Ld Quotes

A man leaves his great house because he's bored With life at home, and suddenly returns, Finding himself no happier abroad. He rushes off to his villa driving like mad, You'ld think he's going to a house on fire, And yawns before he's put his foot inside, Or falls asleep and seeks oblivion, Or even rushes back to town again. So each man flies from himself (vain hope, because It clings to him the more closely against his will) And hates himself because he is sick in mind And does not know the cause of his disease.

You're worse than a douche bag. You're a douche puddle, the excrement of a douching.

She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.

Anyone who can rationalize love through intellect, has no idea what love is, for it is an emotion, and cannot be rationalized. For love is crazy.

You're making this really hard for me," he said quietly, holding my face in his hands. "So maybe you should give in." "I don't want you to think that's all I want from you." "What else do you want from me?" "Everything," he whispered and brushed his lips against mine.

Every day I am thankful for Luke, the real love of my life, my Prince Charming, my rescuer. He saved me from my biggest enemy, myself.

The other raised his club and attacked L, who inexpliciably fell over on his back like an overturned frog.

L shot Maki a disappointed look. But soon he forgot everything when Misa Amane appeared onstage. Enraptured he began to cheer with the girls in black lace and frilly skirts.

The rEaL wOrLd is but a fictional place where those who have narrow minds and shallow imagination compile their oppressive ideas of what rEaLiTy only should be.

Wait! Did you sleep with any of my boyfriends?" "No, I promise." "Okay, good," she said, relieved. "I just made out with one." "You see?" Tabitha said. "She's a whore bag." "Cum bucket," Mayson nodded in agreement. "You guys," Donya made a disgusted sound. "Can we save the name calling for later? I want to hear the hoe's story.

Make New FrNdS But Keep D oLd , One iS silVer The Other is Gold.

You love me, but you don't want me," he said with such sadness, I burst into tears. While crying, I had the biggest orgasm of my life as Luke held me tighter than ever and rocked into me and climaxed with me. He wiped at my tears. "I didn't mean to make you cry," he said.

In a cab back in Jersey, I finally answered one of thirty-three of Kyle's text messages (he called forty-seven times, I shit you not. Who does that!)

If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I’ld have thee beaten for being old before thy time. LEAR. How’s that? FOOL. Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

You'ld think I'ld be used to saying good bye to you by now.

No, you started this shit. I don't know how they do it in Rhode Island, but here in Jersey, bitches get stitches for talking shit and fucking with something they shouldn't.

Dad, why did you marry a crazy woman?" I asked after the usual pleasantries. "I didn't know she was crazy before I married her. By the time I found out, she was already knocked up and it was too late.

I don't know which one is the real you," I said. "Are you more like Kyle the dick or Kyle the good guy?

The two waiters inside the cafe knew that theo ld man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him. Last week he tried to commit suicide," one waiter said. Why?" He was in despair." What about?" Nothing." How do you know it was nothing." He has plenty of money.

Why are you asking me now?" I asked. "Why didn't you ask me before?" "You seemed a little...unstable," Mayson said. "Now you seem to be more like yourself...which is still...rather unstable.

Who lives in a pineapple under your jeans?" He sang softly. "SpongeBob booty pants!" He ended his little song with a soft slap to my rear.

Esmeralda, don’t blame your brother for his girlfriend’s lack of wits,” Sam admonished.

What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet. I'ld have you do it ever: when you sing, I'ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms, Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move still, still so, And own no other function: each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deed, That all your acts are queens.

Half a thou too small,” he said. “The difference between Right and Wrong. Half a thou bigger, and it’ld be Right. As it is, it’s Wrong, and you can’t cheat about it.” He smiled again. “Too bad when God gives you the mind of an Inspector, isn’t it?

You're flying to Chicago to get drunk and have other women shake their boobs in your face." "If it bothers you, I won't go," he said seriously. "No," I kicked at the table leg. "It doesn't bother me. Maybe I'm just jealous." "Jealous? You're not the jealous type." "Maybe I want boobs shaken in my face.

Well, the plenty of fish in the sea thing is bullshit," I said. "The other fish are weird, smell funny, or hooked on someone else's fishing line.

I love you, Emmy, scars and all.

