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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

Lose your mind and come to your senses. FRITZ PERLS

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.

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!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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).

[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

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.

Things change as they are discovered.

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

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

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.

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Je porte un collier de perles noires et invisibles autour de mon cou. Le collier de ceux qui gardent leurs absents à l'intérieur. Nous sommes nombreux à les porter.

Adria, meine Tochter, du solltest wie unser Meer heißen! Unser schönes Meer! Wir haben gesungen! Gelacht! – Split! Das war eine Perle der Adria.

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)

Zu lieben oder geliebt zu haben genügt. Danach verlangt nichts mehr! In den geheimnisvollen Wendungen des Lebens ist keine weitere Perle mehr zu finden.

Larry Wall's classic Programming Perl described the three programmer's virtues: hubris, laziness, and impatience.

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".

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.

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.

Il m'a toujours semblé que la musique ne devrait être que du silence, qui chercherait à s'exprimer. Voyez, par exemple, une fontaine. L'eau muette emplit les conduits, s'y amasse, en déborde, et la perle qui tombe est sonore. Il m'a toujours semblé que la musique ne devrait être que le trop-plein d'un grand silence. (p. 81)

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

Fitzpatrick: Back when I was doing Perl-even for people that knew Perl really well-I would recommend MJD's Higher-Order Per!. The book is really fun in that it starts somewhat simple and you're like, "Yeah, yeah, I know what a closure is." And then it just continues to fuck with your head. By the end of the book, you're just blown away.

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

As a Jew, I had no desire to challenge my childhood prejudice. But as a teacher, I could not do otherwise.

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.

La angustia es siempre resultado del alejarse del ahora.

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

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

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

È un Natale stupendo. Una di quelle cose che si scrivono sui temi a scuola: la neve fuori delle finestre della baita, il panettone, i dolcetti, le bibite e anche lo spumante, benché siamo tutti minorenni e i nostri ci abbiano proibito di bere alcolici. [...] Zigzagando lenti dai monti scendono a valle i maestri di sci, reggendo le torce: a me sembrano tante perle di fuoco strette attorno al collo del mio amore. È Natale, e tutti sono felici.

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.

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.

Todas las emociones se expresan en el sistema muscular. No se puede visualizar la ira sin movimiento muscular. No se puede visualizar la alegría, que es más o menos idéntica al danzar, sin movimientos musculares. En la pena hay sollozos y llanto, y en el sexo también hay

My final remark to young women and men going into experimental science is that they should pay little attention to the speculative physics ideas of my generation. After all, if my generation has any really good speculative ideas, we will be carrying these ideas out ourselves.

Certaines forces sont pourtant plus puissantes que la magie. Un autre fil d'or restait attaché au centre de sa poitrine. Un fil dont il ne pourrait jamais se défaire. [...] Elle aussi découvrait ce secret interdit aux fées, l'amour, cette force qui fait vivre. C'est-à-dire qui fait naître et qui fait mourir.

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.

L'Herbe a si peu à faire, Une Sphère de simple Vert - N'ayant qu'à couver les Papillons, Et tenir compagnie aux Abeilles - Et se balancer tout le jour sur de jolies chansons Que les brises vont chercher, Et tenir le Soleil, dans son giron, Et faire des courbettes à tout, Et enfiler les Rosées toute la nuit, comme des Perles, Et se faire si belle Qu'une Duchesse, serait trop ordinaire Pour qu'on la remarque comme elle, Et même quand elle meurt, périr En odeurs si divines - Comme d'humbles épices, couchées , endormies - Ou comme le Nard indien qui expirant s'exhale - Et puis habiter dans Granges Royales, Occuper ses Journées à rêver, L'Herbe a si peu à faire, Je voudrais être - Foin -

The best way to figure out what Perl is used for is to look at the ... Comprehensive Perl Archive Network (the CPAN, for short). ... [Y]ou'll get the impression that Perl has interfaces to almost everything in the world. With a little thought, you may figure out the reason Perl has interfaces to everything is not so much so Perl itself can talk to everything, but so Perl can get everything in the world talking to everything else in the world. The combinatorics are staggering. The very first issue of The Perl Journal ... contained an article entitled 'How Perl Saved the Human Genome Project'. It explains how all the different genome sequencing laboratories used different databases with different formats, and how Perl was used to massage the data into a cohesive whole.

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.

They also devised an ingeniously low-tech solution to a complex problem. Even highly verbal autistic adults occasionally struggle with processing and producing speech, particularly in the chaotic and generally overwhelming atmosphere of a conference. By providing attendees with name-tag holders and pieces of paper that were red on one side and yellow on the other, they enabled Autistics to communicate their needs and desires without having to articulate them in the pressure of the moment. The red side facing out signified, "Nobody should try to interact with me," while the yellow side meant, "Only people I already know should interact with me, not strangers." (Green badges were added later to signify, "I want to interact but am having trouble initiating, so please initiate an interaction with me.") These color-coded "interaction signal badges" turned out to be so useful that they have since been widely adopted at autistic-run events all over the world, and name-tag labels similar to Autreat ("autistic retreat") green badges have recently been employed at conferences for Perl programmers to indicate that the wearer is open to spontaneous social approaches.

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.

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.