Rias Quotes

Sentinel meeting tonight,” Ria told her. “At Lucas's place.” “Time?” ... “Seven. Sascha's doing dinner.” “God save us all.” Sascha had decided she liked cooking. Unfortunately, cooking didn't like her back.

Dahulu dia selalu katakan apa yang dia pikirkan, tangiskan, apa yang ditanggungkan, teriakan ria kesukaan di dalam hati remaja. Kini dia harus diam- tak ada kuping sudi suaranya.

Poor manners on my part. What is your name?" "Ria." "Ria, is that short for Rian?" "Yes, it is," she smiled. "Rian, would you please cross your legs?" The request was made with such an earnest tone that not even a titter escaped the class. Looking puzzled, Rian crossed her legs. "Now that the gates of hell are closed," Hemme said in his normal rougher tones. "We can begin.

A vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios. Por isso, cante, chore, dance, ria e viva intensamente, antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine sem aplausos

Oh, now, Ria, you malign me. I'm as honest as a rose garden is beautiful." "And as full of dung," replied Sophronia without missing a beat.

This is not a cut, Felix. I must go fix something." "Why is it always your problem to fix, Ria?" "Because I see that there is a problem when no one else does.

You are my mate, Ria. In my soul. You are my mate. ~ Mercury

Ria snorted. “Leo’s pride rarely leaves the plains. What are they supposed to mate? The zebras?

a rescuer appeared out of the forest. “You screamed, madam?” “Why, Lord Mersey, what are you doing here?” “Following you, of course. Spot of bother?” “Little bit of one, yes.” The young man looked with interest at Sophronia’s opponents, one holding a collapsed Dimity, one bleeding from a gash to the arm, and the third bleeding from a wound to the back. “My dear Ria, you hardly need my help.” “Hardly.

You’re a wonderful dancer, Ria.” “Mademoiselle Geraldine’s takes such things seriously.” “Ah. And how many ways do you know to kill me, while we dance?” “Only two, but give me time.” “You have lovely eyes. Has anyone ever told you that?” “What rot. They are a muddy green. What are you about, Lord Mersey?” Felix sighed, looking genuinely perturbed. His air of ennui was shaken. “I am trying to court you. Truth be told, Miss Temminnick, you make it ruddy difficult!” “Language, Lord Mersey.” Sophronia felt her heart flutter strangely. Am I ready to be courted? “See!

You‟re my mate. Think you can handle that?” It was hard to speak with her heart bursting open. “Think you can handle me?” “So long as you're gentle with me.”" Emmett to Ria - Whisper of sin

pra onde vão os trens, meu pai? para mahal, tamí, para camirí, espaços no mapa, e depois o pai ria: também pra lugar algum, meu filho, tu podes ir e ainda que se mova o trem, tu não te moves de ti.

Don't be sad because it's over. Be happy because you can start over.

As well, they used their B-52 bombers to drop thousands of tons of bombs which included napalm and cluster bombs. In a particularly vile attack, they used poisonous chemicals on our base regions of Xuyen Moc, the Minh Dam and the Nui Thi Vai mountains. They sprayed their defoliants over jungle, and productive farmland alike. They even bull-dozed bare, both sides along the communication routes and more than a kilometre into the jungle adjacent to our base areas. This caused the Ba Ria-Long Khanh Province Unit to send out a directive to D445 and D440 Battalions that as of 01/November/1969, the rations of both battalions would be set at 27 litres of rice per man per month when on operations. And 25 litres when in base or training. So it was that as the American forces withdrew, their arms and lavish base facilities were transferred across to the RVN. The the forces of the South Vietnamese Government were with thereby more resources but this also created any severe maintenance, logistic and training problems. The Australian Army felt that a complete Australian withdrawal was desirable with the departure of the Task Force (1ATF), but the conservative government of Australia thought that there were political advantages in keeping a small force in south Vietnam. Before his election, in 1964, Johnston used a line which promised peace, but also had a policy of war. The very same tactic was used by Nixon. Nixon had as early as 1950 called for direction intervention by American Forces which were to be on the side of the French colonialists. The defoliants were sprayed upon several millions of hectares, and it can best be described as virtual biocide. According to the figure from the Americans themselves, between the years of 1965 to 1973, ten million Vietnamese people were forced to leave their villages ad move to cities because of what the Americans and their allies had done. The Americans intensified the bombing of whole regions of Laos which were controlled by Lao patriotic forces. They used up to six hundred sorties per day with many types of aircraft including B52s. On 07/January/1979, the Vietnamese Army using Russian built T-54 and T-59 tanks, assisted by some Cambodian patriots liberated Phnom Penh while the Pol Pot Government and its agencies fled into the jungle. A new government under Hun Sen was installed and the Khmer Rouge’s navy was sunk nine days later in a battle with the Vietnamese Navy which resulted in twenty-two Kampuchean ships being sunk.

Listen to me, Ria. It will be different when you and I have a home. It will be a real home, one that people will want to come running back to.

