Peon Quotes

For so many years I lived in constant terror of myself. Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree. I had been shackled, a prisoner in my own mind. But finally, finally, I have learned to break free.

Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.

Nix to Declan: Begin transcript— Testing. Hello, hellooo, anybody out there? Check, check, one, two. Soft pee. Puh, puh. Resonance! Sooooooft pee. Alpha bravo disco tango duck. This is Nïx! I’m the Ever-Knowing One, a goddess incandescent, incomparable, and irresistible. But enough about what you think of me. It’s a beautiful day in New Orleans. The wind is out of the east at a steady five knots and clouds look like rabbits … But enough about what you think of me! Now, down to business— Squirrel! Where was I? [Long pause] Why am I in Regin’s car? Bertil, you crawl right back out of that bong this minute! Oh, I remember! I am hereby laying down this track for Magister Declan Chase. If you are a mortal of the recorder peon class, know that Dekko and I go waaaaay back, and he’ll go berserk (snicker snicker) if he doesn’t receive this transmittal. … Chase, riddle me this: what’s beautiful but monstrous, long of tooth but sharp of tooth and soft of mind, and can never ever tell a lie? That’s right. The Enemy of Old can be very useful to you. So use him already. P.S. Your middle name’s about to be spelled r-e-g-r-e-t. And with that, I must bid you adieu. Don’t worry, we’ll catch up very soon. … [Muffled] Who’s mummy’s wittle echolocator? That’s right—you are! —End transcript

I swear the older I get, the more I value bad examples over good ones. It's a good thing too, because most people are egotistical, neurotic, self-absorbed peons, insistent on wearing near-sighted glasses in a far-sighted world. And it's this exact sort of myopic ignorance that has led to my groundbreaking new theory. I call it Mim's Theorem of Monkey See Monkey Don't, and what it boils down to is this: it is my belief that there are some people whose sole purpose of existence is to show the rest of how not to act.

Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree.

Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree..

You study any pretty democracy, from the ancient Greeks forward, and you'll see that the only way each system functions is with a working class of slaves. Peons to haul the garbage so the upper crust can campaign and vote.

What’s so funny?’ asked Peone. ‘Catholic cops are funny,’ said Lester. ‘You were listening?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Yeah? Catholic Indians are funny.’ ‘There’s lots of Catholic Indians.’ ‘There’s lots of Catholic cops.

I assumed he’d kill me, not my people. (Stryker) The man’s name is War. Did that not clue you in about his personality? This would be tantamount to meeting Peone and expecting the goddess of retaliation to forgive you and blithely walk away to let you live a happy life. (Zephyra)

There is no perfect place, job or life; we only have the present time. Love what you do, or do something else".

You’re right. So right. My heart is a god among mere mortals. A queen among peons. A rock star among the masses. There’s nothing to worry about. Everything will be okay.

Yes, there was racism, but there was also classism. You’re a high-powered corporate attorney. You’ve spent most of your life reviewing contracts, brokering deals, talking on the phone. That’s what you’re good at, that’s what made you rich and what allowed you to hire a plumber to fix your toilet, which allowed you to keep talking on the phone. The more work you do, the more money you make, the more peons you hire to free you up to make more money. That’s the way the world works. But one day it doesn’t. No one needs a contract reviewed or a deal brokered. What it does need is toilets fixed. And suddenly that peon is your teacher, maybe even your boss. For some, this was scarier than the living dead.

—La chica cabreada compartía con su novio la pasión por el ajedrez. Ellos siempre decían que el amor era como el ajedrez. Que hay gente que ama con movimientos rápidos, como los alfiles o las torres. Otros quieren de forma extraña, como los caballos. Y finalmente hay otros que son como peones, que no saben amar, sólo saben dar un paso corto, pero esos pueden llegar al final del tablero y conseguir encontrar otra forma de querer.

Valentine's day: one day day to celebrate love, friendship, give hugs and say sweet things to your loved ones? C'mon, I need an entire year of that!

