Ja Rule Quotes

Oh, I should probably set a few ground rules before we do this.” “Oh?” I turn at the waist and look at him curiously. “What kind of ground rules?” He smiles. “Well, number one: my car, my stereo; I’m sure I don’t need to elaborate on that.

Rule number one that all girls must learn. If you’re told to lie down on the floor during a robbery or to step inside a waiting car during a kidnapping, you’re not doing yourself any favors by cooperating. You’re essentially handing the bastards a loaded gun and giving them express permission to shoot you in the head.

Who makes these rules?” she asks. “Who enters a plural relationship with stupid rules like no fucking and more talking?” I laugh again.

We are not a coven." "Kim's a witch." "She's a vegan." "What's the difference?

Jos viinin juojalla on syvää lempeyttä sisimmässään, hän osoittaa sitä juopuneena. Mutta jos hän kätkee sisäänsä vihaa ja ylimielisyyttä, ne pulpahtavat pintaan.

A lot of rappers have tried to become stars by taking on the thug persona—Ja Rule, for example—but they just weren’t as committed as ’Pac.

The first rule for getting out of holes is to stop

Flibbet the Peddler has a rule that says, It is a terrifying thing to be truly seen—but it is infinitely worse not to be.

When the four of us are all together, we have no rules.”    

Maailma on täynnä ihmisiä, jotka takertuvat varallisuuteen, arvostukseen tai valtaan. Mitä enemmän menestyksen merkkejä ihmiset ansaitsevat, sitä enemmän he niitä näyttävät tarvitsevan. Ahnaina ja himokkaina he tekevät maallisesta omaisuudesta oman qiblansa, he katselevat aina siihen suuntaan huomaamatta, että muuttuvat itse himoitsemiensa tavaroiden palvelijoiksi.

Tässä maailmassa kaikki kamppailevat päästäkseen jonnekin ja tullakseen joksikin vain jättääkseen jokaisen saavutuksensa taakseen kuoleman jälkeen. Sinä sen sijaan tähtäät tyhjyyden korkeimmalle tasolle. Elä tämä elämä yhtä kevyesti ja tyhjästi kuin numero nolla. Emme mitenkään eroa ruukusta. Meitä eivät pidä pystyssä ulkopuoliset koristukset vaan sisäpuolen tyhjyys. Juuri samalla tavalla meidät pitää liikkeellä tyhjyyden tiedostaminen eikä se, mitä pyrimme saavuttamaan.

It stopped being private the moment the two of you started brawling in public,” Joanna returned. “And it became my concern as soon as the two of you attacked my deputies.” “You shouldn’t talk to us like that,” Sandy said. “Aren’t you supposed to say ‘allegedly attacked’? After all, we haven’t been convicted yet.” “Sorry,” Joanna said. “It’s my jail, my rules.” “But I’m old enough to be your mother,” Samantha objected. “More than old enough,” Joanna countered. “Too bad neither one of you has brains enough to act your age.

A series of Supreme Court decisions in the last two decades struck down race-conscious measures to desegregate schools and workplaces. In City of Richmond v. J.A. Croson Co., decided in 1989, the Court ruled that the former capital of the Confederacy practiced reverse discrimination against whites by adopting a set-aside program to steer some of its construction dollars to minority-owned firms—“even when, without the program, less than one percent of construction contracts went to minorities in a city over 50 percent African American,” as legal scholar Ian Haney Lopez pointed out.

We aren’t defined only by our darkest choices. There is much more to us than those. “Our pasts are complicated, what we’ve done, what has happened to us, but the beauty of life is that each day, we choose again which parts of that past we will allow to shape our actions. Most of the worst decisions in history have been motivated by love of some kind or another. The decisions you are haunted by certainly were. The path we take away from those choices is dependent on whether we let the choices compel us, or refocus on the love that motivated us in the first place. “If you don’t want to be a Keeper today, then don’t be one. But if the only thing holding you back is choices you made in the past, well, those choices are done. Let the past inform your choices today, but don’t let it rule them.

