Lima Quotes

Sama juga kalau untuk contoh lelaki. Kalau baca Al - Quran hari-hari, tapi main bola nampak kepala lutut,tak cukup balik lagi.Atau kalau solat lima waktu sehari semalam tapi pegang tangan anak dara orang bukan mahram sesuka hati, tu belum cukup baik lagi.

Saya tak tahu, berapa waktu yang tersisa untuk saya. Satu jam, satu hari, satu tahun, sepuluh, lima puluh tahun lagi? Bisakah waktu yang semakin sedikit itu saya manfaatkan untuk memberi arti keberadaan saya sebagai hamba Allah di muka bumi ini? Bisakah cinta, kebajikan, maaf dan syukur selalu tumbuh dari dalam diri, saat saya menghirup udara dari Yang Maha?

India Lima Yankee

دیگر به راستی می دانستم درد یعنی چه. درد به معنای کتک خوردن تا حد بیهوشی نبود. بریدن پا بر اثر یک تکه شیشه و بخیه زدن در داروخانه نبود. درد یعنی چیزی که دل آدم را در هم می شکند و انسان ناگزیر است با آن بمیرد بدون آنکه بتواند رازش را برای کسی تعریف کند.، دردی که انسان را بدون قدرت دست و سر باقی می گذارد و انسان حتی یارای آن را ندارد که سرش را روی بالشت حرکت دهد.

Another female household-hinter gave me a recipe for a big hearty main dish of elbow macaroni, mint jelly, lima beans, mayonnaise and cheese baked until 'hot and yummy.' Unless my taste buds are paralyzed, this dish could be baked until hell freezes over and it might get hot but never 'yummy.

Dulu kami tidak takut bermimpi, walau sejujurnya juga tidak tahu bagaimana merealisasikannya. Tapi lihatlah hari ini. Setelah kami mengerahkan segala ikhtiar dan menggenapkan dengan doa, Tuhan mengirim benua impian ke pelukan masing-masing. Kun fayakun, maka semula awan impian, kini hidup yang nyata. Kami berenam telah berada di lima negara yang berbeda. Di lima menara impian kami. Jangan pernah remehkan impian, walau setinggi apapun. Tuhan sungguh Maha Mendengar

Sama juga kalau untuk contoh lelaki. Kalau baca Al-Qur'an hari-hari, tapi main bola nampak kepala lutut, tak cukup baik lagi. Atau kalau solat lima waktu sehari semalam tapi pegang tangan anak dara orang bukan mahram sesuka hati, tu belum cukup baik lagi.

Ya memang cinta, tapi gue mau cinta dalam bentuk lainnya. Suatu bentuk cinta yang selama ini ada di kamus gue, tapi dengan definisi yang salah. Gue pikir gue cinta sama seorang laki-laki selama lima belas tahun tapi sekarang gue sadar gue nggak cinta sama dia. Separo hidup gue sudah habis hanya untuk menunggu cinta orang itu. Gue sudah salah perhitungan.

Her checkbook catches his eye. He takes it and hides it in the back of the freezer, underneath a bag of frozen lima beans. If she can freeze his account, he can freeze hers.

If I could live again my life, In the next – I’ll try, - to make more mistakes, I won’t try to be so perfect, I’ll be more relaxed, I’ll be more full – than I am now, In fact, I’ll take fewer things seriously, I’ll be less hygienic, I’ll take more risks, I’ll take more trips, I’ll watch more sunsets, I’ll climb more mountains, I’ll swim more rivers, I’ll go to more places – I’ve never been, I’ll eat more ice creams and less lima beans, I’ll have more real problems – and less imaginary ones, I was one of those people who live prudent and prolific lives - each minute of his life, Of course that I had moments of joy – but, if I could go back I’ll try to have only good moments, If you don’t know – that’s what life is made of, Don’t lose the now! I was one of those who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, without a hot-water bottle, and without an umbrella and without a parachute, If I could live again – I will travel light, If I could live again – I’ll try to work bare feet at the beginning of spring till the end of autumn, I’ll ride more carts, I’ll watch more sunrises and play with more children, If I have the life to live – but now I am 85, - and I know that I am dying …

Calvin: Somewhere in Communist Russia I'll bet there's a little boy who has never known anything but censorship and oppression. But maybe he's heard of America, and he dreams of living in this land of freedom and opportunity! Someday, I'd like to meet that little boy...and tell him the awful TRUTH ABOUT THIS PLACE!! Calvin's Dad: Calvin, be quiet and eat the stupid lima beans.

Kawan, di kampung kami kebenaran harganya hanya seribu lima ratus perak. Warnanya hitam, bergenang di dalam gelas, saban pagi.

There are books for when you’re bored. Plenty of them. There are books for when you’re calm. The best kind, in my opinion. There are also books for when you’re sad. And there are books for when you’re happy. There are books for when you’re thirsty for knowledge. And there are books for when you’re desperate. The latter are the kind of books Ulises Lima and Belano wanted to write.

Berhenti ngelihatin saya seperti itu kalau kamu nggak mau mendapati diri kamu telanjang di atas tempat tidur saya dalam waktu lima detik.

But a myth, to speak plainly, to me is like a menu in a fancy French restaurant: glamorous, complicated camouflage for a fact you wouldn't otherwise swallow, like maybe lima beans.

