Lc Quotes

I am me, a unique individual who aspires to be happier than she already is.

I’d give you every ribbon, trophy, medal, anything at my house or at the LC if it meant something,” he told me. “I’ll give you anything you want if you stop crying.

O tempo tem um estranho senso de humor. Não interessa qual o momento, é sempre cedo demais para umas coisas, tarde demais para outras, mas nem por isso tudo deixa de acontecer.

Why doesn't it bother her? Seriously, it doesn't. She's not putting on a front. She's in a serious relationship with a guy who has sex with other women for a living, and it doesn't matter to her." "I married a cop." Roarke smiled at her. "We all have our levels of acceptance. He was an LC when they met, just as she was a doctor, and one who often works in dangerous areas of the city." She shot him the same easy smile. "So...if I'd been an LC when we met, you wouldn't have any problem with me banging other guys. Professionally." "None at all, as I'd kick your ass and murder all of them. But that's my level of acceptance.

Her tears made him want to do things to her, her smile made him want to do things for her. He didn't know which he liked more.

If you want to find your contribution in this world and leave a legacy, look at your wounds. When you learn how to heal them, teach others." L.C. Tang

What is your legacy? "Never measure your life by possessions, numbers and materialism. Measure it by the hearts you touch, the smiles you create, and the love you share." L.C. Tang

Matthew 7:6 Do not give what is holy to the dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you in pieces.

I would rather be punished for making the right decision than live with the guilt of making the wrong one for the rest of my life.” - Sophie Foster, KotLC

Because the only way to truly live forever is to live on through the people you love.

I always think fondly of my years inside Detention Center LC/766B. The women and the children I met had all lost people they loved, but they never wallowed in despair. Dying is one of the few experiences we'll eventually all enjoy firsthand, and like most shit that's commonplace, it's boring to dwell on. My fellow inmates/classmates (and really, what's the difference?) showed me it was more interesting to concentrate on the living. Because death is fucking predictable... ...but life has science experiments and free time and surprise naps and who knows what comes next?

That’s the best part of having siblings,” I laugh. “Half the time, you want to kill each other, but you’d kill for each other, too.

Life is pain and guilt and all the ugly things we try to push away to make room for what makes it worth living.

I just feel stupid’ ‘Not stupid,’ George says. ‘A romantic maybe. A dreamer.’ ‘A theater kid,’ Ashley says. ‘But never stupid,’ George finishes.

hand twirling my bracelet. It was Ivan that answered as he shifted around on the bench. “Four hours at four in the morning at the LC, and a three hour workout at one in the afternoon.” Shit. That would only leave me four hours to work and that was going to be cutting it

The greatness of a Nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated…I hold that the more helpless a creature, the more entitled it is to protection by man from the cruelty of man.’ – Mahatma Gandhi

I made it three days before the text messages started one afternoon while I was trying to finish warming up before our afternoon session. I had gotten to the LC later than usual and had gone straight to the training room, praising Jesus that I’d decided to change my clothes before leaving the diner once I’d seen what time it was and had remembered lunchtime traffic was a real thing. I was in the middle of stretching my hips when my phone beeped from where I’d left it on top of my bag. I took it out and snickered immediately at the message after taking my time with it. Jojo: WHAT THE FUCK JASMINE I didn’t need to ask what my brother was what-the-fucking over. It had only been a matter of time. It was really hard to keep a secret in my family, and the only reason why my mom and Ben—who was the only person other than her who knew—had kept their mouths closed was because they had both agreed it would be more fun to piss off my siblings by not saying anything and letting them find out the hard way I was going to be competing again. Life was all about the little things. So, I’d slipped my phone back into my bag and kept stretching, not bothering to respond because it would just make him more mad. Twenty minutes later, while I was still busy stretching, I pulled my phone out and wasn’t surprised more messages appeared. Jojo: WHY WOULD YOU NOT TELL ME Jojo: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME Jojo: DID THE REST OF YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME Tali: What happened? What did she not tell you? Tali: OH MY GOD, Jasmine, did you get knocked up? Tali: I swear, if you got knocked up, I’m going to beat the hell out of you. We talked about contraception when you hit puberty. Sebastian: Jasmine’s pregnant? Rubes: She’s not pregnant. Rubes: What happened, Jojo? Jojo: MOM DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS Tali: Would you just tell us what you’re talking about? Jojo: JASMINE IS SKATING WITH IVAN LUKOV Jojo: And I found out by going on Picturegram. Someone at the rink posted a picture of them in one of the training rooms. They were doing lifts. Jojo: JASMINE I SWEAR TO GOD YOU BETTER EXPLAIN EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW Tali: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IS THIS TRUE? Tali: JASMINE Tali: JASMINE Tali: JASMINE Jojo: I’m going on Lukov’s website right now to confirm this Rubes: I just called Mom but she isn’t answering the phone Tali: She knew about this. WHO ELSE KNEW? Sebastian: I didn’t. And quit texting Jas’s name over and over again. It’s annoying. She’s skating again. Good job, Jas. Happy for you. Jojo: ^^ You’re such a vibe kill Sebastian: No, I’m just not flipping my shit because she got a new partner. Jojo: SHE DIDN’T TELL US FIRST THO. What is the point of being related if we didn’t get the scoop before everybody else? Jojo: I FOUND OUT ON PICTUREGRAM Sebastian: She doesn’t like you. I wouldn’t tell you either. Tali: I can’t find anything about it online. Jojo: JASMINE Tali: JASMINE Jojo: JASMINE Tali: JASMINE Tali: Tell us everything or I’m coming over to Mom’s today. Sebastian: You’re annoying. Muting this until I get out of work. Jojo: Party pooper Tali: Party pooper Jojo: Jinx Tali: Jinx Sebastian: Annoying ... I typed out a reply, because knowing them, if I didn’t, the next time I looked at my phone, I’d have an endless column of JASMINE on there until they heard from me. That didn’t mean my response had to be what they wanted. Me: Who is Ivan Lukov?

