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

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

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

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.)

Santino nodded. Sometimes owls happened.

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

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

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

This place smells like sulfur and crime,

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

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

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.

Boys get real scared when girls say everything at once.

Why does everything move so fast when you are angry?

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

I knew never to trust a sweet promise.

My mother always said that plain can be pretty too.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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?

Is it wrong that I’m totally obsessed with his hair? Platonically, of course. I’m still kicking myself for not running my hands through it when I had the chance. Doing so now would just be weird.

No one warned me that running a company would feel like refereeing a kids’ soccer game with a flaming ball aimed squarely at my face, yet here I am dodging shots day in and day out. It seems like every day is death by a thousand cuts.

We’ll dedicate part of R00 to this mission. If their antenna swarm works properly, the Riders should have a thirty Kb/s link to Relay. You’ll be their prime contact here, and you’ll have access to our best strategists.

The first time I met Chanda, I was in my office. I heard her coming from all the way down the hall. Angry women walk with purpose. Doesn’t matter what kind of shoes they wear, or how long their legs are, or anything that mundane. There’s a message in how they walk, and it says: Help me or get out of my way.

299 R. v. Inhabitants of Eriswell, 3 Term Rep. 707, 721, 100 Eng. Rep. 815, 823 (K.B. 1790). The case concerned the question of whether it had been error for a panel of magistrates to have received hearsay testimony in a Quarter Sessions proceeding concerning the settlement of a pauper. 300 Discussed in Langbein, “Evidence” 1173–4, 1181–4.

Today, Graeden has come to unleash my monster—whatever it is. Oh, flaming nights, I hope it isn’t a unicorn.

You crossed these mountains for me. I will gladly cross them for you. I would get down on my hands and knees and crawl across them for you. I would creep across them on my belly if i must just to see you smile.

Well, I will ne're keep no slaves, Hector!

The first step of anything requires little more than a willingness to take it.

He kind of reminded me of a scarred version of Tom Hiddleston.

When the world around me comes tumbling down, I need space to think. To do that thinking, I write and/or read allowing my brain to wallow in words of another time, or life, or criminal intent. I am ready then to face the worst.

The Official Soviet Weightlifting Textbook Girevoy Sport Competition Training Guidelines (Falameyev, 1986) Train three times a week on non-consecutive days, preferably at the same time of the day. In the beginning limit your sessions to 30 min and your load to 3 sets per exercise in two arm exercises and 3 sets per arm in one arm drills. Select a weight that enables you to do 5-16 repetitions in a given exercise. Perform your exercises through the full range of motion. Breathe deep and smooth without excessive straining and breath holding. Rest for 2 min between sets. Calmly walk around. Train the one arm snatches, presses, and C&Js in 3-5 sets. Complete all the sets for the weaker arm first. Once a week work both arms back to back without setting the kettlebell down on the platform. Perform 2-3 such competition style sets. Do extra snatches with the weaker arm. Pay a lot of attention to the development of your wrist strength. Before tackling the competition-level, two arm/two kettlebell C&Js, master one arm/one KB C&Js, with a special emphasis on the weaker arm. Train the two arm/two kettlebell C&J in 6-8 sets. Include two different kettlebell exercises in a training session and follow them up with 2-3 barbell exercises. As the competition approaches, the number of barbell exercises in a session is decreased, so is their volume.

You can think of the snatch as a clean to the point above your head. Do not even think about taking it on until you have mastered one arm swings and cleans! Stand over a kettlebell, your feet about shoulder width apart, your weight on your heels. Inhale, arch your back, push your butt back, and bend your knees. Reach for the bell with one hand, the arm straight, while keeping the other arm away from your body (initially you may help yourself by pushing with the free hand against your thigh but it is considered ‘no class’ by most gireviks). Swing the bell back and whip it straight overhead in one clean movement. Note that the pulling arm will bend and your body will shift to the side opposite to the weight. But you do not need to worry about trying to do it that way; just pull straight up and your body will find an efficient path in a short while. Do not lift with your arm, but rather with your hips. Project the force straight up, rather than back—as in a jump. You may end up airborne or at least on your toes. It is OK as long as you roll back on your heels by the time the bell comes down. Dip under the K-bell as it is flipping over the wrist. Absorb the shock the same way you did for cleans. Fix the weight overhead, in the press behind the neck position for a second, then let it free fall between your legs as you are dropping into a half squat. Keep the girya near your body when it comes down. As an option, lower the bell to your shoulder before dropping it between the legs. Ease into the one arm power snatch because even a hardcore deadlifter’s hamstrings and palms are guaranteed to take a beating. Especially if your kettlebells are rusty like the ones I trained with at the ‘courage corner’. It was a long time after my discharge before my palms finally lost their rust speckled calluses. Unlike the deadlift, the kettlebell snatch does not impose prohibitively strict requirements on spinal alignment and hamstring flexibility. If you are deadlifting with a humped over back you are generally asking for trouble; KB snatches let you get away with a slightly flexed spine. It is probably due to the fact that your connective tissues absorb shock more effectively when loaded rapidly. Your ligaments have wavy structures. A ballistic shock—as long as it is of a reasonable magnitude—is absorbed by these ‘waves’, which straighten out like springs.

