Linn Quotes

Please, Orma, I’ve already gotten you in so much trouble—” “That I can’t possibly get into more. Take it.” He wouldn’t stop glaring at me until I’d put the earring back on its cord. “You are all that’s left of Linn. Her own people won’t even say her name. I—I value your continued existence.” I could not speak; he had pierced me to my very heart.

She could no longer remember what Ambrose looked like, or smelled like, or was like. All she knew was Cassius Clayton McLinn. All she wanted began and ended with him.

So you're her brother? Says Linn. I guess we know who got the good genes.

Only loss can teach us the true worth of things.” Linn’s clothes rustled as she knelt before Ana and grasped her hands. “There is nothing we can do but go on, one day at a time. We live in their memory, taking the breaths they cannot draw again, catching the warmth of the sunlight that they were meant to feel.

Sometimes, Linn thought, bravery was not loud, or grand, or brilliant as the blaze of a thousand fires. Sometimes it was quite. Unremarkable. Unknown. The resilient wend of water through rocks, year after year after year.

She'd stand on her own two feet if she had to crawl.

Blaming some deity for your own hate seems pretty messed up to me.

There's three things I've seen in this world that seem to make a body happy or miserable. It's no money or health or any of those other things most people talk about. It's knowing where you fit in this world, being able to go after your dreams, and love.

Easy' is an adjective used to describe a woman who has the sexual morals of a man.

Dating's all about giving you chances to bump and brush and touch and, occasionally, talk.

What I have always loved most in men is imperfection.

Marghe learned of linn cloud, the waterfall cloud in multilayers which brought very heavy rain; of n’gus, queen daggerhorn sky—stately and slow-moving like the beasts of the forest; of pilwe sky, soft, white undulating cloud that could hide the sun for a whole moon.

There comes a time when you just have to be willing to decide what is more important to you and leave behind the things that stand in your way or hold you back from being yourself.

I shook my head. 'I did not contribute to the sex trade, no. I know you're disappointed; I'm sorry.' Linn huffed through a smile. 'You totally did Thailand wrong. Go back.'

Now I know just what heaven feels like...

The Cairngorm water is all clear. Flowing from granite, with no peat to darken it, it has never the golden amber, the ‘horse-back brown’ so often praised in Highland burns. When it has any colour at all, it is green, as in the Quoich near its linn. It is a green like the green of winter skies, but lucent, clear like aquamarines, without the vivid brilliance of glacier water. Sometimes the Quoich waterfalls have violet playing through the green, and the pouring water spouts and bubbles in a violet froth.

Experience is the best teacher."... The primary and most obvious reason for this is that revelation is not over, God is constantly revealing himself to us in our experience.... Of

Jag vill inte dö, jag vill leva, men om hon dör finns det ingen plats för mig i den här världen.

The beach is a virtual strand-to-sand buffet of hot chicks, and these girls are always ready for a party..

If I am not crushed by cliff slide I will become the summit

Some flowers need to be alone, for some time, even if it's lonely. They need to find themselves, to stand in their own light. 

Otsusta minu üle mu tegude järgi, ehkki neid on vähe, mitte mu sõnade järgi, kuigi neid on palju.

Ich wünsche mir ein langes Leben, das ich mit Büchern fühlen will

Step beyond right and wrong, and resist passing judgment. Who you’ve been and what you’ve experienced in the past isn’t good . . . and it isn’t bad. You might not know the whole story.

And they don't know me. To them, I'm just categories and clichés, too. The geek. The gay boy. The wimp. Even though I screamed at Doug in front of everyday at Boo, what have I done since then that anyone knows about? I'm happily a geek and happily gay, but I'm no longer a wimp.

In order to write about real people - parents, children, lovers, friends, enemies, brothers, uncles, or the occasional passerby - it is necessary to make them fictional. I believe this is the only way of breathing life into them. To remember is to look around, again and again, equally astonished every time.

There's three things I've seen in this world that seem to make a body happy or miserable. It's not money or health or any of those other things most people talk about. It's knowing where you fit in this world, being able to go after your dreams and love.

No need to get uppity now. There’s just all kinds of talk swirlin’ since Colonel McLinn abandoned his men at maneuvers and come to yo’ cabin like he did. You know what folks are startin’ to call you, don’t you?” She darted a sly look her way. “ ‘The Colonel’s Lady.

