Monaco Quotes

If it works, it works,' Kat told him. 'And if it doesn't?' he asked. She looked at him. 'If it doesn't, then I've heard Monaco has the nicest prisons in all of Europe.' 'It does,' both Hamish and Angus said in unison. And with that, it was decided.

Body Electric" Elvis is my daddy, Marilyn’s my mother, Jesus is my bestest friend. We don’t need nobody 'Cause we got each other, Or at least I pretend. We get down every Friday night, Dancin’ and grindin’ in the pale moonlight. Grand Ole Opry, we're feelin’ alright, Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind. (I said don't worry about it) [Chorus:] I sing the body electric, I sing the body electric, baby. I sing the body electric, I sing the body electric, Sing that body electric, Sing that body electric. I’m on fire, Sing that body electric. Whitman is my daddy, Monaco’s my mother, Diamonds are my bestest friend. Heaven is my baby, suicide’s her father, Opulence is the end. We get down every Friday night, Dancin’ and grindin’ in the pale moonlight. Grand Ole Opry, we're feelin’ alright, Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind. (I said don't worry about it) [Chorus:] I sing the body electric, I sing the body electric, baby. I sing the body electric, I sing the body electric, Sing that body electric, Sing that body electric. I’m on fire, Sing that body electric. My clothes still smell like you, And all the photographs say you’re still young. I pretend I’m not hurt And go about the world like I’m havin’ fun. We get crazy every Friday night, Drop it like it’s hot in the pale moonlight. Grand Ole Opry, feelin' all right Mary's swayin’ softly to her heart's delight. I sing the body electric, I sing the body electric, baby. I sing the body electric, I sing the body electric, Sing that body electric, Sing that body electric. I’m on fire, Sing that body electric. I sing the body electric, baby. I sing the body electric, baby. I sing the body electric, baby.

Khloe Kinsella, Lexa Reed, Cole Harris, Drew Adams, Taylor Frost, Carina Johansson, Clare Bryant, Brielle Monaco, Zack Reynolds, Garret van Camp

For to have complete satisfaction from flowers you must have time to spend with them.

Wisdom is really the key to wealth. With great wisdom, comes great wealth and success. Rather than pursuing wealth, pursue wisdom. The aggressive pursuit of wealth can lead to disappointment. Wisdom is defined as the quality of having experience, and being able to discern or judge what is true, right, or lasting. Wisdom is basically the practical application of knowledge. Rich people have small TVs and big libraries, and poor people have small libraries and big TVs. Become completely focused on one subject and study the subject for a long period of time. Don't skip around from one subject to the next. The problem is generally not money. Jesus taught that the problem was attachment to possessions and dependence on money rather than dependence on God. Those who love people, acquire wealth so they can give generously. After all, money feeds, shelters, and clothes people. They key is to work extremely hard for a short period of time (1-5 years), create abundant wealth, and then make money work hard for you through wise investments that yield a passive income for life. Don't let the opinions of the average man sway you. Dream, and he thinks you're crazy. Succeed, and he thinks you're lucky. Acquire wealth, and he thinks you're greedy. Pay no attention. He simply doesn't understand. Failure is success if we learn from it. Continuing failure eventually leads to success. Those who dare to fail miserably can achieve greatly. Whenever you pursue a goal, it should be with complete focus. This means no interruptions. Only when one loves his career and is skilled at it can he truly succeed. Never rush into an investment without prior research and deliberation. With preferred shares, investors are guaranteed a dividend forever, while common stocks have variable dividends. Some regions with very low or no income taxes include the following: Nevada, Texas, Wyoming, Delaware, South Dakota, Cyprus, Liechtenstein, Luxembourg, Panama, San Marino, Seychelles, Isle of Man, Channel Islands, Curaçao, Bahamas, British Virgin Islands, Brunei, Monaco, Qatar, United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, Bermuda, Kuwait, Oman, Andorra, Cayman Islands, Belize, Vanuatu, and Campione d'Italia. There is only one God who is infinite and supreme above all things. Do not replace that infinite one with finite idols. As frustrated as you may feel due to your life circumstances, do not vent it by cursing God or unnecessarily uttering his name. Greed leads to poverty. Greed inclines people to act impulsively in hopes of gaining more. The benefit of giving to the poor is so great that a beggar is actually doing the giver a favor by allowing the person to give. The more I give away, the more that comes back. Earn as much as you can. Save as much as you can. Invest as much as you can. Give as much as you can.

Walt Disney World is nearly 30,000 acres, or 48 square miles. That is more than 80 times the size of Monaco. Grace Kelly would have been queen of a larger and wealthier, kingdom if she'd married Uncle Walt instead of Prince Rainier.