Apabila Alang bertanya bagaimana untuk mengubat hati tadi, secara berbisik Aqmar menjawab... ubat hati ada lima caranya. Bunyinya macam senang aja, baca Al-Qur'an dengan memahami maknanya sekali. Selain itu mendirikan solat malam dan berkawan dengan orang soleh. Yang keempat dan kelima ialah puasa dan zikir yang berpanjangan.

Who built Thebes of the seven gates? In the books you will find the name of kings. Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock? And Babylon, many times demolished. Who raised it up so many times? In what houses Of gold-glittering Lima did the builders live? Where, the evening that the Wall of China was finished Did the masons go? Great Rome Is full of triumphal arches. Who erected them? Over whom Did the Caesars triumph? Had Byzantium, much praised in song, Only palaces for its inhabitants? Even in fabled Atlantis The night the ocean engulfed it The drowning still bawled for their slaves.

Lalu bapakmu akan berkata, bintang tak pernah secantik tampakannya, tak sedekat yang kita duga. Ia cuma penghias panas malam para pemimpi. Tapi aku mau terbang. Aku mau menyentuh bintang. Jika ujung jariku melepuh, akan kubelah lima. Dan pulang dengan sepasang tangan berjari lima puluh.

Cintanya, terbisikkan lewat nasi goreng terasi. Lewat tatapan mata yang syahdu. Lewat daster batik usangnya. Ah, begitu perkasa. Lima buah hati di tangan satu perempuan yang penuh cinta dan ketulusan.

Skye.” “Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo

.... Makanya semoga ada rejeki ya. Jadi kita bisa makan empat sehat lima sempurna tiap hari," tutur Ibuk.

For God's sake, Josie-true love trumps lima beans.

As nearly as possible in the spirit of Matthew Salinger, age one, urging a luncheon companion to accept a cool lima bean, I urge my editor, mentor and (heaven help him) closest friend, William Shawn, genius domus of The New Yorker, lover of the long shot, protector of the unprolific, defender of the hopelessly flamboyant, most unreasonably modest of born great artist-editors to accept this pretty skimpy-looking book.

Everything, even sweeping, scraping vegetables, weeding a garden and waiting on the sick could be a prayer, if it were offered to God.

How do you do that?” I asked. “What do witches eat?” “Witches loves pork meat,” she said. “They loves rice and potatoes. They loves black-eyed peas and cornbread. Lima beans, too, and collard greens and cabbage, all cooked in pork fat. Witches is old folks, most of them. They don’t care none for low-cal. You pile that food on a paper plate, stick a plastic fork in it, and set it down by the side of a tree. And that feeds the witches.” The

Apart from the cross there is no other ladder by which we may get to heaven.

Self-confidence is the belief in your abilities as a person. Self-worth is the belief in your value as a person.

Supaya bibir kita jangan terpeleset, Lima hal mesti kita perhatikan baik-baik: Kepada siapa kita berbicara, siapa yang kita bicarakan, bagaimana, kapan dan di mana kita berbicara.

En Lima to be or not to be significan la misma cosa

يجب أن تعلم أن قلب الإنسان يجب أن يكون كبيرًا جدًا لاحتواء كل من نحب.

Three Meatloaf Haikus Oh yucky meatloaf sitting under the hot lights so gray and gristly. Nothing tastes worse than you, not cauliflower or even lima beans. And what is that weird thing sticking out--a whisker? hair? a rubber band?

I wont cry for you, my mascara's too expensive...

Sebagai republik yang merdeka, Indonesia berusia lima puluh tahun, tetapi kedengaran lebih mirip sebuah kekaisaran tak terkendali daripada sebuah negara bangsa modern.

Lima beans, watermelons, potatoes, eggplants, and cabbages are among the many other familiar crops whose wild ancestors were bitter or poisonous, and

Aku tidak memilih waktu tertentu untuk membaca. Setiap aku punya waktu luang, aku membaca. Kapan saja, di mana saja. Pulang ke rumah, sebelum tidur, aku membaca. Bangun pagi, aku membaca dulu. Pokoknya, ketika tidak melakukan apa-apa, aku membaca buku. Atau, ketika aku sedang tidak ingin bermalas-malasan, aku membaca. Aku kadang-kadang memang hanya ingin bermalas-malasan. Di luar itu, setiap punya kesempatan, aku membaca. Lima atau enam halaman. Justru aku biasanya tidak membaca buku ketika sedang dengan sengaja ingin jalan-jalan. Aku ingin jalan-jalan saja. Karena, aku merasa buku justru jadi gangguan. Membaca membuatku tidak bisa melihat apa-apa yang lain.

Kehidupan hanyalah ilusi yang harus kau lepaskan. Ketika makin tua, kau menyadari perubahan posisimu sehubungan dengan kematian. Di masa muda topik kematian adalah filosofis, di usia tiga puluhan topik itu tidak bisa diterima, dan di usia empat puluhan topik itu tidak terhindarkan. Di usia lima puluhan, kau menghadapinya dengan cara-cara yang lebih rasional : mengatur surat wasiat, menghitung aset dan harta warisan, menjelaskan donasi organ tubuhmu, merinci kata-kata yang tepat untuk surat wasiat. Kini di usia enam puluhan, kau kembali jadi filosofis.

