Kier Quotes

Kier, do friends kiss each other good luck?” “Hell, yes,” he replied in mock seriousness. “I gave Con a good bit of lip loving this afternoon to cheer him on.

When Kieran nudged me awake, I tried to punch him. "Lucy—shit!" He ducked, smashing his head on the window. I blinked blearily. "Sorry, Kier. Habbit." He rubbed the back of his head. "Between you and Hunter, it's a wonder I have all of my limbs still intact." I snorted, rubbing my eyes. "You dosed me with Hypnos." "Three months ago. Let it go, Hamilton." I just grinned sleepily. "You have so much to learn.

If Kier Domadi wanted to put his arms around her—well, he’d find a way. Or she would.

Guapo está. Pero es tan tonto. Pone K en vez de q, en vez de c, en vez de todo, ya ni hablemos de la ausencia total de acentos y signos de interrogación. “Kieres k t compre 1 helado”. ¡Me pongo verde cuando manda esas cosas! Una cosa es estar in y otra ser subnormal. Un día le pregunté por qué hacía esa babosada. —Por ahorrar tiempo. —Pero tu teléfono es nuevo, ¿no? —¿Y eso qué? —Que el celular te completa las frases solito. Te apuesto lo que quieras a que tuviste que meterle la nueva palabra. —¿Y? —Que perdiste más tiempo. —Pero se ve padre. —Se ve horrible. Me duelen los ojos cuando veo tus kas bailoteando por todos lados. —¿Por qué eres tan anticuada? Y no sólo eso, ¡pone “jajaja” en los correos después de alguna dizque broma hilarante! ¿Quién pone “jaja- ja”? Sólo un imbécil que cree ser graciosísimo. Caray, empecé con que no me gustaba y ahora hasta imbécil resultó.

You know friends don’t hold hands,” I whispered, knowing that there was no way that I was letting go first. “Huh,” he grunted. “Me and Kier hold hands all the time

Kier was just one of several Nazi researchers “who thought American law went overboard,” Whitman wrote.

You know, every once in a while, it's okay to just live for yourself." Kier held up a hand, forestalling her objection. "I'm not telling you to be, I don't know, selfish or trivial. You'd never want that; that's not who you are. But it's all right to just, you know, be a person. Every once in a while, you can let go and live in the moment. I think you have to. Because if you're carrying the weight of the worlds every single day, you get tired. You don't have strength when you need it most, because you already burned yourself out." That sounded... much too familiar.

It wasn’t like she had tons of experience, but the kiss seemed like a good one to her. Great, even. Possibly even spectacular. Then Kier kissed her again, and she realized it could get even better, more than she’d ever dreamed.

As my own neurosis became more subdued I found myself unconsciously drawn to female characters who exhibited signs of behaviors I had recognized in myself: repression, delusion, jealousy, paranoia, hysteria. But these issues didn’t magically disappear; they just became buried beneath business and activity, and came back to sideswipe me at inopportune moments. We have more patience, or perhaps more empathy, for fictional characters than we do their real-life counterparts. Faced with neurosis in film and literature, we want to investigate rather than avoid. If watching horror films is cathartic because it provides a temporary feeling of control over the one unknown factor that can’t be controlled (death), then wouldn’t it make sense that a crazy person would find relief in onscreen histrionics?

I once told a friend that my life was just a succession of obsessing over the wrong things. “What would your life look like if you ever obsessed over the right thing?” she asked. It would look like this. Like a book, being finished

Maybe.” They were so close now Leia could feel his breath against her cheek. “Do I have somebody like that already?” Kier tilted his head, studying her expression. At least, she thought he was. At the moment it was hard to look anywhere but his lips. “Yeah. You do.

Archaeological evidence suggests that the first, most ancient cities were built around temples,” Kier commented. “And then, around such religious centers, agriculture began, then trade, finance, crafts. The state appeared even later. This indirectly confirms your words. But it’s not that simple. People are not divided into good idealists and bad atheists. Many do not believe in the God but try to behave as if He exists. Some kind of existential schizophrenia. Such self-deception can last long, until meeting a real atheist.” “A maniac always defeats a schizophrenic,” said Enrique.

In the war of ideas, which is the most important of all wars, the first thing to do is to destroy or discredit the enemy’s ideas,” Kier read. “It is effective to use the logic of the absurd for this, imposing false alternatives on the principle of choice between the executioner and the victim.

