Russ Book Quotes

That not all men are piggy, only some; that not all men belittle me, only some; that not all men get mad if you won’t let them play Chivalry, only some; that not all men write books in which women are idiots, only most; that not all men pull rank on me, only some; that not all men pinch their secretaries’ asses, only some; that not all men make obscene remarks to me in the street, only some; that not all men make more money than I do, only some; that not all men make more money than all women, only most; that not all men are rapists, only some; that not all men are promiscuous killers, only some; that not all men control Congress, the Presidency, the police, the army, industry, agriculture, law, science, medicine, architecture, and local government, only some. I sat down on the lawn and wept.

At the level of high culture with which this book is concerned, active bigotry is probably fairly rare. It is also hardly ever necessary, since the social context is so far from neutral. To act in a way both sexist and racist, to maintain one's class privilege, it is only necessary to act in the customary, ordinary, usual, even polite manner.

Somewhere there is a book that says you ought to cry buckets of tears over yourself and love yourself with a passion and wrap your arms around yourself; only then will you be happy and free. That's a good book.

This book is written in blood. Is it written entirely in blood? No, some of it is written in tears. Are the blood and tears all mine? Yes, they have been in the past, but the future is a different matter. As the bear swore in Pogo after having endured a pot shoved on her head, being turned upside down while still in the pot, a discussion about her edibility, the lawnmowering of her behind, and a fistful of ground pepper in the snoot, she then swore a mighty oath on the ashes of her mothers (i.e. her forebears) grimly but quietly while the apples from the shaken apple tree above her dropped bang thud on her head: OH, SOMEBODY ASIDES ME IS GONNA RUE THIS HERE PARTICULAR DAY.

Do not get glum when you are no longer understood, little book. Do not curse your fate. Do not reach up from readers' laps and punch the readers' noses. Rejoice, little book! For on that day, we will be free

At thirteen desperately watching TV, curling my long legs under me, desperately reading books, callow adolescent that I was, trying (desperately!) to find someone in books, in movies, in life, in history, to tell me it was O.K. to be ambitious, O.K. to be loud, O.K. to be Humphrey Bogart (smart and rudeness), O.K. to be James Bond (arrogance), O.K. to be Superman (power), O.K. to be Douglas Fairbanks (swashbuckling), to tell me self-love was all right, to tell me I could love God and Art and Myself better than anything on earth and still have orgasms.

At twenty-nine you can’t waste your time reading.

The little blue book was rattling around in my purse. I took it out and turned to the last thing he had said ("You stupid broad et cetera). Underneath was written Girl backs down--cries--manhood vindicated. Under "Real Fight With Girl" was written Don't hurt (except whores). I took out my own pink book, for we all carry them, and turning to the instructions under "Brutality" found: Man's bad temper is the woman's fault. It is also the woman's responsibility to patch things up afterwards. There were sub-rubrics, one (reinforcing) under "Management" and one (exceptional) under "Martyrdom." Everything in my book begins with an M.

This book is written in blood. Is it written entirely in blood? No, some of it is written in tears.

I’d hang a walrus on my wall, and I’d name him Russ. But I’m not a hunter—I’m a lover and a fisherman. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes, if you want to take off your pants and wash up.

Biz olduğuna inanmaya başladığımız, hatta belki de gurur duyduğumuz kişilik özelliklerinin çoğunun, aslında kendimizle olan bağlantımızı kaybettiğimiz yerin izlerini taşıdığını fark etmeni sarsıcı bir etkisi vardır.

teased. "I read that in a book once. A woman went down into the basement and discovered her new husband had a whole ass sex room, with all kinds of freaky shit in there. It was actually pretty damn hot, even though the hero was a pastor.

It’s no secret that I love books. I love stories about people I don’t know, and places I haven’t been to. I’ve lived a thousand lives between a thousand pages, but no story, no life, no page has ever made me as happy as you do, Russ Callaghan. Before I met you, I hadn’t considered what my happy ending might look like. I wasn’t sure I’d get one. You’re my happy ending, Russ. I fell in love with you in Meadow Springs, and watching you help build our life here has made me fall in love with you a million more times. Thank you for giving me a life that feels too good to be true.

Life is like a book that you are writing and reading at the same time. You might have a plan for how it turns out. But for it to be a great book, it needs to be savoured and chewed and digested along the way, like a book you read that changes your life. And you have to prepare for a plot twist and maybe two or three.