He looked up at me, stuttered a few times, and then seemed to forget what he was saying altogether. I didn't say anything, or act surprised that he stopped talking. I just stared at him, feeling my heart pounding in my throat. "Wow." He said. "What?" "You just left me speechless.

I sounded so bad ass, but I was really weak, tired, and pretty much shattered inside. If he gave me a hard time, I was going to jump across the table and try to kill him with my water bottle.

You can sit around for years wondering “What if I had gone the other way” and you will never have a true answer.

I couldn't tell you what was happening on the TV screen. My eyes saw the pictures, but could not register what was happening, especially since my eyes kept falling on Luke. I knew that he knew that I was watching him because he grinned and threw a cookie at me without taking his eyes off the screen.

I hope no man will call me timorous; and yet I'ld as soon be called that as rash.

You can take care of him," she insisted. This was madness. This was a true example of temporary insanity. "I can't." "Why not?" She demanded. "Umm...I don't...like..." I couldn't say diapers. I had my own baby! "I don't like... black... babies...

Coming from a guy who wasn't always nice to women, he's only going to treat you the way you let him. If you continue to be tolerant of circumstances, he's not going to have a reason to change

I haven't slept with him, Mom." I whispered, lying through my teeth. I just didn't want to discuss my sex life with her. She would probably critique my oral skills or something. "I should have known. You don't sleep with anybody. That's why you can't keep a man.

July 15, 1991 Nita: My mother was a paragon of our neighborhood, People always come up to us with hugs, saying "You have the most wonderful mother." l'd think. “Don't you see what's going on in this house?” To this day, if somehow even in jest raises their hand to me, I will do this (raises hands to protect face and cowers) I cringe. Then they look at me like, what's your probem? You don't get that from a great childhood.

Why, why is this? Think'st thou I'ld make a lie of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt Is once to be resolved: exchange me for a goat, When I shall turn the business of my soul To such exsufflicate and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And on the proof, there is no more but this,-- Away at once with love or jealousy!

This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house-affairs would draw her thence: Which ever as she could with haste dispatch, She'ld come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively: I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used: Here comes the lady; let her witness it.

Some men are born to do great, extraordinary things. I am one of those men, because I was born to love you, and aside from the love we have for our children, there is nothing else in the universe that is greater or more extraordinary than loving you. You are the only person who can complete me. You are the only home my heart knows.

The road to your destination is not always a straight shot. Sometimes the road splits off into different directions and you have to choose.

We will always be tethered.       The End

Were half to half the world by the ears and he Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make Only my wars with him: he is a lion That I am proud to hunt.

If all my royal kindred Lay in my way unto this marriage, I'ld make them my low foot-steps

It wasn’t his fault Jamison was wound so tight that a lump of coal up his ass would likely result in diamonds inside of a week.

Because, we have blood cravings! The upside to the little Witch slash Vampyre blashphemy is that you don't crave blood as much as we do, you have the bloody strength to fight it and think rationally!" I felt my eyes widen on their own, I could hear a thick British accent starting to seep out that was never there before, he must've learned to hide it well.

Can't be a hero if you're afraid of looking stupid.

I hope Kyle Sterling rips your heart out of your chest and makes you choke on it.

Cinderella was such a dork. She left behind her glass slipper at the ball and then went right back to her stemonster's house. It seems to me she sho8ld have worn the glass slipper always, to make herself easier to find. I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in their magnificant carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said, "Could you drop me off down the road please? Now that I've finally escaped my life of horrific abuse, I'd like to see something of the world, you know? ...I'll catch back up with you later, Prince, once I've found my own way. Anyone tell you that you grew up to be sort of cute? In like a misfit type of way? The secret tactic f a good bargainer is to know when to compromise You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves. And while sometimes delights can be tiresome, mostly they re ..Pure, They're burnished by their own hopes This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan- making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant. I am trying to embrace danger

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.

Do you want me to stop?" he whispered. "If you seriously want me to stop-" "No," I whispered. "Do you want me to go slow?" I shook my head. Negative. "I don't want to hurt you." I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply and passionately.