So we speak of a Black God, Mother God, Worker God. This de-mystifies what's been passed on to us! In our process of organization and liberation of our people, it's important to meet a God who is more like us. (Silvia Regina de Lima Silva, p. 105)

E ela pensava como esta nossa vida é variada e diversa, como ela é mais rica de aspectos tristes que de alegres, e como na variedade da vida a tristeza pode mais variar que a alegria e como que dá o próprio movimento da vida.

Dear Abby, My boyfriend won't suck my blood. I've offered, I've cajoled. I've even begged, even though begging is totally humiliating and degrading because I'm so afraid that if he doesn't, he's going to die. Oh, and did I mention he's a vampire? No, really, the undead kind. Signed, Confused in Texas. Dear Confused: What the Fuck!?

—Y hay más. Tan pronto no van a cortar tu planta de naranja-lima. Cuando la corten estarás lejos y no sentirás nada. Sollozando me abracé a sus rodillas. —Ya no me interesa, papá. No me interesa… Y mirando su rostro, que también se encontraba lleno de lágrimas, murmuré como un muerto: —Ya la cortaron, papá, hace más de una semana que cortaron mi planta de naranja-lima. Los años pasaron, mi querido Manuel Valadares. Hoy tengo cuarenta y ocho años y, a veces, en mi nostalgia, siento la impresión de que continúo siendo una criatura. Que en cualquier momento vas a aparecer trayéndome fotos de artistas de cine o más bolitas. Tú fuiste quien me enseñó la ternura de la vida, mi Portuga querido. Hoy soy yo el que tiene que distribuir las bolitas y las figuritas, porque la vida sin ternura no vale gran cosa. A veces soy feliz en mi ternura, a veces me engaño, lo que es más común. En aquel tiempo… En el tiempo de nuestro tiempo no sabía que muchos años antes un Príncipe Idiota, arrodillado frente a un altar, preguntaba a los iconos, con los ojos llenos de lágrimas: “¿POR QUÉ LES CUENTAN LAS COSAS A LAS CRIATURITAS?” Y la verdad es, mi querido Portuga, que a mí me contaron las cosas demasiado pronto. ¡Adiós!

In his paradise in Lima he had spent a joyous night with a young girl who was covered with fine, straight down over every millimeter of her Bedouin skin. At dawn, while he was shaving, he looked at her lying naked in the bed, adrift in the peaceful sleep of a satisfied woman, and he could not resist the temptation of possessing her forever with a sacramental act. He covered her from head to foot with shaving lather, and with a pleasure like that of love he shaved her clean with his razor, sometimes using his right hand and sometimes his left as he shaved every part of her body, even the eyebrows that grew together, and left her doubly naked inside her magnificent newborn's body. She asked, her soul in shreds, if he really loved her, and he answered with the same ritual phrase he had strewn without pity in so many hearts throughout his life: "More than anyone else in this world.

Kapag punuan ang jeep at nagkataon na sinungaling ang driver sa pagsasabing "Lima pa, maluwag na maluwag pa yan", merong bagong sakay na pasahero ang bigla nalang tutuwad sa harap mo, sa pag-aakalang uusog ka, upang siya'y makaupo. Napaka awkward ng feeling, habang pinagmamasdan mo siya sa ganun posisyon pero wala ka namang magawa dahil puno na nga ang upuan. Doon mo nalaman kung anong feeling ng isang arinola.

Zeleno, volim te, zeleno. Zelen vetar, zelene grane. Brod na moru i konj u planini. Opasana senkom ona sanja na verandi, zelene puti, kose zelene, sa očima od hladnog srebra. Zeleno, volim te, zeleno! Pod lunom Cigankom stvari pilje u nju a ona ih ne vidi. Zeleno, volim te, zeleno! Velike zvezde od inja dolaze sa ribom senke što otvara put zori. Smokva trlja vetar korom svojih grana, a breg, mačak lupež, ježi svoje ljute agave. Ali ko će doći? I odakle? Ona čeka na balkonu, zelene puti, kose zelene, sanjajuci gorko more. -Kume, daću ti konja za kuću, sedlo za njeno ogledalo, nož za njen ogrtač. Kume, dolazim krvareći iz Kabrinih klanaca. -Kad bih mogao, mladiću, lako bi se nagodili. Ali ja više nisam ja niti je moj dom više moj. Kume, hoću da umrem pristojno u svojoj postelji od čelika i, ako je moguce, sa holandskim čaršavima... Zar ne vidiš moju ranu od grudi do grla? -Trista crnih ruža pokrivaju tvoj beli grudnjak. Krv ti vri i miriše oko pojasa. Ali ja više nisam ja niti je moj dom više moj. -Pusti me bar na visoke verande, pusti me da se popnem! Pusti me na zelene verande. Verandice mesečeve, gde kaplje voda. Već se penju dva kuma na visoke verande. Ostavljajući trag krvi. Ostavljajući trag suza. Drhtali su krovovi, fenjerčići od lima. Hiljadu staklenih defova ranjavalo je zoru. Zeleno, volim te, zeleno! Zelen vetar, zelene grane. Dva kuma su se popela. Širok vetar ostavljao je u ustima čudan ukus žuči, mentola i bosiljka. -Kume, gde je, reci mi, gde je tvoje gorko devojče? -Koliko puta te je čekala sveža lica, crne kose, na toj zelenoj verandi. Nad ogledalom bunara Ciganka se njiha. Zelene puti, kose zelene, sa očima od hladnog srebra. Mesečev stalaktit od leda drži je nad vodom. Noć je postala intimna kao mali trg. Pijani su žandari lupali na vrata. Zeleno, volim te, zeleno! Zelene vetar, zelene grane. Brod na moru i konj u planini. - ROMANSA MESECARKA

Let go, and let God.