And keep in mind that if you throw the KB into anything harder than sand you could break the handle; cast iron is hard but brittle.

By the nature of their shape, kettlebells hang behind the hands and make the balancing act much easier. Now, for the first time, you can do a legit overhead squat. The KBs will stretch out your shoulders in no time flat—just keep on overhead KB squatting!

Before embarking on a KB program, naturally you have to get a pair of kettlebells. The detective from a popular Russian thriller decides to become a better man, buys a kettlebell, and tries to sneak it into his office so he could work out after the hours. As he is huffing and puffing up the stairs, another cop sees him and raises his eyebrows: “Evidence?” —”No, private property.

Two Arm Kettlebell Swing Start Position—Stand one foot behind kettlebell, grasping KB with both hands, loading the hamstrings with a good athletic posture Execution—Throw KB in a 'hiking' motion between the legs maintaining a good athletic posture. This loads the body. Then triple extend the hips, knees, and ankles in an explosive manner. At this time, the arms should serve as a tether, only guiding the KB to about eye level. The height of the KB is dictated by the explosiveness of the lower body. Return—Lower the KB by using gravity to control the KB back into the athletic position with the KB high in the crotch (ie. a witch on a broomstick)

Love isn’t about what we deserve,” Mia said, kneeling by my side and putting a hand over my fist. “Your people love you because of who you are. All of it, not just the good.

Doughnuts were an undignified pastry, she told him, lacking the stateliness of muffins, or the secret shame of cinnamon buns who at least tried to live the lie they weren’t really cake.

one of the worst things that can happen to anyone, is living life with a sense of not being fulfilled. You do not want to look in the mirror and see an old man/woman staring right back at you, and wondering what would have happened if you had not procrastinated and struck while the iron was still hot.

It was only my cat, Hank, singing the song of his people, who dragged me out of bed a half-hour later than usual.

Climb on my lap!” he ground out, rolling his seat back and unbuckling his belt, fumbling with his fly. I climbed over carefully, thighs wedged between the center console and door panel, barely enough room yet just enough for our bodies to line up perfectly. As I nestled in his lap, finding my home, he hiked my dress up, yanking my panties to the side. I didn’t have time to lower myself before he entered me in one hard thrust. “Ride me!

Come on, it’ll be fun! I’ll show you the hahbah!

I wasn’t listening to what he was saying either. I just wanted to get back to Wiltwyck and steal something and get into a lot of trouble. I never wanted to go back to anyplace so bad in all my life. I wanted to be around K.B. and Horse and Tito and other cats like me. We could all get together up at Wiltwyck, raise a lot of hell, and show people that we weren’t pigs and that we couldn’t be fucked over but so much. Simms and Claiborne and Nick and Papanek and everybody else up at Wiltwyck knew I was somebody—even when I wasn’t getting into trouble. I couldn’t wait to get back to where I wasn’t a pig.

I think you are lying. I think you are lying about your past, lying about who you were and who you are now. I don’t trust you. I have every intention of finding out the real you. Do or die.

This Jesus’ birth, life, and death, and resurrection pattern the course of history. Things live, things suffer, but - blessed be our God - things will have their redemption. It’s a genius flex. What other savior can say that the redemption of an imperfect world will be more glorious than a perfect world that never needed redemption?

This is why I left without you.” I see Jason spit something on the ground from the corner of my eye. His icy gaze turns to us. “Because you’re just like

it’s not fun.

throat bobs with a swallow against my ear. “My son.

time, despite the issues it causes for Payson and me. I’ve missed out on sixteen

«Sì, Mapple. Per morire bisogna quanto meno essere vivi»