...while epic fantasy is based on the fairy tale of the just war, that’s not one you’ll find in Grimm or Disney, and most will never recognize the shape of it. I think the fantasy genre pitches its tent in the medieval campground for the very reason that we even bother to write stories about things that never happened in the first place: because it says something subtle and true about our own world, something it is difficult to say straight out, with a straight face. Something you need tools to say, you need cheat codes for the human brain--a candy princess or a sugar-coated unicorn to wash down the sour taste of how bad things can really get. See, I think our culture has a slash running through the middle of it, too. Past/Future, Conservative/Liberal, Online/Offline. Virgin/Whore. And yes: Classical/Medieval. I think we’re torn between the Classical Narrative of Self and the Medieval Narrative of Self, between the choice of Achilles and Keep Calm and Carry On. The Classical internal monologue goes like this: do anything, anything, only don’t be forgotten. Yes, this one sacrificed his daughter on a slab at Aulis, that one married his mother and tore out his eyes, and oh that guy ate his kids in a pie. But you remember their names, don’t you? So it’s all good in the end. Give a Greek soul a choice between a short life full of glory and a name echoing down the halls of time and a long, gentle life full of children and a quiet sort of virtue, and he’ll always go down in flames. That’s what the Iliad is all about, and the Odyssey too. When you get to Hades, you gotta have a story to tell, because the rest of eternity is just forgetting and hoping some mortal shows up on a quest and lets you drink blood from a bowl so you can remember who you were for one hour. And every bit of cultural narrative in America says that we are all Odysseus, we are all Agamemnon, all Atreus, all Achilles. That we as a nation made that choice and chose glory and personal valor, and woe betide any inconvenient “other people” who get in our way. We tell the tales around the campfire of men who came from nothing to run dotcom empires, of a million dollars made overnight, of an actress marrying a prince from Monaco, of athletes and stars and artists and cowboys and gangsters and bootleggers and talk show hosts who hitched up their bootstraps and bent the world to their will. Whose names you all know. And we say: that can be each and every one of us and if it isn’t, it’s your fault. You didn’t have the excellence for it. You didn’t work hard enough. The story wasn’t about you, and the only good stories are the kind that have big, unignorable, undeniable heroes.

After checking into the Hotel Monaco in downtown Seattle, Dana walked to Yesler Way, a steep street known as Skid Road in the 1850s, when the area was teeming with trees and a chute was used to skid logs to Henry Yesler’s sawmill. When Seattle’s city center moved north, the area became a dilapidated haven for drunks and derelicts and went from being called Skid Road to Skid Row, a term eventually used all over America to refer to a down-and-out section of a town or city.

Maite wished she had been born in Monaco or New York. Most of the girls in the comic books she read looked like they’d never set a foot in places like the Doctores. If they had toiled in poverty, then they had been lifted to a higher plane by the fat wallet of their beloved. Cinderellas, dreaming. Maite dreamed too, but nothing came of

I want the ridiculous love story of two people who will fight against all odds to be together.

I want love. The real kind where two people choose each other over and over again and never give up.

Poetry is what you can’t translate. Art is what you can’t define. Film is what you can’t explain. But we’re going to try, anyway.

Her father had grown up with The Tonys; Tony “From-Down-The-Block” LoMonaco, “Pigeon” Tony Lucia, and Tony “Two Feet” Pensiera, which got shortened to “Feet,” so even his nickname had a nickname.

I took the thin magazine from the pouch in front of me and began to thumb through it. I felt self-conscious, as if I shouldn't be there. My mind began to wander, as I knew it would, back to the boonies. I was on patrol again. Monaco was on point. Peewee and Walowick followed him. Lobel and Brunner were next, then Johnson, the sixty cradled in his arm as if it were a child. We were walking the boonies, past rice paddies, toward yet another hill. I was in the rear, and for some reason I turned back. Behind me, trailing the platoon, were the others. Brew, Jenkins, Sergeant Dongan, Turner, and Lewis, the new guys, and Lieutenant Carroll. I knew I was mixing my prayers, but it didn't matter. I just wanted God to care for them, to keep them whole. I knew they were thinking about me and Peewee.

…un monaco, il quale in ogni cosa era santissimo fuor che nell'opera delle femine; e questo sapeva sí cautamente fare che quasi niuno, non che il sapesse, ma né suspicava, per che santissimo e giusto era tenuto in ogni cosa.

The flat was large and airy, sparsely furnished with sleek, modern pieces; no walls separated living spaces, except the bedroom. Vintage posters advertising the 24 Hours of Le Mans and the Grand Prix de Monaco decorated the walls. There was a picture of Steve McQueen, leaning against his famous Ford Mustang, and another of Carroll Shelby, the legendary American automaker going face-to-face with Enzo Ferrari, his even more legendary Italian counterpart.

