Rai Quotes

I made the choice to be vegan because I will not eat (or wear, or use) anything that could have an emotional response to its death or captivity. I can well imagine what that must feel like for our non-human friends - the fear, the terror, the pain - and I will not cause such suffering to a fellow living being.

Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop." "What?" "What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple." "Raisa, this is getting us nowhere." "Say it!

Know that the same spark of life that is within you, is within all of our animal friends, the desire to live is the same within all of us...

Ilmu pengetahuan itu pahit pada awalnya, tetapi manis melebihi madu pada akhirnya

Karena yang membatasi kita atas dan bawah hanyalah tanah dan langit.

Asta n-o vor înțelege ei niciodată: că nu ești dator să ajungi ceva, că nu trebuie să parvii nicăieri, că ceea ce importă în primul rând este să fii tu și să poți rămâne tu însuți în orice împrejurare a vieții.

Esensi sejarah bukanlah hanya siapa yang menang dan siapa yang kalah. Lebih dari itu: siapa yang lebih cepat belajar dari kemenangan dan kekalahan

Pergilah, jelajahilah dunia, lihatlah dan carilah kebenaran dan rahasia - rahasia hidup ; niscaya jalan apa pun yang kaupilih akan mengantarkanku menuju titik awal

Wahai anakku! dunia ini bagaikan samudera tempat banyak ciptaan-ciptaaNya yg tenggelam. Maka jelajahilah dunia ini dg menyebut nama Allah. Jadikan ketakutanmu pada Allah sebagai kapal-kapal yang menyelamatkanmu. kembangkanlah keimanan sebagai layarmu, logika sebagai pendayung kapalmu, ilmu pengetahuan sebagai nakhoda perjalannanmu dan sabar sebagai jangkar dlm setiap badai dan cobaan (Ali bin Abi thalib ra)

Mengalah itu tidak kalah, melainkan menang secara hakiki

Jangan gampang terbuai keamanan dan kemapanan. Hidup itu kadang perlu beradu, bergejolak, bergesekan. Dari gesekan dan kesulitanlah, sebuah pribadi akan terbentuk matang. Banyak profesi di luar sana, usahakanlah untuk memilih yang paling mendewasakan dan yang paling bermanfaat buat sesama. (Kiai Rais)

Society tells women that they have to be responsible for the emotional health of their relationships and then tells them they're weak for feeling emotions. What kind of message is that?

Every time you hurt someone, you break off a little piece of them. Not only do they have to live with that broken piece, then the next person who comes along has to figure out a way to spackle that spot. Your behavior has ripple effects.

N-ai jindui după un colţ de rai de n-ai purta un strop de iad în tine.

You can do this, and if you can't do it today, you'll do it tomorrow. You are not a failure.

Tentang kopi kesukaanmu, cappucino, kopi itu bukan dari italia. Aslinya berasal dari biji-biji kopi Turki yang tertinggal di medan perang di Kahlenberg. Hanya sebuah info pengetahuan kecil-kecilan. Assalamu’alaikum” — Fatma, 99 Cahaya di Langit Eropa hal. 50

And I am ashamed to write here that I felt more alive than ever, even though my heart was broken glass in my chest.

Rais wa Tume ya Dunia hakuchaguliwa kuwa kitu katika tume. Alichaguliwa kufanya kitu katika dunia.

De unde-şi are raiul - lumina? - Ştiu: îl luminează iadul cu flăcările lui!

It's not a weakness to take care of yourself. Asking for and taking what you need to function should never be considered a weakness.

[...] or, aici stă toată mizeria și toată fascinația dragostei, în descompunerea aceasta lentă a două ființe strânse împreună...

So what is this feadnach? Is it another curse that makes me beholden to slaves and shrews?' 'No, my lord. It is your heart. Difficult as it may be to comprehend, there is a possibility you may have one.

Cats and books are my universe. Both are infinitely fascinating and full of mystery.

No one's universally liked. Beyoncé isn't universally liked. Has that stopped her? No. Be like Beyoncé.

Our special for today is pork bone stew,” the manager said. “Pork bone stew sounds excellent,” I said. “Rayyel could use a spine.” “Is heartless shrew on the menu?” Rai asked without batting an eye.

Unfairness – this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces, pedigree find it easier to make it – not just in Bollywood, but everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you. In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty damm lucky by Indian standards. Let’s be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don’t. I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don’t get literary praise. It’s ok. I don’t look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It’s ok. Don’t let unfairness kill your spark

Let’s not get started on their uniforms. Superman’s stretchy spandex has nothing on Batman’s sculpted pecs.” He glared at her. “You cannot bring fashion sense into a superhero discussion!” “If they wear it, it’s fair game.” She folded her arms on the table.

Principles don't have borders.

In the home of this music, alas, religious fanatics have lately started killing the musicians. They think the music is an insult to god, who gave us voices but does not wish us to sing, who gave us free will, rai, but prefers us not to be free.

The purpose of collecting so much information can only be power.

The world was unkind to women. It was devastating to women who didn’t believe in themselves.