Not having to eat my daily lunch on a tupperware is a much stronger deciding factor for choosing my occupation than a mere high salary

Bow down, peons,” Lincoln said. “I’m a king among men.” “Where are you coming up with this?” Cole asked him. Lincoln pointed at Jackson. “Um, hello—Jackson Burke knows my name.

Peons must have conformity. The instinct to seek it is in their souls. It is what makes them peons. It is the essence of peonhood

The best emotional relief is not venting our problems, that only fuels the pain. It is focusing on something else, taking control of our lives and staying away from people that keep reminding us about our problems.

Thus, in that inevitable taking of sides which comes from selection and emphasis in history, I prefer to try to tell the story of the discovery of America from the viewpoint of the Arawaks, of the Constitution from the standpoint of the slaves, of Andrew Jackson as seen by the Cherokees, of the Civil War as seen by the New York Irish, of the Mexican war as seen by the deserting soldiers of Scott’s army, of the rise of industrialism as seen by the young women in the Lowell textile mills, of the Spanish-American war as seen by the Cubans, the conquest of the Philippines as seen by black soldiers on Luzon, the Gilded Age as seen by southern farmers, the First World War as seen by socialists, the Second World War as seen by pacifists, the New Deal as seen by blacks in Harlem, the postwar American empire as seen by peons in Latin America. And so on, to the limited extent that any one person, however he or she strains, can “see” history from the standpoint of others.

Even in the Bible, the admonition in the Ten Commandments not to 'covet thy neighbor's wife' clearly referred not to lust in one's heart (adultery had already been covered in commandment number seven), but to the prospect of taking her as a debt-peon—in other words, as a servant to sweep one's yard and hang out the laundry.

We all have that toxic people around us that make our lives miserable... The day we take them out from our lives, we will all become better people; including them...

When you are told 'you cannot change the world', is because you are already doing it.

If I had to own a car, I rather have a small one... A small trunk will constantly remind me to pack light and remain minimalist.

I do not know what came first, the brown-nose worker or the arrogant boss; I simple hate it and I not be part of it.

I don't know what came first, the brown-nose worker or the arrogant boss; I simple hate it and I won't be part of it.

The receding waves of foreign peon labor are leaving California agriculture to the mercies of our own people. The old methods of intimidation and starvation perfected against the foreign peons are being used against the new white migrant workers. But they will not be successful.

We are all born with the universal right of being authentic.

If we think about it... There is no reason for hate in this World if everyone had the most selfish attitude of doing what they love.

Most people in a lifetime will have the opportunity to enjoy about 30,000 sunrises and 30,000 sunsets... And that is it!

Achievement is the best sleep aid pill...

Only the World will save the World! -- The key is good education.

My inner bitch could handle this peon without even breaking a sweat.

From what I see, there are only two types of pack members--the hierarchy who are power hungry and the peons who are power less. - Cody Forester, Wolfsbane Brew

Only peons made excuses for themselves, she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.

but his monumental pride prevented him from recognizing in the man any virtues beyond those that marked him as a good peon.

Don't you worry about me peon. I’m strong. I’m just cleaning my heart with the tears...

Being liked by everyone is nearly impossible; but there is certainly someone out there for whom you are the cutest, smartest, funniest and most fascinating person they will ever meet...

Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to it's whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey.

Nacieron para ser peones de la casualidad y resignarse a lo que viniera. Pertenecían al ejército, al gris ejército de los hombres que malean la atmósfera, achican la tierra y afean la vida sin propósito ni razón. - "Alhué

Dejé de ser la intermediaria entre el capataz y los peones, la responsable de todo. La mujer que acababa el día hecha jirones y que era remendada durante la noche con el único propósito de poder ser despedazada de nuevo a la mañana siguiente.

Office Peone looked at John and wondered what mental illness he had. The Seattle streets were filled with the mostly-crazy, half-crazy, nearly crazy, and soon-to-be crazy. Indian, white, Chicano, Asian, men, women, children. The social workers did not have anywhere near enough money, training, or time to help them. The city government hated the crazies because they were a threat to the public image of the urban core. Private citizens ignored them at all times of the year except the few charitable days leading up to and following Christmas. In the end, the police had to do most of the work. Police did crisis counseling, transporting them howling to detox, the dangerous to jail, racing the sick to the hospitals, to a safer place. At the academy, Officer Peone figured he would be fighting bad guys. He did not imagine he would spend most of his time taking care of the refuse of the world. Peone found it easier when the refuse were all nuts or dumb-ass drunks, harder when they were just regular folks struggling to find their way off the streets.