I was chauffeured into this dark terrain by my parents, but I stayed there because of something in myself.

She pressed a hand to Kier's cheek to steady herself, then pushed to her toes and kissed him, once, her mouth to his in a move that was almost chaste. It was the only goodbye she could manage. She broke away — and one of his hands was at the small of her back, pulling her hard against him. His hand found her hair, his fingers spearing through, thumb sweeping across her temple.

As I found out back in the reservation, fear can suppress sexual desires, but it can also arouse them. It’s a strange paradox.” “Yes, I see,” Kier said. “I’m afraid of you too … a little. Sometimes it deprives me of potency, but more often this fear, hmm … terribly excites me. Of course, it looks different from your side. I would like you to trust me more, in bed, in particular.

The truth, and the threat it poses, can be too overwhelming to bear, and for many women in the aftermath of the sexual revolution, the truth was that their experiences were being dismissed by the men in their lives. Although many of the women in the films of this period are clearly meant to be schizophrenic, sociopathic or downright psychotic, the underlying implication (and there always is one in horror films) is that these ‘illnesses’ come in at the break between the woman’s experience and the man’s experience of the same situation- and what is ‘true’ or ‘right’ is often whatever the man says it is.

The story of the bible is the redacted or rewritten version of a narrative portraying Yahweh as not only the only god of Israel, but portraying him as the one and only god. There were no others. And there had definitely never been a Goddess Asherah worshipped on the high places or in the temple. She was reduced to just a tree or wooden pole known as the asherah or the asherim. -Excerpt from “Roots Too Deep for the Redactors,” featured in, Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.

It’s going to be dangerous,” she warns. “I know.” “Which weapon do you favor? I’ll buy whatever you need while I’m in the city tomorrow.” “I…I don’t necessarily favor one over another.” Rubbing the back of my neck, I laugh. “Besides, won’t we travel during the day? Will I need a weapon?” Cassia’s eyes go wide. “Braeton, you can fight, can’t you?” “I’m…adequate…at most things.” She closes her eyes, groaning, and my face goes hot. “I’ll take a sword,” I tell her. “What type?” she asks. “Let’s go with…sharp.” The princess’s eyes fly open, and her lips part with horror. I laugh, bumping her shoulder with mine. “A long sword—and a shield if you can find one.” “Oh, Braeton, I thought you were serious.” She presses a hand over her heart as she laughs. “Goodness. Can you imagine a prince who doesn’t know how to fight?” I laugh with her even though I’m cringing on the inside. It will be all right, though. We’ll simply avoid trouble by traveling during the day. The princess smiles at me, making my stomach knot. For the first time in my life, I wish I’d spent less time in our library and more time in the practice yard with Gage and Kier.

When we partake of her fruit as Eve did, our eyes are open to all knowledge and understanding. We become divine. We learn to look inward rather than outward for our reference points and find we are connected to all that there is—both the physical and nonphysical. There is no need to worship anyone or anything outside of ourselves for all is made of the same essence. And she is returning. This time she will be coming with her own Elohim. These powerful ones will set the record straight about our origins and history, including religion. They will set the record straight about the Heresy of Monotheism—that the One Original Source of All Creation does not equate to one male god who demands obedience and worship at the threat of torture and death. -Excerpt from “Roots Too Deep for the Redactors,” featured in Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.

So, what have the redactors left us? They replaced El with Yahweh and soon erased Asherah. She ends up being Yahweh’s consort for a while and then Baal’s consort so she can be demonized along with him and the rest of the host of heaven. We are left with only hints of the divine feminine—the tree of life in the garden of Eden, wisdom (Sophia) as the fruit-bearing tree of life to those who lay hold of her, the prophetess and judge Deborah rendering her judgements under her tree. Some of the redactions are almost blatantly obvious. For example, in Genesis 49:25, the male god bestows “blessings of the breasts and of the womb.” In Deuteronomy 32:18, there is a reference to the male “god who gave you birth.” We have also lost much of Asherah in the archeological record because most of her representations were trees and carved wooden images—items from the natural world that can easily be cut down and burned. But traces of her can still be found there. -Excerpt from “Roots Too Deep for the Redactors,” featured in, Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.