We would gladly have listened to her (they said) if only she had spoken like a lady. But they are liars and the truth is not in them. Shrill… vituperative… no concern for the future of society… maunderings of antiquated feminism… selfish femlib… needs a good lay… this shapeless book… of course a calm and objective discussion is beyond… twisted, neurotic… some truth buried in a largely hysterical… of very limited interest, I should… another tract for the trash-can… burned her bra and thought that… no characterization, no plot… really important issues are neglected while… hermetically sealed… women's limited experience… another of the screaming sisterhood… a not very appealing aggressiveness… could have been done with wit if the author had… deflowering the pretentious male… a man would have given his right arm to… hardly girlish… a woman's book… another shrill polemic which the… a mere male like myself can hardly… a brilliant but basically confused study of feminine hysteria which… feminine lack of objectivity… this pretense at a novel… trying to shock… the tired tricks of the anti-novelists… how often must a poor critic have to… the usual boring obligatory references to Lesbianism… denial of the profound sexual polarity which… an all too womanly refusal to face facts… pseudo-masculine brusqueness… the ladies'-magazine level… trivial topics like housework and the predictable screams of… those who cuddled up to ball-breaker Kate will… unfortunately sexless in its outlook… drivel… a warped clinical protest against… violently waspish attack… formidable self-pity which erodes any chance of… formless… the inability to accept the female role which… the predictable fury at anatomy displaced to… without the grace and compassion which we have the right to expect… anatomy is destiny… destiny is anatomy… sharp and funny but without real weight or anything beyond a topical… just plain bad… we "dear ladies," whom Russ would do away with, unfortunately just don't feel… ephemeral trash, missiles of the sex war… a female lack of experience which… Q. E. D. Quod erat demonstrandum. It has been proved.

I had planned to consult with a Black colleague, but when I approached her in the hall she had a crowd of students about, all of them talking, a stack of books in one arm, a mass of student papers in the other, seven committee reports wedged in between, as well as her small daughter in a backpack, and she was looking surreptitiously at her watch. So I went on reading and taking notes.

Well, of course, you can't expect people to rearrange their minds in five minutes. And I'm not good at this. And I don't want to do it. It's a bore, anyway. Unfortunately I know what will happen if I keep on; I'll say that if we are going to talk about these things, let us please talk about them seriously and our fake Britisher will say that he always takes pretty girls seriously and then I'll say I don't you cut off your testicles and shove them down your throat? and then I'll lose my job and then I'll commit suicide. I once hit a man with a book but that was at a feminist meeting and anyway I didn't hit him really, because he dodged. I have never learned the feminine way of cutting a man down to size, although I can imagine how to do it, but truth to tell, that would go against what I believe, that men must live up to such awful things.

The things about you I appreciate May seem indelicate: I'd like to find you in the shower And chase the soap for half an hour. I'd like to have you in my power And see your eyes dilate. I'd like to have your back to scour And other parts to lubricate. Sometimes I feel it is my fate To chase you screaming up a tower Or make you cower By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer. I'd like successfully to guess your weight And win you at a fête. I'd like to offer you a flower. I like the hair upon your shoulders, Falling like water over boulders. I like the shoulders too: they are essential. Your collar-bones have great potential (I'd like your particulars in folders Marked Confidential). I like your cheeks, I like your nose, I like the way your lips disclose The neat arrangement of your teeth (Half above and half beneath) In rows. I like your eyes, I like their fringes. The way they focus on me gives me twinges. Your upper arms drive me berserk. I like the way your elbows work. On hinges … I like your wrists, I like your glands, I like the fingers on your hands. I'd like to teach them how to count, And certain things we might exchange, Something familiar for something strange. I'd like to give you just the right amount And get some change. I like it when you tilt your cheek up. I like the way you not and hold a teacup. I like your legs when you unwind them. Even in trousers I don't mind them. I like each softly-moulded kneecap. I like the little crease behind them. I'd always know, without a recap, Where to find them. I like the sculpture of your ears. I like the way your profile disappears Whenever you decide to turn and face me. I'd like to cross two hemispheres And have you chase me. I'd like to smuggle you across frontiers Or sail with you at night into Tangiers. I'd like you to embrace me. I'd like to see you ironing your skirt And cancelling other dates. I'd like to button up your shirt. I like the way your chest inflates. I'd like to soothe you when you're hurt Or frightened senseless by invertebrates. I'd like you even if you were malign And had a yen for sudden homicide. I'd let you put insecticide Into my wine. I'd even like you if you were Bride Of Frankenstein Or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian's Jekyll and Hyde. I'd even like you as my Julian Or Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan. How melodramatic If you were something muttering in attics Like Mrs Rochester or a student of Boolean Mathematics. You are the end of self-abuse. You are the eternal feminine. I'd like to find a good excuse To call on you and find you in. I'd like to put my hand beneath your chin, And see you grin. I'd like to taste your Charlotte Russe, I'd like to feel my lips upon your skin I'd like to make you reproduce. I'd like you in my confidence. I'd like to be your second look. I'd like to let you try the French Defence And mate you with my rook. I'd like to be your preference And hence I'd like to be around when you unhook. I'd like to be your only audience, The final name in your appointment book, Your future tense.