Do not fear what you cannot lift, fear that which can lift you.

Heidegger sostiene que el hombre es un ser para la muerte; todo poeta, sin embargo, crea la resurrección, entona ante la muerte un hurra victorioso. Y si alguno piensa que exagero, quedará preso de los desastres, del demonio y de los círculos infernales.

Like the Baron, Mathilde developed a formula for acting out life as a series of roles—that is, by saying to herself in the morning while brushing her blond hair, "Today I want to become this or that person," and then proceeding to be that person. One day she decided she would like to be an elegant representative of a well-known Parisian modiste and go to Peru. All she had to do was to act the role. So she dressed with care, presented herself with extraordinary assurance at the house of the modiste, was engaged to be her representative and given a boat ticket to Lima. Aboard ship, she behaved like a French missionary of elegance. Her innate talent for recognizing good wines, good perfumes, good dressmaking, marked her as a lady of refinement.

It was a sad moment in Magnus Bane’s life when he was banned from Peru by the High Council of Peruvian warlocks. It was not just because the posters with a picture of him that were passed around Downworld in Peru were so wildly unflattering. It was because Peru was one of his favorite places. He had had many adventures there, and had many wonderful memories, starting with the time in 1791 when he had invited Ragnor Fell to join him for a festive sightseeing escape in Lima. 1791

باید یک چیز را به من قول بدهی. تو قلب عجیبی داری زه زه ـ به شما قول می دهم، اما نمی خواهم گولتان بزنم. من قلب عجیبی ندارم. شما این را می گویید چون من را در خانه نمی شناسید ـ این مهم نیست. برای من تو قلب عجیبی داری. بعد از این نمی خواهم که برایم گل بیاوری، مگر اینکه به تو گلی بدهند. قول می دهی؟ ـ قول می دهم. اما لیوان؟ همیشه خالی می ماند؟ ـ این لیوان دیگر ابداً خالی نمی ماند. وقتی به آن نگاه می کنم قشنگ ترین گلهای دنیا را در آن می بینم و آن وقت فکر می کنم این گل را بهترین شاگردم به من هدیه داده است. قبول؟ دیگر می خندید. دستم را رها کرد و با مهربانی گفت: حالا می توانی بروی، قلب طلایی کوچولو

Em nome da religião têm-se praticado muitos crimes; em nome da arte têm-se justificado muitas sem-vergonhices; mas, atualmente, é a ciência que justifica crimes e também assaltos aos minguados orçamentos do país.

In the long history of male and female relations all the way back to the Garden, I can't think of one in which a woman's anger ever won over a man.

Cherokee Saying - Love only has one eye - not two.

Procuremos inventar pasiones nuevas o reproducir las viejas con pareja intensidad.

Perjuangan hidup tak akan pernah mudah dengan lima anak ini tetapi Ibuk dan Bapak bertekad untuk berlayar dengan gagah. Buat anak-anaknya.

Bring wine,” she hissed into the phone. “And Matthew’s pizza. Those lima beans with feta cheese from Mezze. Sopa-pillas from Golden West. Hurry!

I knew immediately that it was different from other photographs. The night sky in the background was pure and black, so dark it made you dizzy if you stared at it too long. The rain drifted through the frame like a gentle mist, but right in the middle was a hollow area in the shape of a lima been.

inilah gua segiempatku: tingkap yang sentiasa menadah udara, langsir yang menapis cahaya, meja yang dikepung buku dan dinding yang menampung empat lima keping harapan masa tuaku. inilah dunia resahku aku hidup di cahaya separuh terang mengetam dan melicinkan puisiku pada kertas yang berselerak. (Gua)

Hay una literatura para cuando estás aburrido. Abunda. Hay una literatura para cuando estás calmado. Esta es la mejor literatura, creo yo. También hay una literatura para cuando estás triste. Y hay una literatura para cuando estás alegre. Hay una literatura para cuando estás ávido de conocimiento. Y hay una literatura para cuando estás desesperado. Esta ultima es la que quisieron hacer Ulises Lima y Belano.

Sólo lo difícil es estimulante; sólo la resistencia que nos reta, es capaz de enarcar, suscitar y mantener nuestra potencia de conocimiento

I'm writing haiku. Not for English class but just because. It turns out swearing off poetry doesn't work the way swearing off lima beans does. I swore off lima beans in third grade and it worked. I swore off poetry less than a week ago and here I am.

Menjadi karyawan memang hidup aman. Makan dari gaji, bekerja mengikuti perintah atasan, dan sekali-kali , diledekin sama orang semacam ini. Tapi gue juga berpikir kalau gue bekerja lima kali lebih keras, gaji yang gue dapat nggak lima kali lebih banyak

Daha anlatsana," dedim. "Hoşuna mı gitti?" "Hem de çok. Seninle sekiz yüz elli iki bin kilometre boyunca hiç durmadan laflamak isterdim." "Benzinimiz yeter mi ki?" "Yalancıktan doldurursak yeter.

