In my civilian world at home in Los Angeles, half the people I know are on antidepressants or anti–panic attack drugs because they can’t handle the stress of a mean boss or a crowd at the 7-Eleven when buying a Slurpee.

ROTC programs at Ivy League campuses would liberalize the military. That can only be good for this country.

Taking a shit is always a big production in a war zone.

That was pretty ninja.

Marines getting baptized? This used to be a place of men with pure warrior spirit. Chaplains are a goddamn waste.

¿Quién eres realmente, Eric Grau, y qué escondes bajo esa piel tan fría?

I've come to understand that if you want to learn something badly enough, you'll find a way to make it happen. Having the will to search and succeed is very important

Out of options, I tried something new. I tried to think my cramp away. Visualizing the part of my leg that was throbbing, I began to loosen that area in my mind. Soon enough, the muscle in my leg began to relax. For the first time ever, I realized that I could consciously think away a muscle cramp. I believe it was a direct result of knowing the body with my mind.

I cruised into this war thinking my buddy's going to take a bullet, and I'm going to be the fucking hero pulling him out of harm's way. Instead, I end up pulling out this little girl we shot, hiding in the backseat of her dad's car.

NAMBLA's infiltrated First Recon,' Person continues after bringing the vehicle to a stop. 'There's a guy in Third Platoon, hes going to be collecting photographs of all the children and sending them back to NAMBLA HQ. Back at Pendleton he volunteers at the daycare center. He goes around collecting all the turds from the five-year-olds and puts them into Copenhagen tins. Out there everyone thinks he's dipping, but it's not tobacco. It's dookie from five-year-olds.

• What unites them is an almost reckless desire to test themselves in the most extreme circumstances. In many respects the life they have chosen is a complete rejection of the hyped, consumerist American dream as it is dished out in reality TV shows and pop-song lyrics. They've chosen asceticism over consumption. Instead of celebrating their individualism, theyíve subjugated theirs to the collective will of an institution. Their highest aspiration is self-sacrifice over self-preservation.

The fact is people who can’t kill will be subject to those who can.

making contact with the Earth’s electrical field—has a favorable effect on health. The Earth is negatively charged while the air is full of positive ions.

As a doctor, he knew that there is no physiological reason for all men and women over the age of 40 to become overweight.

All religious stuff aside,” Colbert cuts in. “The fact is people who can’t kill will be subject to those who can.

—Te aconsejo que dosifiques tu energía, Johan. Te va a hacer falta —replica sin perder el aplomo. Iceman ha vuelto.

I can count on that? That you'll get out of here? Because you look an awful lot like you're about to go cowboy again on me, Iceman. More than you already have, and I can't accept that.

But in our age of emptiness, tragedies are relatively rare. Or if they are written, the tragic aspect is the very fact that human life is so empty, as in Eugene O’Neill’s drama, The Iceman Cometh. This play is set in a saloon, and its dramatis personae—alcoholics, prostitutes, and, as the chief character, a man who in the course of the play goes psychotic—can dimly recall the periods in their lives when they did believe in something. It is this echo of human dignity in a great void of emptiness that gives this drama the power to elicit the emotions of pity and terror of classical tragedy.

Van der Poel discovered—in addition to Buteyko’s diagnoses—that people with chronic fatigue, burnout, fibromyalgia and myalgic encephalomyelitis also breathe more rapidly or deeply than is necessary.

Get some! expresses in two simple words the excitement, fear, feelings of power and the erotic-tinged thrill that come from confronting the extreme physical and emotional challenges posed by death, which is, of course, what war is all about.

the head ice-man, (Kárjí-báshí) sends two or three hundred persons to cut the ice, which, transparent as crystal and brilliant as diamonds, is used in summer to cool their sherbet by the inhabitants of Constantinople and Brússa. Some hundred ass-loads are every day embarked

She looks to be about three, the same age as his daughter at home in California...the girl's eyes are open. She seems to be cowering...Graves reaches in to pick her up- thinking about what medical supplies he might need to treat her...when the top of her head slides off and her brains fall out.

I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias And slid my fingers among topics and titles Looking for you. And the answer comes slow. There seems to be no answer. Old-fashioned Requited Love" I shall ask the next banana peddler the who and the why of it. Or—the iceman with his iron tongs gripping a clear cube in summer sunlight—maybe he will know.

penetrates to the core of many diseases related to prosperity.

Piles (hemorrhoids) are also varicose veins, but in and around the anus.

In the Bhagavad Gita they say, "The mind under control is your best friend, the mind wandering about is your worst enemy.

If we’d have fought these women instead of men,” another Marine comments, “we might have got our asses kicked.

Combat engineers tend to be fanatical about their profession. Perhaps it’s a prerequisite.

I seem to have gained acceptance by making a total jackass of myself.

Frank, have you seen today’s obits?” Gerald asked. “Never look at them,” I replied. “I only read the comics, sports, and horoscopes.” “Can’t you see I’m being serious?” “Who bit the dust, then?