Tiếng mưa mỗi lúc một tỉ tê, vây bọc chú, giam chú trong nỗi sầu muộn và biến tim chú thành đầm lầy. Chú ngọ ngoạy đầu, giơ tay lay nhẹ một cọng ria và âu sầu tự hỏi: "Bàn tay em vẫy ngoài xa vắng Có phải lòng anh đang có mưa?

A vida é um palco de teatro que não admite ensaios. Por isso, cante, chore, ria, antes que as cortinas se fechem e o espectáculo termine sem aplausos

I'll send Ria to you. Save you sneaking up the wall.

Less talk, more action, pussycat

You can be more than what the stars wish for. More than you ever dreamed.

Braveggia, urla! T'affretta a palesarmi il fondo dell'alma ria!'' ''Shout, braggart! What a rush you're in to show me the last dregs of your vile soul!

Kau yakin kau sudah mengecek rias wajahmu? Matamu kelihatan seperti mata panda.

Frustrated, Ria threw down her napkin and rose to her feet. "If he's that great, you marry him. I will not marry a man who hasn't even attempted to French-kiss me the entire year we've been 'dating.'" Her parents yelled her name, but Jet's incredulous voice drowned them out. "Seriously? Not even a little tongue? You're right-- dude is lame.

I know when a man's hungry. And if you'd use your woman parts more often, you'd know, too!

When I love someone, I am blind for his/her flaws. When I hate someone, I am blind for his/her perfection

They expect us to die, but the best revenge is to live.

Nice prong," said Sophronia after a moment. Felix grinned and waggled his eyebrows lasciviously. "Thank you for saying so." Sophronia was instantly suspicious. "You mean that isn't a ballistic exploding steam missile fire prong?" "No such thing, my dear Ria, but it certainly sounds wicked, doesn't it?" "Then what is it?" He handed the evil-looking object over. "Ah, a portable boot-blackening apparatus with pressure-controlled particulate emissions, and attached accoutrement to achieve the highest possible shine. For the stylish gentleman on the go.

We call him Felix. Doesn't hold with titles, do you, Viscount?" "A luxury only the titled can afford, I'm sure," said Sophronia. "Don't worry, Ria," a molasses voice whispered near her ear. "You will call me Felix, regardless." A fan snapped down between them. "None of that! No vampire would ever be so intimate!" Lady Linette did not hold with obvious flirting. Flirting, yes, but not obvious flirting.

Tu eres mi Compañera, Ria, En Mi alma tu eres mi Compañera~Mercury

Als we alleen maar dat wat we kunnen waarnemen met onze zintuigen voor waarheid aannemen, brengt kennis dan inzicht, of bevordert het aannames?

How so much pain and such happiness could fit in the tiny space inside her, Ria didn’t know.

Her lips tip up into a small, pained smile, “I love you.” Those three words end me.

It seems the world has split into two: rebels and royals. A line has been drawn in the sand, but I am not sure which side I belong to anymore.

That's what stories do. They teach us to remember, and to overcome.

The fractured self is not something that needs to be rectified fixed and made whole; by freeing thought of the blinkers of representation, the space of fracture, of multiplicity (as opposed to unity) becomes a powerful place and one from which the most radical ideas can emerge.

The definition of a hero changes depending on the needs of the person with the dictionary. And of late I’ve become more aware how much being a hero to the empire means being a war criminal to the rest of the world.

Olhei pela janela e vi como que um torso humano poisado entre os destroços: um soldado alemão, com as duas pernas arrancadas pela explosão, ria a bandeiras despregadas. Eu olhava e ele não parava de rir no meio de uma poça de sangue que alastrava pelo entulho

Nunca, porém, o tinham amado pelo que ele era, menino abandonado, aleijado e triste. Muita gente o tinha odiado. E ele odiara a todos. Apanhara na polícia, um homem ria quando o surravam. Para ele é este homem que corre em sua perseguição na figura dos guardas. Se o levarem, o homem rirá de novo. Não o levarão. Vêm em seus calcanhares, mas não o levarão. Pensam que ele vai parar junto ao grande elevador. Mas Sem-Pernas não para. Sobe para o pequeno muro, volve o rosto para os guardas que ainda correm, ri com toda a força do seu ódio, cospe na cara de um que se aproxima estendendo os braços, se atira de costas no espaço como se fosse um trapezista de circo.

(…) o Burkina ria – e que aquele documento não era falso, falso era tudo o que declararam, o que inventaram, como faz muita gente que declara o que quer e bem entende e depois consegue documentos como esse e todos são forçados a dizer que é mesmo verdade. Aqui já não existe documento falso… Existe é pessoas falsas

I live in different worlds. One world where I perform my duty as a part of society. My favorite is my world. The writing's world.

A vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios. Por isso, cante, chore, dance, ria e viva intensamente, antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine sem aplausos.

Well, it hurts but that maybe the only way.

Kamu selalu bisa membuat aku tertawa, tapi juga selalu bisa membuat aku menangis.

Gue cuma pengen lo ngerasain rasanya dibohongin. Nggak enak, kan?

Alleen als je de zon in je rug hebt kun je een regenboog zien.

Ria sozinha quase o tempo todo, uma moça magra querendo controlar a própria loucura, discretamente infeliz.

