Perl Quotes

I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

Lose your mind and come to your senses.

Lief. That's not nice, considering all your sister has done for you," admonished Perl. "Oh right. How could I forget that she made me bait for a snake, left me on house arrest in Ixia, and smuggled me into the Keep in a coffin.

Gestalt Prayer I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, And if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

...nobody can stand truth if it is told to him. Truth can be tolerated only if you discover it yourself because then, the pride of discovery makes the truth palatable.

Perl – The only language that looks the same before and after RSA encryption.

The person most in control is the person who can give up control.

A thousand plastic flowers don't make a desert bloom. A thousand empty faces don't fill an empty room".

Ein Optimist ist ein Mensch, der ein Dutzend Austern bestellt, in der Hoffnung, sie mit der Perle, die er darin findet, bezahlen zu können.

I am not in this world to live up to other people's expectations, nor do I feel that the world must live up to mine.

Teaching means to show a person that something is possible.

When they first built the University of California at Irvine they just put the buildings in. They did not put any sidewalks, they just planted grass. The next year, they came back and put the sidewalks where the trails were in the grass. Perl is just that kind of language. It is not designed from first principles. Perl is those sidewalks in the grass.

Aimer ou avoir aimée, cela suffit. Ne demandez rien ensuite. On n'a pas d'autre perle à trouver dans les plis ténébreux de la vie. Aimer est un accomplissement.

Where is the graveyard of dead gods? What lingering mourner waters their mounds? There was a time when Jupiter was the king of the gods, and any man who doubted his puissance was ipso facto a barbarian and an ignoramus. But where in all the world is there a man who worships Jupiter today? And who of Huitzilopochtli? In one year - and it is no more than five hundred years ago - 50,000 youths and maidens were slain in sacrifice to him. Today, if he is remembered at all, it is only by some vagrant savage in the depths of the Mexican forest. Huitzilopochtli, like many other gods, had no human father; his mother was a virtuous widow; he was born of an apparently innocent flirtation that she carried out with the sun. When he frowned, his father, the sun, stood still. When he roared with rage, earthquakes engulfed whole cities. When he thirsted he was watered with 10,000 gallons of human blood. But today Huitzilopochtli is as magnificently forgotten as Allen G. Thurman. Once the peer of Allah, Buddha and Wotan, he is now the peer of Richmond P. Hobson, Alton B. Parker, Adelina Patti, General Weyler and Tom Sharkey. Speaking of Huitzilopochtli recalls his brother Tezcatlipoca. Tezcatlipoca was almost as powerful; he consumed 25,000 virgins a year. Lead me to his tomb: I would weep, and hang a couronne des perles. But who knows where it is? Or where the grave of Quetzalcoatl is? Or Xiuhtecuhtli? Or Centeotl, that sweet one? Or Tlazolteotl, the goddess of love? Of Mictlan? Or Xipe? Or all the host of Tzitzimitl? Where are their bones? Where is the willow on which they hung their harps? In what forlorn and unheard-of Hell do they await their resurrection morn? Who enjoys their residuary estates? Or that of Dis, whom Caesar found to be the chief god of the Celts? Of that of Tarves, the bull? Or that of Moccos, the pig? Or that of Epona, the mare? Or that of Mullo, the celestial jackass? There was a time when the Irish revered all these gods, but today even the drunkest Irishman laughs at them. But they have company in oblivion: the Hell of dead gods is as crowded as the Presbyterian Hell for babies. Damona is there, and Esus, and Drunemeton, and Silvana, and Dervones, and Adsullata, and Deva, and Bellisima, and Uxellimus, and Borvo, and Grannos, and Mogons. All mighty gods in their day, worshipped by millions, full of demands and impositions, able to bind and loose - all gods of the first class. Men labored for generations to build vast temples to them - temples with stones as large as hay-wagons. The business of interpreting their whims occupied thousands of priests, bishops, archbishops. To doubt them was to die, usually at the stake. Armies took to the field to defend them against infidels; villages were burned, women and children butchered, cattle were driven off. Yet in the end they all withered and died, and today there is none so poor to do them reverence. What has become of Sutekh, once the high god of the whole Nile Valley? What has become of: Resheph Anath Ashtoreth El Nergal Nebo Ninib Melek Ahijah Isis Ptah Anubis Baal Astarte Hadad Addu Shalem Dagon Sharaab Yau Amon-Re Osiris Sebek Molech? All there were gods of the highest eminence. Many of them are mentioned with fear and trembling in the Old Testament. They ranked, five or six thousand years ago, with Yahweh Himself; the worst of them stood far higher than Thor. Yet they have all gone down the chute, and with them the following: Bilé Ler Arianrhod Morrigu Govannon Gunfled Sokk-mimi Nemetona Dagda Robigus Pluto Ops Meditrina Vesta You may think I spoof. That I invent the names. I do not. Ask the rector to lend you any good treatise on comparative religion: You will find them all listed. They were gods of the highest standing and dignity-gods of civilized peoples-worshiped and believed in by millions. All were omnipotent, omniscient and immortal. And all are dead.