In my opinion, there are only two types of truly empowered people: freethinkers and the ones in power".

Every wasted minute becomes one less minute of priceless sleep time

every minute spent on good sleep, it was well spent; unless you are sleeping outside under the stars

Luck does not exist. You do it right, things go well; you do it wrong, things go bad.

My passport just identifies me; my behavior shows my real identity.

For those of us who live in a sunny and hot desert, a cloudy day is sometimes all we need to clear our minds...

My favorite political orientation is: the common sense.

The best version of ourselves is to be our true selves; perfection is not necessary.

Attitude breaks any vicious cycle

A violent society is an underdeveloped society.

Flies are annoying by nature and their behavior will never change; we can only keep them away. We should do the same with toxic people.

Desde el amanecer grupos de curiosos, impulsados por el rumor, se acercaron al montón de piedras que marcaban el lugar del asesinato de Madero y Pino Suárez en el exterior de la Penitenciaría para retratarse frente a él (...) Probablemente ni ellos ni los asesinos sabían que Madero era de familia de ricos hacendados pero curaba a los peones de su hacienda con homeopatía;vestía frac en las recepciones oficiales, pero se mordía la punta de los dedos sobre los guantes blancos; que su máxima pasión como presidente eran las largas cabalgatas por el bosque de Chapultepec; que se comunicaba con los espíritus aunque no le contestaran y que casi todos los mexicanos, o al menos muchos de ellos, sabían que era más bueno que el pan.

. . . what seems to be an isolated patch of blue mist floats lightly on the glare of the horizon. This is the peninsula of Azuera, a wild chaos of sharp rocks and stony levels cut about by vertical ravines. It lies far out to sea like a rough head of stone stretched from a green-clad coast at the end of a slender neck of sand covered with thickets of thorny scrub. Utterly waterless, for the rainfall runs off at once on all sides into the sea, it has not soil enough—it is said—to grow a single blade of grass, as if it were blighted by a curse. The poor, associating by an obscure instinct of consolation the ideas of evil and wealth, will tell you that it is deadly because of its forbidden treasures. The common folk of the neighbourhood, peons of the estancias, vaqueros of the seaboard plains, tame Indians coming miles to market with a bundle of sugar-cane or a basket of maize worth about threepence, are well aware that heaps of shining gold lie in the gloom of the deep precipices cleaving the stony levels of Azuera. Tradition has it that many adventurers of olden time had perished in the search.

El resto de nosotros, es decir, los seres anónimos, parecemos ser en el mejor de los casos objetos de la historia sin saberlo, peones de una partida de ajedrez que se desplazan hacia delante, se dejan en su sitio, se sacrifican o son abatidos y cuya vida, si es que la tienen, transcurre en un mundo totalmente distinto, sin la más mínima relación con lo que les sucede sobre el tablero de ajedrez que ocupan.

If societies change and progress at a low pace, why the need for so much rush and neglecting of what really matters in our daily lives? Slow down and enjoy life... Because it is certainly and unexpectedly short...

The symbolic power of Barack Obama’s presidency—that whiteness was no longer strong enough to prevent peons from taking up residence in the castle—assaulted the most deeply rooted notions of white supremacy and instilled fear in its adherents and beneficiaries. And it was that fear that gave the symbols Donald Trump deployed—the symbols of racism—enough potency to make him president, and thus put him in position to injure the world.

Let's never, never, never, forget these three things: An easy fun life is totally achievable. A plan and many steps may be needed. No matter how tired and deep in the mud we are, let's make sure we take one little step forward every day.

I think is inherent in humans to be driven by a cause. However, we must be able to differentiate between sensationalism and true facts. Otherwise we risk to sacrifice many things in life for the wrong cause; which may even include our own happiness.