Remember what we’re fighting for.” “I’m trying. Today I helped to kill Angel Porrua. What was he fighting for?” “Are you serious? We’re fighting for what we believe.” “But nobody believes anything! Think about it, Louisa. The Royalists don’t want the king, the Nationalists secretly hope for partition, the Republicans want to do a deal with the Crown Prince of Monaco, the Christians are mostly atheists, and the Fundamentalists can’t agree on a single fundamental. We’re fighting and dying for nothing.

Then she remembered Safi, the prostitutes in Amsterdam, the acrobat twins, the actress in Monaco, the duchess in London. Most of all she remembered standing in the parlor of that ship and watching a Russian girl swallow his erection whole. She wished the girl had bit it off.

Life depends on the water cycle, so what’s endangered here is life itself. And we’re not talking about something that can’t be avoided because no unavoidable pollution exists. It’s all caused by man. Pollution can be prevented. It only takes the will and the means to fight it.

A modern princess—of England, say, or Monaco— serves the purpose of being an adornment in the fantasy life of the public. Consequently, she receives the kind of education that one might think of giving to a particularly splendid papier-mâché angel before putting it at the top of the Christmas tree: an education whose main goal is proficiency in the arts of looking pretty and standing straight. Our century, whatever virtues it may have, is not an optimal time for princesses. Things were different in the Renaissance. Intelligence had a primary value then. At almost every level of the social order, education was meant to create true amateurs—people who were in love with quality. A gentleman or lady needed to be at least minimally skilled in many arts, because that was considered the fittest way of appreciating the good things in life and honoring the goodness itself. Nor did being well-rounded mean smoothing over your finest points and becoming like the reflection of a smile in a polished teaspoon. Intelligence walked hand in hand with individuality, although having finely sharpened points of view did not, it was felt, require you to poke other people with them. If wit was a rapier, courtesy was the button at the end of the blade.

Anything for you." Heart, please don't melt on the doormat. "Well, now that you mention it, I did envy your McCoy Menace. You know, the one you drove in Monaco?" "I offer you the stars and you ask for my car. You truly are a girl after my heart." Liam looks at me with every ounce of love in his eyes. "Didn't you hear? I already have it.

No sensible person would prefer a computer screen to a well printed page for reading text

Loneliness was a vicious emotion. Even with everything she had ever dreamt of right at her fingertips, that silly, stupid emotion could come up at any point.

All was fair when it came to love and war. That's what her own mother had taught her. And in order to take care of yourself, you had to put yourself first. Every. Single. Time.

Relationships are all about give and take. Sometimes, all you need is a little bit of trust and faith.

Hustling was an important part of success. Innate talent was important, but it was nothing compared to the hard work that went into something.

Composure under pressure is the ultimate elegance," Marguerite advised. Anyone could be a hothead. Only few could keep cool admits flames.

Even in her youth, Charlotte knew that when people talked badly about others to you, they would soon talk badly about you - if they weren't already doing so.

Promises were strange, though. Who were they made for?

It’s not enough to want; you will have to tear your ass off the couch!

aware of the need to make it matter in some way.

avoid looking back. I prefer good memories to regrets. —GRACE KELLY

A tourist - almost by definition a person immersed in prejudice, whose interest was circumscribed, who admired the weathered faced and rustic manners of the local inhabitants, a perspective entirely contemptible but nonetheless difficult to avoid. I would have irritated myself in their position. By my presence alone, I reduced their home to a backdrop for my leisure, it became picturesque, quaint, charming, words on the back of a postcard or a brochure. Perhaps, as a tourist, I even congratulated myself on my taste, my ability to perceive this charm, certainly Christopher would have done so, it was not Monaco, it was not Saint-Tropez, this delightful rural village was something more sophisticated, something unexpected.

L'abito non fa il monaco: il giovane avviluppato negli abiti perde un impulso all'educazione fisica. Perché bisogna servirsi anche dell'ambizione e della vanità di possedere un corpo bello, ben formato, che ognuno può cercare di forgiarsi. Se oggi la perfezione corporea non fosse relegata in secondo piano dalla moda trasandata, non accadrebbe che centinaia di migliaia di ragazze siano ingannate da ripugnanti bastardi

Chi non conosce Monaco, non solo non conosce la Germania, ma neppure l'arte tedesca. Il grande amore mi aveva preso per questa città, mi prendeva la nausea ogni volta che ripensavo a ieri, a quella babilonia di razze. Il fatto che io ottenessi dalla sorte una vera contentezza interiore, è da attribuirsi alla magia che la meravigliosa residenza versa su tutti coloro i quali sono dotati non solo di intelligenza ma anche di animo sentimentale

he folded the parchment and put it away. The words raised some questions in his mind but as there was no one to ask he decided it was better to have good advice you didn’t entirely understand than poor precepts that were perfectly clear.

THIS DAY will be amazing because I decided so. And if someone will try to f*ck my day, I will smile. Because my mission is not to cry, my mission is to share happiness. And what’s your mission? Remember, only you can decide if your day will be amazing.