Mais Paris est un véritable océan. Jetez-y la sonde, vous n'en connaîtrez jamais la profondeur. Parcourez-le, décrivez-le : quelque soin que vous mettiez à le parcourir, à le décrire ; quelques nombreux et intéressés que soient les explorateurs de cette mer, il s'y rencontrera toujours un lieu vierge, un antre inconnu, des fleurs, des perles, des monstres, quelque chose d'inouï, oublié par les plongeurs littéraires.

Learning is the discovery that something is possible

Une perle naquit au coin de son œil, s’accrocha à ses cils, captant la lumière des étoiles jusqu’à ce que, trop lourde de douleur refoulée, elle roule sur sa joue et se perde dans la nuit.

You cannot achieve happiness. Happiness happens and is a transitory stage. Imagine how happy I felt when I got relief from bladder pressure. How long did that happiness last?

I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, And if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

I have one aim only: to impart a fraction of the meaning of the word now.

Le bonheur est cette danse où l'on s'approche et l'on s'écarte sans se perdre. Il est même fait des larmes des longues séparations à condition que viennent les retrouvailles.

Si ton cœur est plein de perles, imite l'huître, ferme bien ton cœur.

Don't push the river, it flows by itself.

Just because you've been hurt doesn't mean you've been forbidden from happiness.

I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I. And if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.

Man transcends himself only via his true nature, not through ambition and artificial goals.

Voyager, c'est vivre dans toute la plénitude du mot; c'est oublier le passé et l'avenir pour le présent; c'est respirer à pleine poitrine, jouir de tout, s'emparer de la création comme d'une chose qui est sienne, c'est chercher dans la terre des mines d'or que personne n'a fouillées, dans l'air des merveilles que personne n'a vues, c'est passer après la foule et ramasser sous l'herbe les perles et les diamants qu'elle a pris, ignorante et insoucieuse qu'elle est, pour des flocons de neige et des gouttes de rosée.

I am not in this world to live up to other people's expectations, nor do I feel that the world must live up to mine

Lose your mind and come to your senses. FRITZ PERLS

Perl doesn't have an infatuation with enforced privacy. It would prefer that you stayed out of its living room because you weren't invited, not because it has a shotgun

Cu fulgi de nea pe pleoape sau arşiţă de vară, Acelaşi Christ rămâne plângând lângă trădare, Iertând-o, o preschimbă în perle şi-o presară Pe fruntea nemuririi, pe-a crucii-mbrăţişare.

That war [Bosnian war] in the early 1990s changed a lot for me. I never thought I would see, in Europe, a full-dress reprise of internment camps, the mass murder of civilians, the reinstiutution of torture and rape as acts of policy. And I didn't expect so many of my comrades to be indifferent - or even take the side of the fascists. It was a time when many people on the left were saying 'Don't intervene, we'll only make things worse' or, 'Don't intervene, it might destabilise the region. And I thought - destabilisation of fascist regimes is a good thing. Why should the left care about the stability of undemocratic regimes? Wasn't it a good thing to destabilise the regime of General Franco? It was a time when the left was mostly taking the conservative, status quo position - leave the Balkans alone, leave Milosevic alone, do nothing. And that kind of conservatism can easily mutate into actual support for the aggressors. Weimar-style conservatism can easily mutate into National Socialism. So you had people like Noam Chomsky's co-author Ed Herman go from saying 'Do nothing in the Balkans', to actually supporting Milosevic, the most reactionary force in the region. That's when I began to first find myself on the same side as the neocons. I was signing petitions in favour of action in Bosnia, and I would look down the list of names and I kept finding, there's Richard Perle. There's Paul Wolfowitz. That seemed interesting to me. These people were saying that we had to act. Before, I had avoided them like the plague, especially because of what they said about General Sharon and about Nicaragua. But nobody could say they were interested in oil in the Balkans, or in strategic needs, and the people who tried to say that - like Chomsky - looked ridiculous. So now I was interested.

Un sorriso su una collana di perle; una fila di chicchi di grandine, ghirlanda di garofani bianchi. Ricciolo arruffato di capelli quale un fiume di notte; bellezza che rallegra il cuore, così perfetta che vedendola l'alba impallidisce di gelosia.

Muschio, il suo respiro; rose, la sua guancia; perle, i suoi denti, e una bevanda che inebria, l'acqua della sua bocca. La vita, quella di un ramoscello; le natiche, dune di sabbia inarcate; tenebra i capelli e il volto come un disco lunare luminoso.

I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am me. And if by chance we find each other, it will be beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped.

Every individual, every plant, every animal has only one inborn goal—to actualize itself as it is.

I had set off, going straight ahead, to escape a broken heart. I had been walking for three hours, wherever the forest took me.

Le storie ci fanno cambiare. E certi incontri ci rovesciano sul dorso, come succede alle tartarughe. Ci costringono a lasciarci sopraffare

We must, for instance, face the fact that we blandly commit what to the experimentalist is the most unpardonable of sins: we include the experimenter in the experiment!

At the age of five, Gustav Perle was certain of only one thing: he loved his mother.

Too many people were obsessed with their heads and were alienated from their bodies, Perls believed, adding: “We have to lose our minds and come to our senses.