Some of them screamed. Some of them wept. Some of them grinned like LSD was a blast. A case officer said John Stanton hatched the idea - lets flood Cuba with this shit before we invade. Langley co-signed the brainstorm. Langley embellished it: Let's induce mass hallucinations and stage the second coming of Christ!!!! Langley found some suicidal actors. Langley dolled them up to look like J.C. Langley had them set to pre-invade Cuba concurrent with the dope saturation. Peter howled. The case officer said, 'It's not funny.' A drug-zorched peon whipped out his wang and jacked off.

esos son principios: ocupa, ataca y defiende el centro de tablero; desarrolla las piezas menores; enrócate cuanto antes; no saques la dama tan rápido en el juego; evita mover la misma pieza más de una vez durante la apertura; los alfiles van mejores en juegos abiertos, los caballos en los cerrados; las torres pertenecen a las filas abiertas; no crees isla de peones; adelanta los peones pasados; crea cadenas de peones; intercambia para simplificar la posición; pon las torres detrás de los peones pasados; saca el caballo primero que su alfil; intercambia piezas para aumentar la proporción de la ventaja…

I feign knowledge of writing: that I know something about it, that I should have learned something after all these years, that I might know something tomorrow. I read too much and write too little, or write too much and live too little. I have no classical education, no literary degree. I’m not specialized, Hugoed or geniusized; should I be writing at all? In this whole vast world, I’m a female peon sitting here at night wondering what it is I want to say. I aim for fluidity. But no, nix that line, that thought, this life. That’s the crux of it, isn’t it? This life: it’s out of reach. I’m not sure what I’m saying anymore.

Every day is a micro-representation of our entire lives, it starts with us having a lot of energy and world of possibilities ahead, but if we are not careful, we can end it feeling exhausted, frustrated and leaving many things undone as time is over... Thus, let's prioritize on what really matters in life every day!

At this point I realised what it meant to be a man in India. It meant knowing what one could do and knowing what one could only get done. It meant being able to hold onto two patterns simultaneously. One was methodical, hierarchical, regulated and the outcome depended on fate, chance, kings and desperate men. The other was intuitive, illicit and guaranteed. The trick was to know when to shift between the patterns, to peel the file off a table and give it to a peon, to speak easily of one's cousin the minister or archbishop. I did not think I would ever know what these shifts entailed, and that meant, in essence, that I was never going to grow up.

What it includes is what progressives call “history from below.” Typical of this approach is Howard Zinn’s classic work, A People’s History of the United States. Zinn purports to show the discovery of America from the viewpoint of the Arawaks, the Constitution from the standpoint of the slaves, the Civil War as seen by the New York Irish, the Mexican War from the angle of deserting servicemen, the rise of industrialism as experienced by women working in the Lowell textile mills, the two world wars as seen by socialists and pacifists and postwar America’s role in the world as seen by peons in Latin America.4 Essentially Zinn uses the victim’s perspective to generate an anti-American narrative, one that is not confined to the academic sphere but has now spread virus-like through the culture.

