Mcfarland Quotes

She's already making the feast, Aaron. She's... perfect." [...] "Really? Jen! Get your ass in the kitchen and start making dinner. Julia is three hours behind you and she's already started!" I laughed out loud again when I heard Jenna's response in the background. "You get your ass dressed. The turkey will be served at McFarland's Corner of 15th and Nichols. Bring your wallet, asshole.

This is all my identification, my birth certificate, my everything. You can be Shannon McFarland from now on. My career. The ninety-degree attention. It's yours. All of it. Everything. I hope it's enough for you. It's everything I have left.

It is a grave disservice to the heart, soul, body and spirit of a woman when she is given the subtle message that the truth of her own pain is not as important as the reputation of the ones who inflict it.

Il mondo aveva i denti e in qualsiasi momento ti poteva morsicare. Questo Trisha McFarland scoprì a nove anni.

Just because The Past always hung there upon its hooks on the game-room wall, you didn't have to pull it down and use it on yourself.

When our hopes for performance are not completely met, realistic optimism involves accepting what cannot now be changed, rather than condemning or second-guessing ourselves. Focusing on the successful aspects of performance (even when the success is modest) promotes positive affect, reduces self-doubt, and helps to maintain motivation (e.g., McFarland & Ross, 1982).... Nevertheless, realistic optimism does not include or imply expectations that things will improve on their own. Wishful thinking of this sort typically has no reliable supporting evidence. Instead, the opportunity-seeking component of realistic optimism motivates efforts to improve future performances on the basis of what has been learned from past performances.

Richmond's Mrs. William McFarland. "Let us remember that we belong to that sex which was last at the cross, first at the grave…Let us go now, hand in hand, to the graves of our country’s sons, and as we go let our energies be aroused and our hearts be thrilled by this thought: It is the least thing we can do for our soldiers.

Mrs. Hosmer was more than happy to support her small insurgency. By that point, she considered McFarland “a man who has no higher aim than his own selfish ambition”;6 she believed he’d been corrupted by “uninterrupted power.

Cadoc sighed. “Someday, chief, I’ll avenge your sense of humor. I don’t know who murdered it, but it died before its time.

McDowell has pointed to three common reasons people reject Christianity: pride, moral problems with how Christ would impact their lifestyles, and ignorance.

oh, why did her mouth run so often without the intervention of her brain?

They thought McFarland should be fired for what he’d done.

O, Dr. McFarland,” she said with patronizing clarity, “you cannot kill a spirit; it lives after all you have done to destroy its existence

Mr. Packard is a fool in calling me insane, because he don’t know any better. Dr. McFarland is a villain in calling me insane, because he does.

First, not to allow McFarland to attend the hearings, a decision perhaps made to avoid the intimidation of witnesses,

With breathtaking arrogance, McFarland considered asylum superintendents—himself included—“the best men that society can produce.

McFarland spent just $2.77 ($85.76) per patient per week, the cheapest of all the asylums in America.

The people at the top, whom she calls the “protected class,” are the people in government, business, media, and the arts who set the rules, yet are themselves immune to the harm and suffering they’re inflicting on the rest of their countrymen.

By the 2016 American election, it was clear America was ready for change. By nominating Trump, the Republican Party had rejected the Republican establishment. By electing Trump, the country rejected the entire Washington establishment—Republican and Democrat alike...

Conclusion: Truth in Real Life by Alex McFarland A memorable encounter for me recently took place at a large church in Edmonton, Canada. I had given a presentation on the evidence for Christianity, during which I said to the audience, "Intellectual skepticism is virtually always preceded by emotional pain." I explained that (in my experience, at least) people who are very skeptical of Christianity are actually hurting. Show me someone who nurtures his doubts, props up his unbelief with one argument after another, and I'll show you an individual who has probably allowed emotional pain to come between him and God.

It was vision that dulled trust. It was vision that uplifted trust. Let them see how.