Anyone intelligent can make things more complex. It takes a touch of genius and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.’ – Albert Einstein

Before you criticize a man walk a mile in his shoes--then when you criticize him you will be a mile away, and you'll have his shoes!

The best predictor of success is grit. How you choose to respond to life’s trials—your uncommon moments—is everything.

Can't believe I'm stuck in a damn werewolf romance novel and I don't even get to turn into a werewolf,

If the heart that matches the beat of your own comes in the body of a man, so be it. Doesn't change anything. You're the same man you were yesterday. Better, even.

They expect from me a flicker, and I give them stars.

For some reason, he's ignored her for the last ten years in favor of the roughly human equivalent of unsalted butter.

We're bros, man, and bros accept each other no matter what. Even if they're getting boned by a gay werewolf.

Man or woman didn't matter. Marty liked men, Kent liked women, and Bridge apparently liked both. But Eric was the one he wanted above all others, and for whatever reason, that felt all kinds of right. "Shit. I'm Eric-sexual.

I'm captivated by every inch of him and every second that passes, I feel like my straight card is in even greater danger of being pried out of my grasp. Who am I kidding? That shit got revoked when he was buried knot-deep in my ass.

Love is a funny thing; there’s the kind that’s like you’re five and you’re looking up at your Mum’s face as she reads you a bedtime story. Then there’s the kind that makes you nervous and twists in your stomach. Then there’s the kind that makes you feel like you’re holding everything of worth in your hands.

Was there no stretch in the universe that could contain the Monster and the Dreamer? Laura sat up in bed, her eyes set with resolve. She would find it. She would tear through the fabric of space and time to create it. A place where her love would dull his blades, and his monstrosity kept all other beasts at bay.

His Laura, his purple butterfly. He would move the earth for her. Raze the world to the ground, if she asked, and spend eternity rebuilding it, should she remain in it. Never had a woman stirred his Monster so deeply she uncovered another layer.

And in this simple moment, I suddenly began to wonder if perhaps we shake hands with God in agreement to the lives we live, before we are ever born.

To all those aspiring writers who dream first and sleep later.

Being early meant being on time. Being on time meant being late. But being late was unacceptable.

A dancer who continued dancing even after the song was over

For fuck’s sake, would you stop breathing down my neck while I’m trying to do Satanism?

Sometimes, it's easy to forget he's a fantasy alpha male from a romance novel, and then other times, it smacks me in the face like a ten-inch cock.

What we are is God’s gift to us; what we become is our gift to God.’ – Anon

Live today--tomorrow is where it belongs.

Purposeful living is a strong indicator of happiness. Live big. Believe bigger. Thrive always.

I wasn’t afraid of drowning though.” She wagged her head gently. “I was afraid of how she was going to punish me if I didn’t.

If we tell you even a fraction of our stories, will you still be able to look at us? Or will you only see the scars?

Pensas que sabes o que é sofrer, mas não sabes. Tu sabes o que é perda. Tiveste quem te amasse e perdeste-os. Eu só tenho um pai que me quer matar desde o instante em que soube da minha existência e passou décadas a demonstrar-me o quanto o queria. Uma mãe cujo o único interesse era vangloriar-se sobre o fracasso dele em vez de o tentar evitar. E a única coisa comum aos dois, é que o passatempo preferido deles é a caça, e a cabeça a prémio é a minha! - Danton

Kayne Malkin was a riddle, an intoxicating game of the highest stakes. The losses were devastating, the rewards core-shattering. The rules were unknown, ever-changing, and always favored the house. And yet, you played. All you wanted was to keep playing, forever and ever, on the merry-go-round.

