Jan 1 Quotes

Lord, make me a blessing to someone today.

You’re the fool,” Jesper snarled. “He’s smarter than most of us put together, and he deserves a better father than you.

Do not live in fear, Khalid-jan, for that is not a life.

Life is a gift full of riddles in which suffering and happiness are inextricably intertwined. Any attempt to have one without the other was simply bound to fail.

And so there must be in life something like a catastrophic turning point, when the world as we know ceases to exist. A moment that transform us into a different person from one heartbeat to the next.

The firefly only shines when on the wing, So it is with us--when we stop, we darken.

She hoped that Tin Win would learn what she had learned over the years: that there are wounds time does not heal, though it can reduce them to a manageable size.

How can anyone truthfully claim to love someone when they’re not prepared to share everything with that person, including their past?

Well, I'm going to church. But i've got to tell you that it's full of hypocrites. My friend, if you keep your eyes on Christians, you will be disappointed every day of your life. Your hope is to keep your eyes on Christ.

Meet Wylan Van Eck,” said Kaz Brekker as the boy’s cheeks flooded crimson. “Jan Van Eck’s son and our guarantee on thirty million kruge.

Chaos will come and I will be its master.

Can words sprout wings? Can they glide like butterflies through the air? Can they captivate us, carry us off into another world? Can they open the last secret chambers of our souls?

Sorrow and joy, he thought, so inextricably entwined that he could scarcely tell where one left off and the other began.

Are you reading your Bible?" Ah, well...I was." And then you quit." You got it." Then, you can expect to be weak on one of your flanks, and that's precisely where the Enemy will come after you with a vengeance.

Only a few days earlier he had explained to her that he did not merely read books but traveled with them, that they took him to other countries and unfamiliar continents, and that with their help he was always getting to know new people, many of whom even became his friends.

I have often wondered what was the source of her beauty, her radiance. It’s not the size of one’s nose, the color of one’s skin, the shape of one’s lips or eyes that make one beautiful or ugly. So what is it? Can you, as a woman, tell me? I shook my head. I will tell you: It’s love. Love makes us beautiful. Do you know a single person who loves and is loved, who is loved unconditionally and who, at the same time, is ugly? There’s no need to ponder the question. There is no such person.

We wish to be loved as we ourselves would love. Any other way makes as uncomfortable. We respond with doubt and suspicion. We misinterpret the signs. We do not understand the language. We accuse. We assert that the other person does not love us. But perhaps he merely loves us in some idiosyncratic way that we fail to recognize.

She had learned over the years that there are wounds time does not heal, though it can reduce them to a manageable size.

You’re a blackmailer—” “I broker information.” “A con artist—” “I create opportunity.” “A bawd and a murderer—” “I don’t run whores, and I kill for a cause.” “And what cause is that?” “Same as yours, merch. Profit.” “How do you get your information, Mister Brekker?” “You might say I’m a lockpick.” “You must be a very gifted one.” “I am indeed.” Kaz leaned back slightly. “You see, every man is a safe, a vault of secrets and longings. Now, there are those who take the brute’s way, but I prefer a gentler approach—the right pressure applied at the right moment, in the right place. It’s a delicate thing. “Do you always speak in metaphors, Mister Brekker?” Kaz smiled. “It’s not a metaphor.” He was out of his chair before his chains hit the ground.

I know very little, and I still know more than you, Khalid-jan. I know love is fragile. And loving someone like you is near impossible. Like holding something shattered through a raging sandstorm. If you want her to love you, shelter her from that storm . . .” Jalal rose to his feet, straightening the insignia of the Royal Guard at his shoulder. “And make certain that storm isn’t you.

The essence of a thing is invisible to the eye, U May said. Learn to perceive the essence of a thing. Eyes are more likely to hinder you in that regard. They distract us. We love to be dazzled.

In World War One, they called it shell shock. Second time around, they called it battle fatigue. After 'Nam, it was post-traumatic stress disorder.

I am not without you, that you are with me from the moment I wake until the moment I fall asleep, that it's you when the wind caresses me, that it's your voice I hear in the silence, you whom I see when I close my eyes, you who make me laugh and sing when I know no one else is around.

