Kb Quotes

Come with me And you will find What's been trapped Inside my mind...

There is always hope,” she said. “Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there.

You will go. And you will live a good life with my people. But bad things will happen. They always do. And when they do, you must not blame yourself. You must enjoy life in spite of bad things.

She was so pretty, not the kind of pretty that hits you at first, but the kind that blooms the longer you were with her. Like a flower, she was always like a flower to me.

She told him once, I think they were drunk, that he could never keep a garden until he learned how to love pretty things without destroying them.

Most boys her age spent half their free time playing video games, but Tellius spent all of his in adult pursuits like fighting, managing, ruling, and delegating, and it showed. If she’d begun to think he was attractive last year, she now wondered how she ever could have found him anything but attractive. As she took in his square jaw, straight aristocratic nose, intense green-flecked eyes, and that ever-present smattering of freckles, Darcy felt her ears grow warm. She looked down at the flagstones. Darcey Pennington

The federal government abhorred a vacuum, especially one located within easy driving distance.

I never held a cigarette behind my ear. It was always a pen. --The Writer

The city was alive to a nonsensical degree. Every color was so absurdly saturated that I thought it was all kind of like a dream, more a painting or an art deco interpretation of a city than an actual city.

The day that science figures out how to let a human photosynthesize will be the happiest day of Mike’s life, and even then he’ll sunbathe in a parking lot to make sure he isn’t depriving the grass of their fair share.)

Humans feel pain, they feel it hard and heavy and deep, and that right there is the only proof of life you will ever need.

I gave in to a deep and healthy laughter that must have added ten years to my life and given birth to a thousand blue butterflies somewhere in the world.

One of my greatest obsessions is the lights of a city. Through my eyes there is nothing so delicious and rich and lovely.

Santino nodded. Sometimes owls happened.

The world will break your heart in every way it can. And after your heart is torn into pieces, and the blood quits flowing, the world will laugh on in amusement.

Life Lesson: If you love someone let them go. If they return they are yours forever.   If you keep letting them return, you need therapy…

The ocean will always betray me. No matter how beautiful it is.

Everyone dies a few times.

It’s fine,” she said, and began to fix him a cup of coffee as a peace offering before remembering that serving him the motel’s brand could be categorized as aggravated assault.

Sugar plus coffee did reach Great Britain right around the time that steam engines finally hit their stride. Imagine that for a second: the British and stimulants, together at last! Shit got done.

You have heard, no doubt, those tales in which the souls of the dead are said to walk abroad, but did you ever hear tell of the soul of a living person walking, split asunder from its mortal body?

Some people like the dreaming better than the coming true part. They hate when things work out, they almost expect them to go wrong, and they never know what to do when their cynicism is proven wrong.

The new system of sending down a small group of families was the easiest solution. If they were still alive when the other ships got there, it was assumed safe. If they weren’t, the planet was X-ed from the habitable planet list.

flux, kb. perubahan yang terus-menerus. Situasi alami. Suasana hati kita berubah. Kehidupan kita berubah. Perasaan kita terhadap satu sama lain berubah. Perilaku kita berubah. Lagunya berubah. Udaranya berubah. Temperatur air pancuran berubah. Terimalah. Kita harus menerimanya.

You are America's red, white, and blue-blooded boy-apple pie, and Chevrolet. Me?....Shit, all I am is the bitch who crawls, kills, and fucks in the dark.

If we truly want peace in the world, we have to do more than just dream about it.

Boys get real scared when girls say everything at once.

Her laugh was my favorite sound, and I think I was her favorite reason to laugh.

Music is the only place where time does not exist.

Why does everything move so fast when you are angry?

Sparky’s built like a linebacker and moves twice as fast. Get a little adrenaline pumping, and things tend to break around him.

My mother always said that plain can be pretty too.

Bravery is never measured by the magnitude of the actions, but rather by the choices made.

My therapist says take it easy as if capitalism is listening. As if the body will ever forget what it is given. I am Black which is history, personified.

The American government can only do what systems driven by green paper, violence & ache can do.

Broken souls are mended every day by mended souls that were once broken.

If you do not read, you are an empty vessel.

His name sounded like starlight and rich sunny days on the sea as it leaped proudly from his lips. It suited him. And it meant everything.