Selleks, et määratud kodanikkude arv mitte väheseks ei jääks ega ülearu suureks ei paisuks, on antud käsk , et üheski peres, ei oleks umbkaudu 14-aastasi lapsi ühekorraga vähem, kui 10 ja rohkem kui 16, samal ajal kui nooremate laste suhtes mingit arvu kindlaks määratud, ega ette kirjutatud ei ole. Kes suuremates peredes ülearu on, väiksema juurdekasvuga peredesse paigutatakse. Kui aga juhtuma peaks, et kogu linnas see arv üle lubatud määra tõuseb, siis täidavad needsinased teiste linnade puudujääki. Kui juhtub, et terve saare rahvaarv lubatud määrast üle läheb, valitakse igast linnast teatud kodanikud ja rajatakse nende eneste seaduste järgi linn kõige lähemal maal. Nad võtavad ka selle maa rahva eneste sekka... kui aga selle maa asukad utooplastega koos ja nende seaduste all elada ei taha, siis aetakse nad välja.

The whole social order that separates people into the decent and indecent, that regulates accepted orders of bodily and economic exchange, is ruptured by a Christ who gave his life for all, but most particularly the despised, a Christ who died at the hands of a colonial empire.

It was easy to tell who at Ortolan was once an actor and was now a career waiter. The careerists were older, for one, and precise and fussy about enforcing Findlay’s rules, and at staff dinners they would ostentatiously swirl the wine that the sommelier’s assistant poured them to sample and say things like, “It’s a little like that Linne Calodo Petite Sirah you served last week, José, isn’t it?” or “Tastes a little minerally, doesn’t it? This a New Zealand?” It was understood that you didn’t ask them to come to your productions—you only asked your fellow actor-waiters, and if you were asked, it was considered polite to at least try to go—and you certainly didn’t discuss auditions, or agents, or anything of the sort with them. Acting was like war, and they were veterans: they didn’t want to think about the war, and they certainly didn’t want to talk about it with naïfs who were still eagerly dashing toward the trenches, who were still excited to be in-country. Findlay

Dave announced as he pulled into the Methodist Church parking lot where the exterior lights were starting to show

thousand details aligned in his head—things he’d see to, people he’d call, decisions he’d make—to

Smith’s eyes traced

So many dreams wiped out in one split second

When I did finally grace that stage with my presence,it was the most exhilarating moment of my life

Unlike Michelangelo, I may not have church ceilings and museum walls to hang art on, to show what I need the world to see. But I do have lockers. And I have the Internet.

Respect those who esteem your integrity, disdain those who carrying-on dishonesty against your hospitality.

Rodzice czekają na podziękowania, a dzieci czekają na przeprosiny. Nikt z nas nie dostanie nigdy tego, czego pragnie.

Eltern warten auf ein Danke, Kinder auf eine Entschuldigung. Keiner kriegt, was er sich wünscht.

God's will is generally for us to do more of whatever we are most grateful for or whatever gives us most life.

Wenn man sich für etwas entscheidet, schließt man immer etwas anderes aus.

Her deepest longing, perhaps, was to be loved unconditionally, and at the same time be left in peace.

Ar chualabhair riamh," arsa Eoghain, "ná fanann tráigh le headra agus ní lú mar a fhanfaidh an traein linne. Ní hé seo an tOileán agaibh go bhfanfaidh an naomhóg libh go mbeidh sibh ullamh." Chuir sin imníomh orainn agus bhí gach aoinne ar a dhícheall ag baint an stáisiúin amach. Nuair a shroicheamar é ba dhóigh leat nár cailleadh aoinne riamh, bhí a oiread sin daoine ann. Bhí gach carráiste lán.

Greathearted leaders are procreated to provide others with generosity, hospitality, and friendliness. I truthfully believe we need more integrity and responsibility like that in this troublesome World.

