Pim Quotes

I say what I think and do what I say

I'm Pim-sick and it's not a good illness to have.

You hold all the power in this situation, Pim. One little word and all my fucking secrets are yours.

Like most men with what’s known as “house-help,” Pimli Prentiss had no clear sense of his employees as creatures with goals, ambitions, and feelings—

Una bomba, esa es la solución para este país

Some might say my timing was perfectly orchestrated to hear the horror Pim had kept from me. Others would say it was cruel to listen and not give her the chance to tell me herself. I would say the only one at fault was that French fucking bastard who once again hurt the one creature I loved more than anything.

Kaz strode past Anika and Pim on the way out of the Slat. "I'll be back in an hour," he said, "and I better not still see you podges wasting your time here." "Hardly anyone at the club," said Pim. "Tourists are too scared if the plague." "Go to the rooming houses where all the frightened pigeons are waiting out the panic. Show them you're in the pink of health. Make sure they know you just had a fine time playing Three Man Bramble at the Crow Club. If that doesn't work, get your asses to the harbors and drum up some pigeons from the workers on the boats." "I just came off a shift," protested Pim. Kaz settled his hat on his head and ran a thumb over the brim. "Didn't ask.

Here is a test to find whether your mission on earth is finished: if you’re alive, it isn’t. —RICHARD BACH

The role of communism which is almost over, is now taken over by Islam.

But once again, Pim surprised me. She smiled with a gruesome red grin pulling the trigger for the second time

Pim is expecting the invasion any day now. Churchill has had pneumonia, but is gradually getting better. Gandhi, the champion of Indian freedom, is on one of his umpteenth hunger strikes.

In the old days, when I was a little girl, Pim used to tell me stories about “Der bösen Paula.”* He had a whole collection of Paula stories, and I adored them all. Now, whenever I go to him for comfort in the middle of the night, he's started telling me Paula stories again, so I've written down the latest one.

De acuerdo con la teoría cuántica, todo está interconectado, existe una causa no local para todo suceso y cuando algo ocurre cambia de inmediato el universo entero.

Que no sea marico nadie

[...] fundamental PIM problems are surprisingly resistant to technology change. [...] Despite apparent technology improvements, we still forget to deal with vital actionable items. find it hard to judge the value of new information, keep large amounts of infomation of questionable value, and fail to retrieve important information that we have made stringent efforts to organize.

La mente humana es capaz de transformar la estructura anatómica y las funciones asociadas del cerebro: la mente puede cambiar el cerebro. Existe una inconfundible interacción entre la mente y el cerebro, no sólo una relación de causa-efecto. En consecuencia, sería un error afirmar que la conciencia no es más que el producto de la función cerebral. ¿Cómo podría el producto transformar a su propio productor?

Tekrar gelecek misin?" Molly'nin sesi zayıf ve titrek çıkmıştı. Yalnız kalmaktan korktuğundan değildi. Anne ağacın dallarında uyurken kendini güvende hissediyordu; hem de hiçbir yerde olmadığı kadar. Daha çok, kendisini yalnız hissettiğinden öyle çıkmıştı sesi, hayatınız diğerlerininkinden çok farklı olduğu zaman hissettiğiniz türde bir yalnızlıktı bu. Pim yanındayken, derdini onunla paylaştığını hissediyordu.

Mother thinks that Mrs. van D. is too stupid for words, Margot that she's too unimportant, Pim that she's too ugly (literally and figuratively!), and after long observation (I'm never prejudiced at the beginning), I've come to the conclusion that she's all three of the above, and lots more besides. She has so many bad traits, why should I single out just one of them? PS. Will the reader please take into consideration that this story was written before the writter's fury had cooled?

Actually, it wasn’t about having but about being. I myself should be full of love, honesty, warmth, and awareness without wanting or having it from someone or something else. Only when I am these things shall I be able to give and receive them; therein lies the greatest wealth.

The newfound insight pertains to what matters in everyday life: acceptance of and unconditional love for oneself (including acceptance of one’s dark side), others, and nature. It also pertains to insight into connectedness: everything and everybody is connected. Because of this sense of connectedness, some people describe the NDE as an experience of unity. They speak of a “cosmic law” in which everything they do to another person will ultimately have an effect on them too, and this applies to both love and affection and violence and aggression.