Eyes and ears are not the problem... It is rage that blinds and deafens us. Or fear. Envy, mistrust. The world contracts, gets all out of joint when you are angry or afraid.

I wish I possessed your particular brand of optimism," Rahim grumbled. "And what brand would that be?" "Idiotic." "Better idiotic than ineffectual." "Better alive than dead." "Run home, Rahim-jan," Tariq said. "I can hear your mother calling." "Insufferable ass.

She saw that he knew what loneliness was, that he understood why it might be raining inside a person even when the sun shone, that sadness needed no immediate cause.

Death is not the end of life, but a stage thereof.

Gossip's like jam; it don't bear fruit if you don't spread it.

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It's true I lost my eyesight many years ago. But that doesn't mean I'm blind.

Go, and be as the butterfly

I'm not sure I would put it that way. When we get over something, we move on, we put it behind us. Do we leave the dead behind or do we take them with us? I think we take them with us. They accompany us. They remain with us, if in another form. We have to learn to live with them and their deaths..... I think of them every day, I wonder what they would say at a given moment. I ask them for advice, even today, at my age, when it will soon be time to be thinking of my own death"...

Of course I am not referring to those outburts of passions that drive us to do and say things we will later regret, that delude us into thinking we cannot life without a certain person, that set us quivering with anxiety at the mere possibility we might ever lose that person-a feeling that impoverishes rather than enriches us because we long to possess what we cannot, to hold on what we cannot. No. I speak of a love that brings sight to the blind. Of a love stronger than fear. I speak of a love that breathes meaning into life, that defies the natural laws of deterioration, that causes us to flourish, that knows no bounds. I speak of the triumph of the human spirit over selfishness and death.

Our hopes rest with you, Mister Brekker. If you fail, all the world will suffer for it.” “Oh, it’s worse than that, Van Eck. If I fail, I don’t get paid.” The look of disgust on the merch’s face was something that deserved its own DeKappel oil to commemorate it. “Don’t look so disappointed. Just think how miserable you would have been to discover this canal rat had a patriotic streak. You might actually have had to uncurl that lip and treat me with something closer to respect.” “Thank you for sparing me that discomfort

I will tell you: It's love. Love makes us beautiful. Do you know a single person who loves and is loved, who is loved unconditionally and who, at the same time, is ugly? There's no need to ponder the question. There is no such person.

Sorrow's a tall mountain you climb one inch at a time. You ain't supposed to do it quick; else you won't profit from the journey.

Do we leave the dead behind or do we take them with us? I think we take them with us. They accompany us. They remain with us, if in another form. We have to learn to live with them and their deaths.

And so there must be in life something like a catastrophic turning point,when the world as we know cease to exist. A moment that transforms us into a different person from one heartbeat to the next. The moment when a lover confess that there's someone else and that he's leaving .or the day we bury a father or mother or best friend . Or the moment when the doctor informs us of a malignant brain tumor

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My friend, if you keep your eyes on Christians, you will be disappointed every day of your life. Your hope is to keep your eyes on Christ.

One of the things that makes a dead leaf fall to the ground is the bud of the new leaf that pushes it off the limb. When you let God fill you with His love and forgiveness, the things you think you desperately want to hold on to start falling away . . . and we hardly notice their passing.

The city most believed to be the handsomest in Kentucky never failed to impress .... The streets, lined with booths and wagons from which people displayed their wares, had a festive air.

I found this butterfly dead on our porch a few weeks ago. I have pressed it. It's one of those whose wing beats you loved best. You once said it reminded you of my heartbeat. None sounded sweeter.

Jan could not recall ever seeing a creature more beautiful, though there nagged somewhere at the back of his mind the notion that she ought to have seemed hideous. Why? For she was pure, admirably pure, without a twinge of conscience or shame.

Who are you? What’s your name?” “Mi Mi.” “Do you hear that thumping noise?” “No.” “It must be here somewhere.” Tin Win knelt down. Now it was nearly next to his ear. “I hear it more and more distinctly. A soft pulsing. You really don’t hear it?” “No.” “Close your eyes.” Mi Mi closed her eyes. “Nothing,” she said, and laughed. Tin Win leaned over and felt her breath on his face. “I think it’s coming from you.” He crept closer to her and held his head just in front of her chest. There it was. Her heartbeat.