[Rachel] was of the opinion that if baseball were any slower it would be called farming

This place smells like sulfur and crime,

His words silence me. His eyes lock with mine like soldiers about to go to war. My lip trembles and I feel as if I’m about to break. “Okay,” he whispers.

Gimme that,” she snapped, and took the crowbar from him. “Were you raised in a murderbarn or something?

what use is fear in a world where the worst catastrophes are those you ne’er see comin

I rocketed a commanding finger to the heavens and it rained stardust upon our young heads.

El destino podía ser muy macabro, sí, pero también concedía segundas oportunidades que no se podían desaprovechar.

Burn brighter in life so no one could ever put out the inner flame of your soul.

I knew never to trust a sweet promise.

Being scared is easy. Doing what needs to be done despite that, that’s brave.

As an author, I'd rather by read than rich

I believe there are still wandering dreamers and exceptional imaginations among us. I believe fiction can be beautiful again.

I do so love to listen to the deep words of bold men, though I have precious few to add.

If you’ve got a cozy mystery, and a dog is introduced, readers’ first question is, ‘Does the dog die?’ They never ask about a cat. They know that the first rule of cozies is: The Cat Never Dies.

It was one of those conversations that moved in fits and starts. The heavy stuff had been thrown into the open and they were trying to pick up the pieces, gently, carefully, wary of the exposed edges.

If I made art about every pain I’ve felt unjustly, I would be swimming in accolades for great American books. I would take back every word I’ve written if it ended this. America is the worst group project.

Mindenki meg van sértődve a rendszerre, szidja, mint a bokrot, a KB-titkártól a rendes ellenzékiig, a simulékony vagy rezignált technokratától a Prágába diadalittasan bevonulókig, abszolút nem is lehet érteni, egyszerűen megfejthetetlen, mi is tartotta, tartja életben ezt a gonosz és stupid rezsimet, ha egyszer mindenki jogállamot akart, demokráciát, piacgazdaságot, mimindent. Ja és termékszerkezet-váltást, az a kedvencem.

Persuasion by Jane Austen:   "But when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure." Do you believe this, Tenleigh? – KB   I leaned back on the library bookshelf and put my pen to my lips, considering. Finally, I wrote:   I think that when enough time has passed, when you've survived that which you didn't imagine you could, there's a dignity in that. Something you can own. A pride in knowing the pain made you stronger. The pain made you fight to succeed. Someday, when I'm living my dreams, I'm going to think of all the things that broke my heart and I'm going to be thankful for them. – TF

Haili! Good morning!” She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed. “You look wonderful, so nice to be able to buck trends and just slap clothes together, huh? Let’s take a digital. Smile.” Pressing her cheek to mine, she held up her hand, taking the photo with the tech embedded in the tips of her fingers. “I’ll post it on Hansi.

The main Stuxnet file was incredibly large—500 kilobytes, as opposed to the 10 to 15 KB they usually saw. Even Conficker, the monster worm that infected more than 6 million machines the previous two years, was only 35 kilobytes in size. Any malware larger than this usually just contained a space-hogging image file that accounted for its bloat—such as a fake online banking page that popped up in the browser of infected machines to trick victims into relinquishing their banking credentials. But there was no image file in Stuxnet, and no extraneous fat, either. And, as O’Murchu began to take the files apart, he realized the code was also much more complex than he or anyone else had previously believed. When

You’re not a smiling lady,' he explained simply. 'Everyone smiles. Overused and elementary, if you ask me! The world has enough pretty, smiling girls. You’re better than that. Deeper than that. Standing and smiling vacuously at thin air all the time! Girls like that are hopeless, useless, and false. You’re a thinking lady, I say. Zealous and thinking and true. And a decent man prefers a true lady over a false one any day.

Sometimes, trust is something born only out of necessity. A curtain we draw to hide the ugly truth in order to convince ourselves that everything is fine, when deep down, we know nothing is fine. Crazy logic, I know. But take it from someone who knows. I trust people just enough to keep my head above water, but never completely. No matter how much you invest in a person, no matter how much think you can trust them, you can always be fooled.

Mrs. Wagner had all the time in the world at her disposal, and expected all persons within earshot to share her fondness for idle conversation. She had also adopted Rachel as a surrogate…something. Not a daughter. Definitely not a daughter. It was more like she thought of Rachel and Santino as feral cats who had moved into the abandoned house next door, and she was trying to domesticate them through proximity and the occasional gift of food.