Y si uno se niega a recordar sus sueños, uno se niega realmente a encarar su propia existencia -a encarar lo que está mal en su existencia. Uno evita luchar con asuntos desagradables.

Für den Dichter ist die Perle eine Träne des Meeres; für die Orientalen ein fest gewordener Tautropfen; für die Frauen ein längliches Kleinod von durchsichtigem Glanz und Perlmutterstoff, welches sie am Finger, Hals oder Ohr tragen; für den Chemiker eine Mischung von phosphorsaurem und kohlensaurem Salz mit ein wenig Leim, und endlich für den Naturkundigen nur eine krankhafte Ausscheidung des Organes, welches bei einigen zweischaligen Muscheln die Perlmutter erzeugt.

You have to hang on for the thunderstorm to end so you can get the sunshine you've deserved.

La felicità è quella danza in cui ci si avvicina e ci si allontana, senza perdersi

and don't tell me there isn't one bit of difference between null and space, because that's exactly how much difference there is

[Monty] talks about Fritz Perls and the Gestalt theory. The here and now is the only time that exists. And being yourself. Not accepting yourself, not taking yourself for granted. Being yourself. Your self. Monty defines 'normality' as a contententment with who you are.

I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.

Happiness is a dance where each step brings you closer together or farther apart, but you never lose sight of one another. You could even say that it's made from the tears of separations, safe in the knowledge that there will always be reunions.

One snake wasn’t enough. Time for Perl’s suggestion. I handed everyone two capsules and a pin. “Get as close to the guards as you can. Poke a small hole in the capsule and squirt the liquid near them. Don’t get it on you,” I instructed. “Why not?” Leif asked. “You’ll have a necklace snake trying to mate with you.” “Gee, Yelena. I’m so glad you’re home,” Leif grumbled. “It’s good to know Mother is doing something useful with her time.” “I thought your mother madeperfumes,” Moon Man said. “It all depends on how you look at it

You get over heartbreak but then that person will forever have a place in your heart. You want to leave space for that person you willy truly fall in love with, forever.

Психотик говорит: «Я – Авраам Линкольн», невротик: «Мне бы хотелось быть таким, как Авраам Линкольн», здоровый: «Я – таковой, какой я есть».

By remaining alert in the centre, we can acquire a creative ability of seeing both sides of an occurrence and completing an incomplete half.

Things change as they are discovered.

The three chief virtues of a programmer are: Laziness, Impatience and Hubris

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Awareness is like the glow of a coal which comes from its own combustion... In awareness a process is taking place in the coal (the total organism).

A quel point la culpabilité raffinait-elle les façons de se torturer, enfilant les perles du détail en boucle sans fin, un chapelet à égrener pour la vie !

Oysters speaking doesn't give a pearl. (Les huîtres qui parlent - N'ont pas de perle)

Now, from the crown of my head to the curve of my toe-nails, there was an unguent for every part of me - oil for my eyebrows and cream for my lashes; a jar of tooth-powder, a box of blanc-de-perle; polish for my fingernails and a scarlet stick to redden my mouth; tweezers for drawing the hairs from my nipples, and a stone to take the hard flesh from my heels.

Apart from detailed analysis and taking apart (destruction), there can be no close contact, excited discovery, and true love of any object (which, as we use the term, always includes persons).

Le poison de Venise, c’est la féerie d’une architecture de songe dans la douceur d’une atmosphère de soie ; ce sont les trésors des siècles, amassés là par une race de marchands et de pirates, la magnificence de l’Orient et de l’ancienne Byzance miraculeusement alliée à la grâce de l’art italien, les mosaïques de Saint-Marc et le revêtement rosé du palais ducal ; le poison de Venise, c’est la solitude de tant de palais déserts, le rêve des lagunes, le rythme nostalgique des gondoles, le grandiose de tant de ruines ; dans des colorations de perles —perles roses à l’aurore et noires au crépuscule —, le charme de tristesse et de splendeur de tant de gloires irrémédiablement disparues ; et dans le plus lyrique décor dont se soit jamais enivré le monde, la morbide langueur d’une pourriture sublime.

Se il grido è continuo, niente sarà più visibile". "Bingo! Ogni grido deve essere seguito da un silenzio perché se ne senta l'eco. Chi urla di continuo il proprio dolore non ne vedrà mai il volto, proprio come quelli che si ostinano a tacerlo. È la lezione dei pipistrelli: per vedere il volto di ciò che ti fa soffrire, devi fare del tuo dolore una collana che alterna perle di silenzio alle perle delle tue grida".

Thomas Jefferson thought that the United States ought to have a revolution every generation so that democracy could periodically purge itself of contaminants. He meant political revolutions; we have watered down his advice and created a succession of “lifestyle” revolutions instead. Just at the point when a radical innovation or movement might begin to elicit significant discussion within our social order, it makes the cover of Time and receives testimonials from one or two Hollywood stars. Thus elevated into harmlessness, it is soon discarded, leaving little more than a vague, residual stain on our cultural fashions.

Era appena pomeriggio, ma strisciai a letto. Gli occhi leggermente velati di lacrime. Turbato da ostinati pensieri. La depressione era assenza di pensiero, e lacrime, il dolore inconsapevole di un animale. Qualche ora più tardi, ebbi una folgorazione. Non ero depresso. Ero triste. Quel minuscolo frammento di dolore era tutto mio. Restai steso lì, nell’oscurità, a giocare con le idee nella mia mente come fossero perle.