Ángel de la jiribilla, ruega por nosotros. Y sonríe. Obliga a que suceda. Enseña una de tus alas, lee: Realízate, cúmplete, sé anterior a la muerte. Repite: Lo imposible al actuar sobre lo posible, engendra un posible en la infinidad. Ya la imagen ha creado una causalidad, es el alba de la era poética entre nosotros. Ahora ya sabemos que la única certeza se engendra en lo que nos rebasa.

Somehow Geryon made it to adolescence. Then he met Herakles and the kingdoms of his life all shifted down a few notches. ... Geryon was going into the Bus Depot one Friday night about three a.m. to get change to call home. Herakles stepped oof the bus from New Mexico and Geryon came fast around the corner of the platform and there it was one of those moments that is the opposite of blindness. The world poured back and forth between their eyes once or twice.

In the real world, people fall out of love little by little, not all at once. They stop looking at each other. They stop talking. They stop serving lima beans. After Walter Cronkite is finished, one of them goes for a ride in a Ford Mustang, and the other goes upstairs to the bedroom. And there is a lot of quiet in the house. And late at night, the sounds of sadness creep underneath the bedroom doors and along the dark halls.

In the morning they rose in a house pungent with breakfast cookery, and they sat at a smoking table loaded with brains and eggs, ham, hot biscuit, fried apples seething in their gummed syrups, honey, golden butter, fried steak, scalding coffee.  Or there were stacked batter-cakes, rum-colored molasses, fragrant brown sausages, a bowl of wet cherries, plums, fat juicy bacon, jam.  At the mid-day meal, they ate heavily: a huge hot roast of beef, fat buttered lima- beans, tender corn smoking on the cob, thick red slabs of sliced tomatoes, rough savory spinach, hot yellow corn-bread, flaky biscuits, a deep-dish peach and apple cobbler spiced with cinnamon, tender cabbage, deep glass dishes piled with preserved fruits-- cherries, pears, peaches.  At night they might eat fried steak, hot squares of grits fried in egg and butter, pork-chops, fish, young fried chicken.

It takes courage to be the real you, and it’s also the only path you’ll ever find to true freedom. It takes risk to be the real you, and it’s also the only possibility of experiencing true purpose. It takes vulnerability to be the real you, and it’s also the only place you’ll experience true love. Showing up in this world as ALL of who you are tastes like freedom.

Berkali-kali tendangan dan rasa sakit itu datang. Aku memencet telpon di tanganku dan memanggil Petugas Kesehatan. Lima menit kemudian datang sebuah ambulans di atas atap apartemen dan menurunkan sepasang petugas. Tandu yang mereka siapkan sudah akan membawaku pergi tapi kemudian sebuah suara membius kami; membikin kami terdiam beberapa saat dan tak jadi melakukan apapun. Suara yang berasal dari perutku. “Taik, ah! Kami tak ingin keluar,” kata bayi itu. “Bener, taik! Bila kami keluar sekarang, kami akan menyesal karena dunia telah bertambah jelek sejak jaman Masehi musnah,” ujar suara satunya lagi.

Whom were these two seeking to please? Not the audiences of Lima. They had long since been satisfied. We come from a world where we have known incredible standards of [82] excellence, and we dimly remember beauties which we have not seized again; and we go back to that world. Uncle Pio and Camila Perichole were tormenting themselves in an effort to establish in Peru the standards of the theatres in some Heaven whither Calderon had preceded them. The public for which masterpieces are intended is not on this earth.

A man who lives a part, not to others but alone, is exposed to obvious psychological dangers. In itself the practice of deception is not particularly exacting. It is a matter of experience, a professional expertise. It is a facility most of us can acquire. But while a confidence trickster, a play actor or a gambler can return from his performance to the ranks of his admirers, the secret agent enjoys no such relief. For him, deception is first a matter of self defense. He must protect himself not only from without, but from within, and against the most natural of impulses. Though he earn a fortune, his role may forbid him the purchase of a razor. Though he be erudite, it can befall him to mumble nothing but banalities. Though he be an affectionate husband and father, he must within all circumstances without himself from those with whom he should naturally confide. Aware of the overwhelming temptations which assail a man permanently isolated in his deceit, Limas resorted to the course which armed him best. Even when he was alone, he compelled himself to live with the personality he had assumed. It is said that Balzac on his deathbed inquired anxiously after the health and prosperity of characters he had created. Similarly, Limas, without relinquishing the power of invention, identified himself with what he had invented. The qualities he had exhibited to Fiedler: the restless uncertainty, the protective arrogance concealing shame were not approximations, but extensions of qualities he actually possessed. Hence, also, the slight dragging of the feet, the aspect of personal neglect, the indifference to food, and an increasing reliance on alcohol and tobacco. When alone, he remained faithful to these habits. He would even exaggerate them a little, mumbling to himself about the iniquities of his service. Only very rarely, as now, going to bed that evening, did he allow himself the dangerous luxury of admitting the great lie that he lived.

Agora você sozinho. Nada de medo que você está ficando um homenzinho. Meu

Al fin y al cabo, no hace falta ser un Gryffindor y blandir una espada para ser un héroe. A veces solo es necesario poner pasión donde hace falta.

Que o julgassem doido - vá! Mas que desconfiassem da sinceridade das suas afirmações, não!