What did we talk about? I don't remember. We talked so hard and sat so still that I got cramps in my knee. We had too many cups of tea and then didn't want to leave the table to go to the bathroom because we didn't want to stop talking. You will think we talked of revolution but we didn't. Nor did we talk of our own souls. Nor of sewing. Nor of babies. Nor of departmental intrigue. It was political if by politics you mean the laboratory talk that characters in bad movies are perpetually trying to convey (unsuccessfully) when they Wrinkle Their Wee Brows and say (valiantly--dutifully--after all, they didn't write it) "But, Doctor, doesn't that violate Finagle's Constant?" I staggered to the bathroom, released floods of tea, and returned to the kitchen to talk. It was professional talk. It left my grey-faced and with such concentration that I began to develop a headache. We talked about Mary Ann Evans' loss of faith, about Emily Brontë's isolation, about Charlotte Brontë's blinding cloud, about the split in Virginia Woolf's head and the split in her economic condition. We talked about Lady Murasaki, who wrote in a form that no respectable man would touch, Hroswit, a little name whose plays "may perhaps amuse myself," Miss Austen, who had no more expression in society than a firescreen or a poker. They did not all write letters, write memoirs, or go on the stage. Sappho--only an ambiguous, somewhat disagreeable name. Corinna? The teacher of Pindar. Olive Schriener, growing up on the veldt, wrote on book, married happily, and ever wrote another. Kate Chopin wrote a scandalous book and never wrote another. (Jean has written nothing.). There was M-ry Sh-ll-y who wrote you know what and Ch-rl-tt- P-rk-ns G-lm-an, who wrote one superb horror study and lots of sludge (was it sludge?) and Ph-ll-s Wh--tl-y who was black and wrote eighteenth century odes (but it was the eighteenth century) and Mrs. -nn R-dcl-ff- S-thw-rth and Mrs. G--rg- Sh-ld-n and (Miss?) G--rg-tt- H-y-r and B-rb-r- C-rtl-nd and the legion of those, who writing, write not, like the dead Miss B--l-y of the poem who was seduced into bad practices (fudging her endings) and hanged herself in her garter. The sun was going down. I was blind and stiff. It's at this point that the computer (which has run amok and eaten Los Angeles) is defeated by some scientifically transcendent version of pulling the plug; the furniture stood around unknowing (though we had just pulled out the plug) and Lady, who got restless when people talked at suck length because she couldn't understand it, stuck her head out from under the couch, looking for things to herd. We had talked for six hours, from one in the afternoon until seven; I had at that moment an impression of our act of creation so strong, so sharp, so extraordinarily vivid, that I could not believe all our talking hadn't led to something more tangible--mightn't you expect at least a little blue pyramid sitting in the middle of the floor?

The impulse behind fantasy I find to be dissatisfaction with literary realism. Realism leaves out so much. Any consensual reality (though wider even than realism) nonetheless leaves out a great deal also. Certainly one solution to the difficulty of treating experience that is not dealt with in the literary tradition, or even in consensual reality itself, is to 'skew' the reality of the piece of fiction, that is, to employ fantasy. [...] After all, reality is--collectively speaking--a social invention and is not itself really real. Individually, it is as much something human beings do as it is something refractory that is prior to us and outside of us. [...] When I was seventeen and in a writing class in college, I learned that the kinds of things I wrote about--things that came out of my experience as a seventeen-year-old girl--were not serious literary subjects. My realism wouldn't do. So I decided at some point to write fantasy and science fiction. (I did love them!) Nobody could pull me up on the importance or the accuracy of those. The stories in this book are here because they are good stories and because they are part of a fascinating tradition of fantasy. But they are also here (I suspect) because many fine writers who are women have discovered that fantasy, fantastic elements and methods, or simply even the tone of fantasy, give them the method to handle the specifically female elements of their experience in a way that the literary tradition of realism was designed not to do. And I once thought I was the only one!