Ocean acidification is sometimes referred to as global warming’s “equally evil twin.” The irony is intentional and fair enough as far as it goes, which may not be far enough. No single mechanism explains all the mass extinctions in the record, and yet changes in ocean chemistry seem to be a pretty good predictor. Ocean acidification played a role in at least two of the Big Five extinctions (the end-Permian and the end-Triassic) and quite possibly it was a major factor in a third (the end-Cretaceous). There’s strong evidence for ocean acidification during an extinction event known as the Toarcian Turnover, which occurred 183 million years ago, in the early Jurassic, and similar evidence at the end of the Paleocene, 55 million years ago, when several forms of marine life suffered a major crisis. “Oh, ocean acidification,” Zalasiewicz had told me at Dob’s Linn. “That’s the big nasty one that’s coming down.

Og alle disse voksne, disse menneskene midt i livet, disse «voksende» menneskene som jeg heller vil kalle dem, er ikke utvokst selv om det kan se sånn ut, er ikke ferdiglevd, ferdigtegnet, selv om mange av dem kan føle det sånn. Av og til. Mange av oss er skisser fremdeles. Heldigvis.

Her deepest longing, perhaps, was to be loved unconditionally, and at the same time be left in peace. But she never told anyone. It is shameful and egotistical to hope for unconditional love and at the same time want to be left in peace. The mother’s inner worlds were neatly sealed—dark, gilded worlds.

My father had the rare ability to make others feel as though they were the one and only. That they were seen, heard, chosen. He would take you by the hand and say, Come with me, and for a brief or a long moment you might think you were the first person he has ever said this to. That it was you and him against the world.

I believe that there are four things that the soul requires in a home. First, it needs a sense of belonging, to feel truly connected to the land, to your roots, to your spirit. Second, a soul needs to feel safe, so that you can be yourself, be creative, and bring forth what you are without fear. Third, it yearns for harmony with the greater cycles of nature. And, finally, your soul needs sacred space. When you have these four things, your home will be filled with inner peace.

THE MAGIC OF LOVE The magic of personal love works miracles as this true story testifies: Even one person’s intimate love can deeply heal another. For example,Tom, a simple person without training in psychotherapy, worked as an orderly in a mental hospital. One of the sickest patients in the hospital, a deeply psychotic woman, had been there for eighteen years. She never spoke to anyone, or even looked in another’s eyes. She sat alone all day in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth. One day during his dinner break, Tom found another rocking chair, pulled it over, and rocked along beside her as he ate his dinner. He returned the next day, and the next. Tom worked only five days per week, but he asked for special permission to come in on his days off so he could rock with the psychotic woman. Tom did this every day for six months. Then one evening as he got up to leave, the woman said, “Good night.” It was the first time she had spoken in eighteen years. After that, she began to get well. Tom still came to rock with her every day, and eventually she was healed of her psychosis.* *Healing the Eight Stages of Life. M. Linn, S. Fabricant, D. Linn. Paulist Press. 1988.

Дельфин: Мне пора на работу. Женщина: А что у тебя за работа? Дельфин: Я вожу такси. Женщина: А где твое такси? Дельфин: Это очень маленькое такси. Его трудно заметить. Женщина: Весьма трудно. Дельфин: Вот почему я здесь и занят поисками. Это мое такси я называю "ледяным органом". Вот так. Женщина: Это, что, такси, которое водят в холодильнике? Поэтому тебя так интересует лед? Дельфин: Разумеется. Женщина: Но как ты там помещаешься? Ты же не влезешь в холодильник. Дельфин: Нет. Женщина: Вот-вот. Дельфин: На самом деле я не таксист. Женщина: Так я и думала. Дельфин: Я сантехник. Женщина: Сон-техник? А где твоя техника? Дельфин: В ящике. Женщина: А где ящик? Дельфин: Он очень маленький. Женщина: Наверно, в холодильнике, да? Дельфин: Не-е-ет! В лампе! Женщина: А ты хоть знаешь, для чего нужны лампы? Дельфин: Знаю, чтобы сантехники хранили в них свои сны.