Life is full of challenges large and small—each an invitation to retire old ways of thinking and to stretch toward new and better solutions.

We don’t have that kind of magic anymore. This world—your world—you could call it our post-apocalypse.

The world still has rules, we’ve just been playing with an incomplete set.

Culture primarily witnesses the absence of meaning, not it's presence.

If you don't have time to do it right, do you have time to do it over?

Jackanapes.

As long as someone is white, male, and telling us to pay attention to him, we’ll follow even “the most obviously bumbling con artist dumbass ever birthed by the universe,” West says. Even rude, mediocre, murderous Ted Bundy. Even buffoonish Fyre Festival fraudster Billy McFarland. Even racist fascist misogynist Donald Trump. Even diabolical despotic Jim Jones.

Nearly two hundred and fifty years ago, Americans of all classes and regions joined together to fight a revolution against the rich, powerful, and entrenched hereditary monarchy of Great Britain for the right to govern ourselves. The Constitution our Founding Fathers wrote made it official—in America, power would be vested in the hands of the ordinary man, in “We the People.

Dr. McFarland,” she said, “it is my honest opinion that the principles upon which you treat the inmates of this institution, are contrary to reason, to justice, to humanity… Your discipline is invariably calculated to increase their difficulties, and make them worse rather than better. And,” she warned, “even a person with a sound mind, and a sound body, could hardly pass through a course here and come out unharmed.”6

What would happen if we who call ourselves Christians were as driven to share our lives with God as we are to debate theology? Do we, after all, propose to win the world over by flawless theology - or by presenting to them a flawless Person?

Talking to Rhys was nothing like talking to Cadoc. With Cadoc, everything was a game. He smoldered because he meant to smolder. There was nothing calculated or put on about Rhys, and that made him more mesmerizing than Cadoc could ever hope be.

Wake her up,” she commanded Ashem. The dark man folded his arms across his chest. “Politeness is the sinew that holds the wing together.” Exasperated, Kai bared her teeth. “That is especially rich, coming from you. What is it, some kind of dragon proverb?

If he bleeds to death on the pavilion floor, will he truly have died? Or will the web-work of mosquito curtains draw up into the heavens, amid thunderous applause, and his comrades lift him by the arms? Will the sick, lame, and the dying walk again, missing limbs restored? Will the dead enter from the wings to take a bow?

[Dr. McFarland] once invited a well-known sculptor from the faculty of Carnegie Institute of Technology (now Carnegie Mellon University) to come to our nursery school. Dr. McFarland said to him, 'I don't want you to teach sculpting. All I want you to do is to love clay in front of the children.' And that's what he did. He came once a week for the whole term, sat with the four- and five-year-olds as they played, and he 'loved' his clay in front of them. The adults who have worked at the center for many years have said that not before or since have the children in that school used clay so imaginatively as when they had those visits from the sculptor who obviously delighted in his medium.

We have to do a far better job of teaching our teachers. The great teachers—the teachers who influence you, who change your lives—almost always, I’m sure, are the teachers who love what they are teaching. It is that wonderful teacher who says, “Come over here and look in this microscope, you’re really going to get a kick out of this.” There was a wonderful professor of child psychology at the University of Pittsburgh named Margaret McFarland. I wish her ideas were better known. She said that attitudes aren’t taught, they’re caught. If the teacher has enthusiasm for the subject at hand, the student catches that, be it in second grade or graduate school. She said, “Show them what you love.” Also, if the teachers know what they

The battle lines were now drawn: On one side, the elites of both parties, who had governed America for decades and supported big government and a globalist interventionist Foreign policy; On the other side were the populists—the ordinary Citizens who rarely got excited about politics, but were now mobilized in rebellion against a governing class they believed was arrogant, unresponsive, and unsuccessful. It was a revolt by the governed against the governing.

Cadoc became suddenly, keenly aware of how long it had been since he’d been with a woman. And why, for years, he’d hidden his sorrows by chasing so very many. Seren was a ghost in his heart, haunting it so completely that no one else could abide there long.