[He taught her] that life is interwoven with suffering. That in every life, without exception, illnesses are unavoidable. That we will age, and that we cannot elude death. These are the laws and conditions of human existence.

The true essence of things is invisible to the eyes...Our sensory organs love to lead us astray, and eyes are the most deceptive of all. We rely too heavily on them. We believe that we see the world around us, and yet it is only the surface that we perceive. We must learn to divine the true nature of things, their substance, and the eyes are rather a hindrance than a help in that regard. They distract us. We love to be dazzled. A person who relies too heavily on his eyes neglects his other senses--and I mean more than his hearing or sense of smell. I'm talking about the organ within us for which we have no name. Let us call it the compass of the heart.

I speak of a love that brings sight to the blind. Of a love stronger than fear. I speak of a love that breathes meaning into life, that defies the natural laws of deterioration, that causes us to flourish, that knows no bounds. I speak of the triumph of the human spirit over selfishness and death.

She hoped Tin Win would learn what she had learned over the years: that there were wounds time does not heal, though it can reduce them to manageable size.

We believe that we see the world around us, and yet it is only the surface that we perceive.

It (Life) is constantly changing, and yet it remains the same.

There was the world of the sick and dying and the world of the hale. The healthy and hale did not want to know anything about the sick and dying.

Faith by its very nature must be tried... what God does with our faith must be something like workouts. He sees it to that our faith gets mushed and pulled, stretched and pounded, taken to it's limits so its limits can expand... If it doesn't get exercised, it becomes like a weak muscle that fails us when we need it.

Bodily fatigue, which nearly always accompanies this hateful malady, can wear down the spirit. And how can the Holy Spirit work with a vessel that’s leaking as fast as he can fill it?" "If I know you," the bishop continued, kindly, "you are not resting. You are not recreating.

prayer of the day in gratitude to God's grand wisdom Jan. 24, 2014 skin muscles veins osseous layers marrow all this passes life mass to ash to dust, thus, we must always trust-rest in earth’s faithful arms, hold to the night sky’s Polaris and all this within knowing God is Just always ———————— http://awordfromapoetsdesk.wordpress....

you sound like a hen with diarrhea. There’s only one truth, and it’s annihilation.

Hush now, ‘tis time to sleep and dream secrets of long ago.

Reading is a foundation o every knowledge an all the pure and the wise thoughts.

...where wine enters, smartness goes away...

An offence with words is the worst offence.Word kills

Beter één vuurpijl in de lucht, dan tien in de kast, heeft de koning geschreven

Oromo Proverbs:-Qabeenyaa fi Fageenyatu / Fira wal jaalachiisa. Wealth and distance make relatives one another love.

She was mystified by people who were always hurrying things along. A time of waiting offered moments, minutes, sometimes even hours of peace, of rest, during which, as a rule, she was alone with herself.

Rollins reached for his watch. It had to be about time for the dealers to change shifts, and he liked to supervise them himself. “Son of a bitch,” he exclaimed a second later. “What is it, boss?” Rollins held up his watch chain. A turnip was hanging from the fob where his diamond-studded timepiece should have been. “That little bastard—” Then a thought came to him. He reached for his wallet. It was gone. So was his tie pin, the Kaelish coin pendant he wore for luck, and the gold buckles on his shoes. Rollins wondered if he should check the fillings in his teeth. “He picked your pocket?” Doughty asked incredulously. No one got one over on Pekka Rollins. No one dared. But Brekker had, and Rollins wondered if that was just the beginning. “Doughty,” he said, “I think we’d best say a prayer for Jan Van Eck.

إن الوطن باق والأشخاص زائلون.. ومصر العريقة هي الخالدة أبداً.. تنتقل رايتها وأمانتها بين سواعد أبنائها.. وعلينا أن نضمن تحقيق ذلك بعزة ورفعة وكرامة.. جيلاً بعد جيل.. ~ من خطاب الرئيس السابق محمد حسني مبارك يوم الثلاثاء 1 فبراير 2011.