When we can live in peace and harmony with one another, irrespective of race, color, creed....When that day arrives we will be contented. THEN, we all can boast of our DEMOCRACY, and NOT until then.

Du weißt doch: So unendlich wie das Weltall..." "Und so warm wie das Licht der Sterne." Ein Lächeln huscht über meine Lippen. Er hat sie nicht vergessen, die Bedeutung einer tiefen Freundschaft. Unserer Freundschaft.

O Lord of love and kindness, who created the beautiful earth and all the creatures walking and flying in it, so that they may proclaim your glory. I thank you to my dying day that you have placed me amongst them.’ – St Francis of Assisi

The Ancient Egyptians postulated seven souls.” Top soul (Vicarious), and the first to leave at the moment of death, is Ren the Secret name. This corresponds to my Director. He directs the film of your life from conception to death. The Secret Name is the title of your film. When you die, that's where Ren came in. Second soul (Jambi), and second one off the sinking ship, is Sekem: Energy, Power. LIGHT. The Director gives the orders, Sekem presses the right buttons. Number three (Wings/Days) is Khu, the Guardian Angel. He, she or it is third man out...depicted as flying away across a full moon, a bird with luminous wings and head of light. The sort of thing you might see on a screen in an Indian restaurant in Panama. The Khu is responsible for the subject and can be injured in his defense - but not permanently, since the first three souls are eternal. They go back to Heaven for another vessel. The four remaining souls must take their chances with the subject in the land of the dead. Number four (The Pot) is Ba, the Heart, often treacherous. This is a hawk's body with your face on it, shrunk down to the size of a fist. Many a hero has been brought down, like Samson, by a perfidious Ba. Number five (L.C., Lost Keys, Rosetta Stoned) is Ka, the double, most closely associated with the subject. The Ka, which usually reaches adolescence at the time of bodily death, is the only reliable guide through the Land of the Dead to the Western Lands. Number six (Instension) is Khaibit, the Shadow, Memory, your whole past conditioning from this and other lives. Number seven (Right in Two) is Sekhu, the Remains

If you embark on this journey, you too will see the unfortunate life of the protagonist, who was made to do what no one willed, and who willed a path that resisted his own nature. It has been said that a rising tide lifts all boats, but some men are stones.

Sit down," she ordered Peabody. "I prefer to stand." "And I prefer to give you a good boot in the ass, but I'm restraining myself." Eve reached up, fisted her hands in her own hair and yanked until the pain cleared most of the rage. "Okay, stand. You couldn't sit with that stick up your butt, anyway. One you shove up it every time Subject Monroe, Charles, is mentioned. You want to be filled in, you want to be briefed? Fine. Here it is." She had to take another deep breath to insure her tone was professional. "On the evening of March twenty-six, at or about nineteen-thirty, I, accompanied by Roarke, had occasion to visit Areena Mansfield's penthouse suite at The Palace Hotel, this city. Upon entering said premises, investigation officer found subject Mansfield in the company of one Charles Monroe, licensed companion. It was ascertained and confirmed that LC Monroe was there in a professional capacity and had no links to the deceased or the current investigation. His presence, and the salient details pertaining to it, were noted in the report of the interview and marked Level Five in a stupid, ill-conceived attempt by the investigating officer to spare her fat-headed aide any unnecessary embarrassment." Eve stomped back to her desk, snatched up her coffee, gulped some down. "Record that," she snapped. Peabody's lip trembled. She sat. She sniffled. "Oh, no." In genuine panic, Eve stabbed out a finger. "No, you don't. No crying. We're on duty. There is no crying on duty.

Lo verdaderamente importante en la oración no es esto o aquello, sino que Dios se nos quiere dar. Éste es el don de todos los dones, lo «único necesario» (cf. Lc 10, 42). La oración es un camino para purificar poco a poco nuestros deseos, corregirlos e ir sabiendo lo que necesitamos de verdad: a Dios y a su Espíritu.

She didn’t realize there was such a thing as being too strong too fast. She didn’t realize that even the strongest people could be dangerously close to breaking.

You are no one. No one at all. And for that reason, you exist only to serve those in power. Never for yourself.

Devon clutches his book protectively against his chest. "You can like the classics and paranormal romance. It's not mutually exclusive. And it's shifters, FYI.

