Sha Quotes

Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!

Aqalmandi Ka Takaza Tou Yehi Hai Kay Insan Khuda Kay Tasawar Ko Sha'ori Tor Par Thek Tarah Say Samajh Lay. Aisa Na Hoa Tou Koi Aur Sha'ay Khuda Ban Kar Apni Pooja Karwaney Lagay Gi".

My Pakistanis, you have not left me alone and I promise, I will never leave you alone in sha Allah

This is good,” said Ikash to Sha, looking about. “The ash is all about us, but we are not being burned.

After Supper the Master dismissed all except Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha the Monk. He took them out with him and said, "Look at that wonderful moolight. It makes me long for the time when I can return home.

Nothing creates a bond between people in Africa more quickly than shaed laughter".

If you lose, I will share your burden of infamy for all eternity. If you die, I will accompany you in death.

اذا استنفدت اسباب الارض فلا تيأس ..فان الله سبحانه لن يتركك

You are makin’ me brave,” said Sha

Sha la la, man...

I sha'n't catch up in this world, anyway. I'd rather you'd not go unless you must.

La vida, perquè sigui vida, s'ha de viure a poc a poc...

If one's heart is small, all their sufferings even as large as a house can only be crammed in that small corner. But if one's heart were as vast as heaven and earth, then even if their troubles were as large as a mountain, they would become nothing more than a droplet of water in the endless sea. 心有一隅，房子大的烦恼就只能挤在一隅中，心有四方天地，山大的烦恼也不过是沧海一粟

If you want the stars, I will not give you the moon. Even if it is rainy or cloudy, I will still put up a ladder to the sky to pick them for you.

You ever have that happen where you meet someone and just--clash? We were like a gravel and cream sandwhich." "That is the weirdest thing you have ever said. I suppose you were the cream?" "Of course I was the cream. Sha."--Eve Rosser, The Drama Queen's Last Dance (Rachel Caine)

Who knows what frost endures this heart of mine, who’ll share with me this cup of bitter wine…

The boatman then gently guided the raft across. They saw a dead body floating. At the sight of this, the Master was greatly frightened. But Sun smiled and said, "Master do not be alarmed! That corpse is none other than your own." Zhu Bajie said, "It is you, it is you!" Sha the Monk clapped his hands, and also said, "It is you, it is you!" The boatman also remarked "It was yours, I congratulate you." The three pilgrims congratulated him, and they quietly crossed over the Could Ferry in safety. The Master's shape was changed, and he jumped ashore on the other side with a very light body.

I think perhaps we want a more conscientious life. We're tired of drudging and sleeping and dying. We're tired of always deferring hope to the next generation. We're tired of hearing the politicians and priests and cautious reformers (and the husbands!) coax us, 'Be calm! Be patient! Wait! We have plans for a Utopia already made; just give us a bit more time and we'll produce it; trust us; we're wiser than you.' For ten thousand years they've said that. We want our Utopia now - and we're going to try our hands at it. All we want is - everything for all of us! For every housewife and every longshoreman and every Hindu nationalist and every teacher. We want everything. We sha'n't get it. So we sha'n't ever be content -

الحرية ليست فوضى انما هى نظام ....فالحرية ان أتقيد بمنهج هذا الاعتقاد فليست المسأله كلاما يقال وانما الحرية الحقيقية هى كلام مسئول يؤدى الى نظام سليم وعمل صالح

Sha erzi, what do you know? When you care about someone, you want to be inconvenienced—you wouldn’t mind being inconvenienced by them every day for the rest of your life. That’s what love is. That’s all love really is.

Wildflower in hand, Gu Yun had planned to casually tuck it into Chang Geng’s hair where he stood closest to him. Just as he raised his hand, however, he found himself ensnared by Chang Geng’s gaze. He was surprised to find that Chang Geng’s eyes had followed him closely all this time. The expression on his face seemed to declare, Even if you placed a wedding veil on my head, I wouldn’t mind.

If your heart contains only a corner, worries the size of a house must be squeezed into a corner. If your heart is as large as the world, worries the size of a mountain will be no more than a drop in the ocean.

On the battlefield , whoever clings to life is the first to die.

When a person’s attitude toward someone began to change, they began to see the other in a different light as well.

That’s right, Sha-kira?” I shook my head “No, sorry. My hips do lie.” “Damn ok, back to the drawing board.

Patience, Loo-Sha,” Soren said as he leaned a shoulder against the wall. To this, Zun snorted a single laugh. “That is like telling the wind to stop blowing,” he added, deadpan.

I’ve just been certified as a shaman, or sha-woman, if you please,” Dr. Tuttle said.

Sha na tay, sha na tay,” he said, his voice becoming more sure as he chanted it, seeking the attention of the Goddess that he was reluctantly beginning to believe in. He’d seen too much not to. His pulse quickened, an awareness seemed to touch on him— one eye among thousands idly turning his way. The line was all around him, and dizzy with it, he let it fill his chi. And when he was sure he had the Goddess’s attention, he reached for Rachel’s chi.

Chang Geng seemed to sense his volatile mood. He had just gotten a taste of the benefits of pouting and acting spoiled; he wasn’t about to stop now.

Don't be tricked by the verisimilitude into forgetting this is fiction!

Attached, a palm to send to Jiangbei, to measure the span of my intended's waist on my behalf. Gu Yun, chapter 115, p. 22

Chang Geng was torn between heartache and a strong desire to beat him to death.

Potser és que venim al món a cobrir vacants i cada un s'ha de resignar amb la que li toca.

there are no secrets in this world that can be perfectly concealed—merely those who fail to observe the subtlest clues.

The suffering of mankind lies not in letting go but in holding on. The more things you hold, the fuller your hands, and the more they will weigh you down with every step forward.

When people call me a photographer, I always feel like something of a charlatan—at least in Japanese. The word shashin, for photograph, combines the characters sha, meaning to reflect or copy, and shin, meaning truth, hence the photographer seems to entertain grand delusions of portraying truth.

الحرية الحقيقيه هى حرية نسبية فليست هناك فى اى مجتمع من المجتمعات شئ اسمه " لحريه المطلقة " وليس هناك على الارض انسان يستطيع ان يقول انا حر حرية مطلقة ..............انك ما دمت تعيش فى مجتمع ومعك ناس فلابد ان تحترم حرياتهم لكى تضمن انهم سوف يحترمون حريتك

In the name of God, the One who is merciful and compassionate. May blindness strike the eye of the envious one! Ma sha’ allah, it’s God’s will, this is right! The first one’s a girl, and a girl comes to raise her little brothers. Ten boys will follow her, God willing. Bismillahi . . . allahuma salli ala n-nabi. Prayers be on the blessed Prophet!

Do heroes ever get happy endings? As long as you have food to eat and clothes to wear, as long as you can sleep without worrying about the next day, that’s already the best life you can possibly live. Even if it’s boring, even if you’re hard up, you’ll be okay.

THE PASTURE I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n’t be gone long. – You come too. I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha’n’t be gone long. – You come too.

After panting a while, Gu Yun patted Chang Geng on the back and said nonsensically, “Aiyo, darling, you’re crushing me to death.

some people really were remarkably proficient at hitting right where it hurt.

If a man living in the world cannot even manage the little plot around him, what need is there for him to cast his gaze so far?

after years of wishful thinking, it takes but a moment to fall fully into delirium.

Chang Geng could no longer lie to himself. This time, in his dream, he had truly and unreservedly been…he had truly and unreservedly been defiling his young godfather.

Those who have not known suffering believe in no god nor Buddha.

Fate is a mysterious thing. The fate of one person is already unpredictable—never mind that of a nation. This, perhaps, is something only God knows.

¿No lo ves? Ni siquiera tiene los colores de Veda, tiene los tuyos. Lo que te sienta bien y lo que te gusta. Nize la encargó contigo en mente, Sha. Por si volvías.

Uzoq hayot yo‘lin o‘tdimu bosib, Olam hikmatini ayladim yakun. Kim - erk, hayot deb jang qilolsa har kun - Erku hayot uchun o'sha munosib.

I’d rather be a lone lioness, roaring and free, than a caged bird without even a name to call my own. ~Ai’sha

Al-Lah alone decides whether we live or die. The rest is vanity. ~Ai’sha

Each day was an unfinished thought. Night was a secret bursting to be told. ~Ai’sha

Chang Geng nearly dipped down to kiss Gu Yun’s temple—as if it were the most natural thing in the world—then flinched back as he realized the disgraceful direction of his instincts.

Aqalmandi Ka Takaza Tou yehi Hai Kay Insan Khuda Kay Tasawar Ko Sha'ori Tor Par Thek Tarah Sayt Samajh Lay. Aisa Na Hoa Tou Koi Aur Sha'ay Khuda Ban Kar Apni Pooja Karwaney Lagay Gi

Danshari.” It’s a three-character Japanese word that means, in order of the characters,1 severing a relationship with unnecessary things (dan), purging clutter that overwhelms the home (sha), and achieving a sense of peace by separating the self from things (ri). Cleaning your home of clutter, the idea goes, also cleanses your heart and mind—regardless of where the stuff ends up.