Katakanlah: apa duka, apa ria, apa nestapa, apa jenaka, apa iseng, apa segala. Bagaimanapun, mereka ada, bernapas, dan hidup juga.

I will tear them all limb from limb, I’ll let their blood coat my skin, wearing it like a cloak and I won’t stop until I have my little bird back in my arms.

I’m the motherfucking king and this is my kingdom and all kingdoms need a queen.

I had fallen in love with a monster.

Our parents never loved me. They gave me up because of a stupid prophecy. And for what? For my safety?” If my blood was cold before, it has turned into ice.

Alexander Silver was both my monster and my savior, but he wasn’t the villain in my story.

Idul adha itu soal keiklhasan merelakan sesuatu yang kita miliki, bukan berfoto ria dengan sapi.

Evenings without you are Empires stacked on my heart! - Neda Ria Loncho

Some questions are too stupid to be answered

Ele não sorria, já o dissemos, mas ria; às vezes, até mesmo com frequência; um riso amargo. No sorriso há consentimento, enquanto o riso é muitas vezes uma recusa.

Si que­da­ba al­gu­na es­pe­ran­za, debía estar en los pro­les, por­que solo en esas masas des­pre­cia­das, que cons­ti­tuían el ochen­ta y cinco por cien­to de la po­bla­ción de Ocea­nía, podía ge­ne­rar­se la fuer­za ne­ce­sa­ria para des­truir al Par­ti­do. Este no podía de­rro­car­se desde den­tro. Sus enemi­gos, si es que los había, no te­nían forma de unir­se o si­quie­ra de re­co­no­cer­se mu­tua­men­te. In­clu­so en caso de que exis­tie­ra la le­gen­da­ria Her­man­dad —lo cual no era del todo im­po­si­ble— re­sul­ta­ba in­con­ce­bi­ble que sus miem­bros pu­die­ran re­unir­se en gru­pos de más de dos o tres. La re­be­lión se li­mi­ta­ba a un cruce de mi­ra­das, una in­fle­xión de la voz o, como mucho, una pa­la­bra su­su­rra­da oca­sio­nal­men­te. En cam­bio los pro­les, si pu­die­ran ser cons­cien­tes de su fuer­za, no ten­drían ne­ce­si­dad de cons­pi­rar. Bas­ta­ría con que se en­ca­bri­ta­ran como un ca­ba­llo que se sa­cu­de las mos­cas. Si qui­sie­ran, po­drían volar el Par­ti­do en pe­da­zos a la ma­ña­na si­guien­te. Tarde o tem­prano tenía que ocu­rrír­se­les. Y sin em­bar­go…

Otro hombre toca lo que es mío y lo mato. Lo destrozaría, Ria. Cualquiera que se atreva a intentar hacerte daño, y la locura será la menor de mis debilidades. Me destruirá. Eres mía-Mercury

Where do you keep your memories of love, past lovers?” QiRia looked at her. “In my head, of course.” He looked away. “There are not so many of those, anyway,” he said, voice a little quieter. “Loving becomes harder, the longer you live, and I have lived a very long time indeed.” He fixed his gaze on her again. “I’m sure it varies across species – some seem to do quite well with no idea of love at all – but you soon enough come to realise that love generally comes from a need within ourselves, and that the behaviour, the… expression of love is what is most important to us, not the identity, not the personality of the one who is loved.

ADVERSARIA  (ADVERSA'RIA)   n.s.[Lat. A book, as it should seem, in which Debtor and Creditor were set in opposition.]A common-place; a book to note in. These parchments are supposed to have been St. Paul’s adversaria.Bull’sSermons.

[...] o Major Saulo, de botas e esporas, corpulento, quase um obeso, de olhos verdes, misterioso, que só com o olhar mandava um boi bravo se ir de castigo, e que ria, sempre ria — riso grosso, quando irado; riso fino, quando alegre; e riso mudo, de normal.

Only you, Ria," he groaned, "only you. I cannot live without you or this feeling you bring me. I want to be in you every day, all day, for the rest of my life. I want to wake up next to you, make you only mine, and do this every fucking day. This is heaven. You are my everything.

Drake growled against her mouth. Ria's body felt as if it were a flame. When Drake made that sound, she melted for him. Something about that rumble that began in his chest caressed every nerve in her body, making her want more. He pushed her shirt up and began to nip at her belly.

Drake's eyes opened, and Ria felt her heart rate pick up. Gently, he removed her hand and backed off the bed to shed his jeans in record time. Commando. She couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. He crooked an eyebrow at her. "I'm not going to be the only one naked here.