At a reception at the National Academy of Sciences on Constitution Avenue, which now boasts the world's most interesting statue of Einstein, a twelve foot high, full-length bronze figure of him reclining, he listened to long speeches from honorees, including Prince Albert I of Monaco, who was an avid oceanographer, a North Carolina scholar of hookworms, and a man who had invented a solar stove. As the evening droned on Einstein turned to a Dutch diplomat seated next him and said, "I've just developed a new theory of eternity.

Brook trailed a gloved hand along the door, cast one glance over her shoulder, and let herself in. She couldn't stop the grin as she gripped the wheel of the Rolls-Royce. And why should she? Only a fool would leave such a car running right outside her door and not except her to do something about it.

En wanneer ge na nog een half uur lopen dit zestiend' eeuws stadje ontdekken gaat en bij de bron op het plein uw hete handen dompelt in het ijskoude alpenwater, bedenkt ge dat het niet die geijkte namen zijn van de Azurenkust die uw gedroomd verlangen verwezenlijken. Want dat, van Monaco tot Cannes, de banaliteit van het gestandardiseerde u teleurstellen gaat; doch dat ge de kleine paden moet gaan en de stilte vinden en, ver van de autowegen ener zilverpapieren schijnwereld, alleen met u zelve en uw werkelijkheid-geworden droom, deze wereld tastbaar vindt liggen, gestrekt in de zon.

Kelly settled into a traditional role as royal consort and became a devoted mother to three children. She died, aged 52, in a car crash in 1982, and Monaco--and its prince--were never the same. Biographer Jeffrey Robinson later asked Rainier about remarrying and was told, “How could I? Everywhere I go, I see Grace.

Per poter aiutare gli altri, bisogna che non vi sia più alcuna differenza tra ciò che si insegna e ciò che si è.

The key in all situations. . . is always to know your audience. It's not about what you know or what you want to say. It's about doing all of those things at the right time for the right audience.

La guerra in Spagna era da qualche mese finita, e stava per cominciare quella mondiale, quando in una bottega di vecchi libri mi sono imbattuto nel grosso volume delle Obras di josé Ortega y Gasset pubblicato dalla Espasa—Calpe (Bilbao— Madrid—Barcelona: e questi nomi di citta‘ erano per me ancora intrisi della passione con cui avevo seguito le vicende della guerra civile) nel 1932. Un volume rilegato in tela arancione e stava accanto ad un altro di uguali dimensioni rilegato in tela rossa e che portava il timbro di un circolo socialista di Zaragoza: El capital di Marx. Era facile pensare che qualcuno li avesse portati dalla Spagna come preda di guerra: e mi commuoveva l’immagine di quel reduce dalla guerra fascista che chi sa per quale sentimento, interesse o intento si era caricato di quei due pesanti volumi, portandoli dalla Spagna in Italia. Era un’immagine che dava alla fantasia e inclinava alla retorica. Mi faceva affiorare alla mente quella frase di Shakespeare che l’anno prima il premier inglese Chamberlain aveva declamato tornando da Monaco: “Dentro una selva di pericoli abbiamo colto questo fiore” (e intendeva, il pover’uomo, il fiore della pace). Dentro i disagi, i pericoli e lo strazio della guerra — e di una guerra di cui altro non sapeva che era contro quei “rossi” di cui nulla sapeva — ecco che l’ignoto reduce italiano aveva riportato, come un fiore, dei libri. E forse non per sè. Per me, in definitiva.

…the great thing about literature is that you can imagine; the great thing about film is that you can’t.

The Relais Châteaux gourmet cuisine establishments also happened to be housed in the most splendid real estate, a bit like monasteries, on hills commanding the best views, gorgeous walled gardens, riverside banks, or ramparts in old towns belonging to another era.

I couldn’t tell anyone how I felt. I had learned not to feel, or at least not to tell anyone about my feelings. It was a matter of survival, avoiding and enduring.

It isn’t easy to look inconspicuous doing a stakeout in an Aston Martin Vanquish, but it’s easier in Monaco and Monte Carlo than just about anywhere else, and so far, no one seemed to give me a second thought.