El mensaje revolucionario de la física cuántica es que, si bien reina un cierto orden en el universo (ondas o partículas), existe algo más que el mero plano físico. Se puede cuantificar la materia, pero es la mente la que determina lo que sabemos. Nuestros pensamientos y sentimientos también desempeñan un papel a la hora de determinar cómo funciona el universo y cómo lo percibimos. El modo en que pensamos tiene consecuencias físicas en lo que percibimos, hecho que ha dado pie a una revolución tanto en la física como en la filosofía y en la investigación de la conciencia.

He served Adaira the first slice and grinned when she cast a wary look his way. “You made this?” “Aye,” he said, standing close to her, waiting. Adaira took her spoon and poked at the pie. “What’s in it, Jack?” “Oh, what all did we dump in there, Frae? Blackberries, strawberries, pimpleberries—” “Pimpleberries?” Frae gasped in alarm. “What’s a pim—” “Honey and butter and a dash of good luck,” he finished, his gaze remaining on Adaira. “All of your favorite things, as I recall, heiress.” Adaira stared at him, her face composed save for her pursed lips. She was trying not to laugh, he realized. He was suddenly flustered. “Heiress, I did not put pimpleberries in there,” Frae frantically said. “Oh, sweet lass, I know you didn’t,” Adaira said, turning a smile upon the girl. “Your brother is teasing me. You see, when we were your age, there was a great dinner in the hall one night. And Jack brought me a piece of pie, to say sorry for something he had done earlier that day. He looked so contrite that I foolishly believed him and took a bite, only to realize something was very strange about it.” “What was it?” Frae asked, as if she could not imagine Jack doing something so awful. “He called it a ‘pimpleberry’, but it was actually a small skin of ink,” Adaira replied. “And it stained my teeth for a week and made me very ill.” “Is this true, Jack?” Mirin cried, setting her teacup down with a clatter. “‘Tis truth,” he confessed, and before any of the women could say another word, he took the plate and the spoon from Adaira and ate a piece of the pie. It was delicious, but only because he and Frae had found and harvested the berries and rolled out the dough and talked about swords and books and baby cows while they made it. He swallowed the sweetness and said, “I believe this one is exceptional, thanks to Frae.” Mirin bustled into the kitchen to cut a new slice for Adaira and find her a clean utensil, muttering about how the mainland must have robbed Jack of all manners. But Adaira didn’t seem to hear. She took the plate from his hands, as well as the spoon, and ate after him.

Pim van Lommel liet zien, dat als een mens, een tikkeltje onder spanning komt te staan, er zoiets leuks als een bijna-doodervaring op het pad, komen mag.

Her şey dönüşecek, değişecek ve dengede duracak gibi görünüyordu. Molly kendini hazır hissetti. Fakat ne için, emin değildi. Ama içinde bir şey açılmıştı sanki. Hayatın tuhaf bir düzeni vardı ve onu kendi etraflarında hissedebiliyordu.

Molly sırtını dikleştirdi ve bir anlığına kendini bir atın üstünden dünyaya bakarken hayal etti; onu kurtarmaya hazırdı; kalbinin küt küt atmasına, ne tür bir karanlık yaşanırsa yaşansın, karanlığın içinde parlamaya hazırdı.

De kabouters van Harry Mulisch haalden het niet bij Wipneus en Pim. Wipneus en Pim halen gouddraad was nog altijd leuker!

Es como ver televisión, ¿entiendes? o una película: inmediatez, lo que ves en pantalla, lo que ocurre dentro del televisor, es lo que importa, no te puedes estar preguntando todo el tiempo ¿por qué, cuándo, cómo? Sólo pasa, una escena tras otra, sin necesidad ni preguntar ni responder nada y ya.

Sí, fue una fuerza mágica. Al menos esa fue mi conclusión cuando despegó el avión y sobrevolé por última vez los cielos de aquel lugar. Una fuerza que me permitió ser el centro y la periferia, de todo y de nada a la vez. Estar y no estar, ser y no ser. Una energía suave y plácida, cuando se le entiende, dura y cruel cuando se le rebate. Así era Caracas.