I am the first to admit that my rules are unreasonable. My behavior is atrocious. My indifference is derogatory. But if the pets don’t care, why should I?

So you might as well get your dirty talk over with so you can concentrate on behaving tonight when I have your ankles tied to your thighs and your pussy open for inspection. Because I’m going to have a lot of rules, Ashleigh. And a lot of commands you’ll have to follow. I’m going to touch you in places that will make you scream. I’m going to let you please me in ways you’ve only dreamed of, and then I’m going to fuck you sore.

He's a big bad-ass motherfucking biker who rules his kingdom with an iron fist and yet can love on a girl so soft and sweet, she sees God in all his heavenly glory. 

Jesus changes the way we are changed. The gospel really does change everything. Trying to change without treasuring Christ is no way to live. You need grace, not grit; not mere rules, but the Ruler and his gentle commands. You need Jesus.

George Winfield said with a sigh. “When I signed on to be medical examiner around here, I never realized how many bodies we’d have to haul in from out in the boonies. And I sure didn’t understand about the hours. Couldn’t you get your murderers to do their deeds in places that are a little more on the beaten path, Joanna? And it would be nice if it wasn’t almost always the middle of the night when it happens. How about instituting a rule that says all bodies are to be found and investigated during normal office hours only?

Let the past inform your choices today, but don’t let it rule them.

Thursday, January 12, 2006 It’s been a long day. I’m in a hospital lobby, waiting for a friend whose loved one is hovering between life and death. Sitting here is giving me some time to reflect on some of the things I’ve learned today, and they aren’t pretty. What I want to do is speak to every parent with an adolescent or pre-adolescent child and say to those parents: WAKE UP!!! If your child has a computer, check it out. Find out what chat rooms he or she visits, and find out what’s going on there. Find out who’s on your child’s buddy list. Who sends e-mails to your child’s address and what do those e-mails say? And what does your child say back? Does this sound like an invasion of your precious offspring’s privacy? You bet it is. It’s also called parenting. The same rules apply to your child’s cell phone. What comes and goes on your son or daughter’s text messages is private. It’s also possibly deadly. Today I’ve caught glimpses of some of the people out there, evil people—who are trolling the cyber-ether for innocent children to victimize—your children. And yes, you should be very afraid for your children. And if looking over your son or daughter’s shoulder when they’re online annoys them? Fine. You can tell them from me that being a parent is a dirty job, but somebody has to do it. Babe, posted 6: 07 P.M. January 12, 2006

That rule is fucking stupid,” I yell. “Last

I’m playing by all these rules, you know. Rules I just make up whenever things go wrong so I can try to find a logical way past the problem instead of dealing with it.

Remember there are no rules in Krav Maga. Always defend and attack at the same time. Always fight with aggression. And never go down.

The Runners do not, as a rule, like me, and I do not like them. They consider me a meddlesome nuisance who only exists to make them look like bumbling fools, and I consider them, well, bumbling fools.

The cardinal rule of abduction is; if someone wants to take you someplace to do terrible things to you, resist.