(Kyler's song about Lennon?) Stop hiding in the darkness, step out into the light. The sky is filled with all these stars, so come and kiss the night. Infinity is waiting, calling you by name. The world is yours for the taking, so take it just the same. Shock and awe, surprise them, those who think you're weak. Look to the sky and chase them, those answers that you seek. The stars will light the sky for us, they'll illuminate the way. They show you how to find me, they'll make you want to stay.

<\ But this winter won't last, darlin'. >> * Not forever >> (.....\\ . > And when new hands >> set to tending this earth they'll till my pieces under. > > Grind them into the veins of g0ld I've laid. <\ Then the roots of all they plant wi\\ > wind around usS--- <\ KEEPING <\ US <\ CLOSE--- \ \ <\ For an eternal summer that will not fade.

You wanted to live your own life, Donya, and I fully expected to find you satisfied with your decision. Instead, I find you smoking cigarettes and practically emaciated. You said you didn't want to be your mother, but you are. You're just another version of her. get your shit together, Donya, and prove to me that breaking our hearts was worth it.

We are not, as some have assumed, the rightful lords of new lands – we are merely travellers. seeking peace and understanding.

Are decisions really products of analysis of a situation; or are simply out of preconceived notions? I believe, at some point of one's existence, we all are troubled by relativism!

I am ingrained in you. I am woven into every cell of your body. You cannot eradicate me without losing yourself, too.

I have a confession," he said softly. "Oh no," I sighed. "It's not about the gloves is it?" "No," he grinned, and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "I've seriously been crushing on you for about three years." "Really?" I was genuinely surprised. His asking me out a few times never equated to a crush to me. I knew he probably liked me a little, but I didn't think he had a crush on me. "Okay, maybe more than crushing. I'm pretty sure I've had some pretty strong feelings for you for a long time.

Forget the fact that he was the first person I had slept with in almost a year or that even though I was drunk I remembered it clearly (and it was effing fantastic!) Forget the fact that I had a hickey for the first time since high school on my neck under the scarf I was wearing, tied around my dumb neck.

...and there is such honesty and innocence to her voice I want to hold her. The bedside lamplight is a rich golden color, and it is falling on her face in a way that makes it seem gilded. For a moment, L.D. looks to me like an angel. Another case of illusion only being the larger truth.

ready for sex, but my body had been so receptive to his touch. Was it like that for everyone else? I wish I could ask Emmy without bringing suspicion upon myself. She had been to third base more times than some baseball players. I snickered out loud at my joke. Emmet looked at me with one eyebrow

(Kyler's song about Lennon?) Stop hiding in the darkness, step out into the light. The sky is filled with all these stars, so come and kiss the night. Infinity is waiting, calling you by name. The world is yours for the taking, so take it just the same. Shock and awe, surprise them, those who think you're weak. Look to the sky and chase them, those answers that you seek. Because it's there you'll find me, talking to the moon. Telling him my secrets, asking about you. The stars will light the sky for us, they'll illuminate the way. They show you how to find me, they'll make you want to stay.

The body remembers. It waits, patiently, until we feel strong enough to meet the parts we have abandoned. The ones we want most to forget.

Are you a lesbian?” She looked at me with a serious expression. “If you are, it’s okay. I don’t want you to munch my rug or anything, but I’ll love you anyway.

Fight for him and don’t ever let him go.

I still care about you.” “But you wish you didn’t.” “I really fucking wish I didn’t,

Leadership is unveiled by Vision, Driven by Passion, Activated by Planning, Engineered by Sacrifice and Actualized by Tireless Pursuit.

For if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know." Kansas

This flesh I have lived in, These thoughts I have lived with Have befouled the sanctity of 'this' soul! Forgive me Hashem!

Is it wise to blow the whistle on a person's selfishness when selfishness itself is an important attribute for contentment?

and he was redeemed.   ~*~ The End ~*~

we were right-handed into a dully furnished living room. L.D.

There is a distressing tendency of the L&D profession to latch on to half read and barely understood concepts.

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suits.

Academic success is imperative because life treats beautiful people differently and since I don't have the luxury of looks, I better have something smart to say.