Unexpected tears burned at her eyes. An impulse to put her arms around him, to stroke her hands over his strong back, propelled her a step forward. No! She gripped the top rail of the fence, appalled. Not three minutes ago she’d told Marti how the lessons learned about this man on Santa Estella and in the years since were deeply ingrained. Then, one sympathetic exchange with him–good heavens, she didn’t even know if her suppositions were close to the mark–and she would throw her arms around him? Maybe she needed to be more careful around him. Much more careful. And maybe she better keep an eye on the weather forecast for hurricanes venturing into Wyoming. * * * * “Now, Matthew, you stay put,” Kendra ordered once she had him encased in his bib and safely in his high chair. “ ‘Unch!” he ordered. “Please?” “Pease.” “That’s a good boy. I’ll get it right away.” Over her shoulder, she added to Daniel, “Keep an eye on him, will

Ralph Waldo Emerson once said that ‘the views of nature held by any people determine all their institutions

Your home should give you a sense of belonging and provide a context for interpreting your life's experiences. It should be a reference place that you look forward to returning to, an anchoring point from which you venture into the world, and a place where you know that your heart resides. To gain a sense of belonging to a place, it is essential to ‘ground’ yourself. Even if you move often, in each location imagine sinking your roots into earth.

SEE LINN ON PÄRIS KARM... AGA MINA OLEN KARMIM!

Nothing is unattainable if we want it badly enough, and put in the work that is required to get it!

Hearing the word ‘no’ is of no consequence—when all you really need is one ‘yes,’ keep on going!

A Healthy, Happy, Abundant Life begins in your MIND, which translates into your THOUGHTS which trigger your ACTIONS and ULTIMATELY shapes your FUTURE…which remains unwritten~your Life is What YOU make it!

Anything worth having is worth working for: Set high expectations for yourself, when you reach those, set higher ones!

Display confidence in all that you do—walk like you own the building.

Expression and inspiration give wings to our creativity. Whenever we are inspired, we instantly become motivated to make things happen!

Operate in your gift and you will arrive at your destiny.

Remember, the more you do, the more you do and the less you do, the less you do. So, the more you sit around and do nothing, the less you will want to get up and get moving.

Her deepest longing, perhaps, was to be loved unconditionally, and at the same time be left in peace. But she never told anyone. It is shameful and egotistical to hope for unconditional love and at the same time want to be left in peace.

La conciencia es un fenómeno global que ocurre en todo el cuerpo, y no simplemente en el cerebro. La conciencia, en su aspecto más básico, es luz coherente.

Om man vill vara högtidlig, kan man säga att jag hade hittat hem, har han sagt, och om man vill vara lustig, kan man tala om kärlek vid första ögonkastet.

No matter what time you get out of bed, go for a walk,” said director Ingmar Berman to his daughter, Linn Ullmann. “The demons hate it when you get out of bed. Demons hate fresh air.

,but no sooner were the past tears conquered than the fresh began again.

a problem shared is a problem halved’ holds a lot of truth. After Aunt Clare left I

Wszystko, co smutne, jest na początku albo na końcu w środku jest się bezpiecznym

Linn sat up a little straighter when the first course arrived, smoked salmon profiteroles. By the time we'd moved from the panini and tea sandwiches and on to the Parisian Opera Cake and devil's food teacakes, Linn had downed almost everything set in front of her, as well as an entire pot of tea. "It's all so good!" she said, wiping her hands on her cloth napkin. "I love the tiny portions. And they just keep bringing food! I love this. We should do this every day." "I completely agree.

Happy the man who in these days of stress has access to the great mountains, for thither he can escape for the day, and from the high inviolate places bring back a strength and a peace he can never find within ‘the walls of cities barricaded evermore”. (a quote from Wordsworth’s poem ‘The Recluse’) So taking the poet’s advice on my 24 hours off, I set out the other day by the foaming Linn and made my way up the glen of Dee… The hills greeted me smilingly as I walked to meet them. From

THE SKYLARK SINGS EVEN WHEN ALONE LET'S KEEP REMINDING OURSELVES TO SING AND DANCE SO OUR HEARTS CAN REMAIN FREE

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esoteric.

When we are whole, we are more than the sum of our parts. We are greater than our limitations and stronger than our doubts." – Denise Linn.

Hagh.

If you live your life animated by the flesh—namely, your fallen, corrupt nature—then your mind is focused on the matters of the flesh. But if you live your life animated by the Spirit—namely, God’s indwelling presence—then your focus is on the work of the Spirit. A mind focused on the flesh is doomed to death, but a mind focused on the Spirit will find full life and complete peace. You see, a mind focused on the flesh is declaring war against God; it defies the authority of God’s law and is incapable of following His path. So it is clear that God takes no pleasure in those who live oriented to the flesh.