How selfish soever man may be supposed, there are evidently some principles in his nature, which interest him in the fortune of others, and render their happiness necessary to him, though he derives nothing from it except the pleasure of seeing it. Forty-two words. A long sentence by modern standards. I had to read Smith’s opening sentence twice before I understood what he was saying: that even though people can be pretty selfish, they do care about other people’s happiness. Makes sense. I kept reading. I read the first page. Then the second page and the third. I closed the book. A second confession—I had no idea what Smith was talking about. The book appeared to begin in midstream. Unlike The Wealth of Nations, which is delightful and engaging prose from the get-go, The Theory of Moral Sentiments is very slow going.

A woman by the name of Terry Cole-Whittaker wrote an incredible book entitled What You Think of Me is None of My Business. This title bears remembering and repeating every day because, regardless of the goals, intentions, and dreams you aspire to, there will always be someone to shower you with negativity. They might tell you that it can't be done, that you'll never achieve it, or that you lack the ability or intelligence. They might even laugh at you because of your optimism. Regardless of the person, if you run with a crowd that doesn't support your goals and intentions, you might want to get away from them as soon as possible. Their presence in your life will kill your attitude, smother your energy, and snuff out your dreams. If you can't get away from them, before you allow them affect you, keep in mind that the influence and power they have over you is what you allow it to be.

I hesitate to mention this social dimension of sexism, racism, and class since it can be so easily used as an escape hatch by those too tired, too annoyed, too harried, or too comfortable to want to change. But it is true that although people are responsible for their actions, they are not responsible for the social context in which they must act or the social resources available to them. All of us must perforce accept large chunks of our culture readymade; there is not enough energy and time to do otherwise. Even so, the results of such nonthought can be appalling. At the level of high culture with which this book is concerned, active bigotry is probably fairly rare. It is also hardly ever necessary, since the social context is so far from neutral. To act in a way that is both sexist and racist, to maintain one’s class privilege, it is only necessary to act in the customary, ordinary, usual, even polite manner.

And even though he’s the father of capitalism and wrote the most famous and maybe the best book ever on why some nations are rich and others are poor, Adam Smith in The Theory of Moral Sentiments wrote as eloquently as anyone ever has on the futility of pursuing money with the hope of finding happiness. How do you reconcile that with the fact that no one did more than Adam Smith to make capitalism and self-interest respectable? That is a puzzle I try to unravel toward the end of this book. Besides the emptiness of excessive materialism, Smith understood the potential we have for self-deception, the danger of unintended consequences, the seductive lure of fame and power, the limitations of human reason, and the unseen sources of what makes our lives both so complex and yet at times so orderly. The Theory of Moral Sentiments is a book of observations about what makes us tick. As a bonus, almost in passing, Smith tells us how to lead the good life in the fullest sense of that phrase.

Let’s face it: Despite shelves full of books on software architecture, enough UML diagrams to fill an art museum, and design meetings that seem to last longer than the pyramids, building software mostly comes down to writing one method after another.

An hour before the ceremony, I met up with Russ.  He immediately began trying to talk me out of getting married.  He kept it up all the way to the altar.  We were standing there waiting for Marguerite and her dad to walk down the aisle.  “Come on, Spice, you really don’t want to do this.  There are two exit doors right over there.  We can be out those doors and out of here in just a couple of seconds.  These clods won’t know what hit ‘em.”      “Russ, this is something I really want to do.”      At that very moment, the wedding march started.  I looked down the aisle to see Marguerite.  She was absolutely stunning.  I thought to myself how lucky I was to be here and about to marry someone that beautiful.      Russ said, “Never mind what I said.  I take it all back.  I just hope I can find someone like her someday.