La raison qui m’a conduit à proférer de la poésie (shi‘r) est que j’ai vu en songe un ange qui m’apportait un morceau de lumière blanche ; on eût dit qu’il provenait du soleil. « Qu’est-ce que cela ? », Demandai-je. « C’est la sourate al-shu‘arâ (Les Poètes) » me fut-il répondu. Je l’avalai et je sentis un cheveu (sha‘ra) qui remontait de ma poitrine à ma gorge, puis à ma bouche. C’était un animal avec une tête, une langue, des yeux et des lèvres. Il s’étendit jusqu’à ce que sa tête atteigne les deux horizons, celui d’Orient et celui d’Occident. Puis il se contracta et revint dans ma poitrine ; je sus alors que ma parole atteindrait l’Orient et l’Occident. Quand je revins à moi, je déclamai des vers qui ne procédaient d’aucune réflexion ni d’aucune intellection. Depuis lors cette inspiration n’a jamais cessé.

Shiva” is Life. Shiva can be split as Sha+ee+Va where Sha stands for Shareeram or body, ee stands for eeshwari or life giving energy and Va stands for vayu or motion. Thus Shiva represents the body with life and motion.

Chang Geng’s relaxed smile froze on his face. He took the flute back and handed it to one of the little girls staring at him in eager expectation. “It’s just a child’s toy, only a rough and simple thing. Yifu mustn’t make fun of me.” Gu Yun stood speechless. He stared silently at the little girl’s flute and thought to himself, But I want one too.

Khalid had come up with that name, Shadia. The big man was her guide into this seedier side of Cairo, where Fatma el-Sha’arawi, special investigator with the Egyptian Ministry of Alchemy, Enchantments, and Supernatural Entities, would draw unwanted attention.

They leapt over the desk, sliding under the half-open gate as the other men opened fire. A hail of bullets screamed above them, punching holes in the wall behind the desk. Caine heard a man shout in Chinese. “Buyao sha tamen. Do not kill them! I want Sean Tyler alive!

We are as the dead," Sha said. "Our purpose is to dedicate our lives to the service of our lord. And, when it is necessary, to surrender those lives. When we become what we are, we lose our lives - our names, our family, our homes, and our honour. All that remains is our lord.

The song came back suddenly, longer and more triumphant! It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. The voice of an angel. “SGN’WAHL! SHA’SHOGG! THROD! CTHULHU’AI!” The ground shook again. I was so lost in that most beautiful of songs that once again I fell to the stone. I peered up from the ground… and marveled.

Empowered Women 101: A confident and faithful woman that loves herself and knows what she is capable of creating will attract the right man that will want to be part of that plan. God won't bring her a man that she has to mold into what she wants him to be. A relationship is about two people helping one another grow, not just one.

1 SHA’BAN Did you know that 6 month prior to Ramadan the Sahaba’s used to make du’a to Allah that He would let them reach Ramadan. After Ramadan they used to make du’a for 6 month that Allah would accept their fasting and good deeds. Today is the first day of Sha’ban and Ramadan is not too far off. You might be wondering where the time has gone, and might feel a bit overwhelmed or even afraid of the long hours of fasting. You might also be asking yourself, “what have I done so far to prepare myself for this blessed month?” Many times we focus too much on the aspect of planning our meals for this month, but Ramadan is not the month of cooking, it is the month when the Quran was sent down, a month of worship. So let’s put the menu planning on the side, and prioritize on how we can prepare our hearts for this glorious month. Something you can start right now is to follow the Sahaba’s example and make that same du’a until we reach Ramadan. “Allahumma Balighna Ramadan” “Oh Allah let us reach Ramadan

It made my eyes water a little to remember her crying there all by herself in the night, and them devils laying there right under her own roof, shaming her and robbing her; and when I folded it up and give it to her I see the water come into her eyes, too; and she shook me by the hand, hard, and says: “Good-bye. I’m going to do everything just as you’ve told me; and if I don’t ever see you again, I sha’n’t ever forget you and I’ll think of you a many and a many a time, and I’ll pray for you, too!”—and she was gone. Pray for me! I reckoned if she knowed me she’d take a job that was more nearer her size. But I bet she done it, just the same—she was just that kind. She had the grit to pray for Judus if she took the notion—there warn’t no back-down to her, I judge. You may say what you want to, but in my opinion she had more sand in her than any girl I ever see; in my opinion she was just full of sand. It sounds like flattery, but it ain’t no flattery. And when it comes to beauty—and goodness, too—she lays over them all. I hain’t ever seen her since that time that I see her go out of that door; no, I hain’t ever seen her since, but I reckon I’ve thought of her a many and a many a million times, and of her saying she would pray for me; and if ever I’d a thought it would do any good for me to pray for her, blamed if I wouldn’t a done it or bust.

learned them from YouTube, Instagram, and though my mother said she wanted instruction too, she never stuck with the rituals I prescribed. Contouring and gua sha massage, retinol and ten-step serum routines, all abandoned, as if she thought learning to care for herself would rob her own mom of the chance to rise from the dead and teach her.

Moreover, until the advent of anachronistic European political Zionism at the turn of the 20th century the people of Palestine (Arabic: sha’b Filastin) included Arab Muslims, Arab Christians and Arab Jews. Being a rendering of the Israeli Zionist/Palestinian conflict, historically speaking the binary of Arab versus Jew in Palestine is deeply misleading.

If you truly can’t restrain these restless feelings, perhaps you should let nature take its course.

He took Chang Geng, who was stiff as a board from head to toe, into his arms and earnestly pressed a line of kisses from his brow to his lips.

Aquí la equitación lo es todo, los varones salen de sus madres con diminutas sillas de montar entre las piernas".

Make sure that the people you keep close to you are worthy of the trust you give them.

Ara la vida s'ha convertit en el futur. Cada moment de la teva vida es viu pel futur.

Heal the soul first; then healing of the heart, mind, and body will follow.

Forgiveness brings inner joy and inner peace.

我少年时就看着义父房里“世不可避”的字长大，后来又跟师父走遍山川，一口世道艰险不过方才浅尝辄止，岂敢就此退避？此身生于世间，虽然天生资质有限，未必能像先贤那样立下千秋不世之功，好歹也不能愧对天地自己……和你。

Flowers may bloom time and again, but humans can never relive their youth.

جب میں باہر سے بڑا سخت نظر آؤں گا تم سمجھنا کہ میں اندر سے بہت ٹوٹا ہوں

Removing stress enhances health.

El crepuscle, un altre cop. […] Un altre final. Tant li fa com en sigui de perfecte el dia, sempre s'ha d'acabar.

L'habilitat d'inventar-se mentides creïbles és un talent que no s'ha de subestimar.

Gu Yun was still lost in thought. At the sound of his voice, Gu Yun turned his head and unexpectedly met Chang Geng’s eyes. His heart stuttered in his chest. He’d never noticed how Chang Geng looked at him before. His gaze, faintly reflecting the soft white snow, was unwavering in its focus. It was as if he wished to swallow Gu Yun whole within the depths of his eyes.

A person’s youth is as tiny and insignificant as this bean. It disappears in the blink of an eye, never to return. Later you’ll realize just how much time you squandered on useless endeavors.

Surprisingly, he really was getting ready to work. This was a rare phenomenon, witnessing Master Shiliu doing something productive—an uncommon occurrence comparable to flowers blossoming on an iron tree.

cord inside Gu Yun’s heart quietly drew taut and he couldn’t help but begin to stealthily observe Chang Geng. But rather than dispel those indescribable misgivings, the longer he watched, the more panic-stricken he became.

A Molotschna, la sort no existeix. És pecat creure en la sort. Un s'ha d'avergonyir de plorar. Tot és voluntat de Déu, res no queda abandonat a l'atzar en la creació de Déu. Si Déu va crear el món, per què no ens hi hem d'incloure nosaltres?

Hi vaig aprendre (suposo que en realitat ho sabia ja) que mai no es pot tornar enrera, que ni tan sols s'ha d'intentar tornar-hi... que l'essència de la vida és anar cap endavant. En realitat, la vida és un camí amb una direcció única, no ho creieu?

— Què tens? —vaig preguntar-li suaument. Em va ignorar mentre es mirava la lluna. — El crepuscle, un altre cop —va mussitar—. Un altre final. Tant li fa com en sigui de perfecte el dia, sempre s'ha d'acabar. — Hi ha coses que no tenen per què acabar-se.

SHORT NOTE ABOUT SHA-1 A lot of people become concerned at some point that they will, by random happenstance, have two objects in their repository that hash to the same SHA-1 value. What then? If you do happen to commit an object that hashes to the same SHA-1 value as a previous object in your repository, Git will see the previous object already in your Git database and assume it was already written. If you try to check out that object again at some point, you’ll always get the data of the first object. However, you should be aware of how ridiculously unlikely this scenario is. The SHA-1 digest is 20 bytes or 160 bits. The number of randomly hashed objects needed to ensure a 50% probability of a single collision is about 280 (the formula for determining collision probability is p = (n(n-1)/2) * (1/2^160)). 280 is 1.2 x 10^24 or 1 million billion billion. That’s 1,200 times the number of grains of sand on the earth. Here’s an example to give you an idea of what it would take to get a SHA-1 collision. If all 6.5 billion humans on Earth were programming, and every second, each one was producing code that was the equivalent of the entire Linux kernel history (3.6 million Git objects) and pushing it into one enormous Git repository, it would take roughly 2 years until that repository contained enough objects to have a 50% probability of a single SHA-1 object collision. A higher probability exists that every member of your programming team will be attacked and killed by wolves in unrelated incidents on the same night.