Minha mãe não era uma mulher que ria. Ela não ria porque (1) percebia que todo mundo que ouvia sua risada ficava desagradavelmente surpreso e (2) depois que nos mudamos para o norte de Nova York tudo deixou de ter graça. […] Ela só assistia sitcoms com várias câmeras e deixada a TV ligada no volume baixo a noite inteira, porque assim meus sonhos ficavam elásticos e abertos ao improviso, especialmente preparados para interpretar a risada pré-gravada que nunca parava de passar. Ela ficou decepcionada quando descobriu que eu tinha herdado sua risada feia e glotal e me aconselhou contê-la com a mão

Seja forte. Seja aplicada. Seja conscienciosa. E isso nunca se consegue escolhendo o caminho fácil. Exceto claro, quando o caminho já seja fácil por si. Às vezes, acontece. Em tal caso, não busque um novo mais complicado. Só os mártires vão procurar os problemas de maneira deliberada. (…) Ria. Ria muito e com vontade. E, quando as circunstâncias pedirem silêncio, converta a risada em sorriso. Não se conforme. Descubra o que quer e persegue-o. E se não souber o que quer, tenha paciência. Todas as respostas chegarão ao seu devido tempo e verá que seus desejos estiveram diante de você todo o tempo.

Okay, well, I guess we should do nominations,” Pearl said finally. Jessica raised her hand. “I nominate Hailey Farmer,” she said before anyone could acknowledge her. There’s a big shock, Megan thought. “Okay. Hailey, do you accept the nomination?” Pearl asked. “Yes, I do,” Hailey said gravely. “She totally rehearsed that,” Ria said in Megan’s ear.

I will always protect you,” I tell her, “You will always be first.” “Your city comes first,” she breathes, pressing a kiss to my palm. “Not anymore, little bird.” Her eyes open and she stares up at my face, checking for deceit in my words but she’ll find none. I never thought it possible. Weakened by a woman, brought to my knees by a single female who started out as a means to an end but became my queen instead.

Hey, Hailey, want a bracelet?” Pearl asked. Everyone turned to look at her. Stilted conversation was one thing. Gifts were quite another. “Uh…sure,” Hailey said. She turned and unzipped the small pouch on her backpack. As she dug through it, Ria whacked Pearl on the arm. “You’re gonna make her jewelry?” Ria whispered. “Ow! What’s the big deal?” Pearl whispered back. “That girl does not deserve presents,” Ria replied. “Well, I can’t take it back now,” Pearl said, looking miserable.

Aqui, na maioria dos casos, desvanecia-se toda a lógica e vencia o §, endoidecia o §, escumava o §, ria o §, ameaçava o §, e não conhecia perdão. Eram malabaristas de leis, comedores de letras de decretos-lei, devoradores de acusados(...) Eram excepção alguns poucos senhores(...) que não levavam a lei tanto a sério(...) Foi a um desses senhores que levaram Svejk para interrogatório. Um homem já de certa idade e de aspecto bondoso que em tempos, ao investigar o conhecido assasino Vales, nunca se esquecera de lhe dizer: «Tenha a bondade de se sentar, senhor Vales, calha estar aqui uma cadeira livre».

non piangere, Wanda. Resterai con me.»«Otto vite» sussurrai stretta a lui, con voce spezzata. «In otto vite non ho mai trovato nessuno in grado di trattenermi su un pianeta, nessuno da seguire fra i pianeti. Non ho mai trovato un compagno. Perché proprio adesso? Perché proprio tu? Appartieni a un'altra specie. Come puoi tu essere il mio compagno?»«Che strano universo» mormorò. «Non è giusto» protestai, ripetendo le parole di Sole. Non era giusto. Com'era possibile che avessi finalmente trovato l'amore e fossi costretta ad abbandonarlo, a un passo dalla fine? Era giusto che la mia anima e il mio corpo non sapessero riconciliarsi? Era giusto che dovessi voler bene anche a Melanie?Era giusto che Ian dovesse soffrire? Meritava la felicità più di chiunque altro. Non era giusto, e nemmeno... logico. Come potevo infliggergli tanto dolore?«Ti amo» sussurrai.«Non dirlo come fosse un addio.»Invece dovevo. «Io, l'anima che chiamano Viandante, ti amo, Ian, anche se sei umano. E ciò non cambierà mai, qualsiasi cosa io diventi.» Scandii ogni parola per fargli capire che non mentivo. «Se anche fossi un Delfino, un Orso o un Fiore, non mi importerebbe. Ti amerò per sempre, per sempre ti ricorderò. Tu sarai il mio unico compagno.»Le sue braccia si irrigidirono, mi cinsero ancora più forte, e sentii la fu-ria scorrere dentro di loro. Era difficile respirare.«Tu non vai da nessuna parte, Viandante. Tu resti qui.» «Non puoi permettere che Mel resti intrappolata, è come ucciderla, Jeb.»Ian si chinò verso il cerchio di luce, la sua espressione di nuovo furiosa. «Non è la stessa fine a cui condanneresti Wanda, Jared? E tutti noi, se la porti via?»«Ma quale "tutti noi"! Tu vuoi salvare Wanda a spese di Melanie... è l'unica cosa che ti importa.»«Tu invece vuoi avere Melanie, a spese di Wanda, è l'unica cosa che importa a te! Perciò, visto che siamo pari, tocca decidere cos'è meglio per la comunità.»«No! Tocca decidere cos'è meglio per Melanie! Il corpo è suo!»