28. Experts Should Be On Tap, Not On Top This is another piece of advice from Winston Churchill (he was a fountain of great one-liners): Experts should be on tap, not on top. I have made the mistake all too often in the past of taking experts’ advice as gold, as the only ‘right’ option. It has often been against my instinct, and it has all too frequently landed me in trouble. To let yourself be guided purely by experts is always a recipe for disaster. So-called experts might know their field, but they don’t always know the whole picture of what’s right. Especially for you. I know some very wealthy people who don’t even live where they want to because their accountant told them they could pay less tax if they bought a home in Monaco. It is as if their accountant has more of a say over their lives than their kids or partners do - and that is always a ‘false’ economy. Experts are experts because they specialize in one small part of a field. A leader’s job is to see beyond that, to see the whole picture and then to make a considered decision. The expert advice should be there to serve you: to be ‘on tap’, when you need it, but not as your only option. So when you need guidance, ‘listen’ to all the experts, assemble the knowledge in your head, sleep on it, trust your instinct (more of that later!), then make an informed, not hasty decision. By the way, the only thing worse than making a bad decision? Making no decision! So many people fail to get ahead because they can’t decide. They dither. It is natural. We all get fearful of making a bad decision - but really that is back to being scared of failing, and we know how to deal with that now, don’t we? Failing is OK. A bad decision is better than no decision. So learn to make decisions - informed, good decisions, based on good advice, but not dictated solely by the advisors. Trust your instincts, and commit to your decision. And if it proves wrong, then learn from the error, have the humility to acknowledge it, then move on - wiser and smarter. And remember, like so many things, the more you practice making decisions, the better you will become at making good decisions. You’ll never have a 100 per cent gold strike rate, but some people get pretty darned close, and if you study their habits I bet you will see some clear patterns in their decision-making. So, listen to the experts, keep them on tap, but know your own mind, know your own heart - and let these lead you to the right choices to keep you on top.

Because of their friendship, Prince Albert enthusiastically supported the Russian president and occasionally did his bidding. I’d heard stories about Putin’s enemies checking into Monaco hotels, presenting their passports, and finding themselves arrested within minutes by the local police.

Joe Saward.

A little known fact about Interpol is that it grew out of anticipation of the First World War, set up by the House of Rothschild in Vienna in 1923. The family felt it needed a special intelligence organization to watch over the interests of bankers, who were financing both sides of the war. In order not to make things look too suspicious, they called on Prince Albert I of Monaco to invite lawyers, judges and police officers from several countries to discuss international co-operation against crime.

The Basics: Monaco is a city-state on the French Riviera. It's known for its casinos, wealthy people, royal family, and yachts. Look, there's Princess Alexandra! Just kidding. You're not going to see any royals up close. And you probably don't know who Princess Alexandra is anyway.

Resistenza, alla radice, deve significare qualcosa di più di semplice resistenza alla guerra. Si tratta di resistenza a qualsiasi cosa somigli alla guerra [...]. Allora, forse, resistenza significa opposizione: non lasciarsi invadere, occupare, assassinare e distruggere dal sistema. Lo scopo della resistenza, in questo caso, è cercare di guarire sé stessi in modo da imparare a vedere con chiarezza [...]. Io credo che le comunità di resistenza dovrebbero essere luoghi dove ritornare più facilmente a sé stessi, luoghi che permettano a ognuno di guarire e recuperare la propria dignità.

La chiamavo serenità fatturatrice. Non c'era molta differenza tra il mestiere del monaco copista medievale e il mio: passavo intere giornate a copiare lettere e cifre. Il mio cervello non era mai stato tanto poco sollecitato in vita sua, e scopriva una tranquillità straordinaria. Era lo zen dei libri dei conti. Mi sorprendevo a pensare che se avessi dovuto dedicare quarant’anni della mia vita a questo voluttuoso abbrutimento, non avrei avuto niente da ridire. Pensare che ero stata tanto stupida da fare gli studi superiori. Nulla di meno intellettuale, invece, del mio cervello che in quella stupidità ripetitiva pareva sbocciare. Ero votata agli ordini contemplativi. Ora lo sapevo. La felicità era scrivere numeri guardando la bellezza.

romance moved fast, and though Evie found it hard to imagine now, once she’d been a passionate lover. Once, she’d been on fire. Evie could put her finger precisely on the moment when things changed. It was an unusually warm evening; the sun was just settling, a deep crimson in the sky and she had been feeling a little low. Dr Stackhouse put it down to the menopause. She did not want to tell him that was already well behind her. So she smiled at him, in spite of the mild embarrassment, and headed for Carlinville, a six months’ supply of St John’s Wort and Evening Primrose Oil in her bag. Her mood had not lifted in months. Maybe she already knew something had changed between them. Paul came home that day, dangled a shiny set of keys before her. ‘It’s a classic,’ he told her. He forced a smile, but there was, she knew, nothing behind it. ‘I’ve bought it for us. I thought maybe I could take you out for spins, and if the weather is fine, we could bring a picnic.’ ‘Or perhaps I could drive…’ she said hopefully. ‘Dear, Evie, we both know where that almost ended up.’ Her father had made sure it was one of the few things he told Paul. He enjoyed recounting her near brush with the law and her habit of resting a little too heavily, in his opinion, on the accelerator. ‘We don’t want you thinking you’re in Monaco, do we?’ Paul smiled. He had no idea how much his words hurt. He had no more aspirations for her than her father had. Maybe he wanted to take care of her, but all too soon, he was taking care of someone else. In his expression, her whole world seemed to topple over. She knew that he was trapped. Trapped by his love for