Rysen looked like he was about to pass out when he saw how much weight you’ve lost.” I’ve lost weight? I snort and take his hand. “Charming. You know you’re not supposed to mention a lady’s weight to her, right?” “I’m a pirate, not a gentleman.” He pulls me up. “You want nice words and manners? Ask Kier or Klaus.

Where’s Kier?” I realise. “Probably with Nilsa,” Cas mutters, taking his glass gratefully. “The guy’s a borderline stalker.” “He gets away with it because of the glamour,” Rysen says, sipping at the liquid suspiciously. “She’d kick his ass for it otherwise.

I also find it deeply alarming for the country and the future of our politics, that it took a labour leader, Kier Starmer, amid Johnson's Covid law-breaking, to remind Tory MPs that it was Margaret Thatcher, in the 1975 speech I mentioned earlier who said: 'any country or government which wants to proceed towards tyranny starts to undermine legal rights and undermine the law.' The fish rots from the head.

Take that and go play. I don’t care if it takes a year. Get the boy out of your system and then get back here. We’ve got work to do.” At the time, I thought Saul meant I needed to take some time to grow up. Get the boy out of my system and come back a man. But thinking back on that conversation a few years later, I’m pretty sure Saul believed there was something going on between me and Kier. I seriously doubt Saul ever had a relationship with anyone unless it would bring him sex or power. I’m not sure he understood anything else. But it wasn’t ever like that with Kiernan, no matter what Saul thought. I had all kinds of half-siblings, full-siblings, too, maybe, but I never thought of them as family. None of them ever stood up for me in the play yard, although I guess many of them were actually younger than me, so maybe that wasn't a fair expectation. None of them played “kick the cones” with me, none of them taught me about baseball. That’s the kind of thing brothers do. There was a whole big world out there to explore, and it would be a lot more fun exploring it together.

Hij hield extreem veel van zijn echtgenote. Hij hield, met andere woorden, te veel van die ene vrouw. Dat ze op jonge leeftijd overleed zag hij dan ook als de wraak des hemels voor die liefde. een andere verklaring voor haar dood had hij niet. Na het overlijden van zijn echtgenote hield hij zich ver van alle vrouwen. Hij nam niet eens een meid in huis. Het koken en poetsen liet hij over aan een man. Dit deed hij niet omdat hij alle andere vrouwen haatte. Het was omdat die vrouwen allemaal leken op zijn echtgenote. Zo rook bijvoorbeeld iedere vrouw net als zij naar vis. En, overtuigd dat ook dit de wraak des hemels was omdat hij te veel van zijn vrouw had gehouden, vond hij berusting in het feit dat hij het moest stellen zonder vrouw in zijn leven. Maar in zijn huis was één vrouw aanwezig om wie hij niet heen kon. Hij had een dochter. Uiteraard leek zij meer dan welke andere vrouw ook ter wereld op zijn overleden echtgenote. De dochter zat inmiddels op de hogere middelbare meisjesschool. Midden in de nacht ging het licht aan in haar kamer. Hij gluurde door een kier in de schuifdeuren. Het meisje hield een kleine schaar vast. Terwijl ze haar opgetrokken knieën uit elkaar spreidde en langdurig omlaag tuurde, hanteerde ze de schaar. De volgende dag, nadat zijn dochter naar school was vertrokken, staarde hij stiekem naar de witte bladen van de schaar en hij kreeg koude rillingen. Weer ging midden in de nacht het licht aan in de kamer van zijn dochter. Hij gluurde door de kier in de schuifdeuren. Ze griste een witte doek van de vloer, klemde hem in haar armen en liep de kamer uit. Hij hoorde water uit de kraan stromen. Even later stak zijn dochter het vuur van het komfoor aan, legde de witte doek erop en ging afwezig zitten. Daarop begon ze te huilen. Toen ze ophield met huilen, knipte ze haar nagels boven de doek. Op het moment dat ze de doek wegnam vielen die er kennelijk af, want hij rook de misselijkmakende geur van brandende nagels. Hij had een droom. Daarin vertelde zijn overleden echtgenote aan hun dochter dat hij haar geheim had gezien. Sindsdien keek zijn dochter hem niet meer aan. Hij hield niet van zijn dochter. De gedachte dat een man op zijn beurt de wraak des hemels zou ondergaan vanwege zijn liefde voor haar, deed hem huiveren. Op een nacht richtte zijn dochter uiteindelijk een dolk op zijn keel terwijl hij sliep. Hij wist dat. Hij berustte erin dat het de wraak des hemels was, omdat hij tot het uiterste van zijn echtgenote had gehouden en te veel had gehouden van die ene vrouw, en hij hield rustig zijn ogen gesloten. Hij voelde dat zijn dochter het had gemunt op de vijand van haar moeder, en hij wachtte op het mes.