The world will ask you who you are, and if you don’t know, the world will tell you. — CARL JUNG

سأقتله داخل قلبي، بالتوقّف عن حبّه. وذات يوم سيموت.

With no small interest, Captain Delano continued to watch her---a proceeding not much facilitated by the vapors partly mantling the hull, through which the far matin light from her cabin streamed equivocally enough; much like the sun---by this time hemisphered on the rim of the horizon, and, apparently, in company with the strange ship entering the harbor---which, wimpled by the same low, creeping clouds, showed not unlike a Lima intriquante's one sinister eye peering across the Plaza from the Indian loop-hole of her dusk saya-y-manta.

Los detectives eran como el vino, pensó Cayetano, como el vino, el ron, el tequila o la cerveza, hijos de la tierra y su clima, y quien lo olvidaba terminaba cosechando fracasos. ¿Podía alguien imaginarse a Philip Marlowe frente a la catedral de La Habana? Lo achicharraría el sol de las dos de la tarde, y lo despojarían hasta del sombrero y el impermeable sin que ni siquiera lo notara. ¿O a Miss Marple caminando con su paso lento y distinguido, de dama ya mayor, por el centro de Lima? Se intoxicaría con el primer cebiche que probara, los siniestros taxistas limeños la desviarían del aeropuerto a una casucha, donde la estarían esperando un par de facinerosos. No encontrarían ni su placa de bien montados dientes falsos. ¿Y qué decir del amanerado Hercules Poirot cruzando el mercado Cardonal de Valparaíso con el traserito erguido y las manos enguantadas de blanco? Le hurtarían el bastón de caña, el reloj de bolsillo con cadena de oro y hasta el sombrero de hongo. La gente se burlaría de ellos en sus propias narices, los perros vagos los corretearían a dentelladas y los niños de la calle los apedrearían con crueldad.

....Kalau di antara lima puluh orang cuma tiga orang yang ingin jadi guru, siapakah yang akan mengajar anak-anakmu nanti?.... ....Kalau engkau tidak yakin betul, lepaskan cita-citamu untuk jadi guru itu.... ....seorang guru adalah kurban -- kurban untuk selama-lamanya. Dan kewajibannya terlampau berat -- membuka sumber kebajikan yang tersembunyi dalam tubuh anak-anak bangsa.

You don’t become what you want. You can have the greatest heart desire, and really work so hard, so hard, so hard. But if you don’t believe you are worthy, it will not come. That is the magic formula.

Aku gak pernah terlalu peduli apalagi percaya dengan lima huruf kalau di satukan akan berbunyi C I N T A. Buat aku hidup ini cukup dijalani, dinikmati aja apa adanya. Aku bukan orang yang hidup dari mimpi

You shaved your chest?" He looks down at the sheer black stripes. "Actually, there wasn't a mirror in my room. Gossamer did it after my bath, when she shaved my face. She said elves are hairless everywhere but their heads." Everywhere? I pictured him naked—Gossamer touching his abs, among other places. "That sprite saw you in the nude?" He clears his throat. "More than just her. I think there were about thirty of them climbing on me at one point." A surge of jealousy scalds me. My fists clench. "Thirty sprites touched your naked body?" "Chill about the sprites, all right? Flying lima beans aren't my thing.

Z.B. Buzmramja u dridhte ndër afshet e mbramë të diellit përndimuer me kuqlim e tisa purpuer, me kaltrina të kullueta në qiellë e në sy tand. ku në fund u pasqyronte një dashni e lume si vegimet e fatbardhsis në lima, mbi të cilin tërthuer fluturon një pëllumb dhe gëzime të pamatna gugon pa pra. Zojushë, q' at buzmramje unë andrroj me andje dhe me një dashni të pastër ata dy sy tuej të kaltër, që m'u falne letë me një shikim diskret.

Itu sama aja kayak iklan-iklan kartu prabayar handphone di tivi. Banyak provider yang nawarin SMS gratislah, telpon gratislah, tapi ujung-ujungnya tetap aja kita harus bayar. Kalo ada yang bener-bener gratis pun layanannya bisa dipastiin ngejengkelin banget. Yang sering trouble-lah, gak ada jaringanlah. Atau, kalo gak, gratisnya pada jam-jam drakula keluyuran gitu: mulai jam satu malam sampe jam lima subuh. Emangnya mau telepon-teleponan sama kuntilanak?

- Cedo, hein, major? - É verdade. E calaram-se ficando um diante do outro num mutismo contrafeito. Ricardo avançou algumas palavras: - O major, hoje, parece que tem uma idéia, um pensamento muito forte. - Tenho, filho, não de hoje, mas de há muito tempo. - É bom pensar, sonhar consola. - Consola, talvez: mas faz-nos também diferentes dos outros, cava abismos entre os homens...