The moment of truth. It’s 2: 00 p.m. Vaughn Coburn, his client Raymond Harris, and Vaughn’s boss Mick McFarland stand side by side at the defense table. The foreman of the jury is also standing, the verdict sheet in her hand.

There was a wonderful professor of child psychology at the University of Pittsburgh named Margaret McFarland. I wish her ideas were better known. She said that attitudes aren’t taught, they’re caught.

How many times you figure on firing me?" Pat Rin yos'Phelium sighed. "Refresh my memory, Mr. McFarland. How many times have I succeeded in firing you thus far?

He had to bite his lip to stop himself from asking if Jared could do the job naked in front of the office window so he could watch. And beat off.

McFarland was not trying to make her a maniac. Because he already thought her one. And he always had.

Elizabeth had hated her husband so aggressively that her madness was a given for McFarland.

He suspected there was “something wrong with her ‘upstairs.’” How else to explain this “unhinged meltdown”2 in which she dared defy him? It could have been Elizabeth confronting McFarland in the fall of 1860. It was Nancy Pelosi versus Donald Trump in October 2019. History favors reruns. Because that pernicious accusation of insanity, deliberately intended to undermine, haunts the annals of history like a spirit photograph, unsettling and at times unseen.

The Bogle Boys. Vanguard’s founder Jack Bogle always had a young assistant to mentor, and every year all past and present assistants would have a boozy Christmas dinner with their boss. From top left to right: Jeremy Duffield, Jim Riepe, Daniel Butler, Jan Twardowski, Duncan McFarland. From bottom left to right: Jack Brennan, Tim Buckley, Jack Bogle, Jim Norris.

not. If God does not exist, we face too many problems. Where does morality come from? Why are we personal beings when naturalistic evolution says we are the result of an impersonal and undirected process? How can we even trust our reasoning abilities if they’re the result of random, impersonal forces? A purely naturalistic universe just doesn’t add up.

A key job of leadership during difficult times is to encourage and reinforce I Controller thinking at the very time when people’s fear and anxiety make them likely to look for someone else to blame.

Companies operating close to the edge financially may lack the resources to absorb an external shock—and as a result may see their market position degrade during a downturn.*

Effective management of anxiety sets you up to effectively manage money, mission, and morale.

It is the love of country that has lighted and that keeps glowing the holy fire of patriotism.

Willows and Poplars "By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged our harps." Thus sang the Psalmist of the sorrows of the exiles in Babylon, and his song has fastened the name of the great and wicked city upon one of the most familiar willows, while also making it "weep"; for the common weeping willow is botanically named Salix Babylonica.

the URL (the Uniform Resource Locator, or web address) is

Always cherish the gift of reading.

Gilbert McFarland was tall and slender, with brown eyes and a mouth upturned in a perpetual smile. His thick brown hair was hidden under the old floppy fishing hat he always wore, which sported an assortment of hand-tied flies and a button that proclaimed ONE FISH, TWO FISH, RED FISH, BLUE FISH...

The church is not a safety net for your bad choices.

Don't say, "Lord, bless what I'm doing," say "Lord, I'll do what You are blessing.

Will you fear the temporary or have faith in the timeless, eternal God?

God won't pour a blessing into a clogged pipe.

This is the only life you will have so plan it well.

Wealth is not determined by how much you make but by how much you keep.

God wants us to change the world, not conform to it.

You can't give or receive with a clenched hand.

It takes a love for people to give your testimony and succumb yourself to the judgement of others just for the chance to help one person avoid what you went through or to give hope to that one person that they can overcome what they are going through, even if they are too ashamed to ever let you know.

inside and out. That’s what you are—a living, breathing fire.

