Sims Love Quotes

Well, who doesn't love a good mpreg?" "A what?" "Sim gets man-pregnant? Gives birth to twins during a tornado?" "I'll pretend I never heard that." "Here, I'll read you the wedding one -" "NO.

Love is blind, and a deaf-mute too.

You're everything. You're... You're chaos and order and everything between. Like sunshine kept back by clouds. Like the entire world's imploded inside you, but all I see are the stars are sewn into your skin. You're filled with soft, dark music. I hear it all the time. Your music.

For his thirtieth birthday he had filled a whole night-club off Regent Street; people had been queuing on the pavement to get in. The SIM card of his mobile phone in his pocket was overflowing with telephone numbers of all the hundreds of people he had met in the last ten years, and yet the only person he had ever wanted to talk to in all that time was standing now in the very next room.

Without the sanction of society Without the sanction of the church Without the sanction of God I love you.

I just don't understand what you see in her," Sim said carefully. "I know she's charming. Fascinating and all of that. But she seems rather," he hesitated, "cruel." I nodded. "She is." Simmon watched me expectantly, finally said. "What? No defense for her?" "No. Cruel is a good word for her. But I think you are saying cruel and thinking of something else. Denna is not wicked, or mean, or spiteful. She is cruel." Sim was quiet for a long while before responding. "I think she might be some of those things, and cruel as well." Good, honest gentle Sim. He could never bring himself to say bad things about another person, just imply them. Even that was hard for him. He looked up at me. "I talked with Savoy. He's still not over her. He really loved her, you know. Treated her like a princess. He would have done anything for her. But she left him anyway, no explanation." "Denna is a wild thing," I explained. "Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something unfortunately was hurt. The same is true of Denna." "What's a hind?" "A deer." "I thought that was a hart?" "A hind is a female deer. A wild deer. Do you know how much good it does you to chase a wild thing? None. It works against you. It startles the hind away. All you can do is stay gently where you are, and hope in time that the hind will come to you.

Ava, se você for ouvir tudo que as pessoas esperam de você, vai viver a vida que elas querem. Várias pessoas vão achar que você é só músculo e nenhum cérebro, mas você tem de se perguntar se isso é real. A impressão que elas têm de você não é a verdade. Não é o respeito delas que vai fazer você melhor ou pior! O que os outros acham de você não a define, e sim como você se vê, a forma como pensa de si mesma.

Amar é, sempre, ser vulnerável. Para que nunca se sofra com isso, aconselha-se não se amar algo, ou mesmo, alguém. Se sugere proteger a si mesmo nos próprios hobbies, mimos e zelos, evitar qualquer envolvimento com as pessoas, guardar o coração na segurança do caixão do próprio ego. Dessa forma, nessa tumba segura e tenaz, sem movimento ou ar, o seu coração provavelmente mudará para melhor. Sim, sim, ele não se partirá, antes se tornará indestrutível, impenetrável, invencível ou inalienável!: ele nunca precisará de algum perdão. Mas essa comprável alternativa sistemática de proteção de tragédias, é preciso que se diga, é condenatória. Isso, porque o único lugar que existe além do céu, onde se pode estar perfeitamente a salvo de todos os acidentes e perturbações do amor, é o inferno

The worst thing is being relieved when someone passes away because you know they’re no longer in pain.

In the end, I suppose that's what a marriage comes down to: finding the one special person you want to annoy and be annoyed by for the rest of your life.

The Greeks love the idea of fate — in a completely morbid way, of course. Most of the stories of how people are trying to change or avoid their fate. But everything they do just brings them that much closer to it.

He turned and ripped off the nearest clump of honeysuckle. He thought, coldly, that love was simply that—a handful of bruised flower petals. Beautiful and terrible and fleeting. Too easily snatched away, too easily ruined.

I still want the stars for you even if you won't name them after me

playfully bit my arm.

Life wasn’t about being alone so that no one would get hurt. It was about loving the ones you had, while you had them.

Time was the invention of men who would confine the ocean and bottle the wind. Eternity is too short to fulfill the promise of love my sould holds for you.

(...)Tinha de ensiná-la a pensar no amor como um estado de graça que não era um meio para nada, mas sim um princípio e um fim em si mesmo.

