Moto Life Quotes

When they go low, we go high

Minu ema moto kõlab: "No kuulge! Miks peaks laskma väikesel gangreenil või tillukesel pidalitõvehool takistada teekonda hariduse juurde?!

We always leave a trail, Jude, whether we wish to or not.

My new life moto: stand for something or fall for everything. Yes, I was standing for drug use.

In the early months of World War II, San Francisco's Fill-more district, or the Western Addition, experienced a visible revolution. On the surface it appeared to be totally peaceful and almost a refutation of the term “revolution.” The Yakamoto Sea Food Market quietly became Sammy's Shoe Shine Parlor and Smoke Shop. Yashigira's Hardware metamorphosed into La Salon de Beauté owned by Miss Clorinda Jackson. The Japanese shops which sold products to Nisei customers were taken over by enterprising Negro businessmen, and in less than a year became permanent homes away from home for the newly arrived Southern Blacks. Where the odors of tempura, raw fish and cha had dominated, the aroma of chitlings, greens and ham hocks now prevailed. The Asian population dwindled before my eyes. I was unable to tell the Japanese from the Chinese and as yet found no real difference in the national origin of such sounds as Ching and Chan or Moto and Kano. As the Japanese disappeared, soundlessly and without protest, the Negroes entered with their loud jukeboxes, their just-released animosities and the relief of escape from Southern bonds. The Japanese area became San Francisco's Harlem in a matter of months. A person unaware of all the factors that make up oppression might have expected sympathy or even support from the Negro newcomers for the dislodged Japanese. Especially in view of the fact that they (the Blacks) had themselves undergone concentration-camp living for centuries in slavery's plantations and later in sharecroppers' cabins. But the sensations of common relationship were missing. The Black newcomer had been recruited on the desiccated farm lands of Georgia and Mississippi by war-plant labor scouts. The chance to live in two-or three-story apartment buildings (which became instant slums), and to earn two-and even three-figured weekly checks, was blinding. For the first time he could think of himself as a Boss, a Spender. He was able to pay other people to work for him, i.e. the dry cleaners, taxi drivers, waitresses, etc. The shipyards and ammunition plants brought to booming life by the war let him know that he was needed and even appreciated. A completely alien yet very pleasant position for him to experience. Who could expect this man to share his new and dizzying importance with concern for a race that he had never known to exist? Another reason for his indifference to the Japanese removal was more subtle but was more profoundly felt. The Japanese were not whitefolks. Their eyes, language and customs belied the white skin and proved to their dark successors that since they didn't have to be feared, neither did they have to be considered. All this was decided unconsciously.

Si hablas con la gente, sin embargo, verás que la mayoría tiene mucha más conciencia de lo que limita su libertad que de la libertad misma. Te dirán: "¿Libertad? ¿Pero de qué libertad me hablas? ¿Cómo vamos a ser libres, si nos comen el coco desde la televisión, si los gobernantes nos engañan y nos manipulan, si los terroristas nos amenazan, si las drogas nos esclavizan, y si además me falta dinero para comprarme una moto, que es lo que yo quisiera?" En cuanto te fijes un poco, verás que los que así hablan parece que se están quejando pero en realidad se encuentran muy satisfechos de saber que no son libres. En el fondo piensan: "¡Uf! ¡Menudo peso nos hemos quitado de encima! Como no somos libres, no podemos tener la culpa de lo que nos ocurra..." Pero yo soy seguro de que nadie -nadie- cree de verdad que no es libre, nadie acepta sin más que funciona como un mecanismo inexorable de relojería o como una termita. Uno puede considerar que optar libremente por ciertas cosas en ciertas circunstancias es muy difícil [...] y que es mejor decir que no hay libertad para no reconocer que libremente se prefiere lo más fácil [...]. Pero dentro de las tripas algo insiste en decirnos: "Si tú hubieras querido...".

Aidha, tunaweza kupata inkishafi kutokana na asili ya miili yetu, matukio fulani ya wakati ujao yana asili yake katika ndoto za binadamu. Ndoto hizo au maono hayo ni ishara ya kile kinachokuja mbele katika maisha ya mtu; kama vile afya, ugonjwa au hatari. Ukiota kuhusu moto, hiyo ni ishara ya hasira – unatakiwa kuwa na hekima; ukiota kuhusu mimba na unajifungua, hiyo ni ishara ya kuwa katika mchakato wa kutengeneza wazo jipya – unatakiwa kushukuru; ukiota unaruka angani, hiyo ni ishara ya tumaini – unatakiwa kushukuru; ukiota kuhusu maji au kiowevu kingine chochote kile, hiyo ni ishara ya siri na wakati mwingine ni ishara ya kuwa na matatizo ya kiafya kama utaota kuhusu maji machafu – unatakiwa kuwa msiri na msafi; ukiota kuhusu ardhi, hiyo ni ishara ya huzuni – unatakiwa kuomba; na ukiota kuhusu Yesu, hiyo ni ishara ya mafanikio – unatakiwa kushukuru.

When life hands you lemons make lemonade ! After my cancer diagnosis this became my Moto and it got me though the worst of it! I came out ahead cancer free for five years so far !!!!!

Life is incomplete without moto

I can see how the toxic nature of baggage only serves one purpose—to keep the carrier of that baggage in a self-constructed prison.

Are you two married or just shacking up? You really don’t seem like his type. You’re so—oh, how do I say this politely?—not at all like me!” “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and take that as a compliment, dear,” she responded.