Everyone else was out looking for his or her prince, and here he was searching for the prince’s kidney.

Tuhan hanya melihat proses bukan hasil" "Utamakan Ikhtiar selebihnya bertawakalah

Never try to explain a 5-by-7 vision to someone with a 3-by-5 experience. It rarely works out the way you’d like it to.

Families, nature’s very own torture device.

True love is deeper than any grave.

Robertson Davies writes, “Extraordinary people survive under the most terrible circumstances and then become even more extraordinary because of it.

Brad Miller," he answers, hiccuping as he takes another swig of beer. My God, he is so enchanting.

Catalina?’ My nose wrinkles. That's not a very growlable name at all. Not like Brad. ‘Isn’t that a salad dressing?

Will you cower for the rest of your life and let the world run you over?” She grabbed her by the face, her intense eyes only inches away from hers. “Or will you fight for what you want and take this world by storm?

Your perceptiveness however, puts me in a tight spot.” She frowned. “Why? Because I can see through your lies?” “No,” he said quietly. “Because you can see past my false strengths. Even the ones I use to fool myself.

Os seus corpos podiam ser os mesmos do passado, mas os seus espíritos continuavam a ser os do futuro onde quase se tinham perdido e que salvos pelo milagre da magia se inundavam agora de amor e esperança. Tinham uma nova oportunidade. Tudo seria diferente.

Consciousness is not some abstract concept. It's our state of mind - our thoughts and feelings at any given moment. The 3LC model (Spacious, Heart, Safety) suggests the state of consciousness we are in will always influence how we perceive a situation, the choices we see for ourselves and our actions. In other words, it affects everything. Three Levels of Consciousness Spacious - AWE - Expansive, Nonverbal, Nontemporal Heart - Appreciation, Gratitude Safety - Reward - Purposeful Proactive Productive - Stuck - Anxiety Anguish Ambivalence - Threat - Fight Flight Freeze

Os escassos raios de luz do crepúsculo iluminavam o mundo a tons laranja e vermelho, criando mais uma visão maravilhosa. Ivana sentia algo estranho e inexplicável, algo que nascia de uma nova vida cheia de ilusões e a única certeza que tinha era que tudo começava nos olhos verdes que a seguravam.

That's my reality, and yeah, I'm okay with escaping it once in a while to live in a better one. One where love is real, and it's okay to be different, and everything works out okay in the end. If you wanna judge me for that, fine." I frown, realizing he takes this all a lot more seriously than I ever imagined.

We get what we expect in life, as Norman Cousins pointed out, “The main trouble with despair is that it’s self-fulfilling. People who fear the worst tend to invite it. Heads that are down can’t scan the horizon for new openings. A burst of energy does not spring from a spirit of defeat. Ultimately, helplessness leads to hopelessness.

I reach out to grab his tie, yanking him toward me with force that surprises me as much as him. "You are getting a vasectomy as soon as this is over," I say through gritted teeth that feel sharper than usual. "Capeesh? And if that doesn't work, you're getting a knot-ectomy." Raul grimaces as the tie constricts around his neck. "I'm not sure that's a thing, love.

There are no such things as angels, I thought to myself as I walked that path. There is only Cyrus, those who follow him, and those who sneak around him. Everything is a backwards dealing, a script where errors are miracles, and corrections are only a bullet away. As for good works, they are dangerous and impossible. Only the likes of demons can successfully complete them, and they know not wholly what they do.

We need another wiser and perhaps more mystical concept of animals. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings, they are other Nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of earth.’ And

La respuesta de Jesús al Buen Ladrón va más allá de la petición. En lugar de un futuro indeterminado habla de un «hoy»: «Hoy estarás conmigo en el paraíso» (Lc 23,43) También estas palabras están llenas de misterio, pero nos enseñan ciertamente una cosa: Jesús sabía que entraba directamente en comunión con el Padre, que podía prometer el paraíso ya para «hoy». Sabía que reconduciría al hombre al paraíso del cual había sido privado: a esa comunión con Dios en la cual reside la verdadera salvación del hombre. Así, en la historia de la espiritualidad cristiana, el buen ladrón se ha convertido en la imagen de la esperanza, en la certeza consoladora de que la misericordia de Dios puede llegarnos también en el último instante; la certeza de que, incluso después de una vida equivocada, la plegaria que implora su bondad no es vana. «Tú que escuchaste al ladrón, también a mí me diste esperanza», reza, por ejemplo, el Dies irae.