Ma un giorno, nel pollaio, gli venne in mente il suo vero rivale, il monaco della cerca, e disse a bruciapelo a Turla che stava entrando: "Che facesti col monaco?" "Io... Io?" "Ora nessuna mi vuole per colpa tua. Dicono che sono ingannatore." "Vattene! Vieni a dirmi queste cose?" Gli venne la voglia di batterla tanto che la prese e la baciò. Guardandola sotto il peso del suo bacio, gridò: "Ti amo!" e la baciò di nuovo. Guardandole gli occhi pieni di fumo, gridò ancora, ma tanto a bassa voce, che era la vera voce umana: "Pazzo, sto diventando, e niente tiene sapore." Le galline fecero coccodè allo scappare di Turla. I cani abbaiarono disturbati dalle galline. E Turla con la faccia cambiata - con la felicità nella carne che le faceva rumore nel capo - entrò in casa. Dove doveva mettere il sale, mise il pepe, e dove l'olio, l'aceto. La notte non riuscì a dormire e le sembrò che anche il marito stesse sveglio.

So I guess living in Monaco worked well for Janine. But under the light streaming in through the lovely ancient windows in the church, she just looked faintly frightening.

One of life's greatest truths: the very happiest of days for some end in the greatest sadness for others

John Gardner was forty-nine on the day he died; September 14, 1982. Prince Grace of Monaco died that same day. Both were victims of vehicular crashes. I sometimes found her obituary side-by-side with his. Coincidence.

«Non dico che Hitler non sia un acerrimo nemico» spiegò Peter. «Ma è un nemico ridicolo. Ridicolo d'aspetto; sbagliati sono sia lo sguardo studiato per affascinare, sia il suo modo ampolloso di parlare, sia il suo passo marziale. Ha scelto un baffetto ridicolo, probabilmente senza sapere che è identico a quello di un comico ebreo del cinema. Evita ogni parola straniera, e quando le pronuncia commette inevitabilmente un errore. A tutt'oggi è incapace di pronunciare il nome del partito da lui fondato. Gli abiti gli pendono di dosso come se li avesse presi in prestito. Quando riceve i diplomatici osserva quello che fanno per poi imitarli. Quando cena in compagnia guarda come mangiano gli altri per copiarli. In uniforme ha l'aspetto di un capostazione. Tutto questo è ridicolo. E comunque miserabile». Il caposezione era soddisfatto della sua introduzione. Gli altri gli prestavano attenzione. «Quell'uomo è l'esempio di una persona consapevole della propria ridicolezza, che quando il mondo lo prende sul serio si stupisce più del mondo stesso!» proseguì. «Quando quest'uomo cominciò, signori miei, non si peritò di ricorrere alla massima vigliaccheria alla quale possa giungere un uomo: è noto che quando la polizia reagì sparando al suo Putsch di Monaco, si riparò dietro ai bambini per non essere ferito! Dico bambini! In quattro anni di Guerra mondiale non è riuscito a superare il grado di caporale. Soltanto perché qualcuno l'ha preso sul serio, quest'uomo ridicolo, codardo, si è sentito incoraggiato a divenire sempre più imponente e marziale. Essendo lui un isterico schizofrenico e un giocatore d'azzardo, ciò è stato possibile. Per queste due ragioni tocca e si lancia nelle posizioni estreme. Poiché in campo intellettuale è al livello di un politicante da caffé, non desume la propria concezione del mondo dalla conoscenza ma dalla vendetta personale. Dato che un ebreo lo ha maltrattato al suo esame all'accademia, ora odia gli ebrei. Dato che Trotzkij ha detto di lui “Nessun bolscevico si lascerebbe neppure pulire le scarpe da lui”, è ostile al bolscevismo. Un uomo primitivo, questo dobbiamo ammetterlo. Questo primitivo è partito dall'infantile idea che dopo una guerra durata quattro anni nessuno voglia più combatterne altre. Da buon giocatore ha puntato tutto su quest'idea e ha avuto la fortuna di riuscire a bluffare il mondo, che ha preso sul serio le sue minacce. Ora viene il bello! Dopo che lui o il signor Röhm o chi altro ha appiccato il fuoco al Reichstag di Berlino e il mondo, invece di dire unanimemente “Hitler ha appicato l'incendio!” ha parlato e scritto, con la massima serietà, di “processo per l'incendio del Reichstag”; dopo che è stato accettato il voto della Saar non come una manovra di un certo signor Bürckel ma come un'elezione regolare, è accaduto un fatto mai avvenuto nella storia: una nullità che sapeva benissimo di essere - per citare il nostro festival - un Ognuno, un uomo qualunque, si è autovalutato un bilione. Anzi! Cifre astronomiche, più lo si prendeva sul serio. Signori miei! Ho udito parlare quest'uomo a Monaco. A me dà l'impressione di un clown. Tuttavia, invece di dargli l'unica risposta che si merita: una bella risata in faccia che riduca quella montatura alla nullità che è, continuiamo noi stessi a pomparla e mobilitiamo contro essa addirittura le cancellerie e la polizia!»