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Thank God I already cut that piece of wood. She thought about Surah Yusuf when all the wealthy women cut their hands, oblivious to danger when the handsome prophet-turned-slave walked into the room. This man was nowhere near prophet handsome, but he was everyday people fine.

When I was younger I used to think that band-aids did all the work. I mean after all, it binds your wound together and makes everything better back to the way it was. But then I became an adult and started to fall in love,fvi and I realize that band-aids are so overrated lol.

Then he said, “Always follow your first instinct about a person, baby girl, and you won't go wrong.” At first I didn't understand what he meant. So I asked him. He just told to me to be careful of whom I trust. Make sure that the people you keep close to you are worthy of the trust you give them.

While it was true that Marshall Gu’s flute was a lethal weapon capable of besieging an army of thousands, it wouldn’t do to rely solely on the fear inspired by the Flower of the Northwest’s face and the piercing strains of his unholy demonic music. “What does it matter how others treat you? If others respect you, revere you, does that make you invincible? If others distain you like a pair of tattered shoes, does that make you an actual fucking clod of rotten mud? What can some insignificant barbarian woman who’s been dead for about 800 years, or some obscure shamanic poison that disturbs one’s, do to you now?

Окончателно решение. Израз, който винаги ще презирам. И доказателство за това, че езикът, немският, също бе загубил своята невинност. Например съкращенията, някои от които са като дамга върху немския език и никога не ще бъдат забравени: СС, СД, СА. Други съкращения днес могат да бъдат обяснени единствено с помощта на специални справочници: RFSS, OBH, RuSHA - словесни затъмнения, които се използваха и дълго след войната. Фатмашкият жаргон, езиковите осакатявания, които намираха своето съответствие в телесната накърненост: хроми хора с патерици, прихванат с безопасна игла празен ръкав на сакото, навити крачоли, скърцащи протези.

Because it wasn’t enough to be accompanied by the beast who scared the crap out of every god in Heaven, Xuanzang was assigned a few more traveling companions. The gluttonous pig-man Zhu Baijie. Sha Wujing, the repentant sand demon. And the Dragon Prince of the West Sea, who took the form of a horse for Xuanzang to ride. The five adventurers, thusly gathered, set off on their— “Holy ballsacks!” I yelped. I dropped the book like I’d been bitten. “How far did you get?” Quentin said. He was leaning against the end of the nearest shelf, as casually as if he’d been there the whole time, waiting for this moment. I ignored that he’d snuck up on me again, just this once. There was a bigger issue at play. In the book was an illustration of the group done up in bold lines and bright colors. There was Sun Wukong at the front, dressed in a beggar’s cassock, holding his Ruyi Jingu Bang in one hand and the reins of the Dragon Horse in the other. A scary-looking pig-faced man and a wide-eyed demon monk followed, carrying the luggage. And perched on top of the horse was . . . me. The artist had tried to give Xuanzang delicate, beatific features and ended up with a rather girly face. By whatever coincidence, the drawing of Sun Wukong’s old master could have been a rough caricature of sixteen-year-old Eugenia Lo from Santa Firenza, California. “That’s who you think I am?” I said to Quentin. “That’s who I know you are,” he answered. “My dearest friend. My boon companion. You’ve reincarnated into such a different form, but I’d recognize you anywhere. Your spiritual energies are unmistakable.” “Are you sure? If you’re from a long time ago, maybe your memory’s a little fuzzy.” “The realms beyond Earth exist on a different time scale,” Quentin said. “Only one day among the gods passes for every human year. To me, you haven’t been gone long. Months, not centuries.” “This is just . . . I don’t know.” I took a moment to assemble my words. “You can’t walk up to me and expect me to believe right away that I’m the reincarnation of some legendary monk from a folk tale.” “Wait, what?” Quentin squinted at me in confusion. “I said you can’t expect me to go, ‘okay, I’m Xuanzang,’ just because you tell me so.” Quentin’s mouth opened slowly like the dawning of the sun. His face went from confusion to understanding to horror and then finally to laughter. “mmmmphhhhghAHAHAHAHA!” he roared. He nearly toppled over, trying to hold his sides in. “HAHAHAHA!” “What the hell is so funny?” “You,” Quentin said through his giggles. “You’re not Xuanzang. Xuanzang was meek and mild. A friend to all living things. You think that sounds like you?” It did not. But then again I wasn’t the one trying to make a case here. “Xuanzang was delicate like a chrysanthemum.” Quentin was getting a kick out of this. “You are so tough you snapped the battleaxe of the Mighty Miracle God like a twig. Xuanzang cried over squashing a mosquito. You, on the other hand, have killed more demons than the Catholic Church.” I was starting to get annoyed. “Okay, then who the hell am I supposed to be?” If he thought I was the pig, then this whole deal was off. “You’re my weapon,” he said. “You’re the Ruyi Jingu Bang.” I punched Quentin as hard as I could in the face.

Great Master Liao Ran once told me that if my heart was as large as the world, worries the size of a mountain would be no more than a drop in the ocean. If I traverse the mountains, rivers, and oceans, see the great profusion of living things, and look often at other people, I will be able to look down and see myself. One who has never treated the dying with their own hands will see their own superficial scrapes as mortal wounds; one who has never eaten a mouthful of yellow sand will see only the brilliant gleam of spears and armored horses when they think of battle; and one who has never gnawed on empty husks complains of an imagined illness when they discuss the suffering of the common people.

Ara la vida s'ha convertit en el futur. Cada moment de la teva vida es viu pel futur; vas a l'institut per anar a la universitat per poder tenir una bona feina per poder tenir una casa maca per poder enviar els fills a la universitat perquè puguin tenir una bona feina perquè puguin tenir una casa maca i així puguin enviar els seus fills a la universitat.

piece of iron brushing past Chang Geng’s ears. A rumbling explosion went off in his head, and the words let nature take its course propelled him forward as he leaned down and kissed Gu Yun as though possessed. Gu Yun started in surprise. After several long moments, he slowly reacted. He clung clumsily to Chang Geng’s collar, then abruptly shoved him away.

Vaig començar a adonar-me que podia resultar molt senzilla, la vida, si s'entrava en una rutina regular, amb hores fixes, salari fix i poca necessitat de tenir idees originals. La vida d´un escriptor és l'infern, comparada amb la d'un executiu. L'escriptor s'ha de forçar a treballar. S'ha de fer l'horari, i si no s'asseu a la taula de treball ningú no l'esbronca. Viu en un món de temor. Cada dia exigeix idees noves, i no pot estar mai segur de si les podrà seguir o no. Dues hores d'escriure ficció el deixa completament sec. (....) La persona que vol ser escriptor és un beneit. L'única compensació és uqe té tota la llibertat. No té més amo que el seu propi esperit; i es per això que es fa escriptor, n'estic segur

You know the story.” The Nalnom rotated his hand in the air as if she should recall it. “I don’t. I’ve never heard the story.” Joshlon summarized it for her. “Prometheus was turned into a dragon by his angry lover, Naradite. She refused to turn him back into his manly form. He became the first fire-breathing dragon—Naga the Terrible.” Eena dropped her lower jaw. “What?” “Naradite turned Prometheus into a dragon,” Joshlon repeated. “Naga.” “And Prometheus is Edgar’s father?” She was sure the surrounding stares were the result of her virtually shouting out the question. Joshlon answered with some hesitance in his voice. “I don’t know who Edgar is, but Edgarmetheus was supposedly the son of Prometheus, the illegitimate child of him and his lover, Naradite.” “Oh. My. Gosh!” Eena exclaimed. “Naga is Edgar’s father!” Joshlon’s lip curled. He didn’t look like he was following her emotional outburst. “Sha Eena, are you trying to tell me that this is all for real? And Naga is the undefeatable enemy you’re fighting?” Her hazel eyes focused on him instantly. “Oh, no, no, not Naga! Out of all the immortals, he’s the nice one!” Joshlon looked confused. “Naga the Terrible is the nice one?” “Yes,” Eena nodded assuredly. “Edgar is the…” She halted mid-sentence. Joshlon had stopped moving. In fact, all the surrounding Nalnoms were frozen in place, skeptical expressions stuck on their faces. Her eyes fell closed when she heard the disgruntled voice behind her. “I’m the what?” he grumbled lowly. “I’d really love to hear the end of that sentence, Amora.

La primera lliçó que qualsevol veterà dóna a algú que acaba d'arribar és que sempre s'ha de tenir clar l'objectiu: sobreviure. Sobreviure unes quantes hores més, i així sumar un dia més, que afegit a altres podrà convertir-se en una setmana més. I així successivament: no fer mai grans plans, no tenir mai grans objectius, tan sols sobreviure a cada moment. Viure és un verb que només es pot conjugar en present.

-Jo també t'estimo, avi. -Durant bona part de la seva vida, a en Sam li havia costat dir t'estimo. Era molt millor, pensava ell, demostrar amor a qui t'estimes. Però ara, en canvi, li semblava una de les coses més fàcils del món. Per què no li havies de dir a algú que l'estimaves? Un cop estimes algú, ho repeteixes fins que es cansen de sentir-ho. Ho deies fins que deixava de tenir sentit. Per què no? És clar que s'ha de fer això, coi.

