Pavlov Quotes

If Pavlov tested his cat he would have failed.

I'm not close to him." He looked at me defiantly. "But he's put his whole life into this. He's no Freud or Jung or Pavlov or Watson, but he's doing something important and I respect his dedication - maybe even more because he's just an ordinary man trying to do a great man's work, while the great men are all busy making bombs.

Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong and the final decisions are made in silent rooms. Tell him to be different from other people if it comes natural and easy being different. Let him have lazy days seeking his deeper motives. Let him seek deep for where he is a born natural. Then he may understand Shakespeare and the Wright brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov, Michael Faraday and free imaginations Bringing changes into a world resenting change. He will be lonely enough to have time for the work he knows as his own.

Do not become a mere recorder of facts, but try and penetrate the mystery of their origin.

I didn't know you owned clothes with colors." "I have a few things that aren't black." "Of course you do, darling. Only all the ones I've seen are very small, and I get to take them off with my teeth. You've trained me to salivate at the sight of color, like one of Pavlov's dogs. Your top is making me very hungry.

His voice worked on me like an aphrodisiac. I was wet and ready. I had been since he began speaking. For two months, I'd been trapped in a Fae-induced sexual frenzy, having constant, incredible sex with him, while listening to his voice, smelling his scent. Like one of Pavlov's dogs, I'd been conditioned by repeated stimuli to have a guaranteed response. My body anticipated, greedily expected pleasure in his presence. I inhaled, caught myself straining for the scent of him, forced it back out, and closed my eyes, as if maybe I could hide behind my own lids from an ironic truth : V'lane and Barrons had swapped roles. I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince. Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

A bell rings and Pavlov's dog has a fucking seizure on the dance floor.

Science is opposed to theological dogmas because science is founded on fact. To me, the universe is simply a great machine which never came into being and never will end. The human being is no exception to the natural order. Man, like the universe, is a machine. Nothing enters our minds or determines our actions which is not directly or indirectly a response to stimuli beating upon our sense organs from without. Owing to the similarity of our construction and the sameness of our environment, we respond in like manner to similar stimuli, and from the concordance of our reactions, understanding is born. In the course of ages, mechanisms of infinite complexity are developed, but what we call 'soul' or 'spirit,' is nothing more than the sum of the functionings of the body. When this functioning ceases, the 'soul' or the 'spirit' ceases likewise. I expressed these ideas long before the behaviorists, led by Pavlov in Russia and by Watson in the United States, proclaimed their new psychology. This apparently mechanistic conception is not antagonistic to an ethical conception of life.

So that's the telephone? They ring, and you run.

I must endure, fighting the temptation simply to become slack-jawed like most of my school 'peers' (they wish!), who will themselves into a collective, vacant, trancelike state for the duration of each class. (Although I sometimes secretly envy their ability to empty their minds completely for a full fifty minutes, reanimating only at the sound of a bell, like Pavlov's dogs...)

If you want a new idea, read an old book. —attributed to Ivan Pavlov (among others)

Eventually, even Pavlov found that when he heard a bell he had the overwhelming urge to feed a dog.

I'll be Pavlov, you be the dog.

But Pavlov purely for a good purpose. Pavlov for friendliness and trust and compassion. Whereas you prefer to use Pavlov for brainwashing, Pavlov for selling cigarettes and vodka and patriotism. Pavlov for the benefit of dictators, generals and tycoons.

In 1965, a psychologist named Martin Seligman started shocking dogs. He was trying to expand on the research of Pavlov--the guy who could make dogs salivate when they heard a bell ring. Seligman wanted to head in the other direction, and when he rang his bell, instead of providing food, he zapped the dogs with electricity. To keep them still, he restrained them in a harness during the experiment. After they were conditioned, he put these dogs in a big box with a little fence dividing it into two halves. He figured if the dog rang the bell, it would hop over the fence to escape, but it didn't. It just sat there and braced itself. They decided to try shocking the dog after the bell. The dog still just sat there and took it. When they put a dog in the box that had never been shocked before or had previously been allowed to escape and tried to zap it--it jumped the fence. You are just like these dogs. If, over the course of your life, you have experienced crushing defeat or pummeling abuse or loss of control, you convince yourself over time that there is no escape, and if escape is offered, you will not act--you become a nihilist who trusts futility above optimism. Studies of the clinically depressed show that they often give in to defeat and stop trying. . . Any extended period of negative emotions can lead to you giving in to despair and accepting your fate. If you remain alone for a long time, you will decide loneliness is a fact of life and pass up opportunities to hang out with people. The loss of control in any situation can lead to this state. . . Choices, even small ones, can hold back the crushing weight of helplessness, but you can't stop there. You must fight back your behavior and learn to fail with pride. Failing often is the only way to ever get the things you want out of life. Besides death, your destiny is not inescapable.