I wrapped my fingers around the first light I saw and felt all at once so happy and so sad and so free. My hand was cold somehow as I lifted the tiny star out of the water and brought its trembling, burning form to my face. I kissed it gently and laughed like a child as my face seemed to become angelic for a few moments. The star laughed back at me in little sweet notes, and I released it back to the sea. I can still feel the star in my hands to this day. You can have your noctiluca scintillans, your petty protists in the sea. I prefer to sail among the stars.

We're a couple of travelers!" I called up to her. "I'm Briony, and this is Ella!" "Grammy said I ought not to talk to strangers!" she called back. "We're not strangers!" Ella shouted. "We're with the union!" I cut her a look and mouthed, Union?, which was silly with this other girl out of earshot. Ella shrugged. There was a pause before the girl called somewhat timidly given we were shouting, "What union?" "We represent the Coalition of Self-Rescuing Princesses," Ella replied. "But I'm not a princess!" "That's fine!" I called, sighing as I prepared to lay on the charm with this ridiculous foible. "We of the Coalition of Self-Rescuing Princesses do not discriminate based on social caste, for we believe that every damsel in distress has the heart of a princess!" "Are you feeling subjugated?" Ella continued. "Yearning to be free, wondering when your prince will come and what's taking him so damn long?

Good or bad is irrelevant. We walk the path laid out for us. Going back is never an option.

I wondered if my enemy could feel someone walking over his grave. No reason for him to worry, though. I was only preparing it for him.

But sometimes a bad thing in good hands is not a bad thing anymore.

The stars possessed a more humble kind of beauty than the raging and burning centerpiece of our galaxy, and he loved the sound those distant diamonds seemed to make in the black silence. Like winking sirens luring lonely men to their deaths, drowning them in the inky sky. He was desperately in love with their mysterious nature and saw them as alluring and gentle masters of the heavens. Masters of perfection, those tiny spheres of cool light were, hanging fixed and strong in their celestial place. Perhaps he loved the stars because he was so much like them.

Being light and ignorant seemed so easy compared to being heavy with terrible knowledge and immeasurable conviction. But I suppose someone must bear the agonizing weight of vision if the world is ever to change. Someone has got to see the bigger picture.

The idea of being dead was so very entertaining I found no good reason to move or think about my surroundings for a long while. Being dead would be convenient and easy and certainly a nice break from being human, which was often worse than sleeping in the dirt as a corpse.

I remember every good thing that dies.

Life is notoriously unfair and very funny for those who are mad enough to laugh.

I suppose he always knew I would watch him and never judge him. I possessed within me that patient and gentle willingness all men so desire in a woman. I did whatever he told me to do without question. When I had nothing to do, I simply was there to be a cool and understanding presence who never threatened his need for control and perfection. I was the ideal woman. And even the ideal woman lies, you know.

Tell them Cinderella has risen from the grave and is off to the ball with a dreadful surprise for the prince.

One thing I can say after experience with both sides of the coin is that all humans get their kicks in the same careless way. Poor as dirt or rich as a king. Lacking in any worldly knowledge or as educated as a bloody encyclopedia. Crude and filthy or refined as diamonds. Free drinks and cheap music and easy thrills will make animals of the worst and the best of men. Sin does us all the same, and that is one of the truest things I have learned in my life. The simple genius of the devil is to trick you into thinking he has a different method for every man. I wish you knew how exceptionally lacking in imagination the devil actually is.

Men came to cities like this to get good and lost for a long time, maybe even forever. Well, I never remembered coming here, but I was lost, that was for damned sure.

I felt like summer sunsets or July fireworks or chasing down the ice cream truck.

People play games, the whole damned thing's a game. And friends are just a part of it. They lie, they pretend to know you, to get you. They even pretend to love you, sometimes. But they leave, they always do, in the end. You can try all you want. But I promise you, if there's one thing I know for sure about people, it's that they leave.

Music isn't perfect, see, that's what makes it so beautiful. You don't know it, you feel it. And you gotta really put your whole broken heart into it, or else it's just noise.

Contrary to popular belief held by the younger generations, you do not actually have to share everything you do with everyone you know. In my experience, the best moments in life are the ones nobody else will ever see, and there is a such thing as good secrets.