El jueves 20 de noviembre, a las nueve y media de la noche, regresaron a Venezuela. Después de atravesar El Ávila, las nubes fucsias se posaron sobre Caracas. Nadie las vio, estaban demasiado ocupados para mirar al cielo. Igual, el universo se paralizó, el tiempo y el espacio. La lluvia cesó con los vientos, los ríos volvieron a ser pequeños arroyos y una extraña calma sobrevino. De nuevo, el mundo no era igual.

subía la cabeza hacia el universo como si realmente las palabras que penetraban en su cuerpo proviniesen de allí. Y cuando lo hacía y se topaba con las estrellas, se reconocía en ellas y recordaba que también ellas habían estado siempre, desde el principio.

Primero que nada, panita, yo no sé nada y, segundo, no va a haber ningún golpe, porque Chávez ahora es un demócrata.

Our first guests were unconventional- free spirits and hippies. We seemed to attract oddballs, and we didn't know why. Don't get me wrong. We loved it. But I'll never forget the first summer Bulahdeen and her husband arrived. She said they chose Lost Lake because of the brochure. She said that she took one look at the photo of me and George and thought, 'I'm a misfit like them, so maybe I could be happy there, too.'" That made Kate laugh. "She was right. Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.

He was a hearty, gregarious man. He was rich, but newly rich, and so very sincere about it. He lacked the natural languidity that came with old money, the kind that made others feel like they were only walking through dreams of the wealthy, barely there at all. People couldn't help but like George. His laugh was like a barrel of whiskey. His cheeks were almost as red as his hair. Just looking at him, you could see that his capacity to love was as wide as the world.

Wonderbaarlijk land, dat Nederland. Je bent een burgermansmeneer en na enige tijd blijkt, o wonder, dat je niet een meisje, maar een prinses hebt verwekt, is dat even schrikken!

U hebt een verrader gehad binnen uw gelederen.

When the consciousness-principle getteth outside the body, it sayeth to itself, “Am I dead, or am I not dead?” It cannot determine. It seeth its relatives and connexions as it had been used to seeing them before. It even heareth the wailings…. About this time the deceased can see that the share of food is being set aside, that the body is being stripped of its garments, that the place of the sleeping-rug is being swept; he can hear all the weeping and wailing of his friends and relatives, and, although he can see them and can hear them calling upon him, they cannot hear him calling upon them, so he goeth away displeased. At that time, sounds, lights, and rays—all three—are experienced.

The experience induced by psychoactive substances is often surprisingly similar to a near-death experience, especially in the case of DMT although, depending on the dosage, confusing or frightening perceptions may also occur. These substance-induced experiences include the following elements: a sense of detachment from the body, out-of-body experiences, lucid and accelerated thought, an encounter with a being of light, a sense of unconditional love, being in an unearthly environment, access to a profound wisdom, and wordless communication with immaterial beings. Sometimes the characteristic post-NDE transformation, including the loss of the fear of death, is also reported after administration of DMT or LSD.22 It is a new and surprising hypothesis that DMT, which occurs naturally in the body, could play an important role in the experience of an enhanced consciousness during near-death experiences. Perhaps DMT, its release triggered or stimulated by events in our consciousness, lifts our body’s natural inhibitions against experiencing an enhanced consciousness, as if it is able to block or disrupt the interface between consciousness and our body (and brain).

Ese Dios podía ser muy bien el diablo o, mucho peor, Dios era un ser caótico y burlón, que no reconocía las fronteras entre el bien y el mal, que jugaba con su vida al permitirle ver y oír una realidad que les era negada a otros.

E Lia mi ha detto: "Pim, la tua storia non mi piace." "Non è bella?" "Anche le sirene erano belle. Senti: che cosa sai tu del tuo inconscio?" "Niente, non so neppure se c'è." "Ecco. Ora immagina che un buontempone viennese, per tener allegri gli amici, si fosse di- vertito a inventare tutta la faccenda dell'Es, e dell'edipo, e avesse immaginato dei sogni che non aveva mai fatto, e dei piccoli Hans che non aveva mai visto... E poi che cos'è successo? Che c'erano milioni di persone pronte a diventare nevrotiche sul serio. E altre migliaia pronte a sfruttarle." "Lia, tu sei paranoica." "Io? Tu!

Joseph Conrad, of whom Roth would write that his books are ‘turbulent like the sea and calm like the sea and deep like the sea’.

Morgenstern said he’d been wise to Kraus’s character ever since reading Die Fackel and learning that he sided with the antisemites in the Dreyfus Affair. ‘What?!’ Roth yelled, turning to Zweig, ‘is this supposed to be true?