Evo nekih tipičnih ciljeva: ''nametanje svojih ideoloških uvjerenja'', ''dokazivanje da sam (ili sam bio) u pravu'', ''pokazivanje sposobnim'', ''uspinjanje na hijerarhijskoj ljestvici'', ''izbjegavanje odgovornosti'' (ili, brat blizanac toga cilja, ''preuzimanje zasluga za tuđa djela''), ''napredovanje'', ''privlačenje pozornosti'', ''pobrinuti se da me svi vole'', ''ubiranje plodova mučeništva'', ''opravdavanje vlastitoga cinizma'', ''racionaliziranje svojeg antisocijalnog držanja'', ''umanjivanje značenja sukoba koji se upravo odvija'', ''podržavanje svoje naivnosti'', ''prenaglašavanje svoje ranjivosti'', ''prikazivati se svecem'' ili (a ovaj je osobito podmukao) ''pobrinuti se da za sve uvijek bude krivo moje nevoljeno dijete''. Sve su ovo primjeri onoga što je sunarodnjak Sigmunda Freuda, manje poznati austrijski psiholog Alfred Adler nazvao ''životnim lažima''. Osoba koja živi s nekom životnom laži pokušava manipulirti stvarnošću pomoću percepcije, misli i djelovanja tako što samo usko zadanu i unaprijed određenu rezultatau dopušta postojanje. Kada tako živimo, onda svjesno ili nesvjesno temeljimo svoj život na dvije premise. Prva glasi da je naše trenutno znanje nesumnjivo dovoljno da odredimo što je dobro sve do u daleku vudućnost. Drug glasi da bi stvarnost, kada bi bil prepuštena sama sebi, bila nepodnošljiva. Prva je pretpostavka filozofski neopravdana. Naime, ono čemu trenutno težite možda nije vrijedno postizanja, baš kao što ono što sada radite može biti pogrješno. Druga je premisa još gora. Vrijedi samo ako je stvarnost u sebi nepodnošljiva i istodobno nešto čime možete uspješno manipulirati i izvrtati. Takav govor i razmišljanje zahtijeva aroganciju i uvjerenost koju je engleski pjesnik John Milton genijalno poistovjetio s arogancijom i samouvjerenošću Sotone, najvišega Božjeg anđela koji je tako spektakularno zastranio. Razumska sposobnost opasno naginje oholosti: ''ono što ja znam jest sve što treba znati''. Oholost se zaljubljuje u vlastite tvorevine i nastoji ih apsolutizirati.

No postoji još jedan temeljni problem sa životnim lažima, osobito ako se zasnivaju na izbjegavanju. Kada griješimo djelom, to znači da smo napravili nešto što znamo da je pogrješno. Grijeh propusta znači da ste dopustili da se dogodi nešto loše, a mogli ste to spriječiti. Pritom se prvi, grijeh djelom, obično smatra težim od potonjega koji je u svojoj biti izbjegavanje. No ja nisam tako siguran u to. Zamislite osobu koja inzistira na tome da sve u njezinu žibotu bude ispravno. Izbjegava sukobe, smiješi se i radi ono što joj se kaže. Pronađe svoj kutak i tu se sakrije. Ne propituje autoritet, ne iznosi svoje ideje i ne žali se kada se prema njoj loše odnose. Želi biti nevidljiva, kao riba u jatu. No nemir joj potajice izgriza srce. Ona svejedno pati jer život je patnja. Usamljena je, izolirana i neispunjena. No njezina poslušnost i zaborav same sebe oduzimaju sav smisao njezinu životu. Postala je rob, alat koji drugi mogu iskorištavati. Ne dobiva ono što želi ili treba jer bi za to morala reći što misli. Zato u njezinu životu nema ničega vrijednog što bi moglo biti protuteža životnim nevoljama. I od toga joj je mučno.

If you don’t want to be a Keeper today, then don’t be one. But if the only thing holding you back is choices you made in the past, well, those choices are done. Let the past inform your choices today, but don’t let it rule them.

›Kohtalo› (destiny) on muuten sana, jota Marx itse käyttää englanniksi (mahdollisesti Engelsin kanssa) kirjoittamassaan artikkelissa »The British Rule in India». Se käsittelee brittien siirtomaavaltaa Intiassa ja julkaistiin The New York Daily Tribune -sanomalehdessä 1853. Raakuudet ja törkeydet, joihin britit syyllistyivät, ovat nyt sivuseikka, tai kuten Marx sanoo, niistä ei tällä kertaa ole kyse: »But that is not the question.» Kyse ei ole vähemmästä kuin siitä, että teollistamalla Intiaa britit Marxin käsityksen mukaan toteuttivat tiedostamattaan ihmiskunnan kohtaloa. He tuhosivat – kuten Marx asian ilmaisee – intialaisten puoli-sivistyneet ja puoli-barbaariset kyläyhteisöt, missä lanka kehrättiin ja kangas kudottiin käsin, ja toivat tilalle koneensa ja teollisuusrakennuksensa, jotka tietenkin olivat useimmiten englantilaisten omistuksessa. Intian vuosisatainen omavaraistalous romahti, kyläyhteisöjen elämä lamaantui ja halpa työvoima ohjattiin tehtaisiin, jotka olivat pääomakeinottelijoiden omistuksessa. Marxia ei kannata edes tulkita, sillä hän ei peittele ajattelunsa raadollisuutta. Hänen ajatuksistaan voi antaa tarkan kuvan siteeraamalla esimerkiksi samassa lehdessä noin kuukautta myöhemmin ilmestynyttä artikkelia »The Future Results of British Rule in India»: »England has to fulfil a double mission in India: one destructive, the other regenerating – the annihilation of old Asian society, and the laying of the material foundations of Western society in Asia.» Jos sijoitamme sanan ›India› paikalle sanan ›Finland› ja sanan ›England› paikalle sanan ›Europe›, saamme Snellmanin opin peruslauseen.