Science demands from a man all his life. If you had two lives that would not be enough for you. Be passionate in your work and in your searching.

Perfect as the wing of a bird may be, it will never enable the bird to fly if unsupported by the air. Facts are the air of science. Without them a man of science can never rise.

Ako moram da padnem, potrudiću se da padnem na odskočnu dasku.

Pavlov made another significant discovery: the conditioned reflex could be developed most easily in a quiet laboratory with a minimum of disturbing stimuli. Every trained of animals knows this from his own experience; isolation and the patient repetition of stimuli are required to tame wild animals.

What do I look like when I’m sleeping?” “You look like forever.

Ten minutes later she came in with the syringe, the Betadine, and the electric knife. Paul began to scream at once. He was, in a way, like Pavlov’s dogs.

Ako ne možeš da prođeš kroz zid, onda ga preskoči. Ako ne možeš da ga preskočiš, provuci se ispod njega. Ne gledaj na granice koje drugi postavljaju - to su samo ograničenja ograničenih. Ne postavljaj ih ni sebi, jer za posebne ljude ne postoji kraj. Postoji samo večnost. Uhvati je...

Pavlov was fascinated with the “ideas of the opposite”. Call it a cluster of cells, somewhere on the cortex of the brain. Helping to disintiguish pleasure from pain, light from dark, dominance from submission….but when somehow – starve them, traumatize, castrate them send them over into one of the transmarginal phases, past borders of their waking selves, past equivalent and paradoxical phases – you weaken this idea of the opposite, and here all at once is the paranoid patient, who would be master, yet now feels himself a slave…..who would be loved, but suffers his world’s indifference, and “I think”, Pavlov writing to Janet, “it is precisely the ultraparadoxical phase which is the base of the weakening of the idea of the opposite in our patients. Our madmen, , our paranoid, maniac, schizoid, morally imbecilic. Spectro shakes his head. “You are putting response before stimulus. Not at all. Think about it. He is out there, he can feel them coming, days in advance, but it is a reflex. A reflex to something that is in the air right now, something were too coarsely put together to sense, but Slothrop can.

In a moment of crisis we don't act out of reasoned judgment but on our conditioned reflexes. We may be able to send men to the moon, but we'd better remember we're still closely related to Pavlov's dog. Think about driving a car: only the beginning driver thinks as he performs each action; the seasoned driver's body works kinesthetically . . .A driver prevents an accident because of his conditioned reflexes; hands and feet respond more quickly than thought. I'm convinced the same thing is true in all other kinds of crisis, too. We react to our conditioning built up of every single decision we've made all our lives; who we have used as our mirrors, as our points of reference. If our slow and reasoned decisions are generally wise, those which have to be made quickly are apt to be wise, too. If our reasoned decisions are foolish, so will be those of the sudden situation.

Word of how the flatworm turned … how the lab rat had risen up … how Pavlov’s dog rang Pavlov’s bell and took notes on it … oh, word of all this circulated quickly, too, and everyone, from Number 1 to Number 8, was quite delighted. There was no indication, however, then or later, that Dr. Gladys Loring was amused in the slightest.

Bez obzira da li je to negde zapisano, znam da ću uspeti. Ako to nije predodređeno, predodrediću, ili ako nije suđeno, ja ću to da uradim. Ako stignem do granice, precrtaću je, ako naiđem na kraj, stvoriću od njega početak.

Why only send one? Send them all. Oh! But send only one a day, at the same time every day. Then he’ll be watching his phone like a hawk every night at 10:00 p.m. He’ll be like Pavlov’s dogs, but happier, with both saliva and a boner.

He's no Freud or Jung or Pavlov or Watson, but he's doing something important and I respect his dedication-maybe even more because he's just an ordinary man trying to do a great man's work, while the great men are all busy making bombs.