The Legend of the Holy Drinker

Wij zijn geen beweging die een beroep, stand, klasse of ras vertegenwoordigt, wij vertegenwoordigen simpelweg de moderniteit.

Was it too late to back out? Did she really want to? No. But that didn’t mean she’d go along nicely. Pim knew so many ways to make suffering mutual. It was all in the attitude. And application.

The success of cognitive behavioral therapy is well known; many people consider it the most effective therapy for depression. What is not widely known, at least in the United States, is that you don’t need a therapist to do it. Scores of studies have found that online C.B.T. works as well as conventional face-to-face cognitive behavioral therapy – as long a there is occasional human support or coaching. “For common mental disorders like anxiety and depression, there is no evidence Internet-based treatment is less effective than face-to-face therapy,” said Pim Cuijpers, professor of clinical psychology at the Vrije Universiteit Amsterdam and a leading researcher on computer C.B.T.

W swoim przemówieniu kapitan Gordon Pim podkreślił, że zabijanie tubylców miało charakter filantropijny - w masakrze, powiedział, jest coś z miłosierdzia, mercy in a massacre.

The KCC created the Personal Information Management System (PIMS) Approval System and in 2010, it made the requirements for

PIMS Approval System was officially implemented and then in December, a PIMS Approval System briefing session was p

to businesses that handle personal information in mass quantities to aid them in acquiring the PIMS approval in 2011

I knew I was being ridiculous. I just didn’t have the cure to stop it.  I’m Pim-sick and it’s not a good illness to have. We

Steal me something, Pim. After all, you’re already stealing something of mine.” My

He leapt into the silence, tearing it up with his own argument. “You think now I’ve had you—the brief moment I was inside you—I’ve conquered whatever I need and can toss you aside as if you mean nothing?” His teeth bared. “Fuck, Pim. It’s the opposite. Now that I’ve felt you, I need you so goddamn much my joints hurt because of it. My heart hurts. My body hurts. Everything fucking hurts. Being this close to you is torture because all I want to do is bend you over the railing and fuck you.” He groaned long and low as explicit images filled his head and mine. “I want to smother you with my body and thrust inside you. I want to do such things to you. Things you aren’t and will never be ready for. It’s because of that that I’m going to let you go. Don’t you dare say I’m scared of you. I’m not.” He sucked in a breath. “I’m scared of myself.” Couldn’t

Pim said, “Of course angels matter. They are proof of God’s—” She paused, looking unsettled. Laura wondered what the final word should have been. Love? Wrath? Sheer damned indifference?

You ask me how deep my love for you is, how much I really love you. My affection does not waver, my love will not change. The moon represents my heart. Teresa Teng, “The Moon Represents My Heart

A veinte kilómetros de la meta nos preguntamos quién de nosotros debería ganar. No íbamos a exponernos en un esprint a muerte entre nosotros… La idea era, también, cruzar la línea con los seis brazos en alto. Pero aún necesitábamos un ganador, un segundo y un tercero. Se me ocurrió la idea: cada vez que pasáramos el relevo, recitaríamos la rima sílaba a sílaba: «¡Pito-pito-gorgorito-dónde-vas-tú-tan-bonito-a la era-pajarera-pim-pam-pum-fuera!7». Y fue Marco quien salió airoso del «fuera», y es el designado para ganar. Volvimos a reírnos con este regreso a la clase de párvulos y seguimos pedaleando, la conciencia tranquila.

They’ve been taught to hate, and unfortunately, we’re the object of that hate,” Pim told her. “It’s not personal.

I’m Pim-sick and it’s not a good illness to have.

Isn’t it about time now that the medical profession should understand that the search for the truth about life and death and the practice of healing are inseparable?…To learn how to die is to learn how to live; to learn how to live is to learn how to act not only in this life, but in the lives to come. To transform yourself truly and learn how to be reborn as a transformed being to help others is really to help the world in the most powerful way of all.

Pim, Frits en Ida naast Roel Sparidans, Rennevoirt.

part one before Pim before the discovery of Pim have done with that leaving only part two with Pim how it was then leaving only part three after Pim how it was then how it is vast tracts of time

to have Pim's timepiece something wrong there and nothing to time I don't eat any more then no I don't drink any more and I don't eat any more don't move any more and don't sleep any more don't see anything any more and don't do anything any more it will come back perhaps all come back or a part I hear yes then no

Doordat we leven in een klein land en de meritocratische elite zichzelf vernieuwt en aanvult door coöptatie, zelfs in politieke partijen, is er sprake van een sfeer van incest. Wie niet beantwoordt aan de door hen bepaalde codes en gedragsregels telt niet mee.