Only once had she asked the question: Why? And she had known that there would never be an answer. Her feet were a whim of nature. It would have been silly to look for causes or to rebel. She would not bicker with fate. Still, it hurt.

I know very little, and I still know more than you, Khalid-jan. I know love is fragile. And loving someone like you is near impossible. Like holding something shattered through a raging sandstorm. If you want her to love you, shelter her from that storm

Whether through blind luck or sound business sense, Blum ended up buying the whole set of soup cans for $1,000, paying $100 per month till it was paid off. In 1999 he sold them to the Museum of Modern Art for $7 million in cash and a $7 million tax deduction.

Lilly's something old was the love her husband-to-be had carried in his heart since he was just a boy. Her something new was the renewel of that love. Something blue was ever second they would ever be apart. There was nothing borrowed. Everything from here on out was for keeps.

I have never experienced writers block and I've written every day since June 1972. But I have experienced the need to get up and walk around, eat ice cream, let ideas percolate, forget the story for a time, and then return to the page. Even the muse needs a vacation to rest up before she gives more of herself.

all the nomad tribes would be slain, though he would be sure to call it a “cleansing.

where we found enemies, beings who would not submit to us. Alfheim, where we found sometime-allies. And Midgard, where we found worshipers and foot soldiers for our armies.

The Aesir will not fight you. There is no honor in slaying a woman.

and well, you know what they say." "Yeah, play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

What they had felt as fragile as a floating dandelion seed rising through the hot summer air. Matt had no idea where it would go.

Sometimes we must search afar to find what's close at hand.

Nothing in this world had a fixed place. Everything was in motion.

There's no other way I can think of to put it—but when you let him move into your life, the garbage moves out. The anger starts to go, and the resentment, and the fear.

Do we not give the Lord the greatest promises in the most dire moments?

With an incredulous sigh, I found myself still shaking my head. It all seemed so improbable but I knew he was right. That was the most frustrating part of it all. I knew about the bunyip. How many times had I heard the word as a child? I even knew that they liked still water, quiet billabongs. But if I walked into the Rangers office at Central Station and told them they had a bunyip in their lake! Once more I shook my head. They wouldn’t even bother to lock me up. They would probably take the report and then just file it somewhere... like in the bin, like I was a nutter.

You know very little, and I still know more than you, Khalid-jan. I know love is fragile. And loving someone like you is near impossible. Like holding something shattered through a raging sandstorm. If you want her to love you, shelter her from that storm..." Jalal rose to his feet, straightening the insignia of the Royal Guard at his shoulder. "And make certain that storm isn't you.

Further, it is evident that if pope or other superior command the priest not to preach, who is disposed to do so (as has been said), or the rich not to give alms, the inferior ought not to obey. Wherefore, depending on this command of the Lord, I have not obeyed Pope Alexander's command in regard to not preaching and hence will humbly bear excommunication,1 confident that I will secure to myself the benediction of my God.

Well, Preacher, you've took a load off my mind, and that's a fact. I've been wrestlin' with this f'r a good while, and now I'm just goin' to set it down in th' road and leave it." "That's a good plan, Uncle Billy. God asks us not to worry about tomorrow." "That's a hard one, Preacher." "It sure is. And it takes practice. Just stick with today, is what he recommends. Of course, it helps to stick with him, while we're at it.

It has been almost 50 years since American journalist and author Jane Jacobs published her seminal book The Death and Life of Great American Cities in 1961.1 She pointed out how the dramatic increase in car traffic and the urban planning ideology of modernism that separates the uses of the city and emphasizes free-standing individual buildings would put an end to urban space and city life and result in lifeless cities devoid of people.

And so there must be in life something like a catastrophic turning point, when the world as we know it ceases to exist. A moment that transforms us into a different person from one heartbeat to the next. The moment when a lover confesses that there's someone else and that he's leaving. Or the day we bury a father or mother or best friend. Or the moment when the doctor informs us of a malignant brain tumor. Or are such moments merely the dramatic conclusions of lengthier processes, conclusions we could have foreseen if we had only read the portents rather than disregarding them? And if these turning points are real, are we aware of them as they happen, or do we recognize the discontinuity only much later, in hindsight?