One reason given for supporting guaranteed jobs is that surveys suggest unemployed people are less happy than people with jobs. This is hardly surprising. Being involuntarily unemployed, especially when benefits are meagre, hard to obtain and maintain, stigmatizing and uncertain, is not a happy situation. That is surely quite different from being outside a job voluntarily, with income security and without stigma. Retired people, for example, are not disproportionately unhappy. As Kate McFarland has written, ‘It’s not that our culture values jobs because jobs intrinsically make us happy; it’s that being employed tends to make us happier because we are stuck in a culture that values jobs.

The Governor of Illinois steps up to make an announcement. “Today,” he says, “we are putting a spotlight on the real hero associated with this institution.” McFarland’s name is torn down. His gold-topped cane and portrait are removed from their prominent position. And on that August day, the governor announces that the hospital will henceforth be named, instead, for Elizabeth Parsons Ware Packard.

McFarland understood the power of influencer marketing, paying Kendall Jenner $250,000 for a single Instagram post to drive ticket sales. He preyed directly on the lifestyle Instagram influencers valued.

five ways of “knowing”: personal experience, revelation, empirical evidence, logic, and hearsay. Given those methods of knowing something, I know this—and I’d stake my life on it: William “Liam” McFarland willingly took the fall for something he didn’t do. I have lived my entire life in a chasm, pulled between two polar tensions.

Religion appears in this book as it does in my other work on religion, media, and consumption—not as a solid, circumscribed, institutional, organized entity but more as (to borrow a phrase from author Anne Lamott) “the water at the edge of things.

decadence—as a case study in what it looks like when an extraordinarily rich society can’t find enough new ideas that justify investing all its stockpiled wealth, and ends up choosing between hoarding cash in mattresses or playing a kind of let’s-pretend instead. In a decadent economy, the supposed cutting edge of capitalism is increasingly defined by let’s-pretendism—by technologies that have almost arrived, business models that are on their way to profitability, by runways that go on and go on without ever achieving liftoff. Do people on your coast think all this is real? When the tech executive asked me that, I told him that we did—that the promise of Silicon Valley was as much an article of faith for those of us watching from the outside as for its insiders; that we both envied the world of digital and hoped that it would remain the great exception to economic disappointment, the place where even in the long, sluggish recovery from the crash of 2008, the promise of American innovation was still alive. And I would probably say the same thing now, despite the stories I’ve just told—because notwithstanding Billy McFarland and Elizabeth Holmes, notwithstanding the peculiar trajectory of Uber, many Silicon Valley institutions deserve their success, many tech companies have real customers and real revenue and a solid structure underneath, and the Internet economy is as real as twenty-first-century growth and innovation gets. But what this tells us, unfortunately, is that twenty-first-century growth and innovation are not at all what we were promised they would be.

The sun had set, the light changing from orange and red to the washed out grayscale of a nearly full moon.

Darkness deeper than night coalesced around him then burst forth like a negative image of the sun.

Her lips were as soft as starlight.

The world contracted. His ears filled with rushing wind. Her skin burned in his grip. Magic ros up like a tide, loosing the anchorings of his soul.

Once, shame on you. Twice, shame on me. Thrice, I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot anyway, but I'm not falling for this again.

Kai wasn't sure from one minute to the next if they would shout at each other or rip each other's clothes off.

It was a dragon, which, Juli thought, was somewhat rude. A sixty-foot spiked monstrosity with luminous golden eyes should not under any circumstances have the audacity to exist.

All Rhys could see when he closed his own eyes were her fey green ones, the scattering of freckles over her nose . . . lips sweet and full. Ancients, That was lust, not love. Lust had caused him enough problems.

Shortly thereafter, Flynn sent a text message to McFarland summarizing his call with Kislyak from the day before, which she emailed to Kushner, Bannon, Priebus, and other Transition Team members.1265 The text message and email did not include sanctions as one of the topics discussed with Kislyak.1266 Flynn told the Office that he did not document his discussion of sanctions because it could be perceived as getting in the way of the Obama Administration’s foreign policy.1267

Just as person’s likes, dislikes, and fears are relevant to creating an interesting character for characters to interact with, changelings can tell a lot about someone by interacting with their dreams. Thus, the Storyteller is advised to jot down a few quick ideas about the nature of a characters dreams.