Un pim pam pum, bocadillo de atún. Ellos el pan y yo lo de dentro, ¿no?

Her heart, kept for so long in a little glass case, begins to open up, crack by crack.

By contrast, research into the effects of psychoactive substances such as DMT has found some striking similarities with NDE elements. It is a new and surprising hypothesis that DMT, which occurs naturally in the body, could play an important role in the experience of an enhanced consciousness during NDE. Perhaps DMT lifts the body’s natural inhibitions against the experience of an enhanced consciousness.

Chimes at the Edge of Hearing (2011) Chimes in the heavens sound so fine, Whither does it go; how it chimes the time. Tumultuous river of colored tinselly sounds, Their music brasses forth, it has no bounds. Tinkle clackle tinke koo, How infinite the melody with notes so few. Chimes clanging silent at the edge of hearing, Does it not sound so jingly and endearing? Klankle ping chinkle cree, Quite the sound of discordant harmony. Pakkle kikkle ringly kat, Chimes echo out; they drift cackling back. A cacophony of clingles, pims and tinkle-ets, Chimes shinkle loud at the crescendo of their octets. Pakickle tamtankle jjingling kites, They fly into darkness on the clatter of midnight. Chimes symphonic at the coming black storm, Upon the shrieks their shimmering rrrings are born. Sounds and silences; the glistening chimes adorn, Haunting images of sounds so distant and forlorned. Cymbal they together; the sound of crackly glass, They remind of the times and rattles of the past. Metals on metals trinklelink clapping down the time, Their clittering rhythms broke, raw and refined. Concerto of jangles jinkles and dings, See their sound, how pleasant they dream. Off they go, winds klickle on smooth breeze, And chinkle and pinkle through my melodic tree. dlaurent

One would expect that a man in his state would become sloppy and leave clues. I’ve searched for those clues in his study but found nothing. Not a scrap. Not a shred. Not a hint.” Danielle nibbled her lip. “What can we do to stop him? And I don’t mean shooting him.” Simon grunted. “I was only going to aim for his leg.” “And what do you think he would have done to you in return? Even if he did not retaliate, is there any doubt Uncle Josiah would?” She gently took the pistol out of his hand and set it aside. “We’ll think of something else.” Matthew knew it was time for him to step in before these siblings hatched some inept plot to thwart the elder Haverfields and got hurt in the process. “Lass, I want ye and yer brother to do nothing. Let me take care of it. The Crown is now aware of their activities. I found a cryptic note in a hidden pocket in Lord Pim’s vest. Lord Manning’s men are working on deciphering it as we speak. We dinna know the specifics yet, but will soon discover all we need to know, including who is supplying their funds.” Danielle frowned. “If you know all this already, then why are you here? What can Simon possibly tell you that you would not soon find out anyway?” Simon patted her head. “Don’t be a goose, Danny. He’s here for you.” “He is not.” She stared down at her toes rather than meet Matthew’s gaze. “Lord Lyon does not care for me. He was pretending in order to get close to our family. I’m just an assignment to him. Nothing more.” Her brother cast Matthew an anxious glance. “She’s wrong, isn’t she? You have to love her. You led me to believe it. You admitted it. Are you that cold a bastard?” “Yes, he is,” Danielle blurted before he could fashion a reply. He silently cursed their situation. Even if he protested, she was not yet ready to believe him. “Aye, it was just a mission at first. But ye know it is much more now. Ye canno’ fault me for protecting the Crown. Simon, surely ye understand the truth even if yer sister will not yet accept it.” “Damn,” Simon muttered. “I don’t fault you, Matthew. I believe you care for my sister. This is all my

The singular cocktail of xenophobia, individualism, defence of the rights of women and proclaimed homosexuality that Pim Fortuyn concocted in the Netherlands in 2002 was the key to a lasting electoral success. Similar features also characterize other political movements in northern Europe, such as the Vlaams Belang in Belgium, the Danish Popular Party and the Swedish far right.

Se quisesse uma gaja pelo cu fazia pim pam pum nas gordas da escola