Kier wasn’t generally much for heroics. In his opinion, heroes were fools at worst, poor bastards at best. By definition, they only showed up when someone else had completely fucked everything up, after all, and then they proceeded to throw themselves into the grinder to rectify that other person’s mistake.

He later remarked that, given the “fundamental proposition of the equality of everything that bears a human countenance, it is all the more astonishing how extensive race legislation is in the USA.” Kier was just one of several Nazi researchers “who thought American law went overboard,” Whitman wrote.

«Necesitamos separar lo importante de lo armonioso. El microbioma es increíblemente importante, pero ello no significa que sea armonioso», explica la bióloga evolutiva Toby Kiers. Una asociación que funcione bien podría también considerarse como un caso de explotación recíproca. «Ambos socios pueden beneficiarse, pero existe esta tensión inherente. La simbiosis es conflicto, un conflicto que nunca puede ser totalmente resuelto.»

Kier wanted to object that the Empire was not his, nor his beloved, but instead asked, “Why are you doing this? You will not destroy the Empire by this method. What is the meaning of it all?” “The meaning, little vor, is the love of our Driver and the hatred of his enemies. You aren’t able to understand it.

I cannot say that you are giving us much reason to trust you, vorgal,” said Kier. Thargen straightened. “Goes both ways. Anyone who can’t take a joke is worthy of suspicion.” “It is my understanding that jokes are meant to be humorous,” said Kayl. “Not necessarily,” Thargen countered.

Before I thought that all these fairy tales about Ahriman’s demons were invented by mages, but now I suspect some real facts may be behind these fairy tales.

The roots of the mother tree were too deep for the redactors of the biblical narrative, and her roots are still too deep for the archeologists who desire to relegate her representations to mere fertility or sex objects. That is not who she is and it is not who we are. She could not be eradicated. And neither can we. -Excerpt from “Roots Too Deep for the Redactors,” featured in, Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.

This time she will be coming with her own Elohim. These powerful ones will set the record straight about our origins and history, including religion. They will set the record straight about the Heresy of Monotheism—that the One Original Source of All Creation does not equate to one male god who demands obedience and worship at the threat of torture and death. We hasten her return by nurturing the mother tree of life still alive within each one of us. We ground our roots and fortify our trunks and spread our branches to the sky—connecting our place here on earth with her place in heaven. We stop giving our fruit to those who demand our blind faith and devotion whether they be family, friends, co-workers, bosses, businesses, religious institutions or political parties. We connect our roots with others who are of like mind and spirit and from where we give and receive nourishment. And we each celebrate her return in our own ways. We gather our wood. We kindle our fires. We pour our libations. We do our weaving. We knead our dough. We bake our cakes and mark them with her image. We make offerings to her on high places and under every green tree. She calls not for our worship, but for the embodiment of our divinity. -Excerpt from “Roots Too Deep for the Redactors,” featured in, Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.

Asherah is the Great Mother Goddess and the Queen of Heaven. She is among the most powerful members of the Elohim, the host of heaven who came to earth. She taught us how to work with mother nature as an active life force of our planet, and she left us the Tree of Life as her representation. When we partake of her fruit as Eve did, our eyes are open to all knowledge and understanding. We become divine. We learn to look inward rather than outward for our reference points and find we are connected to all that there is—both the physical and nonphysical. There is no need to worship anyone or anything outside of ourselves for all is made of the same essence. -Excerpt from “Roots Too Deep for the Redactors,” featured in Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.

Fortunately for us, the roots of the mother tree were too deep for these redactors. Asherah can still be found throughout the texts if one looks closely. It is in the very fact that most of the biblical narrative is about unsuccessfully trying to eradicate her. The most glaring examples are how many of the kings and their wives were condemned by the Yahweh prophets for still paying homage to her. And the only kings who are judged good in the narrative are those who keep having to destroy any signs of her presence over and over again. -Excerpt from “Roots Too Deep for the Redactors,” featured in Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.