Capì questo: che le associazioni rendono l'uomo più forte e mettono in risalto le doti migliori delle singole persone, e danno la gioia che raramente s'ha restando per proprio conto, di vedere quanta gente c'è onesta e brava e capace e per cui vale la pena di vedere cose buone (mentre vivendo per proprio conto capita più spesso il contrario, di vedere l'altra faccia della gente, quella per cui bisogna tener sempre la mano alla guardia della spada)

-Descrigui les sivelles de les meves sabates. Per instint, vaig abaixar el cap per mirar-les. El mateix Zenon em va alçar la barbeta amb un dit. -Respongui. No vaig poder. -Des que està amb nosaltres he portat el mateix calçat. I en tot aquest temps no s'ha fixat que no tenen sivelles. A Bazoches em vaig adonar de com d'increïblement cega és la gent. En l'humà correntla mirada no passa de ser un cop d'ull ràpid i focal, que es deixa conquerir pels instints primaris: això m'agrada, això no, com els infants

I've just been certified as a shaman, or sha-woman, if you please," Dr. Tuttle said. "You can hop up on the table if you prefer not to stand. You look worse for wear. Is that the expression?" I leaned carefully against the bookshelf. "What do you use the massage table for?" I heard myself ask. "Mystical recalibrations, mostly. I use copper dowels to locate lugubriations in the subtle body field. It's an ancient form of healing—locating and then surgically removing cancerous energies." "I see." "And by surgery I mean metaphysical. Like magnet sucking. I can show you the magnet machine if you're interested. Small enough to fit in a handbag. Costs a pretty penny, although it's very useful. Very. Not so much for insomniacs, but for compulsive gamblers and Peeping Toms—adrenaline junkies, in other words. New York City is full of those types, so I foresee myself getting busier this year. But don't worry. I'm not abandoning my psychiatric clients. There are only a few of you anyway. Hence my new certification. Costly, but worth it. Sit on it," she insisted, so I did, grappling with the edge of the cool pleather of the massage table to hoist myself up. My legs swung like a kid's at the doctor's.

Stepping out of the gate and turning onto a narrow footpath, he was immediately treated to the sight of the legendary Gu Yun, who was “up to his ears in military affairs,” sitting in a little garden. A profusion of mint plants grew in Magistrate Guo’s gardens. Gu Yun was sitting alone in a small pavilion, absent-mindedly picking leaves off the mint. He held each leaf in his mouth for a while, then chewed them up and swallowed them down. How long he sat there, who could say, but the mint plant beside him was picked nearly bald, looking for all the world like a shrub that had been ravaged by a mountain goat.

Potser es trenquen les cordes, o potser s'enfonsa el nostre vaixell, o potser som herba, i les arrels són tan interdependents que ningú no es mor mentre encara hi hagi algú viu. El que dic és que, de metàfores, en tenim tantes com vulguem. Però s'ha de vigilar la que es tria, perquè és important. Si tries les cordes, llavors conceps un món en què et pots trencar sense que et puguin arreglar. Si tries l'herba, insinues que tots estem connectats fins a l'infinit, que podem utilitzar aquest sistema d'arrels no només per entendre'ns els uns als altres, sinó també per convertir-nos en l'altre. Les metàfores tenen implicacions.

Escric tan de pressa com puc, però soc incapaç de seguir el ritme de la Mariche. Ha dit puta i mare soltera a l'Ona. La Salome s'ha aixecat de la galleda de munyir. Parla amb la Mariche a crits. Li diu que a l'Ona la van deixar inconscient i la van violar, com a tantes d'altres, i ara, com a conseqüència, està embarassada. Com s'atreveix la Mariche a dir puta a l'Ona! Déu, en la creació del món, va adormir profundament Adam i, menter dormia, li va llevar una de les costelles, que va fer servir per crear Eva. Adam era una puta? La Mariche exclama: Adam era un home! La Salome no li fa cas, i continua: Que vols dir que Adam va ser-ne l'instigador? Que es podia protegir?

A la fi li he preguntat si sabia alguna cosa de la Creu del Sud. Li he assenyalat aquella constel·lació d'estrelles relluents. I tant, ha dit. S'ha posat a riure. Li he explicat que ella i les dones, per orientar-se, podien fer servir la Creu del Sud, anomenada també Crux Australis. Si clous el puny dret així, li he dit. Li he agafat la mà i l'hi he tancat. L'he alçat cap a les estrelles. Tenia el braç estirat, el puny clos, com una lluitadora per la llibertat. Ara has d'alinear el primer artell amb l'eix de la Creu, he continuat. Li he aguantat la mà, el canell. He notat la majestat divina, una gratitud acaparadora. L'estómac se m'havia capgirat. Havien atès la meva súplica.

That’s when Eena cut in. Both Ravelly and Unan looked to her as she announced, “My favorite part of the book is at the very end.” “Where Imorih battles the three-headed dragon,” Unan presumed. Eena shook her head. “Nope.” “Afterwards, where Imorih befriends the beast and earns his trust,” Ravelly guessed. Eena shook her head again. “No, sir. I mean the very end.” Unan’s brow crinkled as he tried to recall what came next in the story. “Where she finds her prince who was held captive by none other than the same three-headed dragon?” The young Sha shook her head a third time. “I know! When the dragon flies them on his back to the edge of their homeland! That would be quite the experience, wouldn’t it?” Ravelly seemed certain he had guessed the finishing act of the story. “That’s not the very, very end,” Eena grinned. “But that’s the last page,” Unan contended, his finger pointing at the final leaf in the book. Wahlister was the one who finally guessed the correct answer. “They kiss on the dragon’s back at the very end. That’s where they promise to never allow anything, even death, to separate them again.” “Yes!” Eena chirped. “That’s the best scene of all.” “I don’t recall that promise,” Ravelly admitted. Unan assured the old Grott, “It’s right here.” He read the line that told of a promise made sure by a kiss. “Their lips sealed the whispered vow, ‘We shall never part again, even if our fate is to haunt one another in death.’” After reading it, he groaned aloud. “Only a woman would remember that line.

Si es donés el cas que ets una persona d'un temps futur, i has sobreviscut, fes el favor de tenir present això: no sucumbeixis mai a la temptació de sentir que cal perdonar tal com una dona perdona un home. Costa molt resistir-s'hi, creu-me. Però també tingues present que el perdó és una forma de poder. Suplicar perdó és una forma de poder, i negar-lo o concedir-lo també ho és, i segurament la més gran. Potser no es tracta d'una qüestió de domini. Potser en el fons no es tracta de qui pot posseir qui, qui pot fer què a qui i sortir-se'n encara que s'arribi a la mort. Potser no es tracta de qui pot seure i qui s'ha d'agenollar o estar dret o estirat, amb les cames obertes. Potser del que es tracta és de qui pot fer què a qui i ser perdonat pel que ha fet. Ningú podrà dir que és el mateix una cosa que l'altra.

What secrets?” Eena blurted out. Kira answered the question by defensively listing them out on her fingers. “How about the fact that Derian was coming for you in a few short days, or the fact that Gemdorin was forcing you to search for some magic gem we were all unaware existed. How about the knowledge of your unusual powers that you stupidly used to infect the Ghengats, which was also a secret you kept to yourself until it was discovered by Gemdorin, making it too late for us to do anything about preventing you from being beaten half to death! You hide things as if you think your abilities are so superior to what the rest of us can possibly contribute!” Eena shook her head adamantly. “That’s not what I think…” “It’s how you behave. It’s how you come across to everyone. Your selfish actions speak a helluva lot louder than your hollow words or your foolish intentions.” The young queen felt a rise of tears burn her eyes. “My intentions are not foolish. All I ever meant to do was protect those around me.” “By keeping us in the dark? That’s not protection, girl. That’s neglect.” Eena sniffled as fresh waterworks ran down her cheeks. Her face twisted up, confused. “People get hurt when they’re involved in my problems.” “In our problems.” “No! My problems!” she insisted. Kira threw up her arms. “There you go being all selfish again!” Eena sucked in a ragged breath, almost crying out the next question. “How do you figure that’s being selfish? I’m trying to keep everyone safe!” “And what did I just get through telling you about that idiotic notion?” Eena looked up at the ceiling. She raised her palms in frustration as she bawled. “I don’t know what else to do! What do you want from me?” Kira stepped forward and knelt in front of her tortured sister. Her hand rested gently on Eena’s knee as the Mishmorat’s gruff countenance melted. A softer, kinder voice answered the desperate question. “We want you to understand that the world doesn’t rest on your shoulders. You’re only responsible for a small portion of what happens daily on Moccobatra. Life isn’t dependent upon you alone, Sha Eena. It’s dependent upon all of us. We’re a team. We work together doing our own part. We need you to be part of our team, not a single entity existing on your own.