The first time I see him is during lunch. As I’m waiting in the cafeteria food line, Alex is two people in front of me. This girl, Nola Linn, is in between us. And she’s not moving down the line fast enough. Alex’s jeans are faded and torn at the knee. His hair is falling into his eyes and I’m itching to push it back. If Nola wouldn’t be so wishy-washy about her choice of fruit… Alex caught me checking him out. I quickly focus my attention on the soup of the day. Minestrone. “Want a cup or bowl, hon?” Mary, the lunch lady, asks me. “Bowl,” I say, pretending to be totally interested in the way she ladles the soup into the bowl. After she hands it to me, I hurry past Nola and stand by the cashier. Right behind Alex. As if he knows I’m stalking him, he turns around. His eyes pierce mine and for a moment I feel as if the rest of the world is closed out and it’s just the two of us. The urge to jump into his arms and feel the warmth of them surrounding me is so powerful, I wonder if it’s medically possible to be addicted to another human being. I clear my throat. “Your turn,” I say, motioning to the cashier. He moves forward with his tray, a slice of pizza on it. “I’ll pay for hers, too,” he says, pointing at me. The cashier waves her finger at me, “What’d you get? Bowl of minestrone?” “Yeah, but…Alex, don’t pay for me.” “Don’t worry. I can afford a bowl of soup,” he says defensively, handing over three dollars. Colin barges into the line and stands next to me. “Move along. Get your own girlfriend to stare at,” he snaps at Alex, then shoos him off. I pray Alex doesn’t retaliate by telling Colin we kissed. Everyone in line is watching us. I can feel their stares on the back of my neck. Alex takes his change from the cashier and without a backward glance heads for the outside courtyard off the cafeteria where he usually sits. I feel so selfish, because I want the best of both worlds. I want to keep the image I’ve worked so hard to create. That image includes Colin. I also want Alex. I can’t stop thinking about having him hold me again and kiss me until I’m breathless. Colin says to the cashier, “I’ll pay for hers and mine.” The cashier looks at me in confusion. “Didn’t that other boy pay for you already?” Colin waits for me to correct her. When I don’t, he gives me a disgusted look and stomps out of the cafeteria.

Every time you replace a fearful thought with a loving thought, you make the world a better place.

carriage and seemed to be pondering for a moment. Lavender

No you haven’t, or you would never have been persuaded by anything your father and I and Grams Brennan ever said.

to

Shopping Dana Gioia I enter the temple of my people but do not pray. I pass the altars of the gods but do not kneel Or offer sacrifices proper to the season. Strolling the hushed aisles of the department store, I see visions shining under glass, Divinities of leather, gold, and porcelain, Shrines of cut crystal, stainless steel, and silicon. But I wander the arcades of abundance, Empty of desire, no credit to my people, Envying the acolytes their passionate faith. Blessed are the acquisitive, For theirs is the kingdom of commerce. Redeem me, gods of the mall and marketplace. Mercury, protector of cell phones and fax machines, Venus, patroness of bath and bedroom chains, Tantalus, guardian of the food court. Beguile me with the aromas of coffee, musk, and cinnamon. Surround me with delicately colored soaps and moisturizing creams. Comfort me with posters of children with perfect smiles And pouting teenage models clad in lingerie. I am not made of stone. Show me satins, linen, crepe de chine, and silk, Heaped like cumuli in the morning sky, As if all caravans and argosies ended in this parking lot To fill these stockrooms and loading docks. Sing me the hymns of no cash down and the installment plan, Of custom fit, remote control, and priced to move. Whisper the blessing of Egyptian cotton, polyester, and cashmere. Tell me in what department my desire shall be found. Because I would buy happiness if I could find it, Spend all that I possessed or could borrow. But what can I bring you from these sad emporia? Where in this splendid clutter Shall I discover the one true thing? Nothing to carry, I should stroll easily Among the crowded countertops and eager cashiers, Bypassing the sullen lines and footsore customers, Spending only my time, discounting all I see. Instead I look for you among the pressing crowds, But they know nothing of you, turning away, Carrying their brightly packaged burdens. There is no angel among the vending stalls and signage. Where are you, my fugitive? Without you There is nothing but the getting and the spending Of things that have a price. Why else have I stalked the leased arcades Searching the kiosks and the cash machines? Where are you, my errant soul and innermost companion? Are you outside amid the potted palm trees, Bumming a cigarette or joking with the guards, Or are you wandering the parking lot Lost among the rows of Subarus and Audis? Or is it you I catch a sudden glimpse of Smiling behind the greasy window of the bus As it disappears into the evening rush?

