Linne 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.

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

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

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.

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.

Now I know just what heaven feels like...

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.

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. 

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

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.'

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

Smith’s eyes traced

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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?

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.

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

What matters most in doing the examen is to experience an environment of unconditional love in which you feel safe to own your experience and feel all your feelings.

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.

A man wakes up and for a few moments he experiences everything exactly as it is. Jon wrote: A man wakes up and is lucid. It doesn’t last long, though, he thought, that kind of lucidity. If it did you wouldn’t be able to stand it, it would kill you.

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

When clients come to me wanting immediate results, I almost always tell them to clear their clutter. Clutter-clearing is modern-day alchemy. It is one of the fastest ways to completely transform your life. It can work in seemingly magical and mystical ways. Your health improves, your abundance levels increase and relationships improve by clearing clutter.

When you practise trust and let go of things that no longer suit you, you open a space for what is exactly right for you now.

The path she'd chosen had not been kind, and it had irrevocably changed her as a person. But it wasn't the gods, Linn thought, who had gotten her through each grueling, hopeless day of being indentured in a foreign, frozen land. It wasn't the gods who had helped her survive. All along, it had been her.

Your personal beliefs can cause you to attract particular situations and circumstances into your life. Whatever you believe has consequences. In fact, your beliefs can determine the outcome of your life.

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.

The eighties would continue to evolve, driven by ever more mutations of the LinnDrum, the Fairlight CMI, the 808 drum machine and various versions of the Roland synthesizer.

Reactive parenting comprises the negative behaviors displayed when a parent is frustrated with their child. This often looks like yelling, threatening, screaming, or even hitting. Reactive parenting can also look like over-rewarding or overbribing when the parent is fed up with their child’s behavior.

This was the beauty and simplicity of action. Whatever had happened before seemed meaningless when held up against the comradeship that came with facing danger together.

Powdered or cubed bouillon can give your cooking the same thin, repetitive backbeat that the Linn 9000 sequencer gave to Stock, Aitken and Waterman records.

The world is an infinitely better place when we don’t criticize the actions of others, but instead imagine walking in their shoes. Native Americans say: “Walk a mile in my moccasins.

Attempting to pin down in which ways the language of translations differs from that of nontranslated texts in the same target language is the focus of corpus-based descriptive studies such as Jarle Ebeling 1998, Sara Laviosa 1998 and Linn Øverås 1998.

really be suspicious.

Oh, you magnificent slut. You have no idea how proud I am of you, right now.

That’s it, suck my cock, you little bitch,” it was as if a door had been opened, and the men seemed to vie with each other to call her nastier and more vulgar names.

She could end this, right now. But, she knew, it really would be the end. She thought about how it felt to serve him – how much she loved obeying his commands, and being his slut. He had already taken her to places she couldn’t have imagined, and it was only their second real encounter.

If He spent an incomprehensible number of years creating His divine rescue plan and executing that plan through His Son at just the right moment, I have to believe that it wasn’t for nothing.

Part of her didn’t like to believe that she wanted do such things. But, looking back on it, Melody had to admit that she hadn’t been forced to do anything. He had told her what to do, it’s true. But, she could have said no and walked out the door at any time. Everything she had done, she had done of her own free will, and Melody was learning that there were powerful feelings and desires inside of her, whose existence she had never suspected.

He simply thrust into her, viciously, his cock pumping in and out of her mouth as he fucked her face, pressing her lips to his crotch again and again as he all but raped her mouth.

Didn't say it was easy. Said it was simple. Some of the simplest things aren't easy at all.

She, the shy and awkward one, was now a sexy, wanton slut. She felt confident and desirable. Powerful, even as she gave complete control to this stranger – and it was complete. She knew she would do anything he told her to do. Be the perfect slut, for him.

Please Sir, fuck me. Fuck your slut’s tight, wet cunt. I need it so badly. Shove your cock in me. Fuck me hard, like the nasty little whore I am.

Oh god, yes. Please fuck my ass, Sir. I want you to shove your cock up my tight ass and make me your bitch. Fuck my ass hard. Make your nasty little slut scream for you, Sir.

Tony took hold of Kim’s hips as he started to fuck her, thrusting his cock into her and groaning with pleasure as he slid deep inside the hot, tight wetness of her cunt.

Ja see, mõtles Alvin, mida ta nüüd nägi, ei olnud lihtsalt mälestus. See oli midagi keerukamat - see oli mäluseadme mälestus.

He knew just how to push her buttons, she thought to herself – exactly when to talk dirty to her to make her feel so wanton and nasty. When he’d gotten her worked up into this mood, she loved being a dirty slut for him – the filthier and nastier the better.

You like being told to kneel down and suck cock, don’t you, you little slut?

Paradoxically, the more control she relinquished to him, the more she seemed to gain over her own life.

How about when I touched you like this? You wanted me to do that, didn’t you … you little slut?

I liked it in the club, too. I liked it when you called me … that word.

When you called me… slut. I felt, I don’t know, but… I liked it.

I…I’m a little s…slut.

Kim had made herself totally vulnerable, and Melody knew she held not just the other girl’s body in her hands, but something infinitely more valuable. Kim had offered herself completely – giving Melody her absolute trust, and Melody felt something close to awe as she thought of how much courage it must have taken. Melody’s heart was in her mouth as she humbly accepted this precious gift.

Is this what Master sees, when I look at him?” she thought to herself.

no, she’s not a slut for anyone else. She’s his slut. She’s only a slut for him.

being treated like nothing but a sex toy for their use, and she absolutely loved it.

You look magnificent,” said the text on the screen, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a filthy cum-covered whore.

bandeja.

Cock after cock was thrust into her mouth and cunt.