O amor nascido da beleza não era meu. Eu nada tinha em comum com ele. Eu não teria coragem de mexer com ele, mas o outro amor, aquele que se aventurou timidamente a nascer, após um longo período de familiaridade, que foi consolidado pela dor, marcado pela constância, cimentado pela liga da pura e durável afeição, submetido pelo intelecto às provas da própria inteligência e, levado, finalmente, pelos seus próprios meios, a um estado de integridade sem lacunas: esse amor que se ria da paixão, com os seus frenesis e delírios de rápidos fulgores, neste amor eu tinha grande interesse e tudo que tendesse ao seu desenvolvimento ou à sua destruição, não podia me deixar impassível.

I don't think about Pomegranate often anymore. I've said all I need to about it. Now I just live my life. With my best friend. We go to the cinema. We look up at the clouds. We go to watch his Uncle Max and his airplane. Adrien flies in it now that he's well enough. And Pomegranate is a distant memory. I choose to think of better things. Of Mum. Of Alan Turing and his incredible invention. Of Dad and Gregor. Of Ria and her new career. Of Adrien and his terrible jokes. Adrien and I walk the lonely road together now. It's not lonely anymore. I'm not alone. We laugh most of the time now, I've noticed. We spend hours after school working on the paper in the garden. Next to the vegetable plot. I love to eat what we grow there. I've had enough of bad fruit.

Wait," he said. "Before we leave, can I, um, can I see what you really look like now?" "Doofus. I look like your sister." "I know. But there's more now. Right?" It was a fair question. She said, "Okay. But you have to promise not to freak out. Just remember I'm still me, regardless of what it might look like." "I promise." And so it was there, in the reimagined and reconstructed memory of the kitchen she once shared with Ria, that Molly set aside her human form and showed her brother what she had become. The transition went more smoothly than it had in Bayliss's hotel room. She dialed it back when Martin flinched and shielded his eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked, momentarily consumed with a vision of bloody tears streaking Bayliss's face. "Oh, Moll," said Martin. He was crying. Not blood, though. "They turned you into starlight.

I didn’t know you had a new friend, Miller; that’s great.” “Megan’s my new friend too,” Miller said. Finn looked at Megan, practically beaming. “Yeah, I know. That’s pretty clear.” Megan was suddenly very interested in her salad. She felt like everyone at the table was watching her and she didn’t look up again until they had all started to eat. The second she did, Ria caught her eye and shot her an impressed glance. “What?” Megan mouthed, knitting her brows. Ria made a face and looked in Finn’s direction. Everything in her expression implied that she thought Finn was here for Megan. That Finn was here because he liked Megan. Megan rolled her eyes, shook her head no, and looked down at her tray again to cut Ria off from expressing anything further. Holding her breath, she cast a look toward Finn and he glanced quickly away. He had been watching her. Megan’s heart raced and she took a long sip of her soda. Ria was insane. Finn did not like her. Finn liked girls like Kayla Bird. That might not have worked out, but Kayla was clearly his type and clearly nothing like Megan. No. Ria was wrong. She just had to be.

And as he watched, the first powerful four-legged lion stepped into the clearing. The male animal shook the snow from its dark, flowing mane, tilted its head and roared into the night. Another call followed, and yet another. And as Dane watched, Lawe and Rule moved warily from their positions, edging back to the limo as he threw the doors open and allowed the two Breeds to slide inside the warmth of the car. Rye didn't bother to get out and enter the back through a door. He slid over the seat positioned behind the driver's area and stared back at Dane in surprise. "There's a lot of fucking lions out there," he commented uncomfortably. They were screaming into the night now, spurred by the animal Dane could swear he could feel heading this way. Another animal stepped in. A lioness, her scream echoing through the night as the lions surrounded the cabin. A dozen fully grown, enraged creatures, following one simple command. To protect Mercury's mate. Dane let a smile tip his lips as he opened the small bar set in the center of the seat and pulled free the whiskey and glasses. "Looks like the night just got interesting, my friends," he drawled, pouring the alcohol. "I say we enjoy the show while we can." Ria's mate was coming for her.

Aproximávamo-nos agora da floresta enquanto a estrada ia descrevendo uma volta quando demos pelas pegadas de um homem. Depois de outro homem que trazia botas. As marcas mostravam ligeiros sinais de chuva e parámos o carro para ver melhor a pé. - Tu e eu – disse a Ngui. - Sim – disse ele com um sorriso – Um deles tem pés grandes e caminha como se estivesse cansado. - Um está descalço e anda como se a espingarda fosse pesada demais para ele. Pára o carro – disse a Mthuka. Descemos. - Olha – disse Ngui. – Um anda como se fosse muito velho e mal pudesse ver. O que está calçado. - Olha – disse eu – O que está descalço anda como quem tem cinco mulheres e vinte vacas. Gastou uma fortuna em cerveja. - Não vão chegar a lado nenhum – disse Ngui – Olha, o que vai calçado anda como se fosse morrer de um momento para o outro. Vai a cambalear com o peso da espingarda. - Que achas que andam a fazer por estes lados? - Como é que hei-de saber? Olha, o dos sapatos agora está mais forte. - Está a pensar na shamba – disse Ngui. - Kwenda na shamba. - Ndio – confirmou Ngui – Que idade dás tu ao mais velho, o dos sapatos? - Não tens nada com isso – disse eu. Dirigimo-nos para o carro e quando ele se aproximou subimos e eu indiquei a Mthuka a orla da floresta. O condutor ria-se e abanava a cabeça. - Que é que andavam os dois ali a fazer a seguir as vossas pegadas? – disse Miss Mary – Já sei que era muito engraçado porque todos se estavam a rir. Mas pareceu-me bastante parvo