En Rudi i l'Alice es queden tots sols. Per primera vegada no hi ha filats entremig, no hi ha guàrdies observant-los des de les torretes amb un fusell a l'espatlla, no hi ha xemeneies envoltant-los de degradació. Es miren uns segons, al principi amb pudor i certa incomoditat. De mica en mica, amb més intensitat. Són joves i agraciats, estan plens de vida, de plans, de desigs, d'urgència per beure's el present. Quan es tornen a mirar, ara ja amb l'espurna del desig encesa als ulls, senten que la felicitat els aïlla dels altres, que els situa en un altre lloc, que res no els pot prendre aquest moment. Durant l'instant que dura el somni, en Rudi, abraçat al cos de l'Alice, ha cregut que la seva felicitat era tan gran, que res no la podria trencar. S'ha adormit pensant que, en despertar-se, tot el mal s'haurà esborrat i la vida tornarà a ser com abans de la guerra, que els galls cantaran de matinada, que farà olor de pa acabat de fer i que sonarà l'alegre ding del timbre de la bicicleta del lleter. Però es fa de dia i res no s'ha esborrat, el paisatge amenaçador de Birkenau continua intacte. Ell encara és massa jove per saber que la felicitat no pot vèncer, que és massa fràgil, que sempre surt derrotada.

Sempre que he pensat en la mort d'aquell home, […] l'he imaginat com vas dir tu, que se li van trencar totes les cordes de dins. Però hi ha mil maneres de mirar-s'ho: potser es trenquen les cordes, o potser s'enfonsa el nostre vaixell, o potser som herba, i les arrels són tan interdependents que ningú no es mor mentre encara hi hagi algú viu. El que dic és que, de metàfores, en tenim tantes com vulguem. Però s'ha de vigilar la que es tria, perquè és important. Si tries les cordes, llavors conceps un món en què et pots trencar sense que et puguin arreglar. Si tries l'herba, insinues que tots estem connectats fins a l'infinit, que podem utilitzar aquest sistema d'arrels no només per entendre'ns els uns als altres, sinó també per convertir-nos en l'altre. […] Les cordes fan que el dolor sembli més fatídic del que és, diria. No som tan fràgils com ens podrien fer entendre les cordes. I també m'agrada l'herba. L'herba m'ha portat fins a tu, m'ha ajudat a imaginar-te com una persona real. Però no som diferents brots de la mateixa planta. Jo no puc ser tu. Tu no pots ser jo. Es pot imaginar prou bé una altra persona, però mai a la perfecció, oi? Potser és més com deies abans, tots estem esquerdats. Tots comencem sent un vaixell hermètic, un compartiment estanc. I passen coses; la gent ens deixa, o no ens estima, o no ens entén, o no els entenem nosaltres, i ens perdem i ens decebem i ens ferim mútuament. I el vaixell es comença a esquerdar per molts llocs. I, és clar, un cop s'esquerda el vaixell, el final esdevé inevitable. […] Però hi ha tot un lapse de temps entre que es comencen a obrir les esquerdes fins que finalment ens trenquem. I és només durant aquest temps que ens podem veure, perquè nosaltres ens veiem a través de les esquerdes i veiem l'interior dels altres a través de les seves esquerdes. Quan ens hem vist cara a cara? No ha estat fins que tu m'has vist a través de les meves esquerdes i jo t'he vist a través de les teves. Abans, només miràvem idees d'un i altre […]. Però un cop el vaixell s'esquerda, la llum hi pot entrar. La llum en pot sortir.

Hi ha llocs on una pensa que no hi anirà mai, llocs inabastables, tan llunyans i perillosos que gairebé no existeixen, llocs que no surten als mapes ni a les cartes de navegació perquè només són reals dins d’una mateixa, són una creació del cap i el cor i les entranyes, espais per on gairebé no gosem ni imaginar-nos que puguem arribar a transitar perquè són els llocs inexistents pels quals en canvi valdria la pena arriscar-ho tot, penjar la vida i capbussar-se en la quimera. Em sembla que tots tenim un lloc així, o potser no tots, potser hauria de dir totes; potser aquesta fal·làcia és més de dones, que tenim una tendència innata a crear contes de fades en la nostra imaginació i ens agrada pensar malgrat tot que el príncep blau no només existeix sinó que sap on som i un dia o altre vindrà a buscar-nos. En el moment en què una cançó que sona a l’iPod ens fa plorar a la cua del supermercat, en el precís instant en què un paràgraf d’una novel·la evoca el record d’un fet que potser no ha passat però que tot i així fa tant de mal que obliga a tancar el llibre i respirar fondo, llavors s’obre la porta a aquests llocs que ens acompanyen, i és allà on hi trobes una part de tu mateixa que no existeix enlloc més i que mai no saps si has d’endur-te posada o s’ha de quedar allà on és i des d'allà il·luminar la vida que vius dia a dia.

Hamzah’s sha’ir derived its original or primary influence not from the ruba’i, but from the four-line shi’r of Ibnu’l-Arabi and ‘Iraqi which forms the bulk of quotations of Sufi poetry in his works.

It seems to me that apart from the aptness of the Malay language in the construction of four-lined verses with a AAAA pattern of rhyme, the influence of Ibnu’l-‘Arabi’s and ‘Iraqi’s four-line shi’r and Jami’s ruba’i, the concept of the bayt and the shi’r in Arabic and Persian prosody, the creative genius of the poet, Hamzah’s choice of the four-line shi’r composed of a single bayt could well have been influenced also by the symbolism in the Sufi doctrines.

The analogy of the fourfold Law Way, Truth and Gnosis in which they are compared to a house may be said to be a static one, and this is because what is aimed at here is comprehension of the concept of the absolute unity of the Way to the Truth; but the spiritual journey itself is a dynamic concept, and hence sometimes the fourfold unity of the Way to the Truth is also to a ship (kapal) whose keel is like the Law, whose planks are like the Way, whose content or merchandise is like the Truth and whose gain is like the spiritual gain of Gnosis.

In the entire vista of Malay literature—including even the Indonesian literatures—he was unique. None rivalled him in originality and poetic genius; in Malay Sufi literature none excelled the clarity and flowing simplicity of his prose which, nevertheless, reveals profound metaphysical insight in the Sufi doctrines; none exceeded him in poetry, whether it be in terms of literary output or in terms of intellectual content. He was, as I have earlier shown, the first man to set forth in systematic writing the essential aspects of the Şufi doctrines in Malay, and he not only impressed his influence upon certain historiographically important literary usages in Malay literature, but introduced as well new technical terminologies and concepts into the Malay language in general, and into Malay Sufi literature in particular, having do with theology, metaphysics and philosophy.

Quan alguna vegada ens trobem tots tres, massa de tant en tant, encara ens sentim units per aquella vella amistat que ara, amb els anys, s'ha fet molt més respectuosa perquè ens hem fet més diferents i som conscients que el que ens uneix és allò que en algun moment vam ser, allò que, fins a cert punt, va créixer i tirar endavant fins a fer-nos com som ara. En bona part gràcies a l'ajut intangible, però fonamental, dels altres.

Blue I emerge from our yellow linoleum bathroom blue at one end of our single-wide trailer and I have the length of narrow hallway to consider before reaching the living room blue Blue!? And I know my mother is furious You look ridiculous it’s all she says and I do I had torn the pages from a magazine lined my bedroom floor with them and studied those punk rock spiked hair white teeth high fashion popped collar leather studded glossy photos strewn across my small space like a spread of tarot cards telling me a future I would never get to not out here not in the white trailer rusting amber thick of trees stretch of reservation of highway that stood between me and whatever else was out there record stores the mall parking lots where kids were skateboarding and smoking pot probably kids with boom boxes and bottles of beer out there were beaches with bands playing on them and these faces these shining faces with pink green purple and blue hair blue I could get that at least I could mix seventeen packets of blue raspberry Kool-Aid with a little water and I could get that it was alchemy it was potion-making but no one told me about the bleach about my dark hair needing to lift to lighten in order to get that blue no one told me that the mess of Kool-Aid would only run down my scalp my face my neck would stain me blue Blue is what you taste like he says still holding me on the twin bed in the glow of dawn my teenage curiosity has pushed me to ask What does my body taste like to you his fingers travel from neck to navel breath on my thigh and here in our sacred space he answers simply Blue you taste blue and I wonder if what he means is sad you taste sad taqʷšəblu the name is given to me when I am three to understand it my child brain has to break it apart taqʷšəblu talk as in talking as in to tell as in story sha as in the second syllable of my English name as in half of me blue as in the taste of me blue as in sad my grandmother was taqʷšəblu before me and now I am taqʷšəblu too

In Sino-Japanese there is a beautiful expression for buddha’s mind: ji-hi-ki-sha-mu-ryo-shin. Ji means “to love beings just as they are, beyond any desire for them to be any other way.” Hi means “to be concerned for their suffering.” Ki is “to rejoice and feel delight about all beings.” Sha means “wanting to give everything to them.” Mu-ryo means “all of these things beyond all measure.” Shin means “heart” or “mind.” It is the mind of love, concern, joy, and generosity without measure.

don’t think I have a type, but I’m looking for safety. I want to feel protected, covered, and acknowledged. I want a real man, someone caring, someone honest. A boss, not just a nigga with money because money isn’t everything. I want someone that isn’t afraid to challenge me, push me, and still make me feel safe. I want to be able to walk around screaming, my man, my man, my man!

I like my romance like my red bean buns (Dou Sha Bao)—steaming, fluffy, and sweet on the inside.

I’m too intense for you, I know. I will give you the space and time you need. Just don’t shut me out for good, sha’len. Please.

This greatest upliftment

S'ha de fer alguna cosa en les hores mortes —n'hi ha tantes, al llarg de la vida.

