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".

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.

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

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

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

Sha la la, man...

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)

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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!

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?

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

-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.

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.

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

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.

it won’t be easy to prepare the vegetarian dishes.” “Why?” asked Pilgrim. “Oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar,” replied Sha Monk, “none of these can be found here.

S'ha de ser valent per romandre honest constantment.

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.

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

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

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.

So the villager hands me a bar of what he called “SO-AP,” and handed me something called a “TA-WOOL,” then he tells me to go take something called a “SHA-WUR.” Then he pointed me to a place called the “BA-FROOM.” Man, I was getting dizzy just trying to remember it all.

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.

questo matrimonio non s'ha da fare, nè domani, nè mai.

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.

-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 Bzoches 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.

Sóc jo, l'estranya que tothom reco- neix, aquesta que sembla de mentida sota la seva capa d'herba curta i consistent. Tinc un bon recobriment, impermeable com el dels bucs, però no és mentida, no: la duresa del glaç preserva un món habitable, només que s'ha adormit.