He was perfectly unattainable. The worst kind of torture, yet I just kept falling deeper. I was no longer harnessed to any sort of safe space. I was just falling a little more every day, knowing how much it was going to hurt when it ended.

Why was I so drawn to a woman who insulted me every time I saw her?

Trauma is the ultimate thief. It may have robbed your past, but only you can let it rob your future.

People are savages. Their civilized behaviour is only a conditioned response.

I am pain-stricken to say, that today’s so-called modern humans are all like the dogs in Pavlov’s experiment. Pavlov used a bell to manipulate the mind of his dogs, and today, social media platforms are using people’s own beloved smartphones to manipulate them.

Since Pawlow and his pupils have succeeded in causing the secretion of saliva in the dog by means of optic and acoustic signals, it no longer seems strange to us that what the philosopher terms an 'idea' is a process which can cause chemical changes in the body.

I have a few things that aren't black." "Of course you do darling. Only the ones I've seen are very small, and I get to take them off with my teeth. You've trained me to salivate at the sight of color, like one of Pavlov's dogs. Your top is making me very hungry

The difference between having a job and having a vocation is that a job is some unpleasant work you do in order to make money, with the sole purpose of making money. There are plenty of jobs because there is still a certain amount of dirty work that nobody wants to do, and that therefore they will pay someone to do it. There is essentially less and less of that kind of work because of mechanization. If you do a job with the sole purpose of making money, you are absurd, because if money becomes the goal–and it does if you work that way–you begin increasingly to confuse it with happiness or with pleasure. Yes, one can take a handful of crisp one dollar bills and practically water your mouth over it, but this is a kind of person who is confused like a Pavlov dog, who salivates on the wrong bell.

When Rin Tin Tin first became famous, most dogs in the world would not sit down when asked. Dogs performed duties: they herded sheep, they barked at strangers, they did what dogs do naturally, and people learned to interpret and make use of how they behaved. The idea of a dog's being obedient for the sake of good manners was unheard of. When dogs lived outside, as they usually did on farms and ranches, the etiquette required of them was minimal. But by the 1930s, Americans were leaving farms and moving into urban and suburban areas, bringing dogs along as pets and sharing living quarters with them. At the time, the principles of behavior were still mostly a mystery -- Ivan Pavlov's explication of conditional reflexes, on which much training is based, wasn't even published in an English translation until 1927. If dogs needed to be taught how to behave, people had to be trained to train their dogs. The idea that an ordinary person -- not a dog professional -- could train his own pet was a new idea, which is partly why Rin Tin Tin's performances in movies and onstage were looked upon as extraordinary.

You were always my forever. It just took us a little bit to figure it out.

You will never lose me. There is no world in which I could exist that didn’t have you in it.

I had all these plans, and I was hung up on them for the wrong reasons. Life was happening right in front of my eyes, all while I was planning for a different one.

Duboko verujem da se veličina jednog čoveka ne ogleda u tome koliko ume, zna i može već koliko je spreman da podeli sa onima koji to isto nemaju, ne znaju i ne mogu.

If you love someone, there’s no running from it. And when you find it, it sure is worth the fight.

You know you’ve always been my favorite, Ever. Distance didn’t change that.

If canines can be conditioned to salivate over nonexistent food, may not men one day be likewise taught to salivate at the prospect of nonexistent facts?

The first bell rang and like Pavlov's dogs, people started rushing around and filling the halls.

You want me to chase you, sweetheart?” he said, not hiding his sarcasm. “Because I will. If that’s what you need. But I want you in my bed. I want to wrap myself around you and wake up to you in the morning.

Heroji ljubavi, oni pravi, ne pamte se dugo, nisu bitni za istoriju, ali u sebi poseduju nešto vrednije, jače od bilo kog vida herojstva. Njihovi postupci se beleže samo u srcima, opstaju zakopani do poslednjeg otkucaja, što je dovoljno dugo da bi ostali zapamćeni onima zbog kojih su to herojstvo činili. Pravim herojima je to dovoljno.

What is highly arousing for most people causes an HSP to become very frazzled indeed, until they reach a shutdown point called “transmarginal inhibition.” Transmarginal inhibition was first discussed around the turn of the century by the Russian physiologist Ivan Pavlov, who was convinced that the most basic inherited difference among people was how soon they reach this shutdown point and that the quick-to-shut-down have a fundamentally different type of nervous system.