Slăbiciunea noastră, a modernilor, e că în loc să gândim, gândurile ne gândesc pe noi. Noi stăm molâi, femei adipoase, lubrice, nesatisfăcute, și gândurile ne violentează, ne schingiuiesc, ne vând altora, iar noi nu protestăm, ci le lăsăm să ne stăpânească, să ne îndrepte pașii, să ne prostitueze oricărui adevăr care le satisface pe ele, nu pe noi.

You can be strong and have moments of incredible despair, when everything feels like it’s collapsing in on you, and yes, when you feel like you want to die. Those moments are not weaknesses. They are simply moments. And they are not you.” Maile

Trust is the only reason the world ever functions as it should. Sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't, and I know that uncertainty is scary, but that's the only way you figure out who your closet people are.

În tristete, totul are doua fete. Nu poti fi nici în iad si nici în rai, nici în viata si nici în moarte, nici fericit si nici nefericit. Un plîns fara lacrimi, un echivoc fara sfîrsit. Caci nu te izgoneste ea în aceeasi masura din aceasta lume, ca si din cealalta? Esti trist de totdeauna, nu de acum. Si acest totdeauna e toata lumea înainte de nasterea ta. Nu-i tristetea amintirea vremii în care n-am fost?

Nobody spoke enough about how much bodies could be starved for platonic affection. She knew she gave off strong Do Not Touch vibes, but she needed occasional hugs too.

Sometimes we think a person doesn’t need to hear something because it’s obvious, because they know what’s in our hearts. But that’s not how the world works. We have to say the things.

मेरे अधरों पर हो अन्तिम वस्तु न तुलसी-दल, प्याला, मेरी जिह्वा पर हो अन्तिम वस्तु न गंगाजल, हाला, मेरे शव के पीछे चलने- वालो, याद इसे रखना— ‘राम नाम है सत्य’ न कहना, कहना ‘सच्ची मधुशाला

Darnic ești și dărnicia știe daruri să împartă. Dar de ce nelegiuiții lângă rai rămân la poartă? De mă ierți doar prin credință, darul ăsta e zadarnic: Iartă-mă și cu păcate, și atuncea, da, ești darnic!...

Organic life beneath the shoreless waves Was born and rais’d in Ocean’s pearly caves First forms minute, unseen by spheric glass, Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass; These, as successive generations bloom, New powers acquire, and larger limbs assume; Whence countless groups of vegetation spring, And breathing realms of fin, and feet and wing.

You can be strong and have moments of incredible despair. Those moments are not weaknesses. They are simply moments. And they are not you.

To Fading self The fear that life will shatter again And the pieces you glue; will not be the same.

From the instant of our first meeting I judged him so, though it could be said that I was prejudiced. When one is standing naked on a slave-auction block in a wind cold enough to freeze a demon's backside, one is unlikely to have a fair impression of anyone.

...Setiap hari dia harus tidur lebih awal. Lalu saat sepertiga malam, dia harus bangun. Minta dirinya mencuci muka. Lalu membuka tirai jendela kamarnya dan pandanglah malam yang penuh bintang dengan sorot bulan. Tundukkan kepalanya, resapi apa kesalahan yang selama ini telah dia lakukan dalam hidupnya, dan katakan, ‘Ampunilah aku, Tuhan, atas segala perjalanan hidup yang tak menyusuri perintah-Mu. Masukkan aku ke dalam surga-Mu jika Engkau menghendakiku kelak’. (42)

anak anak muda yang gagah berani kamu ke jalan raya kamu membuat sejarah anak anak muda yang gagah berani kamu adalah sejarah nusa dan bangsa anak anak muda dunia ini akhirnya adalah milik kamu !

I mean you can be with the person, but still be yourself. You can be happy to be yourself. It’s very…nice,” her grandmother had said quietly. “When you’re with a person who is content to let you be. It’s the most peaceful thing in the world.

मदिरालय जाने को घर से चलता है पीनेवाला, ‘किस पथ से जाऊँ’ असमंजस में है वह भोलाभाला; अलग-अलग पथ बतलाते सब पर मैं यह बतलाता हूँ… ‘राह पकड़ तू एक चला चल, पा जाएगा मधुशाला

If a product is perceived as unique but not perceived as useful why would anyone think of buying it ?

Carilah suami yang pandai membaca Al-Qur'an. Kalau dia pandai membaca ayat-ayat Tuhan, membacamu sebagai istri adalah perkara mudah

Love doesn’t make you a poet; it makes you poetry.

I think it takes a certain kind of strength, when the world is hateful or mean, to come out on the other side with your heart and your kindness and your humanity intact.

chaque jour à mon âme tu ajoutes une flamme des fleurs à ma corbeille un rai à mon soleil

Se spune că atunci când ajungi în rai, de trei lucruri eşti uimit: cum de-ai ajuns tocmai tu acolo, de ce nu sunt acolo aceia despre care erai sigur c-ar trebui să fie şi cum, Doamne, ţine-mă!, sunt acolo unii despre care ai fi băgat amândouă mâinile-n foc că n-ar putea să dea târcoale nici porţilor celor mari ale raiului. Asta, aşa, pentru când îţi vine să judeci...

Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n; Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall.

Terkadang kita memang tak adil pada hidup kita sendiri. Taktala tiada pilihan, kita menggerutu. Padahal Tuhan tak memberi pilihan lain karena telah menunjukkan itulah satu-satunya pilihan terbaik bagi hidup kita. (184)

Can you…make it different this time?” “Different, how?” “Different position, different…something. I want to learn it all.” Whoa, pressure. When Maira’s genius brain wanted to learn something, she really applied herself.

În tara noastra, totul e posibil. Mahalaua e eligibila, grotescul e rentabil. Se poate face cariera pe baza de tupeu, minciuna, bîzdîc si fermentatie viscerala. Lumea se distreaza. ‘Baietii rai’ se cauta prin alte cotloane. De pilda, printre intelectuali. Intelectualii sînt o adunatura de profitori, golani, fascisti, fii de nomenclaturisti, pupincuristi, antieuropeni sau, din contra, vînduti strainilor. Acolo e buba! În preajma lui Socrate, care l-a corupt pe Platon, care l-a corupt pe Aristotel, care l-a corupt pe Alexandru cel Mare, care ne-a corupt pe toti.

Hidup adalah Ibadah

Ya, pada akhirnya kecintaan terhadap tanah tumpah darah hanya menjadi seonggok kenangan masa lalu semata, taktala tanah tumpah darah tak memberi marwah pada masyarakatnya. (101)

When the going gets tough - the tough get rational

I have glitter in my hair.” Tina grimaced. “Uh, yes. Would you like me to...” “Help me remove the herpes of crafts from my hair?

To express you is paradoxical I start with silence and end with abyss So, I am preserving my void Waiting for it to become irrational So that I can at least be labelled as insane

I vow not to show, not to reveal my burnings, my ashes, and your embers, your flames running rampant on my will to lift myself from your reminiscence.

Saya sempat bertanya kepada Pak Amien (Rais). Setelah berperanan menurunkan tiga presiden dan memimpin MPR dalam era terawal reformasi, apa yang telah beliau pelajari? Jawapannya seperti biasa, ikhlas dan tidak menunjukkan keraguan. Katanya, jiwa kita telah menjadi sangat korup. Jawapan ini tidak mengejutkan saya walaupun memilukan dan tidak terbatas kepada negara Indonesia saja.

Kata orang, keterbatasan membuat orang kreatif. Keterbatasan membuat orang terpecut melakukan apa pun yang dijalani dengan maksimal. Keterbatasan tak ubahnya situasi yang dibuat Tuhan untuk membuat kita lebih berjuang. Jika berhasil melewati keterbatasan itu, buah perjuangan yang kita dapatkan akan lebih berkesan. (110)

Life isn't about counting what you've earned or what you've done for others. I think life is in those in-between moments when you do something, and you feel really, truly happy just by doing it.

It actually made it really hard for me to learn to interact with other people, having sisters. Because you can't really go from 'I'm going to kill you' to 'want some ice cream?' with anyone else in your life.

What are you doing?” “What does it look like? I’m getting down on my knees.” His head butted against her stomach. Her muscles clenched, shocked at the touch, even through the layer of cotton. “I’ve never begged a woman for anything before. Enjoy this.” She tried to think of something sufficiently sassy. “Enjoy it? I can’t even see it.” “It’s symbolic.

...semua orang adalah teroris di muka bumi ini jika tangan mereka menggenggam kekayaan tanpa menyedekahkannya untuk umat yang terseok-seok kehidupannya. Semua adalah teroris ketika ketamakan terhadap kekuasaan, kekayaan, harta, dan rupa-rupa mengungguli empati dan simpati terhadap mereka yang kekurangan. Karena pada dasarnya, seseorang yang semakin kaya tanpa disadari dia akan semakin kikir. Semakin kikir dan semena-mena. (234)

Usaha dan berupaya sekuat raya, dalam keadaan apapun, hingga Tuhan melihat kesungguhan itu dan mengulurkan tangan-Nya ... Ikhlas terhadap takdir yang telah digariskan Tuhan, setelah usaha yang maksimal. Harapan besar yang kandas, belum tentu sungguh-sungguh kandas. Tuhan tak akan mengandaskan impian hambanya begitu saja. Dia tak akan menaruh kita dalam kesulitan yang tak terperi tanpa menukarnya dengan kemuliaan pada masa mendatang. (307)

While he’d been tentatively considering a possible romantic relationship with her, she’d fallen in love with him. He could barely speak. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Mason snorted. “Yeah, that’s right. Do you like Maira, check yes or no. Come on. You’re almost thirty, you’re old enough to go after what you want.