If pain is transformative, falling in love must be a complete metamorphosis.

sun had just cleared the tree line but wasn’t yet strong enough to burn away the fog seeping out of the woods. Although the air was chilly, the president and his entourage of agents didn’t seem

Era scappata in camera dopo aver immaginato di uccidere tutte le renne di Babbo Natale in almeno quindici modi diversi e di sciogliere Frosty the Snowman con un asciugacapelli sotto gli occhi scandalizzati della cittadinanza, dopo tre ore — TRE ORE!- di Carol natalizi in radio e dal vivo. Sì, perché gli altri ospiti non avevano potuto fare a meno di improvvisare una specie di karaoke a tema, fanatici in preda allo Spirito Natalizio. Dio.

Non erano solo gli stupidi jingle che cominciavano a fare capolino come ciuffi di erbacce sparsi qua e là in un prato, dentro i negozi, gli ascensori e le stazioni radio, anche se poteva già affermare con sicurezza che se mai avesse incontrato Michael Bublé di persona per le strade di New York gli avrebbe fatto passare la voglia di camminare attraverso ogni dannata, stramaledettissima Winter Wonderland immaginabile a furia di ginocchiate alle palle.

In the month that she had lived at Bray, Maggie had felt pockets of this-this slowing down of time, these reverberations into the past. In America, everything was replaceable; ld stuf was thrown away quickly and entirely to make way for the next thing. But in Ireland, the ruined castles that dotted the landscape, the crumbling stnes walls that crisscrossed long-held family fields, these all provided the sense that the past drifted, but did not disappear. It was all around you, like mist.

What did we talk about? I don't remember. We talked so hard and sat so still that I got cramps in my knee. We had too many cups of tea and then didn't want to leave the table to go to the bathroom because we didn't want to stop talking. You will think we talked of revolution but we didn't. Nor did we talk of our own souls. Nor of sewing. Nor of babies. Nor of departmental intrigue. It was political if by politics you mean the laboratory talk that characters in bad movies are perpetually trying to convey (unsuccessfully) when they Wrinkle Their Wee Brows and say (valiantly--dutifully--after all, they didn't write it) "But, Doctor, doesn't that violate Finagle's Constant?" I staggered to the bathroom, released floods of tea, and returned to the kitchen to talk. It was professional talk. It left my grey-faced and with such concentration that I began to develop a headache. We talked about Mary Ann Evans' loss of faith, about Emily Brontë's isolation, about Charlotte Brontë's blinding cloud, about the split in Virginia Woolf's head and the split in her economic condition. We talked about Lady Murasaki, who wrote in a form that no respectable man would touch, Hroswit, a little name whose plays "may perhaps amuse myself," Miss Austen, who had no more expression in society than a firescreen or a poker. They did not all write letters, write memoirs, or go on the stage. Sappho--only an ambiguous, somewhat disagreeable name. Corinna? The teacher of Pindar. Olive Schriener, growing up on the veldt, wrote on book, married happily, and ever wrote another. Kate Chopin wrote a scandalous book and never wrote another. (Jean has written nothing.). There was M-ry Sh-ll-y who wrote you know what and Ch-rl-tt- P-rk-ns G-lm-an, who wrote one superb horror study and lots of sludge (was it sludge?) and Ph-ll-s Wh--tl-y who was black and wrote eighteenth century odes (but it was the eighteenth century) and Mrs. -nn R-dcl-ff- S-thw-rth and Mrs. G--rg- Sh-ld-n and (Miss?) G--rg-tt- H-y-r and B-rb-r- C-rtl-nd and the legion of those, who writing, write not, like the dead Miss B--l-y of the poem who was seduced into bad practices (fudging her endings) and hanged herself in her garter. The sun was going down. I was blind and stiff. It's at this point that the computer (which has run amok and eaten Los Angeles) is defeated by some scientifically transcendent version of pulling the plug; the furniture stood around unknowing (though we had just pulled out the plug) and Lady, who got restless when people talked at suck length because she couldn't understand it, stuck her head out from under the couch, looking for things to herd. We had talked for six hours, from one in the afternoon until seven; I had at that moment an impression of our act of creation so strong, so sharp, so extraordinarily vivid, that I could not believe all our talking hadn't led to something more tangible--mightn't you expect at least a little blue pyramid sitting in the middle of the floor?