She had never witnessed such a symbiosis between two people, and there were moments when the sight of them made her wonder whether, in the end, a person maybe wasn't alone after all, whether in some cases, the smallest human unit was two rather than one.

I told him I had no use for introspection and navel-gazing. I was probably one of the few New Yorkers who had never been to a therapist. I was not the type to go looking for the causes of all my problems in my childhood, and I had no respect for those who did.

Vždyť lidé dělají všechno, i to nejabsurdnější, aby unikli vlastní duši. Věnují se indické józe jakéhokoliv zaměření, dbají na příkazy ohledně jídla, učí se nazpaměť teosofii, modlí se mystické texty z celé světové literatury - všechno, protože nevyjdou sami se sebou a protože jim chybí jakákoli víra, že by z jejich duše mohlo vzejít něco užitečného. Tak se pozvolna duše stala Nazaretem, ze kterého nemůže nic dobrého vzejít (Jan 1, 46), a proto to člověk bere ze všech čtyř světových stran: čím je to z větší dálky a čím je to neobvyklejší, tím lépe.

Não. Eu me refiro a um amor que dá visão ao cego. De um amor mais forte do que o medo. Eu falo de um amor que dá sentido à vida, que desafia as leis naturais da deterioração, que nos faz florescer, que não tem limites. Eu me refiro ao triunfo do espírito humano sobre o egoísmo e a morte.

The Moors had been in Spain for several years when they decided to settle in the valleys of the Alpujarras mountains. A people called Turdules or Turdetains then lived in these valleys. The natives called themselves Tarsis and claimed to have lived formerly in the region of Cadiz. They still used several words of their ancient language, which they could even write. The letters of their alphabet were what are known in Spain as desconocidas.fn1 Under Roman and later Visigoth domination the Turdetains paid considerable tribute and were able in return to retain their liberty and their old religion.

Jan struggled free and stumbled to his feet. He was off down the path towards the houses at the edge of the wood. The thought of his mother’s pea and ham soup, bread hot from the oven and creamy milk spurred him on. He’d make sure he wouldn’t tell her where he’d been as it would only worry her. Lately, she’d been fretting at the rumours that Germans were patrolling the woods. Not that he’d seen any, and even if he had, he was sure it’d be no different to the games they played. A shiver of excitement snaked through his body at the thought. Calling back to his friends, he said that he’d see them later at the usual meeting spot deep in the woods where few people went.

Van Hermans wordt al 1½ of 2 jaar een roman aangekondigd, maar ik zie nergens iets ervan, ook geen voorpublikaatsies. Louis Paul Boon schrijft niet meer, maar schildert nu. Richard Minne is dood, Jan van Nijlen is dood, Pierre Kemp is dood. Het holle vat Mulisch is van eigen verbeelding gebarsten, Wolkers absoluut ongenietbaar geworden. Het zo geestdriftig begroete talent Hamelink is verzand. De gehele markt, de gehele Nederlandse levende literatuur is voor mij — een gek idee, net alsof je een heel groot strandbad of koncertzaal voor jezelf alleen hebt. Het is niet echt leuk, & je wordt er nerveus van. Autorijden terwijl er nergens ook maar iemand op de weg is, dagen, jaren lang. Toch moet je rechts blijven houden, richting aangeven etc. etc. Vreemd, heel vreemd. Kwam Willem Frederik Hermans maar eindelijk weer eens met iets groots.

What do we know about our parents, and what do they know about us? And if we don't even know the individuals who have accompanied us since birth - we not them and they not us - then what do we know about anyone at all?Don't I have to imagine, from that perspective, that anyone is capable of anything, even the most heinous crime? On what or whom, on which truths, can one ultimately depend? Are there individuals I can trust unconditionally? Can there ever be such a person?