E greu să stai în altă parte, ok? Nu contează de unde vii sau unde te duci. Niciodată să nu ai așteptări extraordinare, niciodată să nu-ți imaginezi totul în detaliu. Imaginația e un lucru foarte înșelător. Nicăieri nu e un rai pe pământ. Dar cu siguranță există un loc în care te simți ca acasă. Peste tot e greu să te acomodezi. Chiar dacă știi deja limba, există multe alte lucruri. Magazinele de la colțul străzii, vecinii, obiceiurile. Orice comunitate e diferită. Trebuie să te adaptezi, iar dacă într-adevăr aparții acelui loc chiar reușești și îți e la-ndemână. Dar tot trebuie să ai anumite elemente care te fac să te simți în siguranță într-un loc străin, în care îți vei petrece o perioadă mai lungă de timp. Nu e ca și cum mergi la un hotel și stai câteva zile. Acolo nu trebuie să te acomodezi cu nimic.

In the deepest, darkest depths of her heart where she kept all her dreams locked up in a pink journal decorated with ponies and unicorns, she’d fantasized about declaring her love for Sasha Karimi for two years. In those scenarios, he generally fell to his knees in thrilled delight before he reciprocated the feelings and then they got married and had lots of babies and maybe a pet iguana and lived happily ever after.

Raza : “ The bow and arrow was once the pinnacle of weapons technology. It allowed the great Genghis Khan to rule from the Pacific to the Ukraine. Today-- whoever has the latest Stark weapons rules these lands. Soon it will be my turn “ End of scene Today picture Fortune 500 CEOs whispering to their top men “ Today – whoever has the latest sales weapons rules the world . Soon it will be our turn – thanks to Invisible Selling - Behavioural Economics & More . Get that Rai bloke to train all our guys

You were hurt. It’s not a weakness to love someone like that. It’s not a weakness to be in pain when that love is ripped away from you.

भावुकता अंगूर लता से खींच कल्पना की हाला, कवि साक़ी बनकर आया है भरकर कविता का प्याला; कभी न कण भर खाली होगा, लाख पिएँ, दो लाख पिएँ! पाठक गण हैं पीनेवाले, पुस्तक मेरी मधुशाला | 4

दुतकारा मस्जिद ने मुझको कहकर है पीनेवाला, ठुकराया ठाकुरद्वारे ने देख हथेली पर प्याला, कहाँ ठिकाना मिलता जग में भला अभागे काफिर को शरणस्थल बनकर न मुझे यदि अपना लेती मधुशाला

मुसल्मान औ’ हिन्दू हैं दो, एक, मगर, उनका प्याला, एक, मगर, उनका मदिरालय, एक, मगर, उनकी हाला; दोनों रहते एक न जब तक मस्जिद-मन्दिर में जाते; वैर बढ़ाते मस्जिद-मन्दिर मेल कराती मधुशाला

Media kekinian. Merekah tanpa batas, bahkan tak ada yang berani memprotes jika media memutarbalikkan fakta. Media membuat muslihat paling menipu daya, yang buruk menjadi begitu mulia, dan yang begitu mulia menjadi buruk rupa. Luar biasa kuatnya opini yang dibentuk media sehingga dapat memengaruhi perekonomian, perpolitikan, sosial, dan budaya sebuah bangsa. (44)

धर्म-ग्रंथ सब जला चुकी है जिसके अन्तर की ज्वाला, मंदिर, मस्जिद, गिरजे—सबको तोड़ चुका जो मतवाला, पंडित, मोमिन, पादरियों के फंदों को जो काट चुका कर सकती है आज उसी का स्वागत मेरी मधुशाला

She’d rather make love to him then watch any movie. “We don’t have to. Did I do something wrong?” That made him turn to her. “Of course not.” “Oh. Then don’t you want to…” She trailed off, a blush rising. “Are you kidding me? More than anything.” His expression softened. “But, Maira, I don’t want to rush you, make you do something you aren’t ready for.” She stared at him. He was so pretty. Was he also stone-cold stupid? How could he think she wasn’t ready for it? She’d already thrown herself at him. Twice now, if he counted the kitchen disaster.

Emosi negatif itu hanya bertahan pada satu menit pertama. Jika kita menarik napas dan melepaskannya perlahan, mencoba mengalihkannya dengan hal lain, reseptor negatif yang diterima hipotalamus di otak tidak akan dilanjutkan ke saraf simpatik; sebaliknya, akan bergerak menjauh, meluruh, dan akhirnya menghilang. (50)

Bhagat Singh revered Lajpat Rai as a leader. But he would not spare even Lajpat Rai, when, during the last years of his life, Lajpat Rai turned to communal politics. He then launched a political-ideological campaign against him. Because Lajpat Rai was a respected leader, he would not publicly use harsh words of criticism against him. And so he printed as a pamphlet Robert Browning’s famous poem, ‘The Lost Leader,’ in which Browning criticizes Wordsworth for turning against liberty. The poem begins with the line ‘Just for a handful of silver he left us.’ A few more of the poem’s lines were: ‘We shall march prospering, not thro’ his presence; Songs may inspirit us, not from his lyre,’ and ‘Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more.’ There was not one word of criticism of Lajpat Rai. Only, on the front cover, he printed Lajpat Rai’s photograph!