I think this is simultaneously the most ridiculous and most serious conversation we've ever had," I said. "I don't like Jell-O and you wear stripes, and I think that is far more offensive, but I'll still marry you despite the stripes." I pushed myself off of the couch and went to bed. As I lay there, listening to Luke moving around the kitchen, I had to cover my mouth to keep from giggling. We just had a conversation about marriage using stripes and gelatin as a cover up for the fact that we were talking about marriage. Luke proposed through Jell-O and I accepted through stripes. The idiocy of it all had me shaking with excited, silent laughter.

Say fuck the hole day, geuss what. By the end of that day you'ld achieve more happiness then if you did not ~

I am not a fool. I a[] wise. I will run from my fear, I w[]ll out distance my f[ ]r, then I will hide fr[ ] my fear, I w[]ll wait f[]r my fear, I will let m[] fear run past me[] then I will follow my fear, I will track [ ] fear until I c[]n approach m[ ]ear in complete silence[] th[]n I will strike at m[] fear, I will charge my fe[ ], I will grab h[]ld of my fear, I will sink my f[]ngers into my [ ]ar, t[]en I will bite my fear, I w[]ll tear the thro[]t of my fear, I will bre[]k the neck of my fear, I wi[ ] drink the blood of my fear, I [ ]ll gulp the flesh o[ ]my fear[]I will crush th[] bones of my f[]ar[ ]and I will savor m[] fear, I will sw[]llow my fear, all []f it, and then I will digest []y fear unt[]l I can do not[]ing else but shit out my fear. In this w[]y will I be mad[] stronger[ ]

To introduced myself to you in this nightmare story.I'm a victim of rape on my childhood stage l'd experienced rape in my life the victim were my sibblings and community members as I told you that on my growth. My mum was upsent it were only my dad, sister and brother in my house my dad were living with heart condition desease than my mom choose to hunting work live us with dad on my toddler stage hape you imagine the situation.By telling you this I don'nt expected your pitty or. being sorry for me but I'm going somewhere I want to speak with someone who condem,look him or herself down lost confident with same and other stuation.There's hope if l managed to survive on my situations you can to.God favoured me my introduced himself to me on my teenage stage ashored me that he love me and transformed my life mostly healed me day by day couse this situations is deep it a proccess to be heal in it l use to say it like living in fire where you need to live with God himself in it.Why I say this? allow me to say it some sort of journey of chosen people.The reason is other people take it easy as we have different categories of help and high science source to cure this the truth is it can't why?Rape destroy the whole life of person as human divided into 3 part which is body,soul spirit as I experience it not once several times till I reach the stage where I can rescure myself by confronting the victims,shortly it spoiled my whole 3 part you see I needed my creater to rebuid me and that not heppening overnight I personally say rape victims needed. Lifesaviour and Lifeguide who is God himself to rescue and guide you in life journey course this thing is a beast that never die if you never experience it you'll never understand it thanks for your trying don't need to.what I need is your support,how? pray for me,not feeling sorry,give hope,listen me,never judge ,stop gossip rather ask the ask,allow me to take my own decisions, give me time,be partient of me,avoid to remind me my past,believe in me,be careful on showing me my weekest sport rather put me on the spot where I can see for myself, give me chance of proving myself. This is what I can do;Forgive,move on,not forget,love other people not trust them 100% ,(truely fall in love conditional),Over protective while others says I'm selfish,depend on God's hand 100%, sensetive person, enjoy my space,help others, prayful person,other people says I'm moody person when I separate myself to meet with God in his present,can think wise things and do big things,focus on something that can keep my mind busy to escape on thinking about past,fight to change, enjoy to spend time with fruitfull freinds, rocking on doing my own business, on my own space,Not easy to accept people in my space till I know him or her better,enjoy nature things,love to be me,layalt pertionate & kind person.

I would urge you to focus on the light in the darkness, on the one thing that makes humanity worth fighting for: love.

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What does an igloo-dwelling millionaire do that a cubicle-dweller doesn’t? Follow an uncommon set of rules. How does a lifelong blue-chip employee escape to travel the world for a month without his boss even noticing? He uses technology to hide the fact. Gold is getting old. The New Rich (NR) are those who abandon the deferred-life plan and create luxury lifestyles in the present using the currency of the New Rich: time and mobility. This is an art and a science we will refer to as Lifestyle Design (LD).

currency of the New Rich: time and mobility. This is an art and a science we will refer to as Lifestyle Design (LD).