So, no matter how happy I was, in the back of my cynical mind I kept waiting for the punchline, the catch, the wicked trick of it all. I was used to the things I loved disappointing me.

I don't think you can really judge a person until you've seen them out of context. Out of their element, you know? When they're scared and free, that's when who they really are comes out. That's when you really see them, know them.

And I stood there for a while in my sighing senselessness, waiting for her to make like a gorgeous flower and kiss me or something.

Damn, if I could go back, I would say a lot of things. And I would laugh more.

She was the kind of person they write songs about, the kind of girl who saves a man.

I will be waiting, Nocturna. I will have you in my life, whether or not I’m the only man in yours.

As ok as I can be. Just last week, my biggest concern was putting my next order in for alcohol and choosing what outfit I would wear to dance in. This week, I’m the fucking Arbiter. Damned are being kidnapped, tortured, and killed. Also, two races are fighting in my club for the first time in centuries. Let’s not forget the fact that I’m at war with myself; stuck between a rock and a hard place with two Infernal Lieges and a Rite.” “Yes, I can see where you’d be frustrated at being lavished in so much attention,” he says,

There's always a fine line between everything. Love and hate. Cruelty and compassion. Pure and tainted. Light and dark. Most fall on either side of the spectrum within black or white, but none fall on that line that flows through the grey areas. No one is a perfect balance of all those things.

I realized I was scaring people. Whatever was written on my face must have been absolutely violent. I had the entire street to myself, as pedestrians and cars alike moved to get out of my path.

Every time he saw someone he thought was one of our new goons, he marked it by tearing a piece off of his paper napkin. Truth be told, I got a little worried when he needed a new napkin.

With the locals teaching us tourists the old Greek drinking songs. Most of those songs had been around since before there was an America. I think some of them had been around since before there was an England.

If society wasn’t so hell-bent on running on daylight, I think we’d sleep until the sun went down.

I would never dream of telling him he had probably managed to bore a ghost to death.

You hear that, boys? No one is responsible for your actions but you. Do you want to be someone’s morning-after regret? Because if so, you’re a terrible person, and you deserve to go to jail. If not, spare some thought to the consequences before you decide to pick up that drunk chick at the bar.

The English language is my bitch. I like to bend it over the table and have my way with it.

Friends were just liabilities waiting to happen.

My mother, may she rest in death as she never did in life, is not relevant to this discussion.

Ash, if you must play avenging angel, could you do it a bit quieter? I've got this awful headache.

I am a bastard and a whoreson and whatever else you want to call me, just please call me!

And I think the city fell madly in love with her just then.

There is one are of work that should be mentioned here, referred to as 'automatic theorem proving'. One set of procedures that would come under this heading consists of fixing some formal system H, and trying to derive theorems within this system. We recall, from 2.9, that it would be an entirely computational matter to provide proofs of all the theorems of H one after the other. This kind of thing can be automated, but if done without further thought or insight, such an operation would be likely to be immensely inefficient. However, with the employment of such insight in the setting up of the computational procedures, some quite impressive results have been obtained. In one of these schemes (Chou 1988), the rules of Euclidean geometry have been translated into a very effective system for proving (and sometimes discovering) geometrical theorems. As an example of one of these, a geometrical proposition known as V. Thebault's conjecture, which had been proposed in 1938 (and only rather recently proved, by K.B. Taylor in 1983), was presented to the system and solved in 44 hours' computing time. More closely analogous to the procedures discussed in the previous sections are attempts by various people over the past 10 years or so to provide 'artificial intelligence' procedures for mathematical 'understanding'. I hope it is clear from the arguments that I have given, that whatever these systems do achieve, what they do not do is obtain any actual mathematical understanding! Somewhat related to this are attempts to find automatic theorem-generating systems, where the system is set up to find theorems that are regarded as 'interesting'-according to certain criteria that the computational system is provided with. I do think that it would be generally accepted that nothing of very great actual mathematical interest has yet come out of these attempts. Of course, it would be argued that these are early days yet, and perhaps one may expect something much more exciting to come out of them in the future. However, it should be clear to anyone who has read this far, that I myself regard the entire enterprise as unlikely to lead to much that is genuinely positive, except to emphasize what such systems do not achieve.