Une goutte de pluie tomba dans la mer, et fut tout interdite. "Ô mer, s'écria-t-elle, je suis si peu de chose dans ton immensité!" Pour la récompense de son humilité, Dieu ordonna à un coquillage de l'abriter et de la nourrir. Elle se transforma en une perle splendide, que l'on incrusta dans la couronne d'un roi. Dieu lui fit cet honneur, parce qu'elle avait été humble. Elle vécut, parce qu'elle s'était comparée au néant.

A couple of years ago, I ran into someone at a trade show who was representing the NSA (National Security Agency). He mentioned to someone else in passing that he'd written a filter program in Perl, so without telling him who I was, I asked him if I could tell people that the NSA uses Perl. His response was, "Doesn't everyone?" So now I don't tell people the NSA uses Perl. I merely tell people the NSA thinks everyone uses Perl. They should know, after all.

Larry Wall, who created the programming language Perl, once said, “When they first built the University of California at Irvine they just put the buildings in. They did not put any sidewalks; they just planted grass. The next year, they came back and put the sidewalks where the trails were in the grass. Perl is just that kind of language. It is not designed from first principles. Perl is those sidewalks in the grass.” Hashtags, @replies, and retweets emerged in just that way.

Gestalt therapist Fritz Perls: ‘I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.

Liebe braucht Kontakt, nicht Vermeidung des Kontakt. Die Liebe braucht das Hier und Jetzt der Begegnung. Liebe ist nichts Statisches, sie bedeutet Auseinandersetzung, meint gemeinsames Wachstum, nachdem der Thrill der Verliebtheit vorüber ist. Liebe ist (auch) Arbeit. (Fritz Perls)

Anticipating their calamity and fright when deportation day came (August 6, 1942) he [Henryk Goldszmit, pen name: Janusz Korczak] joined them aboard the train bound for Treblinka, because, he said, he knew his presence would calm them—“You do not leave a sick child in the night, and you do not leave children at a time like this.” A photograph taken at the Umschlagplatz (Transshipment Square) shows him marching, hatless, in military boots, hand in hand with several children, while 192 other children and ten staff members follow, four abreast, escorted by German soldiers. Korczak and the children boarded red boxcars not much larger than chicken coops, usually stuffed with seventy-five vertical adults, though all the children easily fit. In Joshua Perle’s eyewitness account in The Destruction of the Warsaw Ghetto, he describes the scene: “A miracle occurred, two hundred pure souls, condemned to death, did not weep. Not one of them ran away. None tried to hide. Like stricken swallows they clung to their teacher and mentor, to their father and brother, Janusz Korczak.” In 1971, the Russians named a newly discovered asteroid after him, 2163 Korczak, but maybe they should have named it Ro, the planet he dreamed of. The Poles claim Korczak as a martyr, and the Israelis revere him as one of the Thirty-Six Just Men, whose pure souls make possible the world’s salvation. According to Jewish legend, these few, through their good hearts and good deeds, keep the too-wicked world from being destroyed. For their sake alone, all of humanity is spared. The legend tells that they are ordinary people, not flawless or magical, and that most of them remain unrecognized throughout their lives, while they choose to perpetuate goodness, even in the midst of inferno.

As soon as I had believed that financial security purchased emotional security, I'd lived a dependent, conditional life. Now I realize that rather than mortgage myself for a dream life on a layaway plan, I prefer the rather nice kind of life I've stumbled into. My desire for a double oven has less to do with signaling that I belong to a certain class or have reached a type of perfection and more to do with the fact that I haven't figured out how to make a pot roast and an apple pie at the same time. So I make the pie ahead of time and reheat it. I think it was Mark Twain who said, 'Happiness is wanting what you have, not having what you want.' I tell my kids this, hoping they will learn to balance the act of pursuing with the act of savoring.

Las emociones no son molestias que deban ser descargadas. Las emociones son los motores más importantes de nuestro comportamiento: emoción en el sentido más amplio -la espera, el goce, el hambre. Estas emociones o energía básica, esta fuerza vital, aparentemente se diferencian en el organismo por lo que llamo la diferenciación

Ma liberté Longtemps je t'ai gardée Comme une perle rare Ma liberté c'est toi qui m'as aidé A larguer les amarres Pour aller n'importe où Pour aller jusqu'au bout Des chemins de fortune Pour cueillir en rêvant Une rose des vents Sur un rayon de lune Ma liberté Devant tes volontés Mon âme était soumise Ma liberté je t'avais tout donné Ma dernière chemise Et combien j'ai souffert Pour pouvoir satisfaire Tes moindres exigences J'ai changé de pays J'ai perdu mes amis Pour gagner ta confiance Ma liberté Tu as su désarmer Toutes mes habitudes Ma liberté toi qui m'as fait aimer Même la solitude Toi qui m'as fait sourire Quand je voyais finir Une belle aventure Toi qui m'as protégé Quand j'allais me cacher Pour soigner mes blessures Ma liberté Pourtant je t'ai quittée Une nuit de décembre J'ai déserté les chemins écartés Que nous suivions ensemble Lorsque sans me méfier Les pieds et poings liés Je me suis laissé faire Et je t'ai trahie pour Une prison d'amour Et sa belle geôlière Et je t'ai trahie pour Une prison d'amour Et sa belle geôlière

Fear is excitement without the breath.