-La cuestión de cómo debe practicar la filosofía una ciudad que no quiera perecer; porque todas las grandes empresas son peligrosas y verdaderamente lo hermoso es difícil, como suele decirse. -Sin embargo -dijo-, hay que completar la demostra­ción dejando aclarado este punto. -Si algo lo impide -dije- no será la falta de voluntad, sino de poder. Pero tú, que estás aquí, verás cuánto es mi celo. Mira, pues, de qué modo tan vehemente y temera­rio voy ahora a decir que la ciudad debe adoptar con res­pecto a este estudio una conducta enteramente opuesta a la de ahora. -¿Cómo? -Los que ahora se dedican a ella -dije- son mozalbe­tes, recién salidos de la niñez, que, después de haberse asomado a la parte más difícil de la filosofía -quiero de­cir lo relativo a la dialéctica-, la dejan para poner casa y ocuparse en negocios y con ello pasan ya por ser con­sumados filósofos. Y en lo sucesivo creen hacer una gran cosa si, cuando se les invita, acceden a ser oyentes de otros que se dediquen a ello, porque lo consideran como algo de que no hay que ocuparse sino de manera acceso­ria. Y al llegar la vejez, todos, excepto unos pocos, se apa­gan mucho más completamente que el sol heracliteo, porque no vuelven a encenderse de nuevo. -¿Y qué hay que hacer? -dijo. -Todo lo contrario. Cuando son niños y mozalbetes deben recibir una educación y una filosofía apropiadas a su edad; y en esa época en que crecen y se desarrollan sus cuerpos tienen que cuidarse muy bien de ellos preparán­dolos así como auxiliares de la filosofía. Llegada la edad en que el alma entra en la madurez, hay que redoblar los ejercicios propios de ella; y, cuando, por faltar las fuerzas, los individuos se vean apartados de la política y milicia, entonces hay que dejarlos ya que pazcan en libertad y no se dediquen a ninguna otra cosa sino de manera acce­soria; eso si se quiere que vivan felices y que, una vez ter­minada su vida, gocen allá de un destino acorde con su existencia terrena.

the military-industrial-scientific complex, because today’s wars are scientific productions. The world’s military forces initiate, fund and steer a large part of humanity’s scientific research and technological development. When World War One bogged down into interminable trench warfare, both sides called in the scientists to break the deadlock and save the nation. The men in white answered the call, and out of the laboratories rolled a constant stream of new wonder-weapons: combat aircraft, poison gas, tanks, submarines and ever more efficient machine guns, artillery pieces, rifles and bombs. 33. German V-2 rocket ready to launch. It didn’t defeat the Allies, but it kept the Germans hoping for a technological miracle until the very last days of the war. {© Ria Novosti/Science Photo Library.} Science played an even larger role in World War Two. By late 1944 Germany was losing the war and defeat was imminent. A year earlier, the Germans’ allies, the Italians, had toppled Mussolini and surrendered to the Allies. But Germany kept fighting on, even though the British, American and Soviet armies were closing in. One reason German soldiers and civilians thought not all was lost was that they believed German scientists were about to turn the tide with so-called miracle weapons such as the V-2 rocket and jet-powered aircraft. While the Germans were working on rockets and jets, the American Manhattan Project successfully developed atomic bombs. By the time the bomb was ready, in early August 1945, Germany had already surrendered, but Japan was fighting on. American forces were poised to invade its home islands. The Japanese vowed to resist the invasion and fight to the death, and there was every reason to believe that it was no idle threat. American generals told President Harry S. Truman that an invasion of Japan would cost the lives of a million American soldiers and would extend the war well into 1946. Truman decided to use the new bomb. Two weeks and two atom bombs later, Japan surrendered unconditionally and the war was over. But science is not just about offensive weapons. It plays a major role in our defences as well. Today many Americans believe that the solution to terrorism is technological rather than political. Just give millions more to the nanotechnology industry, they believe, and the United States could send bionic spy-flies into every Afghan cave, Yemenite redoubt and North African encampment. Once that’s done, Osama Bin Laden’s heirs will not be able to make a cup of coffee without a CIA spy-fly passing this vital information back to headquarters in Langley.

Daeth is but a doorway to the Akasha field

Death is but a doorway to the Akasha field.