I never cared for poetry," I said. "Your loss," Sim said absently as he turned a few pages. "Eld Vintic poetry's thunderous. It pounds at you." "What's the meter like?"I asked, curious despite myself. "I don't know anything about meter," Simmon said distractedly he ran his finger down the page in front of him. "It's like this: "Sought we the Scrivani word-work of Surthur Long-lost in ledger all hope forgotten Yet fast-found for friendship fair the book-bringer Hot comes the huntress Fela, flushed with finding Breathless her breast her high blood rising To ripen the red-cheek rouge-bloom of beauty. "That sort of thing," Simmon said absently, his eyes still scanning the pages in front of him. I saw Fela turn her head to look at Simmon, almost as if she were surprised to see him sitting there. No, it was almost s if up until that point, he'd just been occupying space around her, like a piece of furniture. But this time when she looked at him, she took all of him in. His sandy hair, the line of his jaw, the span of his shoulders beneath his shirt. This time when she looked, she actually *saw* him. Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful , irritating time spent searching the Archives just to watch that moment happen. It was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn't notice it herself. It wasn't dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost fast for you to see. But still, you know it's there, down where you can't see, kindling.

Women, he would say, are not Muses. Muses are Muses. To confuse one with the other is to mistake the Devouring Void for the Seminal Light. Earthly Women and the Muses are ancient, sworn enemies. The battlefield is the Creative Male. On the one side is the encampment of Discordia, of Diana, of Venus located in his Heart and in his Groin. On the other is the Bastion of Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia and Urania, in his Brain and in his Mind. The Muses are tolerant and understanding of border raids, skirmishes, and harassing maneuvers. Throughout the history of the Male Light, there have been few painters, few writers, who have not had a She Who Must Be Accommodated. For some it was their mothers. For many their wives, their mistresses, their girlfriends. For many it was their daughters, a favourite waitress, a stripper, a whore. To the Muses, they are all one. Mother, whore, wife, daughter, stripper, waitress, mistress, girlfriend.

Being in love, they had agreed in bed one night, meant being in a state of interpretive hysteria. Every detail was significant, polysemous, charged. That was why lovers had to be especially careful with one another, so as not to arouse suspicions. No literary critic in the world, B had claimed, was more vigilant than a suspicious lover.

- Sim - exclamei eu - , não consigo deixar de pensar que só pode ser alguém que bate com a intensão de entrar. - Essa é outra questão - retrucou ele. - Não devemos ter a pretensão de determinar quais seriam os motivos levando essa pessoa a bater... entretanto, que alguém de fato bate à porta, disso estou em parte convencido. "Amor e Amizade

When Taesia pictured death, she no doubt thought of bones and rot, of dark soil and yellowed teeth in a weathered jaw. But when Risha pictured death, she saw old marble and hallowed ground, the shape of something beyond its original purpose. She felt the empty space of ceased breaths, of potential gone unfulfilled, and the smooth shape of finger bones tucked against her palm Death was lovely and sad, and never quite an ending.

A Igreja tem o dever primário de se aproximar dessas pessoas com amor e delicadeza, com solicitude e atenção materna, para anunciar a proximidade misericordiosa de Deus em Jesus Cristo. De facto é Ele, como ensinam os Padres, o verdadeiro Bom Samaritano, que Se fez nosso próximo, que derrama o óleo e o vinho sobre as nossas chagas e que nos conduz à estalagem, a Igreja, na qual nos faz curar, confiando-nos aos seus ministros e pagando pessoal e antecipadamente a nossa cura. Sim, o evangelho do amor e da vida é também sempre evangelho da misericórdia, que se dirige ao homem concreto e pecador que somos nós, para o levantar depois de qualquer queda, para o restabelecer de qualquer ferida.

In 1994, Karl Sims was doing experiments on simulated organisms, allowing them to evolve their own body designs and swimming strategies to see if they would converge on some of the same underwater locomotion strategies that real-life organisms use.5, 6, 7 His physics simulator—the world these simulated swimmers inhabited—used Euler integration, a common way to approximate the physics of motion. The problem with this method is that if motion happens too quickly, integration errors will start to accumulate. Some of the evolved creatures learned to exploit these errors to obtain free energy, quickly twitching small body parts and letting the math errors send them zooming through the water.

