Od Morning Quotes

I'm thinking that after last night you shouldn't have to spend your morning in a hospital finding out if my mother has tried to OD." "And I'm thinking that after last night I want to be anywhere you are and if that means being in a hospital asking about your mother, then so be it.

No more junk talk, no more lies. No more mornings in the hospital getting bad blood drained out of me. No more doctors trying to analyse what makes me a drug addict. No more futile attempts at trying to control my heroin use. No more defending myself when I know I am practically indefensible. No more police using me as practice. No more ODs, no more losses. No more trying to take an intellectual position on my heroin addiction when it takes more than it gives. No more dope-sick mornings, no more slow suicide, no more pain without end. No more AA. No more NA. No more mind control. No more being a victim, no more looking for reasons in childhood, in God in anything but what exists in HERE. No more admitting I am powerless. Down the dusty Los Angeles sidewalks, down the urine stained London back alleys … there goes the connection fading into the crowd like a 1960’s Polaroid. “Business…?” “Whachoo need…?” “Chiva…?

So now George has arrived. He is not nervous in the least. As he gets out of his car, he feels an upsurge of energy, of eagerness for the play to begin. And he walks eagerly, with a springy step, along the gravel path past the Music Building toward the Department office. He is all actor now—an actor on his way up from the dressing room, hastening through the backstage world of props and lamps and stagehands to make his entrance. A veteran, calm and assured, he pauses for a well-measured moment in the doorway of the office and then, boldly, clearly, with the subtly modulated British intonation which his public demands of him, speaks his opening line: "Go od morning!" And the three secretaries—each one of them a charming and accomplished actress in her own chosen style—recognize him instantly, without even a flicker of doubt, and reply "Good morning!" to him. (There is something religious here, like responses in church—a reaffirmation of faith in the basic American dogma that it is, always, a good morning. Good, despite the Russians and their rockets, and all the ills and worries of the flesh. For of course we know, don't we, that the Russians and the worries are not really real? They can be un-thought and made to vanish. And therefore the morning can be made to be good. Very well then, it is good.)

Da... ona... to je tvoja baka. Bila je mlađa. Nikada je nisi video kao mlađu, ali ona ima... ona je imala najsilovitija osećanja koja sam ikada video kod nekog ljudskog bića, kada bi se naljutila umela je da rastera punu kafanu odraslih ljudi, a kada je bila srećna... tome se nije moglo odoleti, Noanoa. Bila je prirodna sila. Sve ono što jesam potiče od nje, ona je bila moj Veliki prasak. Kako si se zaljubio u nju?, pita dečak. Deda spušta jednu šaku na svoje koleno, a drugu na dečakovo. Mislim da se izgubila u mom srcu. Nije mogla da pronađe izlaz. Tvoja baka je oduvek imala loš smisao za orijentaciju. Umela je da se izgubi i na pokretnim stepenicama. Usledio je njegov smeh, pucketav i krckav, kao da je dim od suvih drva u njegovom stomaku. Zagrlio je dečaka. Nikada se nisam zapitao kako sam se ja zaljubio u nju, Noanoa. Samo obrnuto.

No Shows I woke up this morning but there were some no shows. My wife, Darcy, died of pancreatic cancer at 31; one day she came from a routine checkup and the next month she was gone. My oldest daughter, Jenna, was 9 at the time, and 9 years later she OD’d on something; I asked the coroner not to tell me ‘what’ but ‘why’? My youngest daughter, Sylvia, hasn’t talk to me since, so I guess that counts as a no show. My parents are long gone, my brothers and sisters, dispersed over the world, rarely email. My cousins, uncles, aunts, are all distant or deceased. So when I woke up this morning, I counted the no shows like sheep and fell back into a welcome sleep where everyone still showed up.

od the Father revealed Himself to Old Testament believers before the coming of His Son and was known to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob as God Almighty. Then Jesus came, and the ever-blessed Son in His own proper person was the delight of His people’s eyes. At the time of the Redeemer’s ascension, the Holy Spirit became the head of the present era, and His power was gloriously displayed in and after Pentecost. He remains at this hour the present Immanuel—God with us, dwelling in and with His people, quickening, guiding, and ruling in our lives.