Smith in his book and with his life is telling us how to live. Seek wisdom and virtue. Behave as if an impartial spectator is watching you. Use the idea of an impartial spectator to step outside yourself and see yourself as others see you. Use that vision to know yourself. Avoid the seductions of money and fame, for they will never satisfy. How to be virtuous is not so obvious, and that comes next. But I want to close this chapter with Peter Buffett, the man who ended up selling his Berkshire Hathaway stock for $90,000 and giving up the $100 million he could have had in order to pursue a career as a musician. A few years ago, Peter Buffett reflected on his decision to sell his Berkshire Hathaway stock to pursue his dreams in his memoir, Life Is What You Make It. He claims to have no regrets. But could a life as a successful musician possibly be worth giving up $100 million? Wouldn’t $100 million be even more pleasant? Then you ask yourself—what could he have with the extra millions? A nicer car? He could have a Lamborghini Veneno Roadster that retails for about $4 million. Or he could settle for the lovely Ferrari Spider, at $300,000; he could have a couple of those. He could have a mansion you and I can only imagine, anywhere in the world. Like Onassis, he could own an island or two rather than enduring the indignity of visiting an island in the Mediterranean, say, and having to share it with others while staying at a nice hotel. Could those physical pleasures possibly be worth sacrificing the life in music that he dreamed of and ultimately achieved? I think Peter Buffett got a bargain. He gave up $100 million and got something—hard as it is to imagine—that was even more precious. A good life. I think Adam Smith would agree with me.

In the name of Jesus the son of the living God, we bind the spirit who holds power over this device and cast it far from here. We pray a blessing upon this home and loose the power of God over this household and all who live here. Jesus, you are Lord of all. Today we thank you for your leading and your faithfulness. Bind this spirit and glorify yourself in this place!

Within the Bible, nothing is of more importance than love. We are told the astonishing and beautiful truth: “God is Love.” We are assured that “Love conquers all.” It is love that brings you here today in the union of two hearts and spirits. As your lives interweave as one, remember that it was love that brought you here today, it is love that will make this a glorious union, and it is love, which will cause this union to endure. “Marriage is the most important of all earthly relationships. It should be entered into reverently, thoughtfully, and with a full understanding of its sacred nature. Your marriage must stand by the strength of your love and the power of faith in each other and in God. Just as two threads woven in opposite directions form a beautiful tapestry, so too, will your two lives, when merged, make a beautiful marriage.

Corrie Ten Boom, in her book The Hiding Place, wrote, ‘Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.

that coercive control involves four tactics: violence, intimidation, isolation, and control. Control and isolation are used to limit women's resources and support and to micro-manage a woman’s behavior. Women in such circumstances feel watched and controlled at all times, even when the perpetrator is not present.

The wrath of God is like great waters that are dammed for the present; they increase more and more, and rise higher and higher, till an outlet is given; and the longer the stream is stopped, the more rapid and mighty is its course, when once it is let loose. “It is true that judgment against your evil deeds has not been executed for the flood of God’s vengeance has been withheld, but your guilt is pilling up, and you are each day storing up more wrath, the waters are constantly rising and growing more and more mighty, and there is nothing, but the grace of God, that holds the raging waters back. “If God should withdraw his hand from the flood-gate, it would immediately fly open, and the fiery floods of the fierceness and wrath of God would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and if your strength were ten thousand times greater than it is, even ten thousand times greater than the strength of the bravest, mightiest devil in hell, you would be unable to withstand or endure it. Repentance is the only cure for what surely is your destiny.

You can flee the wrath of God through the cross of Jesus Christ. His blood will save you and cleanse you from sin.” As Ezola spoke those words under the Holy Spirit's powerful anointing, another vision appeared before the intruders.

We have no Government armed with Power capable of contending with human passions, unbridled by morality, and Religion. Avarice, Ambition, Revenge or Gallantry would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a Whale goes through a Net. Our Constitution was made only for moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.” “That speaks volumes. Thank you, senator. It reminds me of the laws of God. We are totally incapable of keeping them without Jesus writing them on our hearts.

The words of Isaiah will soon come to pass. The earth staggers like a drunk and trembles like a tent in a storm. It falls and will not rise again, for the guilt of its rebellion is very heavy. Still, the Lord will reap a harvest. Many will be tried and tested. But those who know their God will shine like the stars in the heavens, and they will do mighty exploits.

There is no neutral ground in the universe; every square inch, every split second, is claimed by God and counter-claimed by Satan.

It is foolish to think that we are in control of everything. Three powers affect every person on earth. They are the world, meaning the society in which we live, the flesh and the devil. All three pull on our spirit every day. Only by the Spirit of God can we hope to overcome their influence.