Suffering, though, has always been Musk’s thing. The kids at school tortured him. His father played brutal mind games. Musk then abused himself by working inhumane hours and forever pushing his businesses to the edge. The idea of work-life balance seems meaningless in this context. For Musk, it’s just life, and his wife and kids try to fit into the show where they can. “I’m a pretty good dad,” Musk said. “I have the kids for slightly more than half the week and spend a fair bit of time with them. I also take them with me when I go out of town. Recently, we went to the Monaco Grand Prix and were hanging out with the prince and princess of Monaco. It all seemed quite normal to the kids, and they were blasé about it. They are growing up having a set of experiences that are extremely unusual, but you don’t realize experiences are unusual until you are much older. They’re just your experiences. They have good manners at meals.

desk into a small and lonely light and floated in dreams on a skiff of words. He blinked away the shadows of an ominous image, something tremendous, dark, winged, blotting over the sparkle of the rising sun. Kipling stood up, one hand pressing the cloth, the other still shielding his eyes. “An airplane,” he said. The double wings dipped and a trail of black smoke stained the perfect blue sky and then the craft lurched and dropped below the level of the trees.

Non ho ben compreso, chiese un monaco, se si deve vivere e poi morire, oppure morire e poi vivere". "Noi non siamo vivi e neppure morti" disse Joshu.

She thought it strange that she had never visited Peterborough before; after all it was an incredible focal point for wealth. But after she arrived, she realized it ordered a different sort of money to the type she was used to. Peterborough’s money was active money, it was finance consortium muscle, corporate power, political influence; the only gambling here was the venture capital backing industrial research lab. Nobody hoarded money in Peterborough, they worked it; the static, emasculated trusts which enabled her patrons to indulgently through life shrank from this city’s vitality. Prior’s Fen epitomized the new culture, bold, purposeful architecture sticking two defiant fingers up to the dead past. The antithesis of Monaco.

La nostra infelice era ancora nascosta nel ventre della madre, che la sua condizione era già irrevocabilmente stabilita. Rimaneva soltanto da decidersi se sarebbe un monaco o una monaca; decisione per la quale faceva bisogno, non il suo consenso, ma la sua presenza.

Rijkaard was aware of the stars’ behaviour, but indulged them, ever the optimist that the players were mature and responsible enough to know when to draw the line. It was a mistake. And, by the middle of the 2006–07 season that started poorly in Monaco, it was a trend far too late to reverse as Barcelona’s results and their performances reflected the breakdown in discipline.

Why are you crying?” Sarah demands, wondering who she needs to kill.

I pull back a little and look up at him, eyes big. “You’d do that for me?” He furrows his brow at me. “Don’t you know I’d do anything for you?” I can’t help it. I melt a little bit when he says that.

I want true love. And a happily ever after.

he’s been my best friend and my person. I don’t know exactly how to explain what that means, but my mom says it’s someone who gets you in a different way than everyone else. Someone you can talk to or go to about anything.

I realize Aaron only ever has eyes for me. That’s what I want. A boy who thinks I’m the best thing ever. Because I am.

I look at Aaron, and he’s still smiling at me. So, I get really brave, launch myself forward, and kiss him on the lips.

Joel scowls, then turns toward the stairs. “Okay, that’s it. I’m punching him.

Still gonna marry me?” I ask. “Yep,” he says. “You’ll have to tell me I’m pretty every single day.” “Still a deal,” he says with a smile.

My cousin Andreas was the spawn of Satan, and a British lord once tried to grope me under the table at Monaco’s Rose Ball. He only stopped after I “accidentally” stabbed his hand with a fork.

As he got closer to the harbour he once again noticed how yachts in Monaco’s harbour were cathedrals of wealth, enormous floating sanctuaries where the Gods of luxury were worshipped.

The skyline was a jagged silhouette against the setting sun, a collage of monetary ambition and cultural decadence.

Formula 1 is more than just speed. It’s a sophisticated blend of precision engineering, strategic pit stops, and tire management, all set against the backdrop of intense rivalries and rich history. From the glamour of Monaco to the fast-flowing circuits of Silverstone and Monza, F1 offers a global tour of excitement, passion, and drama.