Lakini kabla Rais hajaendelea kuongea, na ‘John Murphy wa Kolonia Santita’, Mogens aliruka na kumnyang’anya simu. “Ambilikile,” Mogens aliita, akiangalia saa. “Brodersen,” Sauti ya upande wa pili ilijibu, baada ya sekunde kumi. “60111906,” Mogens alisema, baada ya sekunde kumi. “57121906,” Sauti ya upande wa pili ikajibu, baada ya sekunde kumi. “Jumapili,” Mogens aliendelea, baada ya sekunde kumi. “Ijumaa,” Sauti ya upande wa pili ikajibu, baada ya sekunde kumi. John Murphy wa Kolonia Santita aliposema ‘Ijumaa’, Mogens aliunda kicheko na kurusha mkono katika matundu ya kuongelea ya simu ...

Credința oarbă nu poate să clintească munții din loc (deși generații de copii aud spunându-li-se asta în mod solemn acest lucru și îl cred). Dar îi poate duce pe oameni la o nebunie atât de periculoasă încât credința oarbă mi se pare demnă a fi considerată un fel de boală mintală. Ea îi face pe oameni să creadă în orice atât de puternic, încât, în cazuri extreme, sunt gata să ucidă ori să moară pentru lucrul în care cred orbește, fără să aibă nevoie de nicio justificare. Credința oarbă este suficient de puternică pentru a-i face pe oameni imuni față de orice apel la milă, iertare și sentimente umane decente. Îi face imuni chiar față de frică, dacă ei chiar cred sincer că o moarte de martir îi va trimite de-a dreptul în rai. Ce armă teribilă! Credința religioasă merită un capitol de sine stătător în analele tehnologiei militare, pe aceeași treaptă cu arcul cu săgeată, cavaleria medievală, tancul și bomba cu hidrogen.

There is so much confusion about branding even at top levels of The Fortune 500 it makes one wonder how they got successful in the first place ! Brace yourself ! Here is the shortest scientific statement on branding you ‘ll ever hear ! It appears simplistic – I assure you it is anything but . If you really understand it & internalize it – you ll be like an Avenger – a superhero in a herd of weaklings Here it goes ! A successful brand is one that is perceived to be USEFUL & UNIQUE

Străzile miros întotdeauna altfel. Fiecare stradă are mirosul ei special și parcă lumina lor e felurită, e personală; sunt oameni care par mai frumoși, sau mai tineri, pe anumite străzi. Sunt străzi bune, altele rele; sunt unele cu prezențe fantastice, altele frivole. Și vitrinele au fiecare un strigăt al lor, neînțeles de toată lumea.[...] A nimerit o stradă bună, asta e. O stradă pe care eu pot vorbi, o stradă care să-mi descopere deodată ceva de care să mă pot agăța. Și o vitrină în fața căreia voi putea reflecta.

Business is love made visible, membangun bisnis adalah perwujudan cinta yang sebenarnya; cinta kepada sesama manusia; cinta terhadap alam semesta dan penciptanya. Business profit doesn’t result from what we get, but from what we give. Keuntungan bisnis bukan berasal dari apa yang kita peroleh, tapi dari apa yang telah kita berikan. Ini tak hanya berlaku dalam dunia bisnis, tapi juga merefleksikan sisi terbaik manusia. Ya, seni terindah dari sisi kemanusiaan adalah kedermawaan hati, yang tak menuntut ditilik manusia lain. (244)

Mpelelezi wa Tume ya Dunia kutoka Israeli Daniel Yehuda Ben-Asher Ebenezer, Mhebrania aliyeishi Givat Ram, Jerusalem, na mke wake mrembo Hadara na mtoto wake mzuri Navah Ebenezer, alikuwa Ukanda wa Gaza siku alipopigiwa simu na Kiongozi wa Kanda ya Asia-Australia ya Tume ya Dunia U Nanda – kutoka Copenhagen kuhusiana na wito wa haraka wa kuonana na Rais wa Tume ya Dunia. Yehuda aliondoka usiku kwenda Yangon, Myama, ambapo alionana na U Nanda na kupewa maelekezo yote ya kikazi aliyotakiwa kuyafuata. Mbali na maelekezo yote ya kikazi aliyotakiwa kuyafuata, Nanda alimkabidhi Yehuda kachero wa Kolonia Santita Mandi Dickson Santana (bila kujua kama Mandi ni kachero wa Kolonia Santita) ili amsindikize mpaka stendi ya mabasi ya Maubin, nje ya Yangon. Baada ya hapo Yehuda alisafiri mpaka Copenhagen ambapo yeye na wenzake walikabidhiwa Operation Devil Cross, ya kung’oa mizizi ya Kolonia Santita duniani kote. Yehuda alifanya kosa kubwa kuonana na kachero wa Kolonia Santita Mandi Santana! Kwa sababu hiyo, sauti na picha ya Yehuda vilichukuliwa, watu wengi walikufa katika miji ya Copenhagen na Mexico City.

