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.

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.

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

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?

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

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.

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?

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

Live today--tomorrow is where it belongs.

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.

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

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.

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

True love is deeper than any grave.

Families, nature’s very own torture device.

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

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.

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

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.

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

Don’t be ordinary; strive for extraordinary. Demand excellence in everything.

Keep wise people around you who have similar goals. Iron sharpens iron.

Failure’s nothing more than an opportunity for greater success.

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.

I often wonder if my faith in Christ is that locked in. Would I continue to defend the name of Jesus while being dragged on my back while under fire?

God allows some horrible things in our lives because it will help others grow in their faith. Tadpole faith is okay with that. It keeps moving forward. Maybe not at record-breaking speed, but it is God’s speed. And that’s all that matters.

having an explosive faith—one that can move mountains—requires three key elements. The first is God’s Word. This is equivalent to C4. It has the potential to detonate an explosion that can be felt by everyone who knows you. But for that power to be unleashed, the Bible can’t just sit there on the shelf. You have to read it and meditate on it, so the words leap off the page and into your soul. The second element is prayer. Prayer is equivalent to the heat required to ignite the C4. Prayer opens up the pathway between you and God, kindling the flame of the Holy Spirit in your heart.

The final element is action. This is the blasting cap. As James 2: 14 tells us, “Faith without works is dead.” If all we do is read the Bible and pray, we’ll be no more effective than Senior Chief Janeka standing there by the campfire clutching the C4. We might look pretty, with colorful flames billowing in the night, but when it comes to exploding the enemy’s strongholds, we’ll be utterly ineffective.

God’s Word, prayer, and action—there’s no more explosive combination than that.

Those with tadpole faith are forever grateful and constantly reaching out to others without first being reached. They smile with the genuine purpose of planting seeds of joy, peace, and happiness in the hearts of all others. They understand that the power of one person who genuinely desires to lift up others has the utmost potential to make a gigantic difference, no matter how small or large the reward may be.

faith is knowing when God closes one door another always opens. Never looking back.

Clearly, God had our best interest in mind when he inspired the apostle Paul to write the following words: “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things” (Philippians 4: 8).

The next time satan attempts to pollute your thoughts, go on the attack by saying out loud, “Satan, in the name of Jesus Christ, you have no control over me. In the powerful, almighty name of Jesus Christ, get out now!” Repeat this proclamation with energy and authority, several times if necessary.

Every battle you fight is won or lost in your head before you take any action.

About 90 percent of people’s behavior is habitual, meaning our lives are most often dictated by routine. Take a mental inventory of your daily habits. What you read, the friends you keep, and your routine thoughts are who you are and become.

Just as God uses people to do His work, so does the enemy.

anything intended to hurt or pull me down is not from God but from the enemy.

God is always willing and waiting to show His divine power, even when it looks as if He’s powerless or invisible. Like Jesus, we can cling to the cross. We can focus on Him.

As Christ-followers, we can face every trial with the boldness of Jesus Christ, knowing He’s always faithful. When we’re down to nothing, it always means He is up to something.

Today, I’m in the midst of a struggle far greater than cancer that’s ravaging my body. My fight is not with free radicals, IRS auditors, or Hell Week instructors, but with “the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places” (Ephesians 6: 12).

our fight is with enemies from the unseen world. We don’t battle against people, but against the demonic forces that are at war within them. As Paul says: “We wrestle, not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places” (Ephesians 6: 12).

It’s high time for us to stop, read, and remember what’s really going on all around us. We have to get up and enter the fight, not with the weapons of human strength or psychological might, but with the spiritual weapons of worship, witness, and prayer. In short, we need more war rooms. We need to step into the closet and make it ground zero for our fiercest battles. It’s time that we stopped going it alone and started getting personal with Jesus. This might be hard, but it’s our only path to victory.

Envision victory. Envision God’s promises. Envision being God’s masterpiece that you are. Envision running the race with full confidence. Envision being totally focused and locked-in, fulfilling and enacting His purpose in your life.

We are known by our fruit. Words are powerful but without action, they are useless. The amount you give will determine what you get back. The joy in this life is living beyond self.

Pray and listen to God. Ask Him to speak to your heart. Ask Him to reveal His word, presence, and assurance in all that you do. Listen with purpose. Listen with “fiery furnace” faith and begin believing like the champion you were created to be.

In opportunities for witness, I remind myself to let my faith be bigger than my fear. Sharing Christ requires me to climb out of my comfort zone, my “prison cell,” because I know God isn’t interested in my comfort; He’s interested in our pathway to real growth—and being a light for others.

Tadpole faith requires us to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.

the only way to be content with who we are is to know whose we are—God’s masterpiece.