One can truly say that the irresistible progress of natural science since the time of Galileo has made its first halt before the study of the higher parts of the brain, the organ of the most complicated relations of the animal to the external world. And it seems, and not without reason, that now is the really critical moment for natural science; for the brain, in its highest complexity—the human brain—which created and creates natural science, itself becomes the object of this science.

This is us. You and me. You can keep fighting it if you want, and I’ll just be here waiting until you admit what we both know.” He continued kissing down my neck. “And what’s that?” I whispered over a moan. “That when we’re together, we want one another.

The difference between having a job and having a vocation is that a job is some unpleasant work you do in order to make money, with the sole purpose of making money. There are plenty of jobs because there is still a certain amount of dirty work that nobody wants to do, and that therefore they will pay someone to do it. There is essentially less and less of that kind of work because of mechanisation. If you do a job with the sole purpose of making money, you are absurd, because if money becomes the goal–and it does if you work that way–you begin increasingly to confuse it with happiness or with pleasure. Yes, one can take a handful of crisp one dollar bills and practically water your mouth over it, but this is a kind of person who is confused like a Pavlov dog, who salivates on the wrong bell.

It isn't the sort of argument Pointsman relishes either. But he glances sharply at this young anarchist in his red scarf. "Pavlov believed that the ideal, the end we all struggle toward in science, is the true mechanical explanation. He was realistic enough not to expect it in his lifetime. Or in several lifetimes more. But his hope was for a long chain of better and better approximations. His faith ultimately lay in a pure physiological basis for the life of the psyche. No effect without cause, and a clear train of linkages. "It's not my forte, of course," Mexico honestly wishing not to offend the man, but really, "but there's a feeling about that cause-and-effect may have been taken as far as it will go. That for science to carry on at all, it must look for a less narrow, a less . . . sterile set of assumptions. The next great breakthrough may come when we have the courage to junk cause-and-effect entirely, and strike off at some other angle." "No - not 'strike off.' Regress. You're 30 years old, man. There are no 'other angles.' There is only forward - into it – or backward.

I kada vas gađaju kamenjem, guraju u stranu, vuku unazad, vi nastavite. Sledite svoj cilj, polako koračajte, istrpite svaku nedaću i uspeh je neminovan. Onda ćete se osvrnuti, pogledati sve njih, bednike, koji i dalje stoje na istom mestu i rade to isto drugima. Ovog puta, vas će veličati, govoreći da su oni zaslužni za vaš uspeh. Oprostite i sažalite se, neka nisu pomogli, vi ste uspeli, a oni su ostali iza vas.

We play in twelve rounds. The present against me. I lost the previous eleven. Defeat after defeat. And now I am waiting for the last round. The key round. The fact that I did not fall so far gives me more strength. It’s only now that I hope to win, by knock-out, because the fate is too tired from punches that it will eventually fall by itself. And maybe it will fall on knees when it realizes that I am not going to fall.

Sometimes I believe that in life every promise should be taken with suspicion, disbelief, even as a lie because it features knights in the world without knights can not exist. Increasingly it seems that the people make promises lightly, and even easier to not fulfill. I believe that the main task of each of us to make this world a better position, so that all become knights, the swords do not carry it, but the words behind which we stand.

And when you're shooting at rocks, pushed aside, pulled back, you proceed. Follow your goal, slowly walk the, endure any adversity and success is inevitable. Then you look back, look at all of them, the needy, who are still standing in the same place and do the same to others. This time, you will extol, saying that they are responsible for your success. Forgive and feel sorry for yourself, have not helped you succeed, and they were left behind.

To all the dreamers who beat to their own drum… Keep dreaming my friends. We only get one chance at this life, so, dance in the closet, sing in the rain and embrace everything that makes you unique. The brightest lights were never meant to be dimmed. They were meant to light up the room. Hugs & Love, Laura

Ono što ponekad vidimo, što nam otkupi i ukrade poglede, ne predstavlja istinit odraz, već samo viziju, čudnovatu fatamorganu lepote. Prava vrednost je duša, u njoj je skrivena naša spoljašnjost, naš sjaj, koji nekako nikad ne bledi, ne nestaje, dar od Boga koji, istaknut na pravi način, premašuje vidljivo i govori nam o slepilu površnosti. Uvek treba zaviriti u dušu, jer je u njoj, duboko, poput lavirinta, skrivena naša istinska lepota, naš žar, vatra i savršenstvo.