New global financial system Precisely for that same reason in August of 2011, Neil Keenan set up a meeting attended by a group of finance representatives from 57 different nations that came together off the coast of Monaco to discuss the foundation of a new global financial system, as a way of bringing down these Khazarians with their Central Banking and NWO-plans. Countries attending included Russia, China, Switzerland, The Netherlands, Brazil, Venezuela and many others, including various large power players; such as the ‘white hat’ faction (non-NWO) from The Pentagon and CIA. The East has most of the world’s gold and the documentation to legally bring down the corrupt institutions that have been illegally using the global collateral accounts. This ‘alliance’ decided to begin creating the new gold and asset-backed financial system. With this meeting heralded as the “shot heard around the world” for those “in the know”, several other nations joined later and have signed the Memorandum of Acknowledgment of this Agreement, which brought the alliance to a total of 182 participating countries. The Alliance Now, it should be clear that indeed there is a growing ‘alliance’ that is taking down the fraudulent banking cabal. Neil Keenan is about to open the global collateral accounts, which indeed is what all of the financial and political happenings on this planet have been about along– that is, ensuring complete control and the attempt to maintain secrecy over the global collateral accounts. Neil Keenan is about to do what JFK and Sukarno were close to accomplishing in 1963: the release of the global collateral accounts to completely transform the world for the better. The collateral gold assets lent to Kennedy, would have allowed him to use these assets /accounts to issue America’s own gold-backed currency ‘Treasury Notes,” that would have allowed America to break away from the false US Corporation and Federal Reserve - crime cartel - and further dismantle the rogue FBI, CIA agencies. If Kennedy and Sukarno had been successful, America would have been freed from the debt-based bondage system and the secret, Deep State government in 1963. This would also have freed the G20 nations that were being controlled by their respective central banking systems. And it also would have cancelled the unfair Bretton Woods Agreement.

The Dolphin egg cracks for The Monte Christo Crystal.

We must grasp happiness with both hands, hold tight, and armor ourselves with it against the world.

I avoid looking back. I prefer good memories to regrets.

Nothing culturally is the way it’s pumped up to be. You think that the prince of Monaco really has it that great? Or that athlete, or that actress, or that Nobel laureate, or that garbage man, or anybody? Well, they do have it great if they enjoy it and are at peace. If they’re happy in the moment a lot of the time. But this idea of being or becoming something special is really a sham. When we had the aspiration to be somebody special in a pure way, it was probably when we were like six years old. We wanted to be a fireman, or a ballerina, or something like that, and it was a genuine aspiration. Then we lost it. As our aspirations change with our age, they become less genuine. And we become less genuine because we get lost in our thoughts and our ideas of what certain things will bring us. And the truth is they won’t bring us anything. There are no things, only thoughts. And they aren’t real either. So, the only thing to aspire to, if you want to aspire to anything, is some satisfaction right now. A moment-to-moment sense of peace. A very basic thing. It’s something that we likely had when we were much younger, for the most part. And something we often do not have now.

How are you not in Monaco? Or Gstaad? Or like, anywhere with cabana boys and a swim-up bar? I mean, Chip Barclay’s daughter? In an apron? Is this for TikTok?

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A sea of faces, young, perspiring and eager, had been raised solemnly -for forty-five minutes—to the platform where Guy Francon had held forth as the speaker at the commencement exercises of the Stanton Institute of Technology, Guy Francon who had brought his own person from New York for the occasion; Guy Francon, of the illustrious firm of Francon & Heyer, vice-president of the Architects’ Guild of America, member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters, member of the National Fine Arts Commission, Secretary of the Arts and Crafts League of New York, chairman of the Society for Architectural Enlightenment of the U.S.A.; Guy Francon, knight of the Legion of Honor of France, decorated by the governments of Great Britain, Belgium, Monaco and Siam;

Perhaps love really could conquer all, and it was only a matter of finding the right person to live out your dreams with you.

There’s no past and never will be. But the future is there, and it’s waiting for you!

I am grateful to EVERYONE I have known. I am grateful even to bad people. Because they showed me how I shouldn’t behave!

Happiness is like a woman. She will run away if you don’t show her attention. That’s why you should make love with her more often!

Happiness always comes back to those whose eyes are shining! Never forget it!

The paradox is that when you plan to avoid suffering, you spend most of your time thinking about suffering, which traps you in a prison of suffering.

Please stop worrying about gossipers, trolls, commentators, bullies, chatterers, haters, envious fellows, storytellers, complainers, and other assholes, because you have better things to do than dance to their tunes.

Everything comes back like a boomerang—EVEN GOOD WORK!!!

You will ALWAYS be criticized! If you talk too little, they will say you’re shy, and if you talk too much, they will say you want to show off. So, don’t pay attention! Be yourself! Allow them to f*ck themselves.

I’ve good news for you! You can still become a happy person. I also have bad news. Your happiness can’t wait for Monday. Happiness is here, and it hurts more than you because you pressed it with your butt!

One day, you will meet someone who will love you for all of the things you once felt ashamed of. So respect your traits, your characteristics. Respect yourself as you are.

The other person’s opinion about you is not a fact, so enough stressing about what others say!

In a long-term relationship, love alone is not enough. The secret to a successful relationship is friendship + shared goals.