Lasker Quotes

When you see a good move, look for a better one

Bina, thank you. Bina, listen, this guy. His name wasn't Lasker. This guy-' She puts a hand to his mouth. She has not touched him in three years. It probably would be too much to say that he feels the darkness lift at the touch of her fingertips against his lips. But it shivers, and light bleeds in among the cracks.

Du weißt doch, was ich von der Liebe halte. Wäre sie eine Fahne, ich würde sie erobern oder für sie fallen.

Without error there can be no brilliancy

The game gives us a satisfaction that Life denies us. And for the Chess player, the success which crowns his work, the great dispeller of sorrows, is named 'combination'.

A true poet does not say 'azure'; a true poet says 'blue.

Wenn du sprichst, Wacht mein buntes Herz auf. Alle Vögel üben sich Auf deinen Lippen. Immerblau streut deine Stimme Über den Weg; Wo du erzählst, wird Himmel. Deine Worte sind aus Lied geformt, Ich traure, wenn du schweigst. Singen hängt überall an dir- Wie du wohl träumen magst?

Dark as it is – you see, that little flickering, is the light of my soul.

Please lift your snowy skies off my soul - Your diamond dreams slice through my veins

While the Baroque rules of Chess could only have been created by humans, the rules of Go are so elegant, organic, and rigorously logical that if intelligent life forms exist elsewhere in the universe, they almost certainly play Go.

Do not permit yourself to fall in love with the end-game play to the exclusion of entire games. It is well to have the whole story of how it happened; the complete play, not the denouement only. Do not embrace the rag-time and vaudeville of chess.

Love great first lines and paragraphs. From The Yiddish Policemen's Union: Nine months Landsman's been flopping at the Hotel Zamenhof without any of his fellow residents managing to get themselves murdered. Now somebody has put a bullet in the brain of the occupant of 208, a yid who was calling himself Emanuel Lasker.

A strange game. The only winning move is not to play.

Georg Trakl cadde in guerra. Di sua mano. Sulla terra era solo. A me era caro. (Else Lasker-Schüler)

By some ardent enthusiasts Chess has been elevated into a science or an art. It is neither; but its principle characteristic seems to be—what human nature mostly delights in—a fight.

At home I have a blue piano. But I can’t play a note. It’s been in the shadow of the cellar door Ever since the world went rotten. Four starry hands play harmonies, The Woman in the Moon sang in her boat. Now only rats dance to the clanks. The keyboard is in bits. I wept for what is blue. Is dead. Sweet angels, I have eaten Such bitter bread. Push open The door of heaven. For me, for now- Although I am still alive- Although it is not allowed

Are you calling me an idiot, you asshole?” “No, I just think it’s cute the way you part your teeth down the middle.

Ich bin der Hieroglyph, Der unter der Schöpfung steht

I love you too. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and do all the things I would do, but better.

Too bad all those amazing qualifications and education didn’t do a thing to improve her judgment in men.

I keep on fighting as long as my opponent can make a mistake.

On the chessboard lies and hypocrisy do not survive long. The creative combination lays bare the presumption of a lie; the merciless fact, culminating in a checkmate, contradicts the hypocrite.

Truth derives its strength not so much from itself as from the brilliant contrast it makes with what is only apparently true. This applies especially to Chess, where it is often found that the profoundest moves do not much startle the imagination.

A story from beginning to end that might entertain, teach, or simply bore your listener. It's all in the delivery, my dear." He got a smug look on his face as he scooted his posterior deeper into the chair and took his pipe between his teeth. "I'm just better at it than most.

-(...) juro, do fundo do meu coração, que quero ser curado. Quero ser como os outros homens, e não este pária que ninguém quer... (...) -E a mim, o que é que me vai acontecer? - disse Maurice, com uma súbita mudança de voz. O seu tom era de desespero, mas Mr Lasker Jones [o hipnotizador] tinha uma resposta para tudo. - Infelizmente só posso sugerir-lhe que vá viver para um país que tenha adoptado o Código Napoleão -, disse. - Não comprrendo. - A França ou a Itália, por exemplo. Aí a homossexualidade já não é mais crime. - O quê, um francês pode partilhar com um amigo e não ir parar à prisão? - Partilhar? Quer com isso dizer unir-se? Se forem ambos maiores e evitarem indecências em púbici, certamente que sim. - A Inglaterra terá alguma vez uma lei assim? - Duvido. A Inglaterra nunca foi propensa a aceitar a natureza humana. Maurice compreendeu. Ele próprio era inglês, e eram apenas as suas preocupações que o mantinham acordado. Sorriu sem alegria. - A questão então é esta: sempre houve e sempre haverá pessoas como eu, e elas geralmente têm sido perseguidas. -É isso, Mr Hall; ou, na opinião da psiquiatria, sempre houve, há e haverá toda a espécie concebível de pessoas, E não se esqueça que a sua espécie foi em tempos condenada à morte em Inglaterra. (...) Apesar de tudo, não será um Inferno verdadeiro melhor do que um Paraíso artificial? p.249 ---------------------------------------------- I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants. (...) England has always been disinclined to accept human nature. (...) After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven?

I will either watch over this life from somewhere in the sky, or I will melt into the earth and know nothing but dreamless sleep. No matter what it is, I am ready.