Bien sûr l'homme se transforme en ce qu'il fait, bien sûr. Mais cette ˝vie de substitution˝ constitue-t-elle, dans l'énigme de la vie, ce grand malheur que nous sommes tentés d'y voir ? Ne serait-ce pas l'Ange de Dieu ou Dieu lui-même qui nous guette au coin de la rue, qui nous a abordés un jour sans que nous le reconnaissions ? Et cette vie ne serait-elle pas apres tout la seule vraie ? / ■ Kdybych byl někdy v životě měl ctižádost překladatele, mohl bych být – možná, možná, kdo ví – spokojen. Kdybych byl býval někdy v životě měl ctižádost překladatele… Ale takhle… Samozřejmě že se člověk promění v to, co dělá, samozřejmě. Ale je „náhradní život“ v té nevysvětlitelné záhadě života vůbec vždycky tak velké neštěstí, za jaké je člověk považuje? Není to anděl boží nebo Bůh čekající za rohem, který k nám přistoupil a kterého jsme nepoznali, vlastně on ten pravý? Absolutní odvaha a absolutní pokora nejsou v rozloze jediného života tak neslučitelné věci. (konec sešitu 34)

Among the best shows were these, some of which have attained cult followings: The Most Dangerous Game (Oct. 1, 1947), a showcase for two actors, Paul Frees and Hans Conried, as hunted and hunter on a remote island; Evening Primrose (Nov. 5, 1947), John Collier’s too-chilling-to-be-humorous account of a misfit who finds sanctuary (and something else that he hadn’t counted on) when he decides to live in a giant department store after hours; Confession (Dec. 31, 1947), surely one of the greatest pure-radio items ever done in any theater—Algernon Blackwood’s creepy sleight-of-hand that keeps a listener guessing until the last line; Leiningen vs. the Ants (Jan. 17, 1948) and Three Skeleton Key (Nov. 15, 1949), interesting as much for technical achievement as for story or character development (soundmen Gould and Thorsness utilized ten turntables and various animal noises in their creation of Three Skeleton Key’s swarming pack of rats); Poison (July 28, 1950), a riveting commentary on intolerance wrapped in a tense struggle to save a man from the deadliest snake in the world—Jack Webb stars

When it comes to feeling his sheep, I'm afraid my sermons are about as nourishing as cardboard." "Are you resting?" "Resting?" "Resting. Sometimes we get so worn out with being useful that we get useless. I'll ask you what another preacher once asked: Are you too exhausted to run and too scared to rest?" Too scared to rest! He'd never thought of it that way. 'When in God's name are you going to take a vacation?' Hoppy had asked again, only the other day. He hadn't known the truth then, but he felt he knew it now—yes, he was too scared to rest.

Rollins reached for his watch. It had to be about time for the dealers to change shifts, and he liked to supervise them himself. "Son of a bitch," he exclaimed a second later. "What is it, book?" Rollins held up his watch chain. A turnip was hanging from the fob where his diamond - studded timepiece should have been. "That little bastard--" Then a thought came to him. He reached for his wallet. It was gone. So was his tie pin, the Kaelish coin pendant he wore for luck, and the gold buckles on his shoes. Rollins wondered if he should check the fillings in his teeth. "He picked your pocket?" Doughty asked incredulously. No one got one over on Pekka Rollins. No one dared. But Brekker had, and Rollins wondered if that was just the beginning. "Doughty," he said, "I think we'd best say a prayer for Jan Van Eck." "You think Brekker can best him?" "It's a long shot, but if he's not careful, I think that merch might walk himself right onto the gallows and let Brekker tighten the noose." Rollings sighed. "We better hop Van Eck kills that boy." "Why?" "Because otherwise I'll have to." Rollins straightened the knot of his painless tie and headed down to the casino floor. The problem of Kaz Brekker could wait to be solved another day. Right now there was money to be made.

He'd learned that one obstacle to childlike faith in a heavenly father was bitter disappointment in earthly fathers. No, not everyone had that obstacle to faith, which was clearly a favorite of the Enemy, but Miss Sadie had had it, and he had had it and come to terms with it, and forgiven his father, long ago. His research for the paper on Lewis revealed this had been a major obstacle for the apologist. One commentator had said, "For years, Lewis had not been able to forgive himself for his failure to love his father, nor had he been able to appropriate God's forgiveness for this sin. But when finally enabled, he was almost incredulous of the peace and the ease he experienced.

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