Indian Express (Indian Express) - Clip This Article at Location 721 | Added on Sunday, 30 November 2014 20:28:42 Fifth column: Hope and audacity Ministers, high officials, clerks and peons now report for duty on time and are no longer to be seen taking long lunch breaks to soak in winter sunshine in Delhi’s parks. Reform is needed not just in economic matters but in every area of governance. Does the Prime Minister know how hard it is to get a passport? Tavleen Singh | 807 words At the end of six months of the Modi sarkar are we seeing signs that it is confusing efficiency with reform? I ask the question because so far there is no sign of real reform in any area of governance. And, because some of Narendra Modi’s most ardent supporters are now beginning to get worried. Last week I met a man who dedicated a whole year to helping Modi become Prime Minister and he seemed despondent. When I asked how he thought the government was doing, he said he would answer in the words of the management guru Peter Drucker, “There is nothing quite so useless as doing with great efficiency something that should not be done at all.” We can certainly not fault this government on efficiency. Ministers, high officials, clerks and peons now report for duty on time and are no longer to be seen taking long lunch breaks to soak in winter sunshine in Delhi’s parks. The Prime Minister’s Office hums with more noise and activity than we have seen in a decade but, despite this, there are no signs of the policy changes that are vital if we are to see real reform. The Planning Commission has been abolished but there are many, many other leftovers from socialist times that must go. Do we need a Ministry of Information & Broadcasting in an age when the Internet has made propaganda futile? Do we need a meddlesome University Grants Commission? Do we need the government to continue wasting our money on a hopeless airline and badly run hotels? We do not. What we do need is for the government to make policies that will convince investors that India is a safe bet once more. We do not need a new government that simply implements more efficiently bad policies that it inherited from the last government. It was because of those policies that investors fled and the economy stopped growing. Unless this changes through better policies, the jobs that the Prime Minister promises young people at election rallies will not come. So far signals are so mixed that investors continue to shy away. The Finance Minister promises to end tax terrorism but in the next breath orders tax inspectors to go forth in search of black money. Vodafone has been given temporary relief by the courts but the retroactive tax remains valid. And, although we hear that the government has grandiose plans to improve the decrepit transport systems, power stations and ports it inherited, it continues to refuse to pay those who have to build them. The infrastructure industry is owed more than Rs 1.5 lakh continued... crore in government dues and this has crippled major companies. No amount of efficiency in announcing new projects will make a difference unless old dues are cleared. Reform is needed not just in economic matters but in every area of governance. Does the Prime Minister know how hard it is to get a passport? Does he know that a police check is required even if you just want to get a few pages added to your passport? Does he know how hard it is to do routine things like registering property? Does he know that no amount of efficiency will improve healthcare services that are broken? No amount of efficiency will improve educational services that have long been in terminal decline because of bad policies and interfering officials. At the same time, the licence raj that strangles private investment in schools and colleges remains in place. Modi’s popularity with ordinary people has increased since he became Prime Minister, as we saw from his rallies in Kashmir last week, but it will not la

No existe nada mejor para entender la mente de otra persona que hacer lo mismo que ella. Con esa simple acción, Ana comprendió que para Aleksi Sibelius los turistas eran peones dispuestos a ser sacrificados a cambio de un beneficio mayor. Y eso hacía que dividiera el mundo en dos tipos de personas: los que mandaban y los que obedecían, donde estos últimos ignoraban qué razones había detrás del dinero que recibían.

Apuesto a que te dijo que fue "el destino el que te trajo aquí", ¿verdad? Creen que son peones en manos de seres superiores, cuando en realidad son peones en manos de sus propias subconscientes, que se han desbocado.

This story created a sensation when it was first told. It appeared in the papers and many big Physicists and Natural Philosophers were, at least so they thought, able to explain the phenomenon. I shall narrate the event and also tell the reader what explanation was given, and let him draw his own conclusions. This was what happened. A friend of mine, a clerk in the same office as myself, was an amateur photographer; let us call him Jones. Jones had a half plate Sanderson camera with a Ross lens and a Thornton Picard behind lens shutter, with pneumatic release. The plate in question was a Wrattens ordinary, developed with Ilford Pyro Soda developer prepared at home. All these particulars I give for the benefit of the more technical reader. Mr. Smith, another clerk in our office, invited Mr. Jones to take a likeness of his wife and sister-in-law. This sister-in-law was the wife of Mr. Smith's elder brother, who was also a Government servant, then on leave. The idea of the photograph was of the sister-in-law. Jones was a keen photographer himself. He had photographed every body in the office including the peons and sweepers, and had even supplied every sitter of his with copies of his handiwork. So he most willingly consented, and anxiously waited for the Sunday on which the photograph was to be taken. Early on Sunday morning, Jones went to the Smiths'. The arrangement of light in the verandah was such that a photograph could only be taken after midday; and so he stayed there to breakfast. At about one in the afternoon all arrangements were complete and the two ladies, Mrs. Smiths, were made to sit in two cane chairs and after long and careful focussing, and moving the camera about for an hour, Jones was satisfied at last and an exposure was made. Mr. Jones was sure that the plate was all right; and so, a second plate was not exposed although in the usual course of things this should have been done. He wrapped up his things and went home promising to develop the plate the same night and bring a copy of the photograph the next day to the office. The next day, which was a Monday, Jones came to the office very early, and I was the first person to meet him. "Well, Mr. Photographer," I asked "what success?" "I got the picture all right," said Jones, unwrapping an unmounted picture and handing it over to me "most funny, don't you think so?" "No, I don't ... I think it is all right, at any rate I did not expect anything better from you ...", I said. "No," said Jones "the funny thing is that only two ladies sat ..." "Quite right," I said "the third stood in the middle." "There was no third lady at all there ...", said Jones. "Then you imagined she was there, and there we find her ..." "I tell you, there were only two ladies there when I exposed" insisted Jones. He was looking awfully worried. "Do you want me to believe that there were only two persons when the plate was exposed and three when it was developed?" I asked. "That is exactly what has happened," said Jones. "Then it must be the most wonderful developer you used, or was it that this was the second exposure given to the same plate?" "The developer is the one which I have been using for the last three years, and the plate, the one I charged on Saturday night out of a new box that I had purchased only on Saturday afternoon." A number of other clerks had come up in the meantime, and were taking great interest in the picture and in Jones' statement. It is only right that a description of the picture be given here for the benefit of the reader. I wish I could reproduce the original picture too, but that for certain reasons is impossible. When the plate was actually exposed there were only two ladies, both of whom were sitting in cane chairs. When the plate was developed it was found that there was in the picture a figure, that of a lady, standing in the middle. She wore a broad-edged dhoti (the reader should not forget that all the characters are Indians), only the upper half of her