Ah, lei ladra, o poder da vida. Direitinho declaro o que, durando todo tempo, sempre mais, às vezes menos, comigo se passou. Aquela mandante amizade. Eu não pensava em adiação nenhuma, de pior propósito. Mas eu gostava de, dia mais dia, mais gostava. Diga o senhor: como um feitiço? Isso. Feito coisa-feita. Era ele estar perto de mim, e nada me faltava. Era ele fechar a cara e estar tristonho, e eu perdia meu sossego. Era ele estar por longe, e eu só nele pensava. E eu mesmo não entendia então o que aquilo era? Sei que sim. Mas não. E eu mesmo entender não queria. Acho que. Aquela meiguice, desigual que ele sabia esconder o mais de sempre. E em mim a vontade de chegar todo próximo, quase uma ânsia de sentir o cheiro do corpo dele, dos braços, que às vezes adivinhei insensatamente - tentação dessa eu espairecia, aí rijo comigo renegava. Muitos momentos. Conforme, por exemplo, quando eu me lembrava daquelas mãos, do jeito como se encostavam em meu rosto, quando ele cortou meu cabelo. Sempre.

But it is difficult for a child to realise that a school is primarily a commercial venture. A child believes that the school exists to educate and that the schoolmaster disciplines him either for his own good, or from a love of bullying. Sim and Bingo had chosen to befriend me, and their friendship included canings, reproaches and humiliations, which were good for me and saved me from an office stool. That was their version, and I believed in it. It was therefore clear that I owed them a vast debt of gratitude. But I was not grateful, as I very well knew. On the contrary, I hated both of them. I could not control my subjective feelings, and I could not conceal them from myself. But it is wicked, is it not, to hate your benefactors? So I was taught, and so I believed. A child accepts the codes of behaviour that are presented to it, even when it breaks them. From the age of eight, or even earlier, the consciousness of sin was never far away from me. If I contrived to seem callous and defiant, it was only a thin cover over a mass of shame and dismay. All through my boyhood I had a profound conviction that I was no good, that I was wasting my time, wrecking my talents, behaving with monstrous folly and wickedness and ingratitude—and all this, it seemed, was inescapable, because I lived among laws which were absolute, like the law of gravity, but which it was not possible for me to keep.

Era um louro depenado e maníaco, que não falava quando lhe pediam e sim quando menos se esperava, mas então o fazia com uma clareza e um uso de razão que não eram muito comuns nos seres humanos.

The recruits in boot camp usually love sim exercises because it’s exciting and makes you feel like you’re in combat.

With a digital description, love is like a cell phone, and the sex is its Sim. One may change the Sims.

- O casamento é ou pode ser maravilhoso... isto é, quando duas pessoas se amam. Mas às vezes é difícil saber como falar de amor. - Sim, é muito difícil falar de amor. - De vez em quando, porém, é necessário falar. Todo o futuro de uma pessoa talvez dependa disto. - Do amor? - Ou de falar de amor.

I do not squint at the sun, I stare him dead in his eyes.

We co-exist in forced comfort in fear of starting over in a world where doing the work is the only way we find where we belong

Romanticizing the growing pains because making something beautiful out of the strain is power

While you ache know that you are as alive as ever, balancing with grace

Skilled love Authenticity These things don't trick themselves

You don't know what life is without having felt the pain thump and delight of love

Especialmente os adolescentes e os jovens, que sentem impelente a chamada do amor dentro de si, têm necessidade de ser libertados do preconceito difundido de que o cristianismo, com os seus mandamentos e as suas proibições, coloca demasiados obstáculos à alegria do amor, e sobretudo que impede que se aprecie plenamente aquela felicidade que o homem e a mulher encontram no seu amor recíproco. Pelo contrário, a fé e a ética cristãs não querem sufocar o amor, mas torná-lo sadio, forte e verdadeiramente livre: é precisamente este o sentido dos Dez Mandamentos, que não são uma série de "nãos", mas um grande "sim" ao amor e à vida.