W Sta­nach nie­za­leż­nie od po­li­tycz­ne­go roz­da­nia rzą­dzi więc kilka po­tęż­nych or­ga­ni­za­cji lob­by­stycz­nych. Naj­waż­niej­sza z nich to Wall Stre­et, a więc banki i in­sty­tu­cje fi­nan­so­we. Drugą jest sek­tor mi­li­tar­ny oraz bez­pie­czeń­stwa. Wy­jąt­ko­wo groź­ny dla resz­ty świa­ta, co po­ka­za­ły wy­pad­ki sprzed de­ka­dy. Trze­ci blok to po­tęż­ne lobby izra­el­skie. Potem jesz­cze lobby gór­ni­czo-naf­to­we. Szcze­gól­nie wpły­wo­we od cza­sów Geo­r­ge’a W. Busha, który po­sta­wił wieu naf­cia­rzy na czele po­wią­za­nych z rzą­dem ogra­ni­za­cji zaj­mu­ją­cych się śro­do­wi­skiem. Na tym przy­kła­dzie do­brze widać, jak dzia­ła ta „neo­li­be­ral­na de­re­gu­la­cja”. To zna­czy naf­cia­rze w imie­niu rządu re­gu­lu­ją swój wła­sny sek­tor. I niech pan zgad­nie, w któ­rym kie­run­ku to re­gu­lu­ją! Oczy­wi­ście robią to w taki spo­sób, żeby więk­sza część kosz­tów ich dzia­łal­no­ści zo­sta­ła prze­rzu­co­na na in­nych. W tym przy­pad­ku na śro­do­wi­sko. W ten spo­sób ich pro­duk­ty mogą być śmiesz­nie tanie. A sek­tor ban­ko­wy? Do­kład­nie ta sama hi­sto­ria. Po­zwo­lo­no ban­kom w imię wol­no­ści ro­snąć do roz­mia­rów, gdy stały się zbyt duże, by upaść. I teraz rząd musi je ra­to­wać za każ­dym razem, gdy wpad­ną w kło­po­ty. I to nie tylko po­przez ba­ilo­uty. O wiele czę­ściej od­by­wa się to w spo­sób dużo bar­dziej za­ka­mu­flo­wa­ny. Przez dłuż­szy czas Fed mu­siał wpusz­czać w go­spo­dar­kę cięż­kie mi­liar­dy do­dat­ko­wych do­la­rów. W efek­cie na Wall Stre­et pa­nu­je nie­spo­ty­ka­na hossa. A re­al­na go­spo­dar­ka jak tkwi­ła, tak tkwi w kło­po­tach. Na rynek we­wnętrz­ny to się w ogóle nie prze­kła­da. To nie jest żadna de­re­gu­la­cja. To jest sa­mo­re­gu­la­cja.

anyway, encouraging her daughter in breaking up another man’s family, having the baby of a married man? Some help and example she must have been to Bernadette if this is the way things turned out. But then Ria realized that it could not have been what that woman wanted for her daughter either. Possibly she had been horrified by it all as Ria would be horrified if her own Annie were to get involved with a middle-aged married man. Possibly the mother hadn’t been told that Danny was married at the start. And had then become suspicious. Suddenly Ria remembered the woman who had telephoned her, the voice demanding to know if she was Mrs. Danny Lynch. This was the woman. Danny had concocted some cock-and-bull story at the time, but had later admitted it. Ria would have done the same if Annie were to be involved with a married man. She would have called the house to check if his wife really existed. To speak to the enemy. This woman probably loved her daughter too. She would have wished for a boyfriend who was young and single. But who could know what a daughter was going to do? Was seeing Bernadette better than not seeing her? She sat in the car biting her lip and wondering. Possibly better. It meant that now there was no more imagining. It had cleared that area of speculation from her mind. It didn’t make it any more bearable that she was so young. Or forgivable. There was a knock on the car window and Ria jumped. For a mad moment she thought Bernadette and her mother were about to confront her. But it was the anxious face of a traffic warden. “You were not even thinking about

Zij die de toegang tot Akasha hebben gevonden, willen niets liever dan over die drempel gaan, slechts een enkeling kan de verleiding weerstaan en keert terug om anderen te helpen de weg te vinden.

Os séculos desfilavam num turbilhão, e, não obstante, porque os olhos do delírio são outros, eu via tudo o que passava diante de mim,— flagelos e delícias, — desde essa coisa que se chama glória até essa outra que se chama miséria, e via o amor multiplicando a miséria, e via a miséria agravando a debilidade. Aí vinham a cobiça que devora, a cólera que inflama, a inveja que baba, e a enxada e a pena, úmidas de suor, e a ambição, a fome, a vaidade, a melancolia, a riqueza, o amor, e todos agitavam o homem, como um chocalho, até destruí-lo, como um farrapo. Eram as formas várias de um mal, que ora mordia a víscera, ora mordia o pensamento, e passeava eternamente as suas vestes de arlequim, em derredor da espécie humana. A dor cedia alguma vez, mas cedia à indiferença, que era um sono sem sonhos, ou ao prazer, que era uma dor bastarda. Então o homem, flagelado e rebelde, corria diante da fatalidade das coisas, atrás de uma figura nebulosa e esquiva, feita de retalhos, um retalho de impalpável, outro de improvável, outro de invisível, cosidos todos a ponto precário, com a agulha da imaginação; e essa figura, — nada menos que a quimera da felicidade, — ou lhe fugia perpetuamente, ou deixava-se apanhar pela fralda, e o homem a cingia ao peito, e então ela ria, como um escárnio, e sumia-se, como uma ilusão.

them?” Ria hoped that Danny

little pain that it was

lip and released her hand.