A las seis de la tarde la ciudad caía en manos de los consumidores. A lo largo de toda la jornada la ocupación de la población productora era producir: producían bienes de consumo. A una hora determinada, como por el disparo de un interruptor, dejaban de producir y, ¡andando!, se lanzaban todos a consumir. A diario, una floración impetuosa no acababa de abrirse tras los escaparates iluminados, ni los rojos chorizos de estar colgando, las torres de platos de porcelana de alzarse hasta el techo, las piezas de tejidos desplegarse y disponer la muestra como colas de pavo real, y ya irrumpía el gentío consumidor a desmantelar, a roer, a palpar, a arramblar con todo. Una fila ininterrumpida serpeaba por las aceras y soportales, se alargaba a través de las puertas cristaleras en los comercios de alrededor de todos los mostradores, impelida por los codazos de cada quisque en las costillas de cada prójimo a modo de continuos golpes de émbolo. ¡Consumid!, y tocaban los artículos y los dejaban y vuelta a tocarlos y se los arrebataban mutuamente de las manos; ¡consumid!, y obligaban a las pálidas dependientas a desplegar sobre tablero más y más ropa blanca; ¡consumid!, y los carretes de cordel encarnado giraban como peones y las hojas de papel floreado sacudían sus alas envolviendo las compras en paquetitos, y los paquetitos en paquetes y los paquetes en paquetones, atado cada uno con su nudo de lazada. Y sucesivamente paquetones paquetes paquetitos bolsas bolsicos se arremolinaban alrededor de la caja en un atasco insoluble, manos que hurgaban en los bolsillos buscando los bolsicos y dedos que hurgaban en los bolsicos buscando los sueltos, y allá abajo, en un bosque de piernas desconocidas y faldones de gabanes, los niños, que ya no eran llevados de la mano, se perdían y lloraban.

It’s the same thing as any colonial structure anywhere: The business of making money depends on having a peon culture.

For so many years I lived in constant terror of myself. Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree. I had been shackled, a prisoner in my own mind. But finally, finally, I have learned to break free.

The East India Company ensured that both growing opium and selling it were to be British government monopolies. The facts were laid out in an 1838 account: Throughout all the territories within the Company’s jurisdiction, the cultivation of the poppy, the preparation of the drug, and the traffic in it, […] are under a strict monopoly…the growing of opium is compulsory on the part of the ryot. Advances are made by Government through its native servants, and if a ryot refuses the advance, ‘the simple plan of throwing the rupees into his house is adopted; should he attempt to abscond, the peons seize him, tie the advance up in his clothes, and push him into his house. The business being now settled, and there being no remedy, he applies himself, as he may, to the fulfilment of his contract…’14 The evils which the cultivation of opium entails upon our fellow-subjects in India, arise partly from the ryots in the opium districts of Patna and Benares being compelled to give up fixed portions of their lands for the production of the poppy.