The wounded beast I had been tracking was me.

Cowardice can be defended bravely without self-­refutation, because the opposite of cowardice is not courage but bravado.

Alimentan su computadora, el intelecto. Y el intelecto es la punta de la inteligencia. Un estorbo en la vida.

estar en el mundo con sus altibajos, solos o acompañados, es parte de una misma cosa: el existir en el aquí y ahora.

Es muy raro que las personas puedan hablar y escuchar. Muy pocas escuchan sin hablar. La mayoría puede hablar sin escuchar.

Color di perle ha quasi, in forma quale convene a donna aver, non for misura: ella è quanto de ben pò far natura; per essemplo di lei bieltà si prova. De li occhi suoi, come ch’ella li mova, escono spirti d’amore inflammati, che feron li occhi a qual che allor la guati, e passan sì che ‘l cor ciascun retrova: voi le vedete Amor pinto nel viso, là ‘ve non pote alcun mirarla fiso.

Perls, on the other hand, feels it is essential for people to understand the power of their own roles in creation. He wants to make us aware that we can change our realities, and in fact are responsible for doing so. No one else can do it for us. Once we realize that perception is the backbone of reality, each of us is forced to take responsibility for the life we create and the way we choose to view the world.

Cada vez que usan las palabras ahora y cómo y se dan cuenta de esto, entonces crecen. Cada vez que hacen la pregunta por qué, disminuyen de estatura. Se joden a sí mismos con información falsa e innecesaria.

Pendant le long travail de contraction, ma très jeune mère observe d'un œil distrait flocons et oiseaux se casser silencieusement la gueule par la fenêtre. On dirait une enfant qui joue à être enceinte. Sa tête est pleine de mélancolie; elle sait qu'elle ne me gardera pas. Elle ose à peine baisser les yeux sur son ventre prêt à éclore... Elle pleurait déjà en escaladant la colline pour arriver ici. Ses larmes glacées ont rebondi sur le sol telles les perles d'un collier cassé. À mesure qu'elle avançait, un tapis d'étincelants roulements à billes se formait sous ses pieds. Elle a commencé à patiner, puis a continué encore et encore. La cadence de ses pas est devenue trop rapide. Ses talons se sont emmêlés, ses chevilles ont vacillé et elle a chuté violemment en avant. À l'intérieur, j'ai fait un bruit de tirelire cassée

Era una bellissima fanciulla, di quindici o sedici anni, alta e flessibile come un giunco, dalla pelle pallidissima, quasi alabastrina, con la tinta che ricordava suo padre il Corsaro Nero; aveva due occhi grandi, d'un nero intenso, e lunghe ciglia che lasciavano cadere sul viso la loro ombra. I suo capelli, neri come l'ala di un corvo, li teneva sciolti sulle spalle, legati solamente presso la nuca da una piccola fila di perle.

les gens aux pupilles raffinées, exercées par la littérature et par l'art, il lui semblait certain que l'oeil de celui d'entre eux qui rêve d'idéal, qui réclame des illusions, sollicite des voiles dans le coucher, est généralement caressé par le bleu et ses dérivés, tels que le mauve, le lilas, le gris de perle, pourvu toutefois qu'ils demeurent attendris et ne dépassent pas la lisière où il aliènent leur personnalité et se transforment en de purs violets, en de francs gris.

Einmal, es muß im ersten Winter gewesen sein, sah ich einen Fuchs am Bach stehen und trinken. Er war im graubraunen Winterpelz mit dem weißlichen Reif darüber. In der schläfrigen Stille der Schneelandschaft sah er sehr lebendig aus. Ich hätte ihn schießen können, ich trug das Gewehr bei mir, aber ich tat es nicht. Perle mußte sterben, weil einer ihrer Vorfahren eine überzüchtete Angorakatze war. Sie war von Anfang an als Opfer für Füchse, Eulen und Marder bestimmt. Sollte ich dafür den schönen lebendigen Fuchs bestrafen? Perle war ein Unrecht widerfahren, aber dieses Unrecht war auch ihren Opfern, den Forellen, geschehen, sollte ich es an den Fuchs weitergeben? Das einzige Wesen im Wald, das wirklich recht oder unrecht tun kann, bin ich. Und nur ich kann Gnade üben. Manchmal wünsche ich mir, diese Last der Entscheidung liege nicht auf mir. Aber ich bin ein Mensch, und ich kann nur denken und handeln wie ein Mensch. Davon wird mich erst der Tod befreien.

La incomodidad se deja ver bien a menudo. La incomodidad es siempre un síntoma de falta de honestidad. Si uno no se expresa derechamente, honestamente, entonces se siente incómodo. En el mismo momento en que uno se expresa adecuadamente, desaparece la incomodidad.