Până la urmă orice relație este, de fapt, un joc. Un joc al puterii, al dominației și al psihologiei. Fiecare mutare pe care o faci, va avea o consecință.” “Să faci pe cineva să te vrea, să faci pe cineva să te dorească, să faci pe cineva să se simtă dependent de tine, atunci ești câștigător. Dacă tu simți toate chestiile astea, pierzi jocul." “Ideea este că în orice fel de relație inter-umană, cei doi se folosesc unul de celălalt pentru câștiguri diferite. În sensul că nimeni nu face un lucru total dezinteresat și, la o privire mai atentă, are ceva de câștigat: poate fi încredere în sine, alimentarea orgoliului sau a ego-ului, plăcere carnală sau alte chestii. “ “Putea fi vorba despre propria ei validare în fața ei, simțindu-se poate părăsită și nedorită, așa cum vă simțiți toate când terminați o relație, putea fi vorba despre detașare și schimbare a peisajului, așa cum vă doriți toate când terminați o relație sau putea fi vorba pur și simplu de o partidă de sex ruptă din rai (sau din iad, în ceea ce ne privea pe noi doi), așa cum vă doriți toate când terminați o relație.” “Oamenii sunt ca rechinii: dacă văd urme de răni sângerânde, sar pe tine, deci e mai bine să le ții doar pentru tine. Plângi, suferă, fii trist, dar la tine în cameră. Când ieși în oraș, nu lăsa pe nimeni să vadă ce se petrece cu adevărat în inima ta.

Chiar melomanii îl irită, oamenii aceia maceraţi de o singură patimă, neputincioşi să trăiască fără muzică, fără concupiscenţă fonică, palizi şi rafinaţi, cu ochii extatici sau orbi, injectaţi de voluptate, adunându-se unii lângă alţii şi abandonându-se viciului, fără pudoare, fără reculegere, juisând în public, probabil felicitându-se de sensibilitatea lor muzicală. Sunt afemeiaţi, invertiţi sau masochişti ai spiritului; spiritul, de obicei, e ponderat şi are iniţiativa asupra obiectelor, constrânge şi purifică senzaţiile, dar la ei spiritul e biciuit de voluptate, e posedat de inspiraţia vreunui sentiment uriaş (toţi compozitorii au fost sentimentali, pasionaţi şi abulici, chiar Beethoven).

On September 14, 2015, the LIGO gravitational-wave detectors (built by a 1,000-person project that Rai and I and Ronald Drever co-founded, and Barry Barish organised, assembled and led) registered their first gravitational waves. By comparing the wave patterns with predictions from computer simulations, our team concluded that the waves were produced when two heavy black holes, 1.3 billion light years from Earth, collided. This was the beginning of gravitational-wave astronomy. Our team had achieved, for gravitational waves, what Galileo achieved for electromagnetic waves. I am confident that, over the coming several decades, the next generation of gravitational-wave astronomers will use these waves not only to test Stephen’s laws of black hole physics, but also to detect and monitor gravitational waves from the singular birth of our universe, and thereby test Stephen’s and others’ ideas about how our universe came to be.

Cat wrinkled her nose. "No, thank you." "Take," the rais told her. "Is good." He picked one up and held it out, and when she hesitated, thrust it at her with greater insistence. "With my people, hosbitality important. To refuse is insult." She took a small bite. Sweetness flooded her mouth so that she gasped. It was not in the least what she had expected, for it tasted remarkably like the preserved medlars the cook bottled each autumn from Kenegie's orchard. "Oh..." She took the rest whole, saliva breaking from the corner of her mouth. Al-Andalusi looked on, eyebrow cocked sardonically. "Is fig," he said. "In some tradition it was the friut Eve gave to Adam from the Tree of Knowledge." "In the Bible that was an apple!" "In our tradition, according to the Qu'ran, it was apple also. And when Adam swallowed mouthful od fruit, it stuk in throat and made lump all men have." "The Adam's apple!" Cat cried, astonished. "We call it that as well." "We are, perhaps, not such strangers to each other as you think.

In the name of God, with the help of God I liked to clarify little bit regarding those Ayahs in the beginning of some Swras in the holy Quran which they are 29 Swras, these Ayas are as follows: {الم ,Swra Al-Baqara, Al-Imran, Al- Ankabwt, Al-Rom, Lukman, Al-Sajda} {المص ,Swra Al-Aaraf} {الر ,Swra Younis, Hud, Yousif, Ibrahim, Al-Hijr} {الر, Swra Al- Raied} {کهیعص, Swra Maryam} {طه, Swra Taha} {طسم, Swra Al-Shuaraa, Al-Qasas} {،طس Swra Al-Naml} {یس, Swra Yasin} {ص Swra Sad} {حم, Swra Ghafir, Fwsilat,Al- Zakhraf, Al-Dwkhan, Al-Jathya, Al-Ahqaf} { حمعسق, Swra Shwra} { ق, Swra Qaf} { ن, Swra Al-Qalam} Dear brothers and sisters if these Ayahs are clarified they will take years. With the assistance of God I would clarify one of the clarifications the letters of the Arabic alphabetical Abjadyah are 28 letters 14 letters are brightness {النورانیة} and 14 letters are darkness {الظلمانیة} the brightness letters are: { ا ح ر س ص ط ع ق ك ل م ن ‌ه ي} the rest of letters are darkness the clarification of these Ayahs In most Swras the God says these Ayahs as oaths and endless sacred God refer to these letters saying these are the holy Quran these are the miracles of Quran , the holy Quran is the light and guidance in the holy Quran lightness is above darkness go and discover the Quran more than the three fourths 3/4 of Quran consist on brightness letters. These Ayahs are the key of supplication, if someone attained the key of God’s door, easily will get close to God’s throne. The letters of Arabic alphabetical Abjadyah as follows: أ ب ج د هـ و ز ح ط ي ك ل م ن س ع ف ص ق ر ش ت ث خ ذ ض ظ غ Clarified by Kamaran Ihsan Salih on 09/06/2027