Pavlov formulated his findings into a general rule in which the speed of learning positively correlated with quiet isolation. The totalitarians have followed this rule. They know they can condition their political victims most quickly if they are kept in isolation. In the totalitarian technique of thought control, the same isolation applied to the individual is applied also to the groups of people. This is the reason the civilian populations of the totalitarian countries are not permitted to travel freely and are kept away from mental and political contamination. It is the reason, to, for the solitary confinement cell and the prison camp.

Naš narod ti je takav da ne trpi žive junake, nikako mu ne prija da neko bude bolji ili veći od njega, ili da pojavom pokazuje vrednosti koje su mnogima nedostižne. Zato su ti kod nas svi heroji mrtvi. Živih nema, a iako se pojave, sami ih pobijemo kako bismo im što pre stavili oreol iznad glave i govorili o njihovom junaštvu. Mi smo mrtvima spremni da oprostimo sve, čak i veličinu, znajući da oni ne mogu ustati da se izmere, niti ospore, pa tako lakše ravnamo naše reči sa njihovim delima.

Signal learning (or classical or Pavlovian conditioning) is the simplest example [of learning without consciousness]. If a light signal immediately followed by a puff of air through a rubber tube is directed at a person's eye about ten times, the eyelid, which previously blinked only to the puff of air, will begin to blink to the light signal alone, and this becomes more and more frequent as trials proceed. Subjects who have undergone this well-known procedure of signal learning report that it has no conscious component whatever. Indeed, consciousness, in this example the intrusion of voluntary eye blinks to try to assist the signal learning, blocks it from occurring.

I can’t stop thinking about you. Wanting you. Even though I know I shouldn’t.

My cock was like thirty-one flavors of orgasms.

What are you going to do, Romeo? Beat up anyone who scares me?” “Yes. I’d be fine with that. It would be good for my training anyway.

You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right?” he whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Wanting you. Even though I know I shouldn’t.

I’d like to take some self-defense lessons. I wanted to see if you had anyone here at the gym who could train me?” “Did someone fucking touch you?

I think you’re a little scared of me, Romeo.” She didn’t have a fucking clue. She terrified me. The way she made me feel. The way I wanted her. All of it.

Like a bee to honey, in a sea of people, my gaze always found hers.

This man owned me. He owned my body, and he owned my heart. Two things I’d never planned to give away.

I love you, Ruby. I love you in a way I never knew I was capable of. And I will fight for you, for us, every fucking day.

Burping. Farting. Giving one another shit. It was what we did best.

This isn’t a fucking fling. I’ve loved you my entire life, Reese Murphy. That will never fade.

You are my dream come true, Finn Reynolds. I have loved you since my earliest memory, and I will love you for as long as I’m on this earth.

Now that we’re friends, you can call me Beefcake. That’s what all my friends call me. And if we’re going to be neighbors, we should be friends for sure. You can even be my girl.

I’m going to call you Sunny. Because the word sun is at the end of your name, and I think you feel like sunshine.

Cutler slowly came back to life, and he put his hand on my cheek. “You know you’re my girl forever now.” I nodded. “I like the sound of that.

I’ve never wanted anyone the way that I want you, and that’s the fucking truth. I don’t know what it means, but I know what I’m feeling is different.

Nash had completed me in ways I wasn’t ready to say aloud yet, and so had his son. These two had been the reason I smiled every day now.

Emerson is my girl. It doesn’t matter how long she stays. I’ll still love her no matter where she lives,” he said, and my fucking chest squeezed at his words.

Lincoln – he owned my heart. He made my life better. He loved me in a way I’d never known was even possible. And I loved him just as fiercely. He didn’t define me. He completed me.

reminded him of the great scientists who have been Christians—from Newton and Kepler to Pavlov and the discoverer of anaesthetics, Sir James Simpson. Luca said, “They conformed to the conventions of the time.” I said, “Do you know the declaration of Louis Pasteur, who discovered microbes and vaccination? ‘Je crois comme une charbonnière le plus que je progresse en science.