Warm, Considering likes to think it is very protective of me.” QiRia drank from his glass. “It is very protective of me. But certain sorts of protection, even care, can shade into a sort of desire for ownership. Certainly into a feeling that what is being protected is an earned exclusivity of access for the protector, not the privacy of the protected.” He looked across at her. His eyes were the colour of the sea, she remembered. Dark now. “Do you understand?

CLI Caiu nossa pátria em desgraça Quando de cravo ao peito se exultava Aquela manhã de Abril ser de raça Da liberdade que tanto se ansiava Que pura ilusão, tão grande ameaça Em nossos braços a fortuna nos lançava, Ria-se e cantava-se com desengano Pois as lágrimas seriam nosso dano.

A música tinha um enredo e desfiava esse enredo como uma pessoa amiga que entrava para uma visita, uma pessoa muito amiga mas muito estranha, que ora chorava, ora ria, repetindo de vez em quando o começo da historinha: “Sabe, Virgínia, eu vou contar, era uma vez...

— Minha cara, enxaqueca de viúva é falta de homem na hora de dormir. Tem remédio fácil, compra-se com o casamento… — Casamento? Deus me livre e guarde… — Também não é obrigatório… Pode tomar o remédio sem casar, o que não falta por aí é homem, minha cara — e ria tagarela.

Uma irresistível necessidade de estar só, completamente só, uma aflição de conversar consigo mesma, a apartava no seu estreito quarto sufocante, tão tristonho e tão pouco amigo. Pungia-lhe na brancura da alma virgem um arrependimento incisivo e negro das torpezas da antevéspera; mas, lubrificada por essa recordação, toda a sua carne ria e rejubilava-se, pressentindo delicias que lhe pareciam reservadas para mais tarde, junto de um homem amado, dentro dela balbuciavam desejos, até ai mudos e adormecidos; e mistérios desvendavam-se no segredo do seu corpo, enchendo-a de surpresa e mergulhando-a em fundas concentrações de êxtase. Um inefável quebranto afrouxava-lhe a energia e distendia-lhe os músculos com uma embriaguez de flores traiçoeiras.

Prevejo os cruéis desgostos que te vai aí dar, além das vergonhas. Disse-lhe que não fosse, sem se vestir ao estilo das senhoras de Lisboa. Não quer. Aparece-te aí goticamente vestida, com o fatal vestido do casamento, e o fatal chapéu, que é um monstro de palha. Há dois anos te dizia eu que vestisses tua mulher senhorilmente. Respondias-me que os melhores enfeites de uma virtuosa são as virtudes. Agora, atura-a. Se ela aí for vestida de virtudes, dize lá a essa gente que se não ria dela.

De joelhos, com a cabeça baixa e coberta com um trapo imundo, concentro-me em escutar os galos, quantos são, se estão numa gaiola ou no galinheiro. Meu pai criava galos de briga e, como não tinha com quem me deixar, me levava às rinhas. Das primeiras vezes, eu chorava ao ver o galinho desnorteado na arena, e ele ria e me chamava de mulherzinha.

Enquanto os meses passam, faze de conta que estás no teatro, entre um ato e outro, conversando. Lá dentro preparam a cena, e os artistas mudam de roupa. Não vás lá; deixa que a dama, no camarim, ria com os seus amigos o que chorou cá fora com os espectadores. Quanto ao jardim que se está fazendo, não te exponhas a vê-lo pelas costas; é pura lona velha sem pintura, porque só a parte do espectador é que tem verdes flores

APORIA  (APO'RIA) n.s. [a figure in rhetorick, by which the speaker shews, that he doubts where to begin for the multitude of matter, or what to say in some strange and ambiguous thing; and doth, as it were, argue the case with himself. Thus Cicero says, Whether he took them from his fellows more impudently, gave them to a harlot more lasciviously, removed them from the Roman people more wickedly, or altered them more presumptuously, I cannot well declare. Smith’s Rhetorick.

Até saíra num jornal da capital que aquilo era abuso do poder. Jonas ria-se: ele não abusava; os outros é que não detinham poderes nenhuns. E repetia o ditado: cabrito come onde está amarrado.

The girl you knew was a silly little romantic with her head in the clouds,' she hissed back at him, lowering her voice again as Steven glanced their way. 'I learned to hit back.' 'You certainly did.' Ty put down the half-empty cup, taking advantage of the pause to gather himself. When he spoke again it was in modulated, reasonable tones. 'Ria, it wasn't the way you thought back then. I no more wanted to lose you than you wanted to go, only it wouldn't have worked out. You needed a home, boyfriends, parties—all the things you'd missed out on trying to be what you weren't. All I could offer you was a rusting boat and a life where even I couldn't be sure what the next day was going to bring.' 'I see.' She attempted the same level delivery. 'So you sent me away for my own sake. Self-sacrificing of you, Ty—if I believed a word of it!

In this life, Griffin, choosing the lesser evil is not always the smart choice.