Me quota ang pag-ibig. Sa bawat limang umiibig, isa lang ang magiging maligaya. Ang iba, iibig sa di sila iniibig. O iibig nang di natututo. O iibig na wala. O di iibig kailanman. Ang iba'y iibig sa maling panahon, umibig na noong 1980s, nakipagmartsa sa mga aktibista, pero ang taong nakatakda para sa kanya ay nabuhay noon pang 1930s, isang rebelde laban sa mga amerikano, matagal nang namatay. Kaya she keeps falling in love sa mga lalaking mas matatanda hinahanap sa kanila ang di mahanap na wala, hindi mapagtagpo ang kahapon at ang kasalukyan. May mga pusong pinaglalaruan. Nasa parehong building ng call center but they will never realize that they are on the same floor. Maski parang laging may strange force na humihila sa kanila para tumingin sa kabilang building. Kailanman ay di sila magtatagpo. Tanungin man siya ng boyfriend niya kung ano iyong lagi niyang tinitignan sa kabila ay di niya masasagot. At kailanman ay di niya malalaman dahil eventually ang lalaki ay lilipat sa ibang lugar, at siya, hanggang sa mamatay, di na niya malalaman kung sino nga iyong nasa kabila. Merong pinalad na nagkakilala, nagkaibigan at nagsama. Pero sa di malamang dahilan ay iniwan ng babae ang lalaki. Mabubuhay ang lalaki sa walang hanggang paghahanap. Mari-realize niya na ang pag-ibig ay laging paghahanap. Pero hindi niya kailanman mahahanap ang babae dahil ang totoong hindi niya mahanap ay ang kanyang sarili. Merong away nang away kapag magkasama pero hindi naman kaya ang makahiwalay. Merong nagmamahal lamang kapag nananakit. Meron relihiyon ang humaharang, o katayuan sa buhay, o mga magulang. Merong sila mismo ang gumagawa ng harang. Merong umiibig na habang nagtatagal ay lalong nawawalan ng IQ. Merong pag umibig ay napupundi ang 4 out of 5 senses, touch lang ang natitira. Merong ang tingin sa pag-ibig ay tali. Meron di makahakbang dahil sa pag-ibig at merong namang nakakalipad. Merong ang tingin sa pag-ibig ay hapunang walang sawsawan. Merong pag umibig ay nahaharap sa salamin, sarili ang sinasamba. Merong ang tingin sa pag-ibig ay parusa. Ang iba'y iibig sa hayop, dahil noong unang panahon ay mga hayop sila. Ang iba'y iibig sa mga bahay, kinikilig kapag hinahaplos ang barandilya, nalilibugan sa mga kisame, pinagnanasaan ang sahig. Patuloy silang mananakit sa mga babaing umiibig sa kanila dahil hindi nila kailanman malalaman ang puso nila ay gawa sa kahoy. Pero merong isa sa lima, harangan man ng kulog, ng ganid, ng lindol, ng teknolohiya, mahahanap niya ang kanyang mahal. Siya lang ang magiging maligaya.

Ibuk dan Bapak tak pernah menentukan aturan kapan dan berapa lama anak-anak harus belajar. Isa dan adik-adiknya telah membuka hati mereka sendiri. Membuka buku mereka sendiri. Ibuk dan Bapak telah bekerja sepenuh hati untuk memenuhi kebutuhan sekolah mereka. Mungkin, anak-anak ini melihat kesungguhan hati orangtua mereka yang telah berjuang tak kenal lelah untuk lima anaknya. Mungkin, anak-anak ini telah merasakan keringat bapaknya menetes di kulit mereka. Mungkin, cinta Ibuk telah memasuki darah mereka, lewat bubur beras merah dan sinar matanya yang syahdu. Mungkin, anak-anak ini tersentuh oleh hidup Bapak dan Ibuk yang sederhana dan penuh keprihatinan. Isa dan adik-adiknya ingin berjuang seperti mereka. Ingin memberikan cinta yang penuh kepada orangtuanya.

Whom were these two seeking to please? Not the audiences of Lima. They had long since been satisfied. We come from a world where we have known incredible standards of excellence, and we dimly remember beauties which we have not seized again; and we go back to that world. Uncle Pio and Camila Perichole were tormenting themselves in an effort to establish in Peru the standards of the theatres in some Heaven whither Calderon had preceded them. The public for which masterpieces are intended is not on this earth.

As coisas A bengala, as modeas, o chaveiro, A dócil fechadura, as tardias Notas que não lerão os poucos dias Que me restam, os naipes e o tabuleiro, Um livro e em suas páginas a desvanecida Violeta, monumento de uma tarde Sem dúvida inesquecível e já esquecida, O rubo espelho ocidental em que arde Uma ilusória aurora. Quantas coisas, Limas, umbrais, atlas, taças, cravos, Servem-nos, como tácitos escravos, cegas e estranhamente sigilosas! Durarão para além de nosso esquecimento Nunca saberão que partimos em um momento.

At the place where they sleep, the melody sneaks inside, touching flesh, skin, mind and thought, some feelings turning to love and beauty, others to hatred and fear. Dreams turn on a quarter note, a semiquaver, a vibrato unheard by any still living, by any mortal being.

Hidupku selalu berdasarkan dengan apa yang aku butuhkan Bukan apa yang aku impikan Tapi sejak kamu ada di hidup aku, sejak aku mulai tau menikmati tawa seseorang dan tanganku yang kasar ngerasa ada yang beda di saat aku ngapus air mata kamu, aku sadar cinta lebih dari sekedar lima huruf

When we courageously take steps toward unlearning the lies and gaining awareness of the truths, and assessing the impact of living our lives in ways that are inauthentic, disconnected, numb, people-pleasing, and out of alignment with who we truly are, we begin our journey of going from unseen to seen. From invisible to visible. From disconnected to connected. From doubting ourselves to trusting ourselves. From craving love to realizing we already are . . . love.