The earth we walk upon has no memory of us; its only concern is the constancy of day into night, season after season, and the memory of any one of us is soon gone from the earth forever.

induces,

He’s apparently forgotten what he did—shoving his dick into her sister’s pussy. But then, he has the brain of an amoeba. An amoeba with amnesia.

No fiancée of mine will put up with bullshit,

My fiancée said you were doing us a favor.” Why did he put that strong emphasis on “my fiancée”?

You can call her Lucie all you want, but at the end of the day, she’s my fiancée, soon to be my wife.

I want her to suffer, but at the same time, I want to shield her.

I take my wedding vows seriously. And I won’t be going to other women when I can have you.

I look down at the woman in my arms—my wife. The need to coddle her and the need to even our scales wage a battle.

Nobody talks to my wife with disrespect.

I remembered the second most important rule of life, but I should have paid more heed; when things are going well, embrace the days, because they never last for long. The dark wind is always waiting over the horizon, and it can come racing down the plains at any moment.

In almost every life there is a moment where a choice is made that changes everything from that point on; the road not taken, the courage to speak up or remain silent in a face of a bully, the carrier chosen or abandoned, the decision and its effects are only apparent with time. And there is no way to go back and change it for better or worse, a life's course is set from that moment on.

Sneakers was cowritten by Larry Lasker and Walter Parkes—the same pair that, a decade earlier, had written WarGames.

When asked what was the best asset a man could have, Albert Lasker — the most astute of all advertising men — replied, ‘Humility in the presence of a good idea.’ It is horribly difficult to recognize a good idea.

grief is cataclysmic. It lessens with time but never goes away; the parents must learn to live with broken hearts for the rest of their lives.

although it’s sort of weird to call them

Das Lied meines Lebens Sieh in mein verwandertes Gesicht... Tiefer beugen sich die Sterne. Sieh in mein verwandertes Gesicht. Alle meine Blumenwege Führen auf dunkle Gewässer, Geschwister, die sich tödlich stritten. Greise sind die Sterne geworden... Sieh in mein verwandertes Gesicht.

Het lied van mijn leven Kijk in mijn verweerd gezicht... Dieper buigen zich de sterren. Kijk in mijn verweerd gezicht. Al mijn bloemenpaden Leiden naar donkere wateren, Bloedverwanten in een dodelijke twist. De sterren zijn grijsaards geworden... Kijk in mijn verweerd gezicht.

Our first desire is to promote from within. If somebody with an MBA degree applies for a job, we will certainly not hold it against them, but we are really looking for people with PSD* degrees. They built this firm and there are plenty around because our competition seems to be restricting themselves to MBA’s. If we are smart, we will end up with the future Cy Lewises, Gus Levys and Bunny Laskers. These men made their mark with a high school degree and a PSD. * PSD stands for poor, smart and a deep desire to become rich.

The budget is: you buy whatever you want for the gala. And if you still haven’t hit the credit limit, treat yourself to some books or whatever else you feel like grabbing.” He smiles. I pick up the card and consider its cool surface. The centurion in the middle gazes off into the distance. “Is there any limit on one of these?” “Not that I’ve found.

I will show my incomparable bosshole Emmett Lasker that hiring me was the best damn thing he’s ever done before my two years at the firm are up. And he will beg me to stay when I turn in my resignation.

There was this experiment where pigeons were put in a cage and had to peck a button to get food. At first the pecking always produced food, so the pigeons quit pecking pretty quickly when the scientists changed the setting so food wouldn’t come out anymore. Then the button gave out food every other peck, and then every third one, and when the food was cut off, the pigeons took longer to stop pecking it. But when pecking the button gave out food randomly—so sometimes they got something and sometimes they didn’t—the birds just kept on pecking forever, hoping that maybe this time they’d get fed.

I’m going to be twenty-six next week!

if you don’t respect yourself enough to fight for what’s yours, everyone’ll just walk all over you. The first time asserting yourself is the hardest. But it gets easier.

My policy is never explain, never complain. Just makes things worse.

Thinking about the city reminds me of the girl I met eleven years ago.

Est-ce que tu vas bien?” I turn around and see a tall, dark-haired man standing behind me.

But then he wasn’t my first choice of husband. I wanted Sebastian Lasker.

many sociopaths, Gichinga was extremely adept at mimicking real emotions when he needed to, and now he employed that gift in the most important performance of his life.

Against anyone of any ability, to win you needed to pursue many lines of thought rather than just one, to light small tactical fires all over the board (a skill I had noticed Emanuel Lasker had in abundance). But by playing with more imagination, you might also have to open yourself to the possibility of defeat. Greater complexity could mean greater danger: anyone unwilling to accept that risk was destined to chess mediocrity.

You should keep in mind no names, nor numbers, nor isolated incidents, not even results, but only methods. The method produces numerous results

Kalbim sağlıklı olsaydı, önce pencereden atlardım; sonra da sinemaya gider, oradan bir daha çıkmazdım. Sanki piyangoda büyük ikramiyeyi kazanmışım da paramı alamamışım ya da at lotaryasında bir at kazanmışım da "bedava" ahır bulamamışım gibi hissediyorum kendimi. Aslında hayat bir döner merdiven trajedisi, döne döne yukarı çıkıp çıkıp iniyorsun, yıldızlar gibi hep kendi etrafında. Sevinçli bir çaresizlik içindeyim, çaresiz bir sevinç içinde; içimden ölüme sıçramak geliyor ya da şaka yapmak.