What is love? To the old, it is companionship, loyalty, and memories. To the young, it is excitement and physical attraction. Many liken love to a fire. It begins with kindling that ignites quickly with sparks and brightness, but a fire made of kindling requires one to constantly search for more fuel. Some couples tire of the effort, and the fire dies. But wise couples know that adding a log will make the fire endure. It may not have the same spark of kindling, but it provides warmth and light that will see them through the long nights ahead.

Fun is a part of life, Ebony. If you think it is the blank spaces in our timeline then you are sorely mistaken. It is the key points in our timeline, the marked dates, because they make every hardship we fight to overcome worth it.

Talvez você esteja sob pressão psicossocial para desistir de sua suposta “religião infantil”. Nunca se envergonhe da lealdade ao Senhor e à Sua Palavra (Lc 9:23-26)!

This was a place where dead people breathed.

Don't be stereotypical or you'll be punished.

No. If she cared about me, she would have loved me for whomever I was, not just who she wanted me to be. What she maybe thought I was. Relationships are always made up of these little perceptions of relationships, you know. What you think is friendship is something else so to someone else. You can never really know what's in someone else's mind, no matter how much you love them." I nod, then say, "Yeah," because I realize she can't see me. I think of the distance between us, and how maybe there's that distance between all of us, because she's right, I can't know what's in someone else's head. And just like that, I can feel the distance close—snap like a rubber band. We were never really far apart, maybe. It just looked that way.

Don't look like you're going to cry all the time." She scowled. "Tears are one of their favourite drinks around here.

It was the first time in my life I got to be something new. Not a freak. You didn’t want to rip my story from me, you didn’t want anything from me at all. You created me, Grace. Every study session, every message you sent me, every book you gave me to read, every song. It was like my eyes were opened to this world of possibilities that I hadn’t dreamed could exist.” I

Brandon, dude, I have wondered that so many times about Grace’s social skills. Is she still biting her thumb? I swear, I always knew what novels Grace had read in the library because there would be little bloody thumbprints on all the sad pages. Normal people cry—Grace gnaws her skin until it bleeds.

I took my disappointment and crushed it into a tiny weight to join all the other sorrows in the corners of my heart. The

I had lived this moment before, a thousand times. Once, it had been the nightmare that haunted me when I thought I would not live to see it come to pass, and now, it was the hope I tucked inside the deepest crevice in my soul.

I like clothes, Megan. I've like clothes since I was a toddler playing in my mother's closet back in the Master's quarters in New York. I liked them long before i knew anything about gender or sexuality, or that a penis could be used for anything other than taking a tinkle. And I'm not going to stop being interested in fashion just because some bigot thinks that me enjoying couture is a reaffirmation of a worn out stereotype.

Beauty will always be a curse.

Luck was its own thing entirely, a free agent. And believing that something so fickle would ever be on your side, that it could ever be counted on, was a good way to get yourself killed.

Maybe I can't change the mind of those people that make up the lowest common denominator in this world, but I'll be damned if I let any bottom feeding scum tell me what I can and cannot enjoy.

With a step. The first one was always the scariest. I knew that. Everyone knew that. If you could do it, though, if you could take that first dangerous step, then all of the other steps would seem easy in comparison.

But Mémère never told me why my parents had died. She never told me what she was working on. And she never explained why so much of our lives had been a secret.

It mattered far less whether someone was a fairy or an angel or a demon. Those were just quarter notes in the sheet music of our lives. The real song was how we’d use the things we learned here, during this time, to shape the world around us.

My parents had ensured that no magic user could find me. What if that also meant I couldn’t use magic at all? What if the warding spell meant magic couldn’t find me?

You’re not in trouble,” she said. “But I do think you have earned yourself a wand. Let’s go get it, shall we?

A mystery the box may hold But never will it burst.

Not a problem, my dear,” she said. I knew she meant it. I was thankful for the journal. If Erin said it was something that I’d find useful, then she was probably right. Erin usually was. She was smart, clever, and witty, I’d discovered, and she was so much funnier than anyone else I’d ever known. It had been a good summer. We’d spent months reading my grandmother’s notes and we’d found out a ton of information about what she had been researching.

Why did witches love their secrets so much? Perhaps most importantly, why didn’t witches see a problem with withholding information?

They wanted you to learn, so they’d do everything in their power to help you.

I focused, exerting all of my energy into the way I whispered the words. The way you spoke was nearly as important as the actual words that you uttered. That had been difficult for me to learn. You could say a spell perfectly and pronounce each word correctly, but if you didn’t have passion or energy when you did it, the spell would be useless.

Hey, congrats! What’s the baby’s name?” “Wizard,” Henry said. “They named their baby Wizard?

Are you okay?” Henry asked, but when I looked at him, he was trying not to laugh. Irritation nipped at me.

Don’t tell me what to do, you geriatric tick,