La herencia, la sugestión y otras causas externas los mueven de un lado a otro como peones en el tablero de ajedrez de la vida.

viewpoint of the Arawaks, of the Constitution from the standpoint of the slaves, of Andrew Jackson as seen by the Cherokees, of the Civil War as seen by the New York Irish, of the Mexican war as seen by the deserting soldiers of Scott’s army, of the rise of industrialism as seen by the young women in the Lowell textile mills, of the Spanish-American war as seen by the Cubans, the conquest of the Philippines as seen by black soldiers on Luzon, the Gilded Age as seen by southern farmers, the First World War as seen by socialists, the Second World War as seen by pacifists, the New Deal as seen by blacks in Harlem, the postwar American empire as seen by peons in Latin America.

I am convinced that a better future will come for our planet in general, when the chemistry behind our emotions is thoroughly taught at school".

Life is so short and I am so convinced of what I want in life, that I first change the entire World before changing my mind!

Freedom is all or nothing. With the likes of this would-be heartrending rabble, these pseudopathetic peons beating his battering rams against the gates, Dio knew that, in time, he was sure to smash them down. When freedom expands to mean freedom of instinct and social destruction, then freedom is dead.

[I]n that inevitable taking of sides which comes from selection and emphasis in history, I prefer to try to tell the story of the discovery of America from the viewpoint of the Arawaks, of the Constitution from the standpoint of the slaves, of Andrew Jackson as seen by the Cherokees, of the Civil War as seen by the New York Irish, of the Mexican war as seen by the deserting soldiers of Scott’s army, of the rise of industrialism as seen by the young women in the Lowell textile mills, of the Spanish-American War as seen by the Cubans, the conquest of the Philippines as seen by black soldiers on Luzon, the Gilded Age as seen by southern farmers, the First World War as seen by socialists, the Second World War as seen by pacifists, the New Deal as seen by blacks in Harlem, the postwar American empire as seen by peons in Latin America. And so on, to the limited extent that any one person, however he or she strains, can “see” history from the standpoint of others.

It took an inner spirit of remarkable strength to see oneself as more than a peon, enslaved to other men's wishes, when that was all one had ever known. Fitz

Un líder no fabrica peones, sino personas

Anyway, in the interim since I turned writer—a good thirty years—I have hobnobbed with all varieties of man, from the highest to the lowest. I have know intimately saints and seers as well as those whom we disdainfully refer to as "the dregs of humanity." I don't know to which group I am more indebted. But I do know this—if we were suddenly faced with an overwhelming calamity, if I had to choose just one man with whom I would share the rest of my life in the midst of chaos and destruction, I would pick that unknown Mexican peon whom my friend Doner brought one day to clear the weeds in our garden. I no longer remember his name, for he was truly without name.

Her lips thinned, but she ignored the bait. “Schedules have been moved up in all departments, you know. Claire received her new reproduction assignment. It didn’t include Tony.” “Reproduction assignment? You mean, having a baby?” Leo could feel his face flushing. Somewhere within him, a long-controlled steam pressure began to build. “Do you hide what you’re really doing from yourselves with those weasel-words, too? And here I thought the propaganda was just for us peons.” Yei started to speak, but Leo overrode her, bursting out, “Good God! Were you born inhuman, or did you grow so by degrees—M.S., M.D., Ph.D. . . .” Yei

—Somos peones en un juego de otros.

Life is like an ongoing theater performance, absolutely everyone has a role; thus, how good are you performing your role?

We all eventually and inevitably are going to leave this world, the beautiful thing is that we can all choose what to do with our lives in the meantime

Nowadays, every wasted minute becomes one less minute of priceless sleep time

Every minute spent on good sleep, it was well spent; unless you are sleeping outside under the stars.

I do not care what was first, the brown nose worker or the arrogant boss; I simply hate it and will not be part of it.