There are so many things to be done, and progressive minds are overflowing with ideas and proposals. As we consider real-world actions, though, there's one thing worth remembering above all: the future can't be planned by a group of socialist intellectuals designing bullet-pointed lists of what's best for the rest of humanity. Democracy means that people make choices themselves, and good ideas emerge from healthy, collective deliberation... Personally, I'ld like to see a thriving culture of political discussions, where the cafes are full of people passionately hashing out their disagreements about What Must Be Done. Not everyone has to participate in political life, but everyone should at least feel like someone would listen to them if they came up with a solution to a problem.

It's the sum of our actions which define us. Not single ones.

I had come to learn that grief was an emotion without end, marked by continual waves of loss and despair that ebbed and flowed for years, like the ocean tides.

Students with disabilities, as soon as their disability is recognized by school officials, are placed on a separate track. They are immediately labeled by authorized (credentialed) professionals (who never themselves have experienced these labels) as LD, ED, EMH, and so on. The meaning and definition of the labels differ, but they all signify inferiority on their face. Furthermore, these students are constantly told what they can (potentially/expect to) do and what they cannot do from the very date of their labeling. This happens as a natural matter of course in the classroom. All activists I interviewed who had a disability in grade school or high school told similar kinds of horror stories—detention and retention, threats and insults, physical and emotional abuse.

I continued up, into the late afternoon and evening, unable to see anything except what was immediately before me. I wasn't thinking of snakes, as l'd been the day before. I wasn't thinking. I'm hiking on the Pacific Crest Trail. I wasn't even thinking, What have I gotten myself into? I was thinking only of moving myself forward.

look after us when things like this

Ethan Watters published a book called Crazy Like Us: The Globalization of the American Psyche, which details how psychiatry and psychopharmacology have collaborated to basically make the rest of the world as miserable as America,

The Icarus Project represents a new wave of resistance, one that shifts from the ontological questions of the definition of disease and illness, to the epistemological questions of whose stories and voices are considered in the production of psychiatric knowledge.

The voice of those with “lived experience” can be broadly grouped into two types, depending on whether they understand their own lives within the context of the conventional medical paradigm, or in resistance to that paradigm, and it is only the first group that is well heard by society

In the domain of mental health, huge pools of data are being used to train algorithms to identify signs of mental illness—a threat I call “surveillance psychiatry.” Electronic health records, data mining social networks, and even algorithmically classifying video surveillance will significantly amplify this approach. Corporations and governments are salivating at the prospect of identifying psychological vulnerability and dissent.

People sometimes think that all animal experiments serve vital medical purposes and can be justified on the grounds that they relieve more suffering than they cause. This comfortable belief is mistaken. The LD50 – a test designed in the 1920s to find the ‘Lethal Dose’, or level of consumption that will make 50 percent of a sample of animals die – is still used today for some purposes. It is, for example, used to test the popular anti-wrinkle treatment, Botox® Cosmetic. For this purpose, mice are given varying doses. Those given a high enough dose slowly suffocate as their respiratory muscles become paralyzed, undoubtedly after considerable suffering. These tests are not necessary to prevent human suffering: even if there were no alternative to the use of animals to test the safety of the products, it would be better to do without them, and learn to live with wrinkles, as most elderly people always have.

(Kyler's song about Lennon?) Stop hiding in the darkness, step out into the light. The sky is filled with all these stars, so come and kiss the night. Infinity is waiting, calling you by name. The world is yours for the taking, so take it just the same. Shock and awe, surprise them, those who think you're weak. Look to the sky and chase them, those answers that you seek. The stars will light the sky for us, they'll illuminate the way. They show you how to find me, they'll make you want to stay. ― L.D. Crichton, All Our Broken Pieces

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ravenous.” I nodded in agreement and started to get my head together. My fight with Emmy was still fresh, but I needed to focus. With some effort, I was able to push her out of my mind and prepare myself for battle with Vivian. “I hope you are in a better state of mind today, Mr. Kessler,” Judge Marsen said a half hour later. “I am. I apologize for my behavior, your Honor,” I said sincerely, and then added. “Bad hair day.” A few snickers arose from the few people seated behind me, but the judge was not amused and neither was her bailiff. I made it through the day without having

Never measure the height of a mountain, until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it was." Dag Hammarskj’ld

She thought it was some kind of compensation from Kyle,

And even if we were able to avoid the complications that came with a sexed-up rock star, his schedule was insane enough to leave no time for friendships with the nerdy little girl from Philly that didn’t put out.