Ah no,” he said, “I see the source of the misunderstanding now. No, look, you see what happened was that we used to do experiments on them. They were often used in behavioral research, Pavlov and all that sort of stuff. So what happened was that the mice would be set all sorts of tests, learning to ring bells, run round mazes and things so that the whole nature of the learning process could be examined. From our observations of their behavior we were able to learn all sorts of things about our own …” Arthur’s voice trailed off. “Such subtlety …” said Slartibartfast, “one has to admire it.” “What?” said Arthur. “How better to disguise their real natures, and how better to guide your thinking. Suddenly running down a maze the wrong way, eating the wrong bit of cheese, unexpectedly dropping dead of myxomatosis. If it’s finely calculated the cumulative effect is enormous.” He paused for effect. “You see, Earthman, they really are particularly clever hyper-intelligent pandimensional beings. Your planet and people have formed the matrix of an organic computer running a ten-million-year research program…. Let me tell you the whole story.

Nekad verujem da u životu svako obećanje treba prihvatiti sa dozom sumnje, neverice, čak i kao laž, jer viteške karakteristike u svetu bez vitezova ne mogu postojati. Sve više mi se čini da danas ljudi olako daju obećanja, a jos lakše ih neispunjavaju. Verujem da je osnovni zadatak svakog od nas da ovaj svet načinimo boljim, da svi postanemo vitezovi, ne po mačevima koje nosimo, već po rečima iza kojih stojimo.

I will walk through fire for you and Cutler. You’ve filled a void that I didn’t even know existed. And as corny as it sounds, you complete me, Emerson. You complete us. You are the missing piece that made us a family.

I know this is just two neighbors having some fun, and it can’t go anywhere, but I don’t know… I feel like you’ve brought me back to life in a way, Nash. So, if this all ends right now, today, thank you for doing that.

Pesnik se ne postaje, pesnik se rađa. On je sposoban da vidi nevidljivo, oseti neosetljivo, primeti neprimetno, zamisli nestvarno i naposletku ga pretvori u stvarnost. Pesnik nikada ne može biti u potpunosti shvaćen; on ne vidi danas ili sutra; njemu se to čini stranim, čudnim, iako su za pesnike čuda retka. On ne gleda ni na budućnost kao drugi ljudi, već poput Tvorca, sve posmatra kroz prizmu večnosti, vezujući celokupnu istoriju čovečansta u jedan jedini trenutak. Pesnik - to je glasnik budućnosti i donosilac objašnjenja iz prošlosti. Njemu je interval vremena stran; on broji osećanja, traga za novim, nesebično se trudi da poezijom predstavi stvarnost onakvom kakva je, ne kako je drugi vide. Ta je stvarnost ispunjena osećanjima, snagom, radošću, pokličima pobede ili neretko tugom. Ali, kod njega ni tuga nije obična ili krajnja. Odista, samo je pesnik sposoban da tugu pretvori u slavu.

She groaned after taking her first bite of a meatball. “Don’t you think my pops has the best balls?” Cutler said as he looked at her, too. She finished chewing, a wide grin on her face, as she nodded. “Yep. He’s definitely got the best balls in town.

Pops didn’t like you when you first moved in, but now I see him looking over at your house all the time when we’re outside.” When did Cutler start throwing me under the fucking bus? I raised a brow and looked at him. “What? You know it’s true, Pops,

The pull that I feel toward you is different from anything I’ve ever felt before. So, I’m trusting it.” She looked away, staring out at the water. “I think you’re going to break my heart, Lincoln Hendrix.” “That’s just fear talking, sweetheart. I get it. What’s happening here is scary as shit.” I chuckled. “But since when do you or I let fear stop us from anything?” She turned to face me as a tear slipped down her cheek. “I’ve never felt like this. And it terrifies me.” “I’ve got you, Brinkley Reynolds.

Romeo Knight can fuck off. I’ve never judge him. He doesn’t have a clue about my life. We’ve never even spoken before today. He’d made his mind up about me before he walked through the door.” “You are so right. He’s an asshole. But damn, he is a good-looking asshole, am I right?

I knew I’d done the right thing. I knew who River was, and I had faith that he would figure it out. That we would figure it out. I wasn’t taking a risk on a man who wasn’t willing to fight for me. To apologize when he was wrong. And look me in the eye and tell me that he loves me.