Sha has been so deeply hurt,

But one day as I came back to camp from patrol, I saw these dead trees had met spring, a flower bud was raising from the ash, blooming overnight. It is both pitiable and endearing. The army is filled with those that does not know how to appreciate beauty... wishing I could cut several branches of plum blossoms in the Marquis's manor myself in the early spring of next year

Zi Xi, don't say that I have a crow mouth, but have you ever thought about it, in case there is any problem between the two of you in the future, how do you intend to end it?' Gu Yun did not say anything for a long time, but this time, he finally did not give an empty reply. 'I have thought about it, I do not know.' Shen Yi was speechless for a moment.

You commit a crime if you support and collaborate with hired members of the criminal intelligence agencies who approach you to eliminate the truth. Sure, you also perpetrate and exploit the rules in an unfair context; indeed, it obtains a desired outcome that victimizes the victim.” “As a human, I love and respect all people; I fight for others’ rights as an advocate of humanity; and I also bring to justice those who commit crimes and misdeeds, regardless of distinctions, even if I face the consequences and victimization. Despite that, I never hesitate to exercise and practice it, feeling and learning that if death is everyone’s fate and destiny, then why not accept it in such a glorious way?” After being victimized by fake accounts of Rumi and the son of a shit, Sa Sha, on social media, I blocked them. However, they cannot escape from the inhuman crimes that they have been committing on social media while living in a civilized society. He, the son of a snake, and she, the shit of a snake, disappeared, working together to victimize me for many years with the consent of criminal intelligence agencies and Qadiyanis, the followers of a fake religion of a fake Jesus. More than a decade ago, their profiles started with fake names; behind that were a top cheater, criminal, inhuman, sadist, pretender, and worse than a beast, with the conspiracy of other criminals. However, I became the victim of those criminals and inhuman nature who succeeded in putting me on the death list. In 2020, the criminal’s chief and his gang from Canada, Germany, the USA, Australia, the Netherlands, Pakistan, India, the Middle East, and around the world, along with other criminals, succeeded in deleting an article on me on Wikipedia and sending abusive, insulting, and discriminating emails to my immediate family. They remained in their criminal ways to defame and damage me, but they significantly failed and faced the penalty for their wrong deeds by God and the law of the world. Despite that, they reached their mental match once to further victimize me; this time, they were directly on my social media, but through their team of evil-minded people to victimize, harass, threaten, and damage my writings, label restrictions, and lock my account every time. Read this underlined link in detail. As a result, I became compulsive enough to deactivate my profile on Twitter to stay away from all such scoundrels. Alas, deactivated Twitter account will automatically become deleted forever after thirty days; consequently, I will lose more than one hundred thousand tweets and my post data because of Elon Musk and his dastard team, who support the political mafia and forced me to remove a screenshot of a Wikipedia article that was illegitimately removed as they harassed me by tagging, restricting, and locking my account and asking my ID card to transfer my privacy to third parties of political criminals and to make my opponents happy. It is a crime to restrict freedom of expression through such tactics under the umbrella of community behaviour.

Great Master Liao Ran once told me that if my heart was as large as the world, worries the size of a mountain would be no more than a drop in the ocean.

No matter what the difficulties we're going through,know that we are fully capable of handling them. Remember Allah promises that he will never test us with more than we can handle. Stay strong. Keep praying. Put your trust in him. In'sha Allah He'll paves the way!

The place is very strange, I don't know if I'm dreaming or not, but it's a place where silent, naked people walk with thick dust. No one looks at anyone and no one seems interested in anything and I don't know what this place means. The place I discovered after a long contemplation and these places I always discovered in my head, I discovered strange times and places after contemplation and the contents of creating my strangeness sometimes ugly, but its aesthetic is intrinsic. I looked at myself and found that I had different characteristics from them alone, but they did not pay attention to anything or anyone. I try to speak and my voice does not come out, but I hear the echo of what I want to say in the whole place, as if we were in a glass ball. Whatever I intend to do without moving my body, without commanding it. Was my previous will fulfilled when I was, when I was what? a human being Is volitional poetics achieved? To fly to beat physics, but who is fair to the chemistry and chemistry of the universe? He is the Lord of shedding whom I call Sha’ariel, who transforms beings into other beings and places them in other universes. He turns like a chameleon, into human, animal, wind, inanimate, light, .. I am in the land of processing creatures into experimental projects.

Forés i Grané ens recorden una metàfora que ja ha esdevingut força popular en aquest context: Resulta que una noia estava molt molesta perquè tenia la impressió que quan un problema se li començava a solucionar, n'apareixia un de nou, encara més complicat. En va parlar amb el seu pare, que era cap de cuina. Ell se la va mirar, va somriure i va agafar tres cassoles. En una hi va posar ous, a l'altra pastanagues i a la tercera cafè. La jove va restar atònita en veure que els eu pare no li feia cas, com de costum. En lloc d'escoltar-la i ajudar-la, es posava a cuinar. Al cap de vint minuts de cocció, el pare va preguntar a la filla: «Què hi veus?». La noia, astorada, va respondre: «Què vols que hi vegi? Com sempre! Que no em fas ni cas, mentre cous ous i pastanagues i fas cafè». El pare, impertorbable, la va convidar a palpar els tres ingredients i va afegir: «Els ous eren fràgils, però després de la cocció, i davant l'adversitat (l'escalfament amb el foc), s'han tornat durs; les pastanagues, en canvi, eren dures, i amb la cocció s'han estovat, i el cafè, a mesura que s'ha anat escalfant, ha estat capaç fins i tot de transformar el seu context: ha transformat l'aigua. Què desitges ser tu, filla meva, davant les adversitats? Tant de bo sigui el cafè, i quan apareguin els problemes o les adversitats, siguis capaç de ser forta, sense deixar-te vèncer ni aïllar-te, sortir-ne airosa i fins i tot millorar-te a tu mateixa aconseguint canviar el teu entorn».

Hon sha ze sho nen: The distance symbol. The definition of hon sha ze sho nen is a little harder to grasp than some of the other representations in Reiki, but not so enormously. The sense of hon sha ze sho nen is "no current, past, or future," and it is used to transfer Reiki energies through time and space. For examples, while hon sha ze sho nen cannot change the past, it can help heal old wounds by reframing the memory and making it into a learning experience rather than just a devastating event that has no rhyme or reason.

Puddu Missina, si, fu prufissuri, ca ’n autru ’u stissu non si pò truvari!... Bravu!... E di Rapisardi, ’mpari Turi, chi nni facemu; l’avemu a jttari? Rapisardi, ’gnursi, àvi un valuri; ma a pettu a chiddu s’ha a jri a ammucciari. ’Nsumma, secunnu vui, caru signuri, quali pueta si ci pò appittari: Pitrarca, Ariostu, Tassu, l’Aligheri?... -’N mumentu, cu’ ’i canusci a ’sti signuri? -Comu?!... Lu Diu di li pueta veri!... Nenti, cu’ fòra fòrunu, cumpari, siddu campassi chiddu, sull’onuri, mancu ci la putissiru annacari!

However, Sha’ul’s point throughout the passage, and indeed throughout Romans, is that for Jews and Gentiles alike there has never been more than one route to righteousness, namely, trusting God; so that the Torah is built on trusting God and from beginning to end has always required faith.

Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses" You're dangerous 'cause you're honest You're dangerous, you don't know what you want Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot For any spirit to haunt Hey hey sha la la Hey hey You're an accident waiting to happen You're a piece of glass left there on the beach Well you tell me things I know you're not supposed to Then you leave me just out of reach Hey hey sha la la Hey hey sha la la Who's gonna ride your wild horses Who's gonna drown in your blue sea Who's gonna ride your wild horses Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee Well you stole it 'cause I needed the cash And you killed it 'cause I wanted revenge Well you lied to me 'cause I asked you to Baby, can we still be friends Hey hey sha la la Hey hey sha la la Who's gonna ride your wild horses Who's gonna drown in your blue sea Who's gonna ride your wild horses Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee Oh, the deeper I spin Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin Took a drive in the dirty rain To a place where the wind calls your name Under the trees the river laughing at you and me Hallelujah, heaven's white rose The doors you open I just can't close Don't turn around, don't turn around again Don't turn around, your gypsy heart Don't turn around, don't turn around again Don't turn around, and don't look back Come on now love, don't you look back Who's gonna ride your wild horses Who's gonna drown in your blue sea Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses Who's gonna take the place of me Who's gonna ride your wild horses Who could tame the heart of thee U2, Achtung Baby (1991)

My great-grandmother Sha-note, “wind blowing through,” was renamed Charlotte. Names the soldiers or the missionaries could not pronounce were not permitted.

We can, and we will. Your mama ever told you not to play with fire, because you will get burned? Welcome to the fucking inferno, stop fucking with me Sha,” he gritted out,

Maybe he didn’t have the energy, or maybe it was because he had just bled. After choosing to shed blood, a person often couldn’t manage to shed tears—there was only so much water in the body, and one had to take priority.

Ala is the last to arrive in the lobby of the hospice center ten minutes later. Niko, standing by the door, wears a T-shirt he got from the lost and found, one with three wolves and a moon on it, and he’s not looking at Dymitr. Dymitr, closer to the withering fiddle-leaf fig tree next to the front desk, is shrugging on his jacket, and he’s not looking at Niko. Sha, her hair now bound back with black ribbon, is marveling at them both like they’re a fireworks display.

