Jameson Williams Quotes

I’ve never seen another love like Scarlett and Jameson’s. It was one of those fated lightning strikes, miraculous to see up close, to feel the energy between the two when they were in the same room. That is the love that lives in your veins. I’ve never seen another love like I had for Edward—we were twin flames. But I’ve also never seen another love like I had for Brian—deep and calm and true. Or another love like William’s for Hannah—achingly sweet. But I have seen the same love that I had for William the day I stepped onto that plane. It lives in you. You are the culmination of every lightning strike and twist of fate. Do not settle for the love that hones your edges and turns you brittle and cold, Georgia. Not when there are so many other kinds of love waiting for you. And don’t wait like I did, wasting seventeen years because I’d left one bitter foot in my past. We’re all entitled to our mistakes. When you recognize them for what they are, don’t live there. Life is too short to miss the lightning strike and too long to live it alone. This is where my story ends. I’ll be watching over you to see where yours leads.

Then Brian came along. Oh Georgia, I fell for his warm eyes and soft smile that very first year he rented the cottage. It wasn't the same as I'd felt for Edward. That had been a once in a lifetime kind of love. But it was steady, warm, and as gentle as the spring thaw. . .It is love that brought you here. I've never seen another love like Scarlett and Jameson's. It was one of those faded lightnight strikes, miraculous to see up close, to feel the energy between the two when they were in the same room. That is the love that lives in your veins. I've never seen another love like I had for Edward, we were twin flames. But I've also never seen another love like I had for Brian - deep, and calm, and true. Or another love like William's for Hannah, achingly sweet. But I have seen the same love that I had for William the day that I stepped on that plane. It lives in you. You are the culmination of every lightning strike and twist of fate. Do not settle for the love that hones your edges and turns you bitter and cold, Georgia. Not when there are so many other kinds of love waiting for you. And don't wait like I did, wasting 17 years, because I'd left one bitter foot in my past. We're all entitled to our mistakes. When you recognize them for what they are, don't live there. Life is too short to miss the lightning strike, and too long to live it alone.

En el año 1895 tuve el privilegio, como joven oficial, de ser invitado a un lunch con sir William Harcourt. En el curso de una conversación en la que tomé parte, pregunté, temo que no con mucha modestia: «¿Qué sucederá?». El viejo estadista victoriano replicó: «Mi querido Winston, las experiencias de mi larga vida me han convencido de que nunca sucede nada». Desde aquel momento, tal como me parece a mí, nada ha dejado de ocurrir. El aumento por doquier de grandes antagonismos vino acompañado por la agravación progresiva de la contienda política del país. La magnitud que han adquirido por sí mismos los acontecimientos ha empequeñecido los episodios de la época victoriana: sus pequeñas guerras entre grandes naciones, sus disputas de buena fe sobre asuntos superficiales, el alto y agudo intelecto de sus personajes, los límites de acción sobrios, frugales y estrechos, todo esto pertenece a un período desaparecido. Los ríos suaves por los que navegábamos, con sus pequeños remolinos y ondas, parecen inconcebiblemente remotos de la catarata a que hemos sido arrastrados y de las corrientes en cuya turbulencia estamos ahora luchando. Yo cifro el comienzo de estos tiempos violentos en nuestro país desde la incursión de Jameson, en el año 1896. Este fue el heraldo, si no el progenitor, de la guerra sudafricana. De la guerra sudafricana nacieron la elección caqui, el movimiento proteccionista, la campaña sobre la mano de obra china y la consiguiente reacción liberal y su triunfo del 1906. A partir de aquí, se produjeron las violentas incursiones de la Cámara de los Lores sobre el Gobierno popular, que, hacia fines del 1908, había reducido la inmensa mayoría liberal a una virtual impotencia, de cuya condición fue rescatada por la Ley de Presupuestos de Lloyd George en 1909. A su vez, esta medida fue, por ambas partes, la causa de aun mayores provocaciones, y su rechazo por la Cámara de los Lores fue un ultraje constitucional y un desatino político sin parangón. Ello condujo directamente a las elecciones generales de 1910, a la ley o estatuto parlamentario y a la lucha de Irlanda, en la que nuestro país estuvo en el umbral de la guerra civil. De este modo se produjo una sucesión de acciones de partido que continuaron, sin interrupción, cerca de veinte años: cada injuria era devuelta con creces, cada oscilación era más violenta, cada peligro más grave, hasta parecer que tendría que suplicarse la intervención del sable para enfriar la sangre y calmar las pasiones exaltadas.

It wasn’t until the ship returned to Castine that my infraction came up as an issue to be dealt with. Once again, I sought out the council of my friendly advisor, Commander Jameson, who surprisingly had a few choice words to say and then advised that I write a statement blaming this mess on my youth and immaturity. I personally didn’t like the idea but followed his advice, along with a plea for clemency. Two long weeks later, I found myself in front of RearAdmiral William W. Warlick USN Ret. I really didn’t know what to expect. The two midshipmen that preceded me into his office were both expelled, for what seemed a minor infraction. I guess that when my turn came, he just gave up on being a hardnosed admiral. Looking me in the eye, he asked if I had learned my lesson. When I said, “Yes sir,” he waved me off with a “Don’t let me see you again.” I later learned that Jameson had talked to him, paving the way for me….