It was by far the most powerful experience of my life and even though I was able to think it, I didn’t think the words could properly verbalize it. So, instead of answering him with my words, I smiled happily and pulled his face to mine for a long, appreciative kiss.

Consciousness is a much smaller part of our mental l i fe than we are conscious o f, because we cannot be conscious of what we are not conscious of. H ow simple that is to say; how difficult to appreciate! It is like asking a flashlight in a dark room to search around for something that does not have any l ight shining upon it. T he flashlight, since there is l i g ht in whate v er direction it turns, wo u ld have to conclude that there is l ight e v e r ywhe r e. A nd so consciousness can seem to pervade all mentality when actually it does not.

I felt the cold splash of guilt and fear wash over me from the lie that I had cast into our lives in that moment, separating us, unaware of the wave of consequences that would inevitably carry me away from him - leaving, in its wake, a ripple.

Sometimes I think you're not being the best you can be,” she started, turning her attention back to me. “Sometimes it seems like you want to blend in with everyone else and be ordinary, but you're not ordinary. You stand out in a crowd, you always have. It's not that you don't fit, honey. You're just too dumb sometimes to see that you're the center piece, and the rest of us are trying to fit around you.

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The stunning beauty of the waning day was a stark contrast to the horrors we'd just witnessed, as if nature itself wanted to wipe away the memory of those monstrosities.

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You would fight for me?” “To the death.” Emmy Grayne & Luke Kessler Accidentally on Purpose

Donya,” he started as his thumbs caressed my knuckles. “Some men are born to do great, extraordinary things. I am one of those men, because I was born to love you, and aside from the love we have for our children, there is nothing else in the universe that is greater or more extraordinary than loving you. You are the only person who can complete me.

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[O]ld enough to be wise yet young enough to be willing to partake in an arduous crusade.

She took his hand, and he arranged her in waltz position. “Close your eyes.” Why not? She closed her eyes, the better to enjoy his fragrance, the better to enjoy the fiction that they might, even in this parlor, indulge in a few steps of the dance. The door was open, in any case. Let the footmen think what they would. “You will let me lead you in an exploration of the letter e.” He gathered her closer and moved off with her, slowly but confidently. Three steps up, a little shift, andthree steps back. Another shift, and the same pattern, again and again. “You’re making a chain stitch with me.” “You have maligned a perfectly agreeable letter, Miss Danforth. A simple loop exists not to confound you, but to pleasure your hand in its making.” Or her entire body. He danced wonderfully, and to be held like this—Milly’s opinion of the letter e underwent a drastic revision. “I think you have it, madam, but now we will venture on to the letter l.” She liked the letter l even better, because it was six steps up, and six steps back, a more ambitious undertaking in the small parlor. “There are two l’s in Millicent,” she said. And for no reason, no reason at all, this inspired her to lay her cheek against his chest. They e’d and l’d and o’d (as in Danforth) a while longer before St. Clair came to a gliding halt.

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In her less subtle days, she'd contemplated killing him. On her least subtle day, she did.

The sun, however, was shining, and as he stepped into the light Rial felt his spirits revived by its rays. He

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.  This is to have succeeded. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

You can do anything you stick your mind to. Einstein was dyslexic, Bill Gates has asperger's syndrome, Orlando Bloom also has dyslexia, and Daniel Radcliffe has dyspraxia and (LD), but they all went on to become very successful individuals in this world. I myself have an intellectual disability, but I refuse to let that garbage set me back. You just gotta stay positive, let the critics and sarcasm roll off your back and just keep grinding nowhere but forward. You don't have to be smart to crush your dreams, you just have to have the heart and determination.