Stop thinking about it and get a good night’s sleep. If anything is troubling you, tell me; you don’t have to bear everything alone.” This seemed to strike a nerve in Chang Geng. He turned to look at Gu Yun. “You’ll help me no matter what?” Gu Yun considered for a moment. “The natural order and the laws of ethics come first, but those aside, if you asked for the stars, I wouldn’t fetch you the moon. Rain or shine, I’d climb a ladder to pluck them from the sky. How’s that for you?

All these years, why didn’t you tell me?” Chang Geng took a deep breath. “I was scared,” he said quietly. Scared of what? Startled, Gu Yun lifted Chang Geng’s face with his hand. “Scared of whom? Scared of me?” Chang Geng gazed at him deeply. With that single look, Gu Yun suddenly understood the meaning of the words “love begets fear.

Espero que d'aquesta manera els ciutadans de Barcelona s'adonaran que més enllà dels aspectes lúdico-esportius, la nostra estimada capital té una dignitat i una vocació que cal satisfer. No es pot trair la ciutat comtal, relegant-la sempre a segon terme com si fos aquell fill bastard que el pare no gosa presentar en públic. La nostra ciutat ha nascut i s'ha desenvolupat històricament per reeixir de l'única forma que ho pot fer: esdevenint capital d'una Catalunya independent.

All these years, why didn’t you tell me?” Chang Geng took a deep breath. “I was scared,” he said quietly. Scared of what? Startled, Gu Yun lifted Chang Geng’s face with his hand. “Scared of whom? Scared of me?” Chang Geng gazed at him deeply. With that single look, Gu Yun suddenly understood the meaning of the words “love begets fear.

Stop thinking about it and get a good night’s sleep. If anything is troubling you, tell me; you don’t have to bear everything alone.” This seemed to strike a nerve in Chang Geng. He turned to look at Gu Yun. “You’ll help me no matter what?” Gu Yun considered for a moment. “The natural order and the laws of ethics come first, but those aside, if you asked for the stars, I wouldn’t fetch you the moon. Rain or shine, I’d climb a ladder to pluck them from the sky. How’s that for you?

All these years, why didn’t you tell me?” Chang Geng took a deep breath. “I was scared,” he said quietly. Scared of what? Startled, Gu Yun lifted Chang Geng’s face with his hand. “Scared of whom? Scared of me?” Chang Geng gazed at him deeply. With that single look, Gu Yun suddenly understood the meaning of the words “love begets fear.” At first, Gu Yun wanted to ask, Why would you be scared of me? Did you think I'd scorn you? That I'd doubt you? But even as the words reached the tip of his tongue, he swallowed them back down. For a moment, he didn't know what to say—so he acted instead. He grabbed Chang Geng by the collar and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Chang Geng's breathing immediately grew heavy. Bracing himself with a hand beside Chang Geng's ear, Gu Yun raised an eyebrow. “Are you still scared of me now?

Sha, ain’t nobody falling for that shit! She don’t have shit nice for us. I’m tired of her damn gifts. If there was a choice of going to hell or opening up a gift from Ma, I think I will take my bucket of ice and a seat at the devil’s table. You can call my ass Flaming Gabe,” Uncle Gabe fussed.

他曾以为天性遇强则强，所以从未畏惧过父亲，却原来是记忆里最深处已经模糊的地方，戳着一根没有芯的割风刃，顶天立地地护持着他。

Molt sovint sembla que les situacions d'un mateix signe s'ajuntin; vull dir que, quan comences a tenir mala sort i comencen a passar-te coses dolentes, et fa l'efecte que tot plegat no s'ha d'acabar mai i que, facis el que facis, qualsevol cosa t'hagi de sortir malament. I, un bon dia, les circumstàncies canvien sense que et puguis explicar com. A partir d'aquell moment, tot comença a rutllar i sembla que el vent et vagi a favor.

If antisemitism is not included in the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders), it should be." Of course it is, judeaphobic hysteria/paranoia/anxiety (take your pick) disorder. There is no cure, but there is the IDF.

Bull!” I blink in surprise. She's never once cursed in my presence.

As long as you have food to eat and clothes to wear, as long as you can sleep without worrying about the next day, that’s already the best life you can possibly live.

Saeris – Sair-Iss Rusarius — Roo-sar-ee-us Omnamshacry — Om-nam-sha-cry Iseabail — Ee-sha-bahl Belikon —Bell-eh-con. Oshellith — Oh-shay-lith. Taladaius — Tal-ah-day-us Daianthus — Day-an-thus Lorreth — Lor-uth Balquhidder Clan— Bal-kid-er (clan) Te Lèna —Tay Len-Ah Danya — Dan-Yah

Everyone, this is Iseabail.” Fisher pronounced it Ee-sha-bhal, the name flowing nicely off his tongue, like he’d known twenty other females with the same name.

Mahal kita. Sabi mo mahal mo din ako. Kaya heto ako umaasang magiging tayo. Pero nung dumating sha, nagbago ka na. Ang sabi mo pa nga sha na ang mahal mo. Tanong ko lang sayo, paano na ako? · Pumayag akong mawala ka dahil doon ka masaya. Pumayag akong masaktan dahil alam kong doon ka masaya. Pumayag akong umiyak dahil doon ka masaya. Napilitan akong pumayag kasi alam kong sa iba ka sasaya.

Kahit ano pang sabihin mo, nandito pa rin ako para sayo. Kahit na di ka naniniwala na gagawin ko lahat para sayo, ok lang. Kahit na sabihin mong natatakot kang baka di ko kayang maghintay at baka nahihirapan na ako, ok lang. Pero alam mo madali lang namang maghintay e, ang higit na kinakatakot ko ay ang mawala ka sa buhay ko. · Kamusta ka na? Balita ko wala na kayo? Balita ko malungkot at masamang-masama ang loob mo? Ang sakit diba? Pero buti nga sayo! E di naramdaman mo rin ang naramdaman ko nung ako ang iniwan mo. · Balita ko mahal mo pa sha? Totoo ba? Ouch! Sensha ka na ha? Mahal kasi kita. Pero kapag ayaw na niya sayo, nandito lang ako. Kahit panakip-butas lang, ok na. Kahit masaktan pa ako, wag lang ikaw.

The student of Arabic, for example, learns that “God willing” (N’sha’llah) is automatically added to any statement about the future (just as “thanks be to God” accompanies any reference to fortunate events of the past), that many common given names—Abdullah, Abdelsalam, Abdelwahid—translate as slave (abd) of God, appreciating, as a consequence, the essential fatalism of Arab culture. Similarly, the student of Nepali, struggling to sort out the myriad nouns for family members—there are four words for uncle, denoting whether the man in question is the brother of one’s father or mother and whether he is older or younger than said parent—readily appreciates the importance of the family in Nepali society and may even intuit the relative insignificance of the individual. Language is not simply how people speak; it is who they are.

you are a night walker. a moon follower. you must be safe from iron, from cold, from spite. you must be quiet. you must be light. you must move softly in the night. you must be quick and unafraid.” She nodded to herself. “this means I must make you a shaed.” She

I want you to fight for my heart just like I’m going to fight for yours. I don’t want a cheap thrill with you. I just want to show you what’s real and I want it in return because that’s what I’ve been looking for.” “But

He backed up to the front door and opened it. He looked Tameka dead in her eyes and calmly said, “You gotta go.” Tameka

Pray deliver me," said a sinner to Sang Tsung (So-san).[FN#261] "Who ties you up?" was the reply. You tie yourself up day and night with the fine thread of idle thoughts, and build a cocoon of environment from which you have no way of escape. 'There is no rope, yet you imagine yourself bound.' Who could put fetters on your mind but your mind itself? Who could chain your will but your own will? Who could blind your spiritual eyes, unless you yourself shut them up? Who could prevent you from enjoying moral food, unless you yourself refuse to eat? "There are many," said Sueh Fung (Sep-po) on one occasion, "who starve in spite of their sitting in a large basket full of victuals. There are many who thirst in spite of seating themselves on the shore of a sea." "Yes, Sir," replied Huen Sha (Gen-sha), "there are many who starve in spite of putting their heads into the basket full of victuals. There are many who thirst in spite of putting their heads into the waters of the sea."[FN#262] Who could cheer him up who abandons himself to self-created misery? Who could save him who denies his own salvation? [FN#260]

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I sha'n't mind it a bit, Ben," she said, "and for a good reason—because I'm terribly conceited." He did not understand at all, and she went on: "I believe I shall be just as much of a person—perhaps more—without money. The women who really mind being poor are the humble-minded ones, who think that they are made by their clothes and their lovely houses and their maids and their sables. When they lose them they lose all their personality, and of course that terrifies them. I don't think I shall lose mine. Does it shock you to know that I think such a lot of myself?" It

The Arabic knowledge of cryptography was fully set forth in the section on cryptology in the Subh al-a ‘sha, an enormous, 14-volume encyclopedia

When the family of Pharaoh found him in the river by the tree, Pharaoh called him Musa. Mu is water in Coptic and sha is tree. He named him by where he found him, for the ark stopped by the tree in the river. Pharaoh wanted to kill him. His wife, speaking by divine articulation in what she said to Pharaoh about Musa since Allah had created her for perfection as Allah said about her when He testified that she and Maryam, daughter of 'Imran, have the perfection which men have (8) - said, "he may be a source of delight for me and for you." (28:9) She would be consoled by him with the perfection which she received as we have said. The consolation of Pharaoh was with the belief Allah gave him when he was drowning. So Allah took him pure and purified. There was no impurity in him since He took him in his belief before he had acquired any wrong actions. Islam effaces what was before it. He made him a sign of His concern so that none might despair of the mercy of Allah, for "no one despairs of solace from Allah except for the unbelievers." (12:87) If Pharaoh been of those who despair, he would not have embarked on belief. Musa, peace be upon him, was, as the wife of Pharaoh said, "a source of delight for me and for you. Do not kill him. It may well be that he will be of use to us." That is what happened. Allah gave them use of Musa, although they were not aware that he was a prophet who would destroy the kingdom of Pharaoh and his family.