El hecho de que vivamos únicamente con un porcentaje tan bajo de nuestras potencialidades se debe a que no estamos dispuestos a aceptarnos a nosotros mismos, a ti, a aquel organismo que somos por nacimiento, constitución, etc. No nos permitimos -o no se nos permite ser enteramente nosotros.

When it came to listening to the folks who used Twitter, we put our money where our mouths were. Watching for patterns of use across the system, we built features based on those patterns. Larry Wall, who created the programming language Perl, once said, “When they first built the University of California at Irvine they just put the buildings in. They did not put any sidewalks; they just planted grass. The next year, they came back and put the sidewalks where the trails were in the grass. Perl is just that kind of language. It is not designed from first principles. Perl is those sidewalks in the grass.” Hashtags, @replies, and retweets emerged in just that way.

Nicole Diver, la schiena bruna ornata di perle, sfogliava un libro di ricette in cerca del pollo alla Maryland. Poteva avere ventiquattro anni, ipotizzò Rosemary – il viso era di una bellezza convenzionale, ma dava l'impressione di essere stato inizialmente concepito su scala eroica, con una struttura e i lineamenti marcati, come se i tratti e la vivacità della fronte e dell'incarnato, che associamo al temperamento e al carattere, fossero stati scolpiti con un'intenzione rodinesca e in un secondo momento fossero stati cesellati in direzione della bellezza, con il rischio che la benché minima imprecisione ne compromettesse in modo irreparabile la forza e la qualità.

Le Puits mystérieux À travers la forêt de folles arabesques Que le doigt du sommeil trace au mur de mes nuits, Je vis, comme l’on voit les Fortunes des fresques, Un jeune homme penché sur la bouche d’un puits. Il jetait, par grands tas, dans cette gueule noire Perles et diamants, rubis et sequins d’or, Pour faire arriver l’eau jusqu’à sa lèvre, et boire ; Mais le flot flagellé ne montait pas encor. Hélas ! que d’imprudents s’en vont aux puits, sans corde, Sans urne pour puiser le cristal souterrain, Enfouir leur trésor afin que l’eau déborde, Comme fit le corbeau dans le vase d’airain ! Hélas ! et qui n’a pas, épris de quelque femme, Pour faire monter l’eau du divin sentiment, Jeté l’or de son cœur au puits sans fond d’une âme, Sur l’abîme muet penché stupidement !

In the factory era, the goal was to have the highest PERL. Think about it. If you can easily replace most of your workers, you can pay them less. The less you pay them, the more money you make. The city newspaper, for example, might have four hundred employees, but only a few dozen salespeople and columnists were hard to replace on a moment’s notice. The goal was to leverage and defend the system, not the people. So we built giant organizations (political parties, nonprofits, schools, corporations) filled with easily replaced laborers. Unions fought back precisely because they saw coordinated action as the only way to avoid becoming commodities. Ironically, the work rules they erected merely exacerbated the problem, making every union worker just as good as every other.

The word ‘emotion’ comes from the Latin e for exit and motio for movement. So emotion is a natural energy, a dynamic experience that needs to move through and out of the body. As children, however, we are often taught not to express our emotions; for example, we might have been told, ‘boys don’t cry’, or ‘don’t be a baby’. Or when we are angry we are taught that it’s not appropriate to express it: ‘Don’t you dare raise your voice to me!’ At some level most of us are taught that emotions are not OK. As healthy adults, we need to let go of the emotional patterns from the past that mess up our lives and no longer serve us. As Fritz Perls, the founder of Gestalt Therapy, often said, ‘The only way out is through.’ It’s not easy, and the vast majority of people deny the symptoms or anaesthetise themselves through work, TV, food, alcohol or some kind of drug. By discharging negative emotions attached to past memories we become more able to respond spontaneously in any given moment, allowing us to be more present in our relationships and to the gifts of the world around us.

To be aware is to be responsible. In Gestalt therapy, this word is used in two ways. First, we are responsible if we are aware of what is happening to us. To take responsibility means, in part, to embrace our existence as it occurs. The other and related meaning of responsibility is that we own up to our acts, impulses, and feelings. We identify with them, accepting all of what we do as ours. These are distinct and different meanings. We are responsible for things we clearly do - for being angry, or obstinate, or irresponsible; for breaking dishes and giving gifts. We are responsible as well for the injuries inflicted on us, and the presents we receive, for what is done to us. Here we are responsible for our part in the event - for the pain we feel and the taking of the gift. When it rains, we get wet. While we didn't make it rain, we are responsible for being wet. We are also responsible for our middle mode experiences, for the things we participate in and give ourselves to. We do not make ourselves love, or hate, but they are the feelings we have. We are responsible for having those feelings, not because we caused them to be, but because they are our existence at this moment.