To escape the Hedge, a changeling either needs to find an active (not necessarily open) gateway, or suitable door, archway, mirror, or what have you to make into a gateway. Finding either from the Hedge is easy enough as long as the changeling can still see the mortal world through said gateway. If a changeling so much as turns her back on the mortal world, though, perspective is lost, and gateways simply become part of the landscape, while mortal-world features disappear entirely.

Finding one’s way through the Hedge even in a familar area, is perilous. The Hedge does not remain constant, and paths become overgrown, impassable, or simply misleading if left untended and untrod for too long.

The Hedge does not conform to human expectations of time, distance, or mass. The Hedge appears (and disappears) according to rules and laws laid down thousands of years ago, and not even the Fae can control it. Changelings fear the Hedge because it can lead them back into slavery, but they recognize its utility as well. They can enter the Hedge through the appropriate gates. Mortals normally enter the Hedge by accident or trickery only, but a few mortals know secret rules and rites that allow them ingress. Of course, once someone has entered the Hedge, whether mortal or changeling. her life is in danger. Getting out of the Hedge is often much more difficult than getting it.

Entering the Hedge is dangerous for anyone, but especially for changelings, who risk enslavement once again whenever they brave the Thorns.

Amidst the Brambles, a changeling cannot help but feel exposed, vulnerable, and even trapped, and those feelings are not without merit.

Clarity demands a certain degree of objectivity, from the world as well as the observer.

Just keep moving and nobody will notice.

Former president Álvaro Uribe never responded to multiple interview requests that I sent by email and fax between 2014 and 2016. In 2017, one of his staff members at the Centro Democrático political party said that Uribe had received my requests, but was unable to take an interview because he was recovering from surgery. Uribe never responded to another meeting request that I sent a few weeks later, when he was once again appearing in the media. Nor did he send a response to a detailed questionnaire asking for his take on the various events described in this book.

You were in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong destiny.

You were in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong destiny.” Kai laughed, a sad, hollow sound. “I don’t believe in destiny.” He smiled, just as sad. “Something I’ve learned over the course of a long life, Kai, is that truth doesn’t care what we believe.

Ashem doesn’t like anyone. He loves and he hates.

Dan McKinley at Etsy (McKinley 2013) wrote “nearly everything fails” and for features, he wrote “it’s been humbling to realize how rare it is for them to succeed on the first attempt. I strongly suspect that this experience is universal, but it is not universally recognized or acknowledged.” Finally, Colin McFarland wrote in the book Experiment! (McFarland 2012, 20) “No matter how much you think it’s a no-brainer, how much research you’ve done, or how many competitors are doing it, sometimes, more often than you might think, experiment ideas simply fail.

Morgan slipped her phone from her bag and pulled up a picture of Roger McFarland. “Do you recognize this man?” Carol put her glasses on and glanced at the

It was Dr. McFarland, Fred’s mentor in child development from his graduate studies, who noted that Fred was more connected to his childhood than anyone else she knew, that he hadn’t “shed” the vestiges of childhood as most of us have.

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There are humans, and there are ghosts. Vampires are just in a different state of transition. Not part of the human world and not part of the spirit world. We are just caught somewhere in between life and the real death.” - Quinn Forrester-Song of the Vampire

There are humans, and there are ghosts. Vampires are just in a different state of transition. Not part of the human world and not part of the spirit world. We are just caught somewhere in between life and the real death.

There are humans, and there are ghosts. Vampires are just in a different state of transition. Not part of the human world and not part of the spirit world. We are just caught somewhere in between life and the real death.” - Quinn Forrester - Song of the Vampire

What am I supposed to do if I’m no longer fine with being “just friends” with someone anymore? I don’t want to lose them from my life, but it’s getting a little too difficult to be sitting on the sidelines.