These are the days' Paul the apostle warned us about when he said, ‘In the last days terrible times will come. For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, having a form of godliness but denying its power.’ May the Lord grant us His strength and grace in this our time of need.

It is in times like these that our faith is tested. Let us remember what the Apostle Peter wrote, ‘Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you: But rejoice, inasmuch as you are partakers of Christ's sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, you may be glad also with exceeding joy. If you are insulted for the name of Christ, you are blessed, for the Spirit of glory and of God rests on you.

When we think of Jesus, we think of peace, gentleness and kindness. All the fruits of the Spirit. While those descriptions are accurate, we must remember that Jesus also said, ‘I have come to set the world on fire, and I wish it were already burning!  I have a terrible baptism of suffering ahead of me, and I am under a heavy burden until it is accomplished.  Do you think I have come to bring peace to the earth? No, I have come to divide people against each other!  From now on families will be split apart, three in favor of me, and two against or two in favor and three against. Father will be divided against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother; and mother-in-law against daughter-in-law, and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law.

George Orwell might have said it best, 'Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.

And in no way be alarmed or intimidated by your opponents, for such constancy and fearlessness on your part is a clear sign for them of their impending destruction, but a seal for you of deliverance and salvation, and that too, from God. Philippians 1:28

Stand before me, my child. I am the LORD, and there is no other; apart from me, there is no God. Behold, I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth; will you not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. Though the days are dark, I will have a remnant. I will not be denied. “Behold, the latter rain is coming. My father has put all things into my hands. Louise, you and others will arise and lead many to righteousness. This night, I have spoken to my servant Grace. You shall stand as one. Tell the others to abandon all else. Fast and pray, for the battle will be great, but the harvest will be greater.” The warmth in Jesus' smile caused all her trepidation to melt away. “I will never leave you or forsake you. Through me, you can do all things.

Third Reich’s propaganda minister, Joseph Goebbels, “If you repeat a lie a thousand times, people are bound to start believing it.

Proverbs 25:2. It is the glory of God to conceal a matter.

Psalm 19:1 tells us that the heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky his handiwork, to those who have eyes to see and ears to hear. His presence is everywhere. We are in what the Bible describes as the last days before the physical appearance of Jesus Christ. God is making a final call to all peoples to repent of their sin and come to him for healing and salvation.

Ancient Greek philosophers, such as Protagoras, Socrates, and Plato, debated the meaning of truth. “What is true for you is true for you, and what is true for me is true for me.” This is the ultimate lie of the enemy, that truth is always personal and relative to self. This is the spirit of antichrist, which you have heard is coming and even now is already in the world.

It is scary. Only God can determine when a soul has crossed over from a mere sinner to what the bible describes as a reprobate mind. Those who have willfully rejected God and become wicked and godless by purposely suppressing the truth, the bible says upon such people, the wrath of God rests.

God is not done yet. He is in control. Millions will come to him during this time. The enemy thinks he is winning, but God is running the show.

He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus. To live is Christ and to die is gain, and I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.

If this be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of your hand, O king.  But if not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the golden image that you have set up.

Imani, a Swahili name meaning faith, and 32-year-old Jadyn, meaning God has heard,

Please beware of the ferocious and merciless predators that track their prey for long periods before choosing the opportune moment to strike. They are silent, shadowy, and deadly. They populate the human psyche where vanity, pride, and deceit battle for control of the human heart. These creatures lie in wait for an invitation. Each person is tempted when they are enticed and baited to sin by their own desire. Such demons can only be destroyed through heartfelt repentance.

There is yet a more deadly form of rebellion. Those who seek to silence truth for gain and to keep others in bondage. Therein lies the deepest darkness. Jesus declared, “I Am the truth.” When questioned by Pilate, Jesus testified, “I have come into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth hears My voice.” Pilate’s retort to Him, “What is truth?

Romans 5:20. “Where sin abounds, grace abounds much more.

You made yourself available. You always say, “It’s not ability, its availability that God desires.” We have nothing to fear. Remember Jeremiah 29:11. ‘For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

Like rails on a railroad track, darkness, and light would continue to race side-by-side until the coming of the Glorious One.

Never has there been a greater danger of people given up to hardness of heart and blindness of mind. God seems now to be hastily gathering in his elect in all parts of the world. It will be as it was on that great outpouring of the Spirit upon the Jews in the days of the Apostles. The ax is laid at the root of the trees. Every tree that does not bring forth good fruit will be cut down and cast into the fire. Come to Jesus and flee the wrath to come. The wrath of Almighty God is now hanging over a great part of this town. What will you do today? Will you spit in the face of grace and be thrown into the outer darkness, or will you run to the merciful heart of the God of gods and King of kings?