Algumas sepulturas como se olhavam com afeto e se queriam aproximar; em outras, transparecia repugnância por estarem perto. Havia ali, naquele mudo laboratório de decomposições, solicitações incompreensíveis, repulsões, simpatias e antipatias; havia túmulos arrogantes, vaidosos, orgulhosos, humildes, alegres e tristes; e de muito, ressumava o esforço, um esforço extraordinário, para escapar ao nivelamento da morte, ao apagamento que ela traz às condições e às fortunas.

(…) sabia que de nada valia e que fosse qual fosse o lugar do mundo, as pessoas nunca seriam todas olhadas da mesma forma.

more money than the crooks at Enron and less taste than a drunk after a bottle of tequila

A nossa burguesia republicana é a mais inepta de todas as burguesias. Não tem gosto, não tem arte, não possui o mais elementar sentimento da natureza. Há nela pressa em tudo: no galgar posições, no construir, no amor, no ganhar dinheiro, etc. Vai, nessa carreira, atropelando, vai matando, vai empurrando tudo e todos; e, como não tenha educação, cultura e instrução, quando se apossa do dinheiro, ganho bem ou mal, não sabe refletir como aplicá-lo, num gesto próprio e seu; então, intimida o idiota que procura em comprar o que for caro, porque será decerto o mais belo.

Ahora ya sabía lo que era el dolor. Dolor no de recibir golpes hasta desmayarse. No de cortarse el pie con un pedazo de vidrio y recibir puntos en la farmacia. Dolor era eso que llenaba todo el corazón, con lo que la gente tenía que morirse, sin poder contarle a nadie el secreto. Dolor era lo que me daba esa debilidad en los brazos, en la cabeza, hasta en el deseo de dar vuelta la cabeza en la almohada.

Infelizmente há sempre gente disposta a fazer o mal, mas nós temos que ser superiores a isso. (…) Sabe que há muita gente maldosa e invejosa. Pessoas dispostas a ferir quem está feliz, por ainda não terem encontrado o seu próprio caminho para a felicidade.

Vivendo há trinta anos quase só, sem se chocar com o mundo, adquirira uma sensibilidade muito viva e capaz de sofrer profundamente com a menor coisa. Nunca sofrera críticas, nunca se atirou à publicidade, vivia imerso no seu sonho, incubado e mantido vivo pelo calor dos seus livros. Fora deles, ele não conhecia ninguém; e, com as pessoas com quem falava, trocava pequenas banalidades, ditos de todo dia, coisas com que a sua alma e o seu coração nada tinham que ver. Nem mesmo a afilhada o tirava dessa reserva, embora a estimasse mais que a todos. Esse encerramento em si mesmo deu-lhe não sei que ar de estranho a tudo, às competições, às ambições, pois nada dessas coisas que fazem os ódios e as lutas tinha entrado no seu temperamento. Desinteressado de dinheiro, de glória e posição, vivendo numa reserva de sonho, adquirira a candura e a pureza d'alma que vão habitar esses homens de uma ideia fixa, os grandes estudiosos, os sábios, e os inventores, gente que fica mais terna, mais ingênua, mais inocente que as donzelas das poesias de outra época. É raro encontrar pessoas assim, mas as há e, quando se as encontra, mesmo tocadas de um grão de loucura, a gente sente mais simpatia pela nossa espécie, mais orgulho de ser humano e mais esperança na felicidade da raça.

There was something in Lima that was wrappd up in yards of violet satin from which protruded a great dropsical head and two fat pearly hands; and that was its archbishop. Between the rolls of flesh that surrounded them looked out two black eyes speaking discomfort, kindliness, and wit. A curious and eager soul was imprisoned in all this lard, but by dint of never refusing himself a pheasant or a goose or his daily procession of Roman wines, he was his own bitter jailer. He loved his cathedral; he loved his duties; he was very devout. Some days he regarded his bulk ruefully; but the distress of remorse was less poignant than the distress of fasting, and he was presently found deliberating over the secret messages that a certain roast sends to the certain salad that will follow it. And to punish himself he led an exemplary life in every other respect. He had read all the literature of antiquity and forgotten all about it except a general aroma of charm and disillusion. He had been learned in the Fathers and the Councils and forgotten all about them save a floating impression of dissensions that had no application to Peru. He had read all the libertine masterpieces of Italy and France and reread them annually;

Self-confidence is what you show on the outside. Self-worth is what you feel on the inside. Self-confidence is based on mastery. Self-worth is based on identity. Self-confidence is what you can do. Self-worth is who you are. Self-confidence is believing you’re skilled enough. Self-worth is believing you ARE enough. Self-confidence fluctuates based on your environment. Self-worth is stable through every environment. Self-confidence is fragile. Self-worth is foundational. Self-confidence is the belief in your abilities as a person. Self-worth is the belief in your value as a person. Self-confidence is “I’m striving to earn love.” Self-worth is knowing “I am love.” Self-confidence gives you drive. Self-worth gives you peace. Self-confidence is optional. Self-worth is essential. Self-confidence eventually surrenders. Self-worth ultimately prevails. Self-worth is your foundation. Self-confidence is the house you build on top of it. Your house will only ever be as secure as the foundation it’s built upon.