Reese fucking Murphy was more than just my best friend. She was the woman I wanted to be mine. I didn’t know when it happened, but I knew it now in my gut. I didn’t know if she’d ever feel the same about me. But I was going to do everything in my power to show her that we were meant to be together.

Facebook Sonnet Facebook is not just injurious to health, It's now a full-on humanitarian crisis. If you think it's just a harmless bad habit, You're fanning the flames of social necrosis. Social media ought to make people social, Not make pavlov's dogs out of humanity. Yet all that facebook actually does today, Is drive society towards clinical insanity. Social media is not necessarily bad, So long as it doesn't feed on our stability. Yet facebook has devised the perfect algorithm, To learn, pump and monetize human instability. Facebook is the definition of what AI must be not. Algorithm without humanity is mental holocaust.

but I don’t weaponize love.” “What does that mean?” I asked, as I turned her small hand over in mine and traced the scar that had faded on her palm. “It means that I don’t hold love over people’s heads. I’m careful about who I love, and when I love someone, it’s forever. I can’t just turn it on and off, and I don’t think you can either.

I don’t know how it happened, but somewhere along the way of keeping it casual, I fell in love with you, Nash Heart. I didn’t know it could feel like this, and it scares the shit out of me … You’ve changed everything. But I know without a shadow of a doubt that I love you. I love the man that you are. The father that you are. And I love your little boy.

You just got out of a long relationship, and I’m the fucking rebound guy. I know that. I signed up for that… “You aren’t the rebound guy, Nash. You were never the rebound guy.” ... “What am I, then?” “You’re the man who put me back together and made me realize how good things could be. You’re the man I think about every second of the day. It was never like this for me before.

How, exactly, do you think about me? As your enemy?” He signed like he was completely frustrated that I was making him spell it out for me. “Most of the time, I think about you naked. I think about the way you’d taste. The way you’d respond when I touched you. The way your lips would feel against mine. The way you’d look when you came for me.” Hello Romeo Knight. The Golden Boy had entered the arena. And I… Was. Here for it.

Emerson,” I said, reaching for her hand before resting it against my heart. My large hand over her smaller one. “This right here. It beats every time I look at you. Every time you laugh. Every time you smile. Every time you walk toward me. It’s always beat for my son, but I swear to God, my fucking heart beats for you now, too. You brought a part of me back to life. A part that I didn’t even realize was gone. I love you, and it scares the shit out of me.

Wait till you try the ‘sketti and meatballs. My grandpa says my pops has got the best balls in town.” Emerson spewed beer across the counter and then jumped to her feet with surprise. I barked out a laugh and grabbed some paper towels, making my way over to her and wiping the counter before pausing as I stood in front of her. My gaze locked with hers. “Do my balls make you nervous?” She pinned her bottom lip between her teeth. “Everything about you makes me nervous.

Jer, ma koliko to čudno zvučalo, ljubav se uvek može uporediti sa mačem sa dve oštrice. Prva oštrica, udaljenija, poput Eskalibura prividno budi najčistija osećanja, preplavljujući telo nekom začaranom energijom. Blagotvornom. Snažnom. Okrepljujućom. Ona je ta koja naše ciljeve načini ostvarljivim. Drugu oštricu ne vidimo. Ona jeste bliža, samo, od uprtih pogleda ka prvoj, mi se ne osvrćemo. Vidici su nam suženi. Tupi. Neretko, poneseni zaslepljenošću, ne upotrebljavamo svest, zdrav razum, pa tako nesvesni sami sebi nabijamo vrh oštrice u srce. Nakon toga, postajemo slabi, krhki, ranjivi… Tu ranjivost, taj neuspeh, ispoljavamo pogrešno. Kroz ljutnju. Bes. Trudimo se da prikrijemo stvarno stanje, sve više upadajući u vrtlog izgubljenosti, jer nas rđa i bezljubavna hladnoća oštrice sve više prlja Ipak, lek postoji. Ali se pametni leče. Oni drugi nastavljajući sa povređivanjem, ne primećuju da lek postoji u isto tako naoštrenom maču. Samo treba usmeriti pažnju na prvu oštricu. Tu se zapravo krije eliksir izlečenja. Ne u oštrici.Već u iskustvu. Svakom se dogodi.