Remember I Peter 4:12 and 13,  “Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed.

Over 2,600 years ago the Prophet Jeremiah, under the influence of the Holy Spirit, wrote, “Then the LORD said to me, ‘You have seen well, for I am watching over my word to perform it.’” God diligently and carefully watches to make sure that his word is fulfilled.

The phrase “appointed time,” occurs twenty two times in scripture. Concerning His coming he says, “The revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.” And again he writes, “Some of the wise will stumble, so that they may be refined, purified and made spotless until the time of the end, for it will still come at the appointed time.” God is precise. Some may not see it that way, but nonetheless it is true. Dark times may be upon us, but we are encouraged to move forward in Christ. Jesus said, “As long as it is day, I must do the work of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work.

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you." --Deuteronomy 31:6

Job 42:2. “I know that You can do anything, and no plan of Yours can be thwarted.

If the important things are hard to measure, and the measurable things misleading, what kind of decision framework is left? This book is my answer to that question.

In addition to Neil Mallon, members included Raigorodsky, MacNaughton, Everette DeGolyer, and Dallas mayor Earle Cabell, brother of Charles Cabell, who was Allen Dulles’s deputy CIA director. Another member was D. Harold Byrd, who owned the building in downtown Dallas that would become known as the Texas School Book Depository.

As the Senate’s Church Committee would note: “In 1967 alone, the CIA published or subsidized over 200 books, ranging from books on African safaris . . . to a competitor to Mao’s little red book, which was entitled Quotations from Chairman Liu.” One such book, produced by the Domestic Operations division—the one that was monitoring Oswald—told the story of “a young student from a developing country who had studied in a communist country.” According to the CIA, that book “had a high impact in the United States.

Allen Dulles even infiltrated that paragon of objectivity the Encyclopaedia Britannica, whitewashing the agency’s Bay of Pigs fiasco in an article in the 1963 Book of the Year.63

When a wound doesn’t mend on its own, one of two things will happen: it can either remain raw or, more commonly, be replaced by a thick layer of scar tissue. As an open sore, it is an ongoing source of pain in a place where we can be hurt over and over again by even the slightest stimulus. It compels us to be ever vigilant - always nursing our wounds, as it were - and leaves us limited in our capacity to move flexibly and act confidently lest we be harmed again. The scar is preferable, providing protection, and holding tissues together, but it has its drawbacks: it is tight, hard, inflexible, unable to grow, a zone of numbness. The original healthy, alive flash, is not regenerated.

believe the Lord is about to pour out His Spirit on a hurting world. The world system is well on its way to destruction, but God never said He would save the government, only those who would call on His name.

It's no secret that I love books. I love stories about people I don't know, and places I haven't been to. I've lived a thousand lives between a thousand pages, but no story, no life, no page has ever made me as happy as you do, Russ Callaghan.

The Book of Proverbs states, ‘When the righteous triumph, there is great elation; but when the wicked rise to power, men go into hiding.

Less ability to focus on the normal, the baseline, including states of observation, contemplation, and transitions from which ideas spark— what many under the age of twenty now consider a void, proclaiming boredom… On a biological as well as a cultural level, such brain state changes affect learning, socialization, recreation, partnering, parenting, and creativity—in essence, all factors that make a society and a culture.

Remember us unto life, O King who delights in life,” Jerry intoned, “and inscribe us in the Book of Life for Thine own sake, O God of life!

Daniel wrote in Chapter Seven and verses nine and ten: ‘As I looked, thrones were set in place, and the Ancient of Days took his seat. His clothing was as white as snow; the hair of his head was white like wool. His throne was flaming with fire, and its wheels were all ablaze. A river of fire was flowing, coming out from before him. Thousands upon thousands attended him; ten thousand times ten thousand stood before him. The court was seated, and the books were opened.

John wrote, ‘And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Another book was opened, which is the book of life. The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books.

In Chapter Eleven of the Book of Revelation, it states, ‘The nations were angry; and your wrath has come. The time has come for judging the dead, and for rewarding your servants, the prophets, and your saints, and those who reverence your name, both small and great, and for destroying those who destroy the earth.’ He will come, Uzi! He will come soon!