I don’t make you sick,” he says, tightly controlled fury dripping from every word. “I make you come. I make you beg for it.” “Yes, you had to make me beg for it.” I pour all my pent-up loathing and contempt into my hateful glower. “I didn’t do it on my own. I never would have. Just kill me and get it over with, you scum-licking pig, because I am Tamara Bennett, and I will end your disgusting life or die trying. I am not Toy, I was never Toy, and I never will be. You fucking failed at breaking me, like you fail at life, you piece of shit.” Instead of answering, he turns and storms out of the room. As soon as he’s out the door, I hear him shouting. No, roaring. An animal sound of pure fury. I hear glass breaking and a door slam repeatedly. I’ve made the iceman lose control. I smile to myself. I shut my eyes and remember that I’m Tamara again. It feels so good to be Tamara

Lead the way, Kittycat.” My mouth dropped. “Excuse me.” “You heard me.” His voice was a low rumble, mere inches separating us. “Don’t call me that.” “Mmm. You sure enjoy judging others. Taciturn. Intimidating. Iceman. But you can’t handle how others see you.” I clenched my jaw tight. “Kittycat suits you. Sharp claws, watchful eyes, volatile when cornered.” He flicked my braid over my shoulder. I batted his hand away. His grin made me want to scream . “See what I mean.

Toward the end, a band that had a young fellow from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania—I remember on account of him saying it two or three times and laughing every time that he did—played a song called 'All She Gets from the Iceman is Ice.' It made the grown folks, most of them anyway, howl laughing. I don’t think I ever seen Mama laugh so hard. When it was about over, the sheriff come up and made them stop playing it, but he was grinning, too, so I figured he was just making them stop as part of the show.

Il crimine non era l’unica opzione per Vision. Esistevano altre possibilità da prendere in esame. Si sarebbe potuto rivolgere ad amici e famiglia. Ma era stanco, si sentiva abbandonato e [Jeffrey] Normington era convincente. Un’altra svolta, un altro errore. Max Vision, un bravo ragazzo sotto tutti i punti di vista, si ritrovò di nuovo in fondo al baratro. Al suo posto emerse Iceman, un cattivo ragazzo sotto tutti punti di vista, anche se con un alter ego, Vision, che aveva precedenti come collaboratore dei federali.

Challenges bring about the true nature within me. It alerts my body and mind, altering my state of being. It makes me feel so alive! It's like I always say, "We can do more than what we think." At those moments when I encounter a challenge, I become extremely aware of the deeper layers of my soul.

It is moments like this that one needs to face his fears. The best way to have such a moment is to gradually confront the fear and approach it in a way that is both exciting and inspiring. You have to be decisive and physically prepared to do your best. After that, little by little, you will see progress.

Spontaneous events are puzzles in the mind that you have to figure out on the go. It's a part of living in the present. You have to be at your best and be alert to potential mistakes, because in that moment, the mind and its thinking process are one. You have to be ready to mold yourself to whatever life gives you. To be ready, you must be alert within.

utterly

In 2017, researchers reconstructed the diets of Neanderthals, cousins of modern humans who went extinct approximately 50,000 years ago. They found that an individual with a dental abscess had been eating a type of fungus – a penicillin-producing mould – implying knowledge of its antibiotic properties. There are other less ancient examples, including the Iceman, an exquisitely well-preserved Neolithic corpse found in glacial ice, dating from around 5,000 years ago. On the day he died, the Iceman was carrying a pouch stuffed with wads of the tinder fungus (Fomes fomentarius) that he almost certainly used to make fire, and carefully prepared fragments of the birch polypore mushroom (Fomitopsis betulina) most probably used as a medicine. The indigenous peoples of Australia treated wounds with moulds harvested from the shaded side of eucalyptus trees. Ancient Egyptian papyruses from 1500 BCE refer to the curative properties of mould, and in 1640, the King’s herbalist in London, John Parkinson, described the use of moulds to treat wounds.

Another young actor in Charlie’s class with me was a guy by the name of Martin Sheen. In one session Marty did a monologue from The Iceman Cometh, and he blew the roof off—I said, this is it, this is a great actor we are witnessing. He was the next James Dean as far as I was concerned. I got to be friends with Marty Sheen, and one day he said to me, “You know what my real name is, don’t you? Estevez.” He was half Spanish and he came from Ohio, out there in the Midwest, where he had a tough upbringing. He was one of ten kids in a working-class family that was always struggling for money. He had tenacity and grit and I could tell he was one of the best people I’d ever know, all grace and humility. I loved him. I still do. Marty Sheen moved in with me in the South Bronx so we could split the rent. We worked together at the Living Theatre in Greenwich Village, where we cleaned toilets and laid down rugs for the sets of the plays they put on.

Believe it or not, "Iceman".. there are many people who are more than happy with our normal, ordinary, boring everyday lives!

The iceman thawed a bit for you.

By the early Victorian period, there were eighteen receiving houses in London, and the Illustrated London News estimated some 200,000 people were bathing in the Serpentine each year. In winter, the lifeguards donned greatcoats emblazoned with ‘Iceman’ on the back and patrolled the banks for any skater who might fall through the ice. Icemen operated throughout London at all regular skating grounds.