Autism is a neurobiological disorder. The structures of the brains of people with autism are atypical. Research is pointing to differences in overall brain size and the numbers of certain cells; to abnormalities in the cerebellum that affect motor, sensory, language, cognitive and attention functions; and to altered genes that interfere with brain development. A new “underconnectivity theory” suggests that autism interferes with efficient integration, timing, and synchronization of brain activation patterns. Autism, or the umbrella term, Autistic Spectrum Disorders (ASD), is not one thing but many. Like SPD and LD, the term autism encompasses a wide array of symptoms. In broad terms, autism is a Pervasive Developmental Disorder (PDD) that affects verbal and nonverbal communication, social interaction, imagination, and problem-solving.

As he stood, a single red petal fell from his black velvet cloak. “I’m glad you came out of your room. I hope to see you at supper.” Luca unfastened the cloak from around his neck and handed it to her. “Here. It’s getting dark. You might get cold.” Cass accepted the cloak and draped it across her front like a blanket. A square of white cotton fell out of the pocket and she reached down and picked it up. Luca’s handkerchief. Her fingers stroked the embroidered initials--LdP. She thought back to her conversation with Madalena about dropping handkerchiefs. It seemed like the exchange had happened in another lifetime. She tucked the square of fabric back into the pocket of his cloak. Luca smiled. “Thanks,” he said. “I manage to lose more of those than you can imagine.” He turned back toward the house. The air turned cool as the stars came out, but Luca’s cloak kept Cass surprisingly warm. A blurry face appeared at one of the windows. Cass recognized Agnese’s favorite white cap. Cass gave her aunt a hesitant wave and the face vanished. Cass wondered if everyone had been worrying about her. She remembered the cautious way Luca had approached her, as if she were a wild horse that might spook and run off.

L.D: los políticos intentan mantener a la academia en una posición de incertidumbre y precariedad transformándola, o <>, en una rama del mundo empresarial. Por lo general, la idea de la necesidad de racionalizar, cambiar, reformular, restaurar y renovar el mundo académico es un simulacro. Oculta el hecho de que precisamente es la clase política y la mala gestión, también política, lo que hay que cambiar y reconducir con urgencia. Sin embargo, habla el poder: si no te cambio, tú me cambiarás a mí.

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One White Light was and is protecting, sharing and crossing My White Light.

She didn't have to let the difficult situations take away her joy. God cou8ld help her walk through the hardships so she could find new strength and joy on the other side

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When you know me inside out, you see my happy, funny, silent, little smile of a young child.

The first sound of the morning.

Accarezzò le ruvide cortecce e poi fece scorrere le dita fra i rami più bassi con i movimenti rapidi e aggraziati di un conduttore d’orchestra. Una leggera brezza si sollevò dal nulla, raggrinzando la superfice dell’acqua e scuotendo le foglie, dalle mani di Dedrick si sprigionò una consistente onda di energia invisibile e gradualmente la clorofilla presente nel fogliame cominciò a degenerare. Le nervature verde vivo delle foglie iniziarono a scolorire e i loro bordi dentellati virarono verso tonalità più calde.

Rain Check I'm a shitty typist and speller, I hunt and peck, I wrote, "i LeFt mY sWeEtToOtH iN yOuR nEcK oF tHe WoOdS, cOuLd YoU pLeAsE bRiNgIt BeCk." Surprisingly, you did, and left. "rAiN cHeCk.

You are my rainbow.

If it should happen..that we never meet again, l'd rather that we'd never met. that way neither of us would have to hate each other.

I'd rather be back at the mental hospital.

Ha! little honour to be much believed, And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming! I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't: Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud What man thou art. ANGELO Who will believe thee, Isabel? My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life, My vouch against you, and my place i' the state, Will so your accusation overweigh, That you shall stifle in your own report And smell of calumny. I have begun, And now I give my sensual race the rein: Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes, That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother By yielding up thy body to my will; Or else he must not only die the death, But thy unkindness shall his death draw out To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow, Or, by the affection that now guides me most, I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you, Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. Exit ISABELLA To whom should I complain? Did I tell this, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Either of condemnation or approof; Bidding the law make court'sy to their will: Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother: Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour. That, had he twenty heads to tender down On twenty bloody blocks, he'ld yield them up, Before his sister should her body stoop To such abhorr'd pollution. Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die: More than our brother is our chastity. I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. Exit From Measure for Measure, Act II, Scene IV