Book of Revelation. “The sixth angel poured out his bowl on the great river Euphrates,” Sangler read from Chapter 16, verse 12, “and its water was dried up to prepare the way for the kings from the East.

of us.

Jesus H. Mud-Wrestling Christ.

crickets singing for love before the frosts came and mowed them all down.

think if you put that much faith in God, you wouldn’t need to be in counseling.” “No. Well. God’s not big into talk therapy.

Even a father can learn from his children. The restless fortitude of Jaghatai. The cunning of Alpharius. The confidence of Roboute. The dauntless heart of Mortarion, afraid of nothing, not even death. The way that Russ trained anger to be utterly loyal, while Angron enslaved anger so it could not master him. The patient resolve of Rogal, willing to make, abandon, and remake his plans, again and again, over and over, until he has refined the one that will work, unafraid to redraft and change his scheme.

I shall betroth thee unto me forever.  Yea, I shall betroth thee unto me in righteousness, and in loving kindness and in compassion, and I shall betroth thee unto me in faithfulness…” The Book of Hosea, Chapter Two, Verse Nineteen.

If I have the eloquence of men and of angels, but speak without love, I am simply a gong booming or a cymbal clashing.  If I have the gift of prophecy, understanding all mysteries and knowing everything, and if I have all faith so as to move mountains, but am without love, I gain nothing.  Love is always patient and kind, it is never jealous nor selfish, it does not take offense and is not resentful.  Love does not take pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth.  It is always ready to excuse, to trust, and to endure whatever comes.  Love does not end.  There are, in the end, three things that last: Faith, Hope and Love, and the greatest of these is Love.’  The Book of First Corinthians, Chapter Thirteen.

sound that was almost, but not quite, silence.

Jewish is practically Catholic,” Elle said. “You have the guilt, you adore your mothers, and you own good silver candlesticks.

midnight fall of hair

It’s no secret that I love books. I love stories about people I don’t know, and places I haven’t been to. I’ve lived a thousand lives between a thousand pages, but no story, no life, no page has ever made me as happy as you do, Russ Callaghan.

At that time Michael, the great prince who protects your people, will arise. There will be a time of distress such as has not happened from the beginning of nations until then. But at that time your people--everyone whose name is found written in the book--will be delivered”. Daniel 12:1

Greater is he that is in you than he who is in the world. There is great darkness all around you, but you must not fear. Take your positions and behold the salvation of the Lord. For the battle is mine, says the Lord. Lay every weight and every obstacle down and run the race to win the prize. For I Am, that I Am, declares the Lord and there is none beside me. You are my treasure and I am your great reward.

As summed up in the book "Prolife Feminism", these pioneering women felt that "abortion was the product of a social system that compelled women to remain ignorant about their bodies, that enabled men to dominate them sexually without taking responsibility for the consequences, that denied women support during and after the resulting pregnancies, and that placed far more value on a child's 'legitimacy' than on his or her life and well-being.

Smith in his book and with his life is telling us how to live. Seek wisdom and virtue. Behave as if an impartial spectator is watching you. Use the idea of an impartial spectator to step outside yourself and see yourself as others see you. Use that vision to know yourself. Avoid the seductions of money and fame, for they will never satisfy.

Chris Putnam’s book on The Supernatural Worldview is a good place to glean information in regard to the interface between the supernatural and the natural world. Of course, Russ Dizdar’s book, The Black Awakening, should be referenced as well.

Psalm 18, verse 25 says, ‘To the faithful you show yourself faithful, to the blameless you show yourself blameless’.

There is a spiritual battle raging for the souls of all humanity like we haven’t seen since the book of Acts. It will continue to grow in intensity as we draw closer to the coming of the Lord Jesus.

In his book, The Happiness Trap, leading ACT practitioner Dr Russ Harris, explains that negative thoughts are only considered problematic if we get caught up in them, give them all of our attention, treat them as the absolute truth, allow them to control us, or get in a fight with them.

Having a system for thinking deeper can provide greater insight into solving everyday problem. Such a system is shared in my book, Medical Investigation 101.

Having a system for thinking deeper can provide greater insight into solving everyday problems. Such a system is shared in my book, Medical Investigation 101.

Analyzing everyday situations using a systematic approach similar to that utilized by physicians when investigating a medical mysteries can result in better choices.

The video, Carrie's video, was a snuff film, Russ. A fucking snuff film.