When, shortly afterward, I stopped at the top of the hill and saw the town beneath me, my feeling of happiness was so ecstatic that I didn’t know how I would be able to make it home, sit there and write, eat, or sleep. But the world is constructed in such a way that it meets you halfway in moments precisely like these, your inner joy seeks an outer counterpart and finds it, it always does, even in the bleakest regions of the world, for nothing is as relative as beauty. Had the world been different, in my opinion, without mountains and oceans, plains and seas, deserts and forests, and consisted of something else, inconceivable to us, as we don’t know anything other than this, we would also have found it beautiful. A world with gloes and raies, evanbillits and conulames, for example, or ibitera, proluffs, and lopsits, whatever they might be, we would have sung their praises because that is the way we are, we extol the world and love it although it’s not necessary, the world is the world, it’s all we have. So as I walked down the steps toward the town center on this Wednesday at the end of August I had a place in my heart for everything I beheld. A slab of stone worn smooth in a flight of steps: fantastic. A swaybacked roof side by side with an austere perpendicular brick building: so beautiful. A limp hot-dog wrapper on a drain grille, which the wind lifts a couple of meters and then drops again, this time on the pavement flecked with white stepped-on chewing gum: incredible. A lean old man hobbling along in a shabby suit carrying a bag bulging with bottles in one hand: what a sight. The world extended its hand, and I took it.

Fall behind me States! A man before all—myself, typical, before all. Give me the pay I have served for, Give me to sing the songs of the great Idea, take all the rest, I have loved the earth, sun, animals, I have despised riches, I have given aims to every one that ask'd, stood up for the stupid and crazy, devoted my income and labor to others, Hated tyrants, argued not concerning God, had patience and indulgence toward the people, taken off my hat to nothing known or unknown, Gone freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young, and with the mothers of families, Read these leaves to myself in the open air, tried them by trees, stars, rivers, Dismiss'd whatever insulted my own soul or defiled my body, Claim'd nothing to myself which I have not carefully claim'd for others on the same terms, Sped to the camps, and comrades found and accepted from every State, (Upon this breast has many a dying soldier lean'd to breathe his last, This arm, this hand, this voice, have nourish'd, rais'd, restored, To life recalling many a prostrate form;) I am willing to wait to be understood by the growth of the taste of myself, Rejecting none, permitting all. (Say O Mother, have I not to your thought been faithful? Have I not through life kept you and yours before me?)

Lucy Gray Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, And when I cross'd the Wild, I chanc'd to see at break of day The solitary Child. No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wild Moor, The sweetest Thing that ever grew Beside a human door! You yet may spy the Fawn at play, The Hare upon the Green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night, You to the Town must go, And take a lantern, Child, to light Your Mother thro' the snow." "That, Father! will I gladly do; 'Tis scarcely afternoon— The Minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the Moon." At this the Father rais'd his hook And snapp'd a faggot-band; He plied his work, and Lucy took The lantern in her hand. Not blither is the mountain roe, With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse, the powd'ry snow That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time, She wander'd up and down, And many a hill did Lucy climb But never reach'd the Town. The wretched Parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlook'd the Moor; And thence they saw the Bridge of Wood A furlong from their door. And now they homeward turn'd, and cry'd "In Heaven we all shall meet!" When in the snow the Mother spied The print of Lucy's feet. Then downward from the steep hill's edge They track'd the footmarks small; And through the broken hawthorn-hedge, And by the long stone-wall; And then an open field they cross'd, The marks were still the same; They track'd them on, nor ever lost, And to the Bridge they came. They follow'd from the snowy bank The footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank, And further there were none. Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living Child, That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome Wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.