You made a good choice for your Naga,” she assured me. “Danica is more graceful on a dais than half the serpents I know.” “Provided she isn’t blushing too brightly to see,” another quipped. “The first time I saw our queen perform, I thought she was a lost cause--far too uptight, like most avians--but I’m glad to be proved wrong.” I knew I was grinning. I had never doubted that Danica could learn the serpent art. Much of her loved my world; a part of her craved dance as surely as anyone else in this nest did. Perhaps that thirst came from her time dancing with the currents of air far above where we earthbound creatures roamed, or perhaps it came from the expressive nature her own world forced her to hide. Similar conversation flowed among us until A’isha’s musical voice commanded me, “Zane, admire your queen.” The words brought our attention to the back of the room, where Danica had emerged, looking so beautiful that she took my breath away. In response to her teacher’s words, Danica smiled and shook her head, causing her golden hair to ripple about her face. It made my heart speed and my breath still, as if I was afraid the next movement would shatter the world. She was a spark of fire in sha’Mehay. The serpiente dress rippled around the hawk’s long legs, the fabric so light it moved with the slightest shift of air. The bodice was burgundy silk; it laced up the front with a black ribbon, and though it was more modest than many dancers’ costumes, it still revealed enough cream-and-roses skin to tantalize the imagination. On Danica’s right temple, A’isha had painted a symbol for courage; beneath her left collarbone lay the symbols for san’Anhamirak, abandon and freedom. “You dance every day with the wind. This is not so different,” A’isha said encouragingly to Danica. “Now, look at the man you love and dance for him.” The nest hushed, faces turning to their Naga. Her cheeks held more color than usual, which A’isha addressed with a common dancers’ proverb. “There is no place for shame, Danica. If Anhamirak had not wanted beauty admired, she would not have made our eyes desire it. You are art.” Danica stepped out of A’isha’s grip. “If my mother could see me now,” she murmured, but she smiled as she said it.

Danica’s eyes fluttered open the instant I stepped through the door, and she smiled softly. “I was starting to wonder if you were planning on obeying Betsy after all.” “Never,” I assured her. “Though I’ve promised I will let you get some sleep. How do you feel?” I went to her side, and Danica hooked and arm across my shoulders to steady herself as she sat up. Danica winced. “I hurt.” She rolled her shoulders, as if the muscles were sore. “I’m sure,” I responded sympathetically. Offering the Ahnleh A’isha had given to me, I went on, “This is a congratulatory gift from sha’Mehay.” I explained the significance of the ancient coin and repeated A’isha’s words regarding why she was giving it to Danica. She took the coin reverently, closing it in her hand for a moment before tying the cord into place. “Thank you,” she said softly, as she snuggled closer. I knew the words were not for me, but for the nest around us. I began to massage her shoulders, and she closed her eyes and leaned back toward my touch. My fingertips brushed the feathers growing under her hair at the nape of her neck. There was still a moment of hesitation in my mind every time I felt those feathers, a moment when my thoughts protested, remembering so many years of war when this beautiful woman had been my enemy, so hated that when fate crossed our paths there had been no choice but for me to love her. She met my gaze now without any hint of the fear that had once been there. Cobriana eyes had once been for Danica what her feathers were for me. Avian legend said that a royal cobra’s garnet eyes possessed demonic power, and it had taken a long time for Danica to trust me enough to look into mine. Most avians still shuddered and avoided my gaze. “I feel…tired, but wonderful. Betsy tells me--” She broke off, words failing her, and then gave up on speech and kissed me. “I love you,” she whispered--then yawned widely. “Take a nap with me?” The request, as always, made me smile. When we had first met, the idea of resting with another person was as foreign to the lovely but reserved hawk as the idea of flying was to me. I was happy that Danica had not yet taken me into the air, but she had grown used to a second heartbeat while she rested. That blessing pleased me almost as much as any could. I wrapped my arms around milady; Danica sighed, tucking her head down against my chest like a chick in the nest. Having her there calmed my fears and let me drift into sleep.

Tu has subjugat la mort, perquè qui de debò la subjuga és aquell qui no en fuig. Qui la subjuca de debò accepta que s'ha de morir, i comprèn que al món dels vius hi ha coses pitjors, molt pitjors, que morir-se.

I didn't study in IBA but In Sha Allah i will hire people who did...

Now I’m gonna take her to a hotel room and have a damned good sha—

On the outside of the room, Rell stood there with tears of anger in his eyes.

kya humaray mulk or humaray ma’shray mein taleemi or tehzeebi dunya is maqam par pohanch gai hey jahan aik naujwan ko aghaz-e-hayat hi mein haqeeqat aur afsanay k darmiyan imtiaz ka sha’ur mil jaa’y. Mera khyal hey abhi tak humara mahol haqeeqat nahi bal k afsanay hi ka pero hey…. khabar kya thi karoRon ka yehi anjam hona hey/ k is taleem ki takmeel hi nakaam hona hey

lo más sorprendente del 11 de septiembre es que no hubiera ocurrido antes. Estados Unidos llevaba años subvencionando a Israel. Había sostenido al régimen del sha en Irán. Había desplegado tropas en Arabia. No había pocos motivos para un atentado perpetrado por uno u otro de los grupos terroristas de Oriente Próximo.

S'ha de ser valent per romandre honest constantment.

They’d never seen each other; communicating only by phone, listening to each other’s fears, desires & dreams. Yet they were connected and she ached for him. Steamy Connections by Sha Renee

I’d never been one to break rules. But they seemed to matter less and less with every kiss. Every thrust into her softness. Every sigh she moaned into my ear. Of course, that wasn’t the case. I knew there’d be serious repercussions if the truth came out, but I couldn’t stay away from her.

A few isolated cases of bird flu in Hong Kong and people were acting like sha gua, or silly melons.

A vegades s'ha de lluitar per aconseguir la pau.

Hi ha moltes maneres de coratge […]. S'ha de ser molt valent per enfrontar-se amb els enemics, però s'ha de ser igual de valent per enfrontar-se amb els amics.

El joc de paraules es diu Paraulògic, i ràpidament ha guanyat molta popularitat. Però The New York Times va ser qui el va inventar inicialment en anglès, sota el nom de Spelling Bee Game. Quin és, però, el joc de paraules? Cada dia apareix una bresca de set hexàgons amb una lletra a cada hexàgon. Així, aquestes lletres s'han de combinar per formar paraules basques. La lletra al mig de l'hexàgon es ressalta per indicar que s'ha d'utilitzar. Altres restriccions inclouen el requisit que les paraules tinguin almenys tres lletres, l'ús de només l'infinitiu en temps verbals, la prohibició de verbs actius, l'ús de noms i adjectius només singulars i l'exclusió de noms propis. Només es poden utilitzar paraules del diccionari d'Euskaltzaindia. Tanmateix, el fet que l'avís de "paraula equivocada" es produeixi de tant en tant no implica que la paraula sigui incorrecta. És possible que en el lèxic d'Euskaltzaindia passi alguna cosa que vulneri la normativa del joc. Pel que fa a la puntuació, un jugador rebrà un punt per cada paraula de tres lletres que generi; dos punts per a paraules amb quatre lletres; i un tercer punt per a paraules amb cinc lletres o més. Rebrà 10 punts addicionals si fa ús de cada lletra.

Give it time. In sha Allah, your eyes will get to see what they’re longing for.

What I know is that if Allah put you through a test, He will reward you for it, even if the reward at the moment isn’t apparent. You may feel you lost the best, but wait till Allah recompenses. This would be a minor impediment, a drop in exchange to the oceans of blessings it’ll lead to, in sha Allah.

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Simplicity is Fabulous!

Even the mighty ones, loves Peace!

Be Strong! Fight your demons alone!

Be ready to help but don't Over-help!

Speak less but Speak like a Polished Man!

Social Media is for us; we are'nt for Social Media!

Imperfect Imperfections are the Perfect Perfections!

Kindness has never been my weakness, overthinking has!

Not everyone is a Thinker and not everyone is a Follower.

We humans are all like Egg Shells covered over a soft core!

Making five friends is the easiest part; retaining one for the five years is the hardest!

Management teaches you how to be more effective but what it doesn't teach you is how to be more disciplined; which is more of a personal choice.

Most of the problems in this world can be lowered down if we just understand that 'Communication' is only 15% speaking and 85% is listening calmly and trying to understand what the other has to say.

Happiness is your internal pursuit! It's an inside job. If you are looking for external factors, your happiness will only be temporary. Enjoy the present moment, enjoy the simple things in life, enjoy now!