Ocean Carriers Case Analysis, Mary Linn, Vice President of Ocean Carriers (a transportation association), is evaluating a proposed lease of a watercraft for . casehow.com

When I heard Zizek’s statement, I have to admit that I reacted strongly against it. For the first twenty-five years of my adult life, I had worked in politics and trade unionism trying to build a better world and, as I saw it, to rid us of the suffering caused by capitalism.

Although the impression might be given from this discussion that economists wish to preserve some kind of balance between contrasting values in the market and the non-market spheres of public life, the current reality is that market values are more and more crowding out non-market values; and in the process, they are undermining general moral standards.

Behind this public glorification of greed, three recent experimental research studies suggest that the academic discipline of economics encourages a culture of greed.

As the authors of the studies point out, these effects suggest that economics education may have serious consequences for students’ attitudes towards greed.

I am not arguing that we should now completely shift our whole economy from one based on priced monetary transactions to one based simply on generosity. A modern economy based on generosity is an ideal that requires a fundamental shift in general attitudes.

was off yanking innocent fish out of an idyllic existence in some lake

THE MAGIC OF LOVE The magic of personal love works miracles as this true story testifies: Even one person’s intimate love can deeply heal another. For example,Tom, a simple person without training in psychotherapy, worked as an orderly in a mental hospital. One of the sickest patients in the hospital, a deeply psychotic woman, had been there for eighteen years. She never spoke to anyone, or even looked in another’s eyes. She sat alone all day in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth. One day during his dinner break, Tom found another rocking chair, pulled it over, and rocked along beside her as he ate his dinner. He returned the next day, and the next. Tom worked only five days per week, but he asked for special permission to come in on his days off so he could rock with the psychotic woman. Tom did this every day for six months. Then one evening as he got up to leave, the woman said, “Good night.” It was the first time she had spoken in eighteen years. After that, she began to get well. Tom still came to rock with her every day, and eventually she was healed of her psychosis.* *Healing the Eight Stages of Life. M. Linn, S. Fabricant, D. Linn. Paulist Press. 1988.

Burrell stopped his lawyer’s protest by raising one large hand, palm out. “It’s like

Peter Singer, a moral philosopher and professor at Princeton University points out, however, that there are in fact three freedoms at stake here: the freedom to donate blood for no financial reward, the freedom to sell blood, but also the freedom to give blood as a priceless gift whose value hinges solely on the need of the recipient, because it cannot be bought.14

Cuthbertson and conducted to his home. Revs. John Cuthbertson, Matthew Linn and Alexander Dobbin constituted the first REFORMED PRESBYTERY IN AMERICA, at Paxtang, Dauphin County, Pennsylvania, March 10, 1774.

Men and their honor and fighting… Such things were fine for them. They had victory or they had death, and with the latter a hope of heaven. They did not think about the women left behind to be raped, the children to be sold into slavery. Men and their damned, damned honor.

With distractingly long, violet hair and a desire to be worshipped in every way possible, publicly, in some ways, she became my salvation.

Дельфин: Кстати, что такое одинокий человек? Женщина: Глупый вопрос! Дельфин: Я не тебя спрашиваю. А мою тень. Женщина: И что она ответила? Дельфин: Секрет. Моя тень — что-то среднее между ракушкой и облаком. Моя тень — загадка. Женщина: А в моей тени нет ничего загадочного. Она до ужаса банальная. Пахнет бананами, очень обычный запах. Дельфин: Довольно одинокий запах. Женщина: Откуда ты знаешь? Дельфин: Мне тень сказала. Женщина: А я не слышала. Дельфин: Она только в воде говорит.

Женщина: Знаешь, что делать, когда чувствуешь себя одиноким и никому не нужным? Когда тебе грустно, а в твоих объятьях - пустота? Нужно встать, обхватить себя руками и выйти на свет вместе с тенью! Глотнуть воздуха! Дельфин: Ты пьешь воздух? Зачем? Женщина: Это просто фраза такая. Так говорят. Дельфин: А вдруг воздух глотнет тебя?