Imagine you are going on vacation to a fun place where you can relax, eat well and enjoy your hobbies... What would you put in your suitcase? Now, let's imagine you decide to live a permanently fun life where you live... What are you waiting to get rid of what did not fit in your luggage?

When it becomes clear that Good Negro Government might, in some way, empower actual Negroes over actual whites, then the fear sets in, the affirmative-action charges begin, and birtherism emerges. And this is because, at its core, those American myths have never been colorless. They can not be extricated from the theory that a class of people carry peonage in their blood. That peon class provided the foundation on which all those myths and conceptions were build. And as much as we can theoretically imagine a seamless black integration into the American myth, the white part of this country remembers the myth as it was conceived.

Pah!” Schulman spat, glowering. “I chased him off. Two days ago I found one of my peons sleeping in the barn when he was supposed to be working, and I woke him with a buggy whip. Pelao snatched the whip away from me and threatened me with it, so I ran him off. Good riddance. I never trusted him anyway. There’s nothing worse than an uppity Chichimeca.

Something in the back of my mind is nagging me, disappointed in me, telling me I should be one of them, that I should be as defeated as they are. But, I'm not. I can't be that girl anymore. For so many years I lived in constant terror of myself. Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree. I had been shackled, a prisoner in my own mind. But finally, finally, I have learned to break free.

let the peons we pee upon deal with those minor threats

I had three choices when I didn't get into college due to financial issues i.e., to be part of the goons, to be peon of any govt. official or either to be a daily wages worker, but in the meantime I created my fourth option i.e., Bihar needs change, and that's thought to bring change shaped me as a Ranjan Mistry.

El juego siempre era así. Los peones se sacrificaban para que la Reina pudiera coronarse.

Por último, les dejaba un consejo que se ha convertido en una especie de consigna de la familia: “recuerden que no son más pero tampoco menos que nadie. Traten de vivir entre iguales; trabajen pero no manden, ni tampoco obedezcan” Esta misma recomendación, que todavía seguimos en la casa, es la que hace que nos quieran y nos odien. Más que mandar, explicamos, pedimos; y más que obedecer, decidimos si lo que nos piden es razonable, se puede hacer y está bien pedido. Ser desobedientes y poco mandones, en un país de peones y capataces, siempre ha sido algo extraño, atípico, antipático. No nos gusta que otros nos hagan las cosas, pero tampoco hacer las cosas de los otros. Preferimos hacerlo todo con las propias manos, y si necesitamos ayuda, de todas maneras somos los primeros en meter el hombro. Y metemos el hombro por otros, siempre y cuando ellos también trabajen y no se queden mandando y mirando, como si fueran de otra casta o de mejor familia. Eso no lo aguantamos

La mujer que teniendo su marido dueño de ingenio ó hacienda y conozca, ó se llame espiritista ó cristiana debe procurar no ataviarse con lujo, ni usar prendas, ni hacer gastos inútiles. Debe visitar las familias de sus peones, que le producen la riqueza que poseen y continuan aumentándola y observar en que forma viven, si carecen de lo útil y necesario, como lo son las camas, sillas y demás utensilios; si la casa en que viven no se moja, y si se puede habitar en ellas de acuerdo con la higiene. Si ella viviría con gusto en ella.

I prefer to try to tell the story of the discovery of America from the viewpoint of the Arawaks, of the Constitution from the standpoint of the slaves, of Andrew Jackson as seen by the Cherokees, of the Civil War as seen by the New York Irish, of the Mexican war as seen by the deserting soldiers of Scott’s army, of the rise of industrialism as seen by the young women in the Lowell textile mills, of the Spanish-American war as seen by the Cubans, the conquest of the Philippines as seen by black soldiers on Luzon, the Gilded Age as seen by southern farmers, the First World War as seen by socialists, the Second World War as seen by pacifists, the New Deal as seen by blacks in Harlem, the postwar American empire as seen by peons in Latin America.

Si crees que concentrarte en tus piezas y peones es suficiente para asegurar tu victoria, estás absolutamente equivocado. Debes observar las piezas enemigas y sus movimientos, lo cual es un elemento crucial en este juego.