On September 14, 2015, the LIGO gravitational-wave detectors (built by a 1,000-person project that Rai and I and Ronald Drever co-founded, and Barry Barish organised, assembled and led) registered their first gravitational waves. By comparing the wave patterns with predictions from computer simulations, our team concluded that the waves were produced when two heavy black holes, 1.3 billion light years from Earth, collided. This was the beginning of gravitational-wave astronomy. Our team had achieved, for gravitational waves, what Galileo achieved for electromagnetic waves. I am confident that, over the coming several decades, the next generation of gravitational-wave astronomers will use these waves not only to test Stephen’s laws of black hole physics, but also to detect and monitor gravitational waves from the singular birth of our universe, and thereby test Stephen’s and others’ ideas about how our universe came to be. During our glorious year of 1974–5, while I was dithering over gravitational waves, and Stephen was leading our merged group in black hole research, Stephen himself had an insight even more radical than his discovery of Hawking radiation. He gave a compelling, almost airtight proof that, when a black hole forms and “and then subsequently evaporates away completely by emitting radiation, the information that went into the black hole cannot come back out. Information is inevitably lost.

There are only two types of waves that can travel across the universe bringing us information about things far away: electromagnetic waves (which include light, X-rays, gamma rays, microwaves, radio waves…); and gravitational waves. Electromagnetic waves consist of oscillating electric and magnetic forces that travel at light speed. When they impinge on charged particles, such as the electrons in a radio or TV antenna, they shake the particles back and forth, depositing in the particles the information the waves carry. That information can then be amplified and fed into a loudspeaker or on to a TV screen for humans to comprehend. Gravitational waves, according to Einstein, consist of an oscillatory space warp: an oscillating stretch and squeeze of space. In 1972 Rainer (Rai) Weiss at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology had invented a gravitational-wave detector, in which mirrors hanging inside the corner and ends of an L-shaped vacuum pipe are pushed apart along one leg of the L by the stretch of space, and pushed together along the other leg by the squeeze of space. Rai proposed using laser beams to measure the oscillating pattern of this stretch and squeeze. The laser light could extract a gravitational wave’s information, and the signal could then be amplified and fed into a computer for human comprehension. The study of the universe with electromagnetic telescopes (electromagnetic astronomy) was initiated by Galileo, when he built a small optical telescope, pointed it at Jupiter and discovered Jupiter’s four largest moons. During the 400 years since then, electromagnetic astronomy has completely revolutionised our understanding of the universe.

I have had so many Dwellings, Nat, that I know these Streets as well as a strowling Beggar: I was born in this Nest of Death and Contagion and now, as they say, I have learned to feather it. When first I was with Sir Chris. I found lodgings in Phenix Street off Hogg Lane, close by St Giles and Tottenham Fields, and then in later times I was lodged at the corner of Queen Street and Thames Street, next to the Blew Posts in Cheapside. (It is still there, said Nat stirring up from his Seat, I have passed it!) In the time before the Fire, Nat, most of the buildings in London were made of timber and plaister, and stones were so cheap that a man might have a cart-load of them for six-pence or seven-pence; but now, like the Aegyptians, we are all for Stone. (And Nat broke in, I am for Stone!) The common sort of People gawp at the prodigious Rate of Building and exclaim to each other London is now another City or that House was not there Yesterday or the Situacion of the Streets is quite Changd (I contemn them when they say such things! Nat adds). But this Capital City of the World of Affliction is still the Capitol of Darknesse, or the Dungeon of Man's Desires: still in the Centre are no proper Streets nor Houses but a Wilderness of dirty rotten Sheds, allways tumbling or takeing Fire, with winding crooked passages, lakes of Mire and rills of stinking Mud, as befits the smokey grove of Moloch. (I have heard of that Gentleman, says Nat all a quiver). It is true that in what we call the Out-parts there are numberless ranges of new Buildings: in my old Black-Eagle Street, Nat, tenements have been rais'd and where my Mother and Father stared without understanding at their Destroyer (Death! he cryed) new-built Chambers swarm with life. But what a Chaos and Confusion is there: meer fields of Grass give way to crooked Passages and quiet Lanes to smoking Factors, and these new Houses, commonly built by the London workmen, are often burning and frequently tumbling down (I saw one, says he, I saw one tumbling!). Thus London grows more Monstrous, Straggling and out of all Shape: in this Hive of Noise and Ignorance, Nat, we are tyed to the World as to a sensible Carcasse and as we cross the stinking Body we call out What News? or What's a clock? And thus do I pass my Days a stranger to mankind. I'll not be a Stander-by, but you will not see me pass among them in the World. (You will disquiet your self, Master, says Nat coming towards me). And what a World is it, of Tricking and Bartering, Buying and Selling, Borrowing and Lending, Paying and Receiving; when I walk among the Piss and Sir-reverence of the Streets I hear, Money makes the old Wife trot, Money makes the Mare to go (and Nat adds, What Words won't do, Gold will). What is their God but shineing Dirt and to sing its Devotions come the Westminster-Hall-whores, the Charing-cross whores, the Whitehall whores, the Channel-row whores, the Strand whores, the Fleet Street whores, the Temple-bar whores; and they are followed in the same Catch by the Riband weavers, the Silver-lace makers, the Upholsterers, the Cabinet-makers, Watermen, Carmen, Porters, Plaisterers, Lightemen, Footmen, Shopkeepers, Journey-men... and my Voice grew faint through the Curtain of my Pain.