En floréal, cet énorme buisson, libre derrière sa grille et dans ses quatre murs, entrait en rut dans le sourd travail de la germination universelle, tressaillait au soleil levant presque comme une bête qui aspire les effluves de l’amour cosmique et qui sent la sève d’avril monter et bouillonner dans ses veines, et, secouant au vent sa prodigieuse chevelure verte, semait sur la terre humide, sur les statues frustes, sur le perron croulant du pavillon et jusque sur le pavé de la rue déserte, les fleurs en étoiles, la rosée en perles, la fécondité, la beauté, la vie, la joie, les parfums. À midi mille papillons blancs s’y réfugiaient, et c’était un spectacle divin de voir là tourbillonner en flocons dans l’ombre cette neige vivante de l’été. Là, dans ces gaies ténèbres de la verdure, une foule de voix innocentes parlaient doucement à l’âme, et ce que les gazouillements avaient oublié de dire, les bourdonnements le complétaient. Le soir une vapeur de rêverie se dégageait du jardin et l’enveloppait ; un linceul de brume, une tristesse céleste et calme, le couvraient ; l’odeur si enivrante des chèvrefeuilles et des liserons en sortait de toute part comme un poison exquis et subtil ; on entendait les derniers appels des grimpereaux et des bergeronnettes s’assoupissant sous les branchages ; on y sentait cette intimité sacrée de l’oiseau et de l’arbre ; le jour les ailes réjouissent les feuilles, la nuit les feuilles protégent les ailes.

Nu te faci critic decât după ce te-ai convins tu însuți că nu poți fi poet. Înainte de a te resemna la tristul rol de a ține paltoanele și de a marca loviturile ca un băiat de biliard sau unul care servește mingea, multă vreme ai făcut curte muzei, ai încercat s-o deflorezi; dar nu ai avut destulă vigoare pentru asta, ți-ai pierdut răsuflarea și ai căzut, palid și istovit, la piciorul sfântului munte. Înțeleg ura ta. E dureros să vezi pe un altul așezându-se la masa banchetului la care tu nu ai fost poftit și culcându-se cu o femeie care te-a refuzat pe tine. Îl plâng din inimă pe bietul eunuc obligat să asiste la zbenguielile stăpânului său. El e admis în ascunzișurile cele mai secrete ale haremului; conduce cadânele la baie; vede lucind în apa argintie a marilor bazine frumoasele trupuri șiroind de perle, mai lucioase decât agatele; cele mai discrete frumuseți îi apar fără nici un văl. Prezența lui nu stingherește. E un eunuc. Sultanul își mângâie favorita și o sărută pe gura-i ca o rodie, în fața lui. E, într-adevăr, pus într-o situație cât se poate de falsă, și trebuie să se simtă desigur foarte încurcat, neștiind cum să se poarte. În aceeași situație se află și criticul care-l vede pe poet plimbându-se în grădina poeziei cu cele nouă frumoase cadâne, și lăfăindu-se într-o dulce lene la umbra laurilor verzi. Cu greu se stăpânește să nu ridice o piatră de pe drum și să i-o arunce în cap; cu ce sete l-ar nimeri, dincolo de zidul verde unde se află, dacă ar fi destul de îndemânatic. Criticul care nu a creat nimic e un laș; e întocmai ca acel abate care face curte soției unui laic: acesta din urmă nu se poate răzbuna în același fel și nici nu se poate bate cu el.

I tacchi di Bella risuonavano impertinenti sul corridoio di finto marmo. Dodici centimetri. Semplicemente un altro strumento per non sentirsi persa, e non solo fisicamente, in un mondo di gargantua. Temibili, paurosi gargantua. Per Bella riuscire a fissare il prossimo negli occhi – quasi negli occhi in caso di superamento della barriera dei 180 centimetri – era una necessità e spesso ci riusciva solo grazie alle Jimmy Choo o alle Manolo, un fringe benefit che la sua posizione di responsabile della moda del Denver Tribune le assicurava. Gli stilisti, compresi Choo e Manolo, la omaggiavano delle loro ultime creazioni? Lei certo non le rifiutava. Come ogni mattina alle nove si infilò nell’ascensore più per darsi una controllatina allo specchio che per risparmiarsi la rampa di scale che la separava dall’ultimo piano, quello della direzione. Sì, era tutto a posto, camicetta di seta bianca e gonna nera, più le Jimmy Choo di vernice rossa da togliere il fiato. Capelli castani appena ondulati sciolti sulle spalle, perle alle orecchie e al collo, un po’ di mascara sulle ciglia a evidenziare i suoi occhi verdi, e labbra più rosse del diavolo, in perfetta nuance con le Jimmy Choo. Il solito travestimento, insomma, che l’avrebbe messa al sicuro da ogni tentativo dei suoi colleghi di irrompere nella sua vita. Branco di animali. E che la chiamassero pure Miss Algida o Ghiacciolo alla moda o, ancora, 32, sottintendendo Fahrenheit (ovvero il punto di congelamento dell’acqua), o Italian Job – lavoretto italiano – sottintendendo qualcosa di più volgare, la cosa non la toccava per nulla. Forse solo un pochino, ma se ne infischiava. L’ascensore si fermò e le porte si aprirono portando sino a lei il vocio dei suoi colleghi, probabilmente intenti a bere caffè e a rimpinzarsi di ciambelle. Dio! Sembrava che non vivessero che per i carboidrati, quando lei…