We have accessory respiratory muscles in our necks that help us breathe faster for short periods.

After taking cold showers for a month, and after consulting with her doctor, she

was able to stop taking her medication.

For a month, they ate as much as they liked and whatever they liked, but only between five in the afternoon and ten o’clock at night.

In the book, he explains that this practice trains your body to mainly use fat as fuel instead of glucose.

After my message on Twitter, I received a number of responses from people who were cured—completely unexpectedly—of their piles after practicing cold training.

See Amazon's bio on don loedding and a review of his first book of short stories"The Search For the Bearded Clam" and read inside "Global Warming:The Iceman Cometh".

A conditioned mind can cause narrowed perception, especially when you only focus on one sense and rarely use the others. Also, it's not about simply using them; it's about forming your entire perception through those other senses. Subsequently, you can begin to see the world in a different light. Tom and I discovered this as we spoke during our progression through the canyon.

Obstacles in life consume energy. Because Tom and I were able to overcome the obstacles in our way, we experienced a new type of energy. We felt powerful and full of vigor as we continued on. As we approached the final part of the canyon, moonlight began to peak through the rocky walls. It was a beautiful sight as we began to regain our vision and realize what we had just accomplished.

In 1991 two hikers in the Italian Alps stumbled upon a 5,300-year-old corpse that would later be dubbed “Ötzi the Iceman.” Preserved for more than five millennia in the ice and dry mountain air, Ötzi is the oldest intact corpse ever found. Forensic investigation revealed that Ötzi was most likely a shepherd. Ötzi was also a murder victim. He had been shot in the back with an arrow. As a Bronze Age shepherd who became a murder victim, we might think of Ötzi as the Abel of the Alps. I find it poignant and sadly apropos that the oldest human corpse was not found resting in a peaceful grave with attendant signs of reverence, but sprawled upon a bleak mountainside with an arrow in his back. It’s a distressing commentary on the origins of human civilization. It seems that human civilization is incapable of advancing without shooting brothers in the back. From the lonely death of Ötzi in the Italian Alps to Neda Agha-Soltan in Iran, whose violent death in Tehran during the 2009 election protests was captured on a cell-phone camera and witnessed around the world, the number of Abels who lay slain by a Cain are incalculable. In a world that spills the blood of the innocent, it’s easy to despair. But it’s the world Abel, Ötzi, and Neda were slain in that Jesus came to save.

so young

As he walked, the men patrolling the ground gave him respectful nods. As expected. He was the oldest son of Lorenzo ‘Bloodhound’ Maroni, the grandson of Antonio ‘The Iceman’ Maroni, who had been the founder of the Tenebrae Outfit and one of the most notorious leaders of the underworld. Dante was the heir to the empire. He was expected to continue the legacy in his blood, and he fucking hated it.

The lead man swaggered up carrying an MP5. “Don’t you people speak American?

In my childhood the iceman came twice a week; he would carry in, with his great tongs, two fifty-pound blocks of ice, which he would put in our icebox. In a few years the iceman gave way to refrigeration, but I still, now, say “icebox” when I mean “refrigerator.

Through a deep blue dusk that fell at the very end of a season of ruin he came up past the landscape of ruin itself. Looming palely out of a coming dark were statuary, birdbaths, Madonnas, unarmed Venuses, capering cherubim, shapeless shapes past all identifying. The yard as it climbed toward the yellowlit house at its summit looked like a dumping ground for sculptors, the repository for misbegotten art that resulted from clumsy hands, hangovers, dementia praecox. A yard sale from the attic of a madhouse.

He thought how much simpler everything would be without the baggage you accumulate going through life. All the dog carcasses and dead wives and tiny houses that come back to haunt you. If you could just deepsix it all over the side and keep moving. If you could just slide through customs with nothing to declare.

He fought the police until they overpowered him, they had to shoot him with one of those stun guns. Daddy shipped her body back to Illinois and had it buried there. But that’s not the point. Do you see the point? For the life of him Rideout didn’t. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t believe there was a point. The point is that’s what I want, she said. Somebody who loves you so much they just won’t ever quit on you. Absolutely no ambivalence. That will say fuck the grave and refuse to let you go and if you do they reach into the dark after you and pull you back into the light. That’s what I want.

In these foreshortened December days dusk came early. Night came rolling out of the violet trees like dark waters from a levee breached and unseen and swept across the field toward them. His thumb traced the fading cerise and mauve outline of her bruises. The side of her face, the ribcage below her left breast. All the light there was in her bedroom was a candle she’d lit and in its glow the bruises had taken on the shapes of conjectural countries, old lost continents you shouldn’t ever go to. She rose naked from the bed and took up their wine glasses from the nightstand. With the dim light behind her and her red hair unbraided all down her back she looked like a fairytale princess a few years past happily ever after who’d rethought her position and gone over to the dark side.

D-don't kill me, p-please. "Kill you"?! For being a barely braincelled, morally challanged, ethnically intolerant, poorly dressed backwards thinker?