Hitler, seeing an opportunity, not a disaster, and always comfortable with a lie that he could sell to his adoring public, blamed the civilian bombing on the British. The English had done it intentionally, he told the German people. He pledged revenge against “the English murderers” and started to bomb English civilians. So began the Battle of Britain, the bombing campaign aimed at London. Eventually, the citizens of Berlin would have to pay the price. But the Nazi high command remained undeterred. "Do you want total war?" Goebbels shouted to a large crowd just hours after the January 30 bombing of Berlin. “Isn’t that what you asked for?” “Ja! Ja!” the crowd roared in response. Total war was what they had asked for and total war was what they were now getting. And so the war of terror from above was underway. The unwritten rules of war from World War One seemed forgotten: in the past civilians were not bombed. The unarmed “warriors” were now delivered up to the bombs, as required by the new rules of conflict. The bombs shredded, entombed, suffocated, and incinerated women and children, old people and infants, prisoners and hospital patients, friend and foe, National Socialists and

My father led the Morrow with honesty and strength. He said that fear could punish and rule, but never lead.

What happened to your father’s words that fear could punish and rule, but never lead?” “You have to rule them before you can lead, Will.

As narratives became more contemporary and enlightened, the rules changed. You don’t kill kids or pets, because it pisses people off. You also don’t kill main characters. At least, you aren’t supposed to. It’s kind of like a contract. Or a promise. It’s uncool to break your promise. To paraphrase someone in the know: when a narrative works well, it is so real that it becomes a vicarious workout of your limbic system. The emotions you feel are indistinguishable from real emotions, but without real-world connections or consequences. You laugh along with, and at, the characters. Fear for them when danger looms. And cry when bad things happen. Luke blows up the Death Star, and it’s your triumph. You feel just as happy as if you saved the universe yourself. Leonardo dies at the end of Titanic even though there was room on that door for two people, and you feel the loss.

I live with two women. Our menstrual cycles are synced. I know scary.

He saw life, in that instant, as a series of borrowings. You slopped together a brain from atomic mud, your cells clustered together and built you a frame, and you grew layers of flesh and draped it over your bones. You took vibrations from the air and made a voice; you drew light through your eyes and the world appeared like projector thrusting an image onto a dark screen. You learned rules, and your feelings shaped themselves into something beyond your control, a weapon you had to master if you had hoped to destroy anything specific.

We trust each other to follow the rules and if we all do that, if we all keep to the plan, we end up happy.

And I like rules. Rules make sense. I like things that make sense. And love… love makes no sense at all.

Apparently the kid, Aiden Cole, was in high demand. He was a talented role-player, had a high pain threshold, gave incredible head, and was--well, gorgeous.

So he’s right. It’s the experiences that count. The memories. The time we get. This is just life. And even though it feels like we’re all playing by different rules because there are men out there like Damon and women out there like me, and some people are born rich and some are born super poor, and some are smart, and some are not, and some get more chances, more lucky breaks, we’re still playing by the same rules. We’re born. We live. We die. That’s it. What we do with the live part is up to us.

Where would I be without my baby, The thought alone might break me. And I don't wanna go crazy, But every thug needs a lady.” -Ja Rule