PEER GYNT L'âme, souffle et lumière du verbe, te viendra plus tard, ma fille Quand, en lettres d'or, sur le fond rose de l'Orient, apparaîtront ces mots : Voici le jour, alors commenceront les leçons ; ne crains rien, tu seras instruite. Mais je serais un sot de vouloir, dans le calme de cette tiède nuit,me parer de quelques baillons d'un vieux savoir usé, pour te traiter en maître d'école. Après tout, le principal, quand on y réfléchit, ce n'est point l'âme, c'est le cœur. ANITRA Parle seigneur. Quand tu parles, il me semble voir comme des lueurs d'opale. PBER GYNT La raison poussée à l'excès est de la bêtise. La poltronnerie s'épanouit en cruauté. L'exagération de la vérité, c'est de la sagesse à l'envers. Oui, mon enfant, le diable m'emporte s'il n'y a pas de par le monde des êtres gavés d'âme qui n'en ont que plus de peine à voir clair. J'ai connu un individu de cette sorte, une vraie perle pourtant, qui a manqué son but et perdu la boussole. Vois-tu ce désert qui entoure l'oasis? Je n'aurais qu'à agiter mon turban pour que les flots de l'Océan en comblassent toute l'étendue. Mais je serais un imbécile de créer ainsi des continents et des mers nouvelles. Sais-tu, ce que c'est que de vivre? ANITRA Enseigne-le-moi. PEER GYNT C'est planer au-dessus du temps qui coule, en descendre le courant sans se mouiller les pieds, et sans jamais rien perdre de soi-même. Pour être celui qu'on est, ma petite amie, il faut la force de l'âge! Un vieil aigle perd son piumage, une vieille rosse son allure, une vieille commère ses dents. La peau se ride, et l'âme aussi. Jeunesse ! jeunesse ! Par toi je veux régner non sur les palmes et les vignes de quelque Gyntiana, mais sur la pensée vierge d'une femme dont je serai le sultan ardent et vigoureux. Je t'ai fait, ma petite, la grâce de te séduire, d'élire ton cœur pour y fonder un kalifat nouveau. Je veux être le maître de tes soupirs. Dans mon royaume, j'introduirai le régime absolu. Nous séparer sera la mort... pour toi, s'entend. Pas une fibre, pas une parcelle de toi qei ne m'appartienne. Ni oui, ni non, tu n'auras d'autre volonté que la mienne. Ta chevelure, noire comme la nuit, et tout ce qui, chez toi, est doux à nommer, s'inclinera devant mon pouvoir souverain. Ce seront mes jardins de Babylone.

[Canzone I] Donne ch’avete intelletto d’amore, i’ vo’ con voi de la mia donna dire, non perch’io creda sua laude finire, ma ragionar per isfogar la mente. Io dico che pensando il suo valore, Amor sì dolce mi si fa sentire, che s’io allora non perdessi ardire, farei parlando innamorar la gente. E io non vo’ parlar sì altamente, ch’io divenisse per temenza vile; ma tratterò del suo stato gentile a respetto di lei leggeramente, donne e donzelle amorose, con vui, ché non è cosa da parlarne altrui. Angelo clama in divino intelletto e dice: "Sire, nel mondo si vede maraviglia ne l’atto che procede d’un’anima che ’nfin qua su risplende". Lo cielo, che non have altro difetto che d’aver lei, al suo segnor la chiede, e ciascun santo ne grida merzede. Sola Pietà nostra parte difende, che parla Dio, che di madonna intende: "Diletti miei, or sofferite in pace che vostra spene sia quanto me piace là ’v’è alcun che perder lei s’attende, e che dirà ne lo inferno: O mal nati, io vidi la speranza de’ beati". Madonna è disiata in sommo cielo: or voi di sua virtù farvi savere. Dico, qual vuol gentil donna parere vada con lei, che quando va per via, gitta nei cor villani Amore un gelo, per che onne lor pensero agghiaccia e pere; e qual soffrisse di starla a vedere diverria nobil cosa, o si morria. E quando trova alcun che degno sia di veder lei, quei prova sua vertute, ché li avvien, ciò che li dona, in salute, e sì l’umilia, ch’ogni offesa oblia. Ancor l’ha Dio per maggior grazia dato che non pò mal finir chi l’ha parlato. Dice di lei Amor: "Cosa mortale come esser pò sì adorna e sì pura?" Poi la reguarda, e fra se stesso giura che Dio ne ’ntenda di far cosa nova. Color di perle ha quasi, in forma quale convene a donna aver, non for misura: ella è quanto de ben pò far natura; per essemplo di lei bieltà si prova. De li occhi suoi, come ch’ella li mova, escono spirti d’amore inflammati, che feron li occhi a qual che allor la guati, e passan sì che ’l cor ciascun retrova: voi le vedete Amor pinto nel viso, là ’ve non pote alcun mirarla fiso. Canzone, io so che tu girai parlando a donne assai, quand’io t’avrò avanzata. Or t’ammonisco, perch’io t’ho allevata per figliuola d’Amor giovane e piana, che là ’ve giugni tu diche pregando: "Insegnatemi gir, ch’io son mandata a quella di cui laude so’ adornata". E se non vuoli andar sì come vana, non restare ove sia gente villana: ingegnati, se puoi, d’esser palese solo con donne o con omo cortese, che ti merrano là per via tostana. Tu troverai Amor con esso lei; raccomandami a lui come tu dei.