The stab that I'd take with this situation the moment I felt ready I spoke to my mother lately when I'm old be fore I marrid by that I didnt what i expected from her instead she didnt notice the pain that i'd eexperianced through. To heal myself I forgave her,accepted my situation learn to live positive in it.In the side of forgive the group of men that raped me continueosly I decided to live my home town to start new life another town where I meet with my soul partner God provided with handsome suitable guy as I had issued with men it took God's misterious ways to connect us he's my friend and prayer partner God blessed us with two sons and one doughter, he continue on helping us on raising our kids again i deed decision of raing our kids for myself by being house wife thanks God and my husband to be succed i 'm not perfect but i tried with God help and my closest friends,family it heppening.As i developed anger, sensitive and other unneeded personality throught my issue activities like body training,blogging,podcusting,reading bible and other booksk,being author,listing music special gospel help me to be in right position.The thing i can ask or say to other to other people is "Women Please love and protect your kids let stop this take quick action to help them if you see suspetious thing be close to them in a way that you manage to see if there's something not right heppen to them cause sometimes they will not tell you like on my case in any reason usualy strangers or rapist make them not say anything or your communication with them is not strong enough or any reason they make them shut To the community let protect each other be your sisters or brothers keeper on your neighborhood or in house report the susptious act cause tomorrow will heppen in your house.Men you are the master protector not rapist stand your ground as God do trusted you with kids and women protect them stop taking advantage who ever does that.To those who like me the victim of rape I'm your girl to use alcohol,drugs and sex edict throw shame and unclean feeling is not solution it only running away act ask yourself that how long you'll runing away with cancer that eating you alive,face by allowing God to be your sim card, rica him and let him operate in you by rebuid you make you a new creation spiritual by acepting Jesus Christ as lord and your savior, healer and believe that God raised him from death in your special prayer with your mouth loud as confesion as I deed you'll be safe 100% in his arms like I am your story will change completly as mine finely no one knows you better dont allow situation explain you you beautiful handsome valueble God love you more than every one and he cares about you I love you'll take care of yourself youre the hero &herous.

Exercise 1: A Happy Moment First of all, make sure you are in a quiet place, with no distractions.  Put your phone away, switch the TV off, and give this a shot. What I want you to do is to close your eyes and think back to a time you were positive, relaxed or optimistic. A happy moment. Maybe you were spending time with a loved one, or on holiday. It doesn't matter how long ago it was; yesterday, last week, or 20 years ago. Perhaps it was a time when you were a child. No matter how long ago it was, try to remember exactly how you felt, physically and emotionally. Don't put too much thought into how you feel – just relax in reliving this happy moment. Feel free to smile or laugh out loud as you do it, and at the same time don't worry if your mind wanders a little; slowly and gently bring your thoughts back to this sheer sense of bliss. Try this for just five minutes. When you have finished turn the page and try the next step. Finished? Great! So, after that five minutes, how do you feel? Take your notebook (or at the very least a sheet of paper if you can't find a book) and write down the answer to the following question. If you could sum up your emotions during those five minutes, what three words would you use? (i.e. happy, confident, relaxed.) Use whatever words you feel are most appropriate. Sometimes words may be hard to come by; if you can't think of any words you might decide to draw or sketch how you felt. That's okay too. Don't spend too long on writing this down – a minute or two should be fine. Once you're done, let's move on to the next exercise.

Exercise 4: A Future Without Anxiety. Just as before, close your eyes and imagine yourself in front of a mirror in five years' time. Only this time, your life is no longer controlled by your anxiety: you are the one in control of your life. You can do all of the things you want to do in life without worrying about panic attacks and silly diseases. You've stopped checking for symptoms on the internet – you have realised that there is so much more to life than that. You are so content with life and proud of yourself at your own recovery, as are the people around you who love you. Feel free to talk out loud about how happy you are. Feel free to laugh. Feel free to sing out loud. Whatever is natural for you. Remain in this place for five minutes (or longer if you'd like, I'm not going to stop you!) and when you finish, turn the page. See, visualisation isn't all that hard, is it? I hope that it has given you a sense of inspiration on how you can change. Do you want to spend the next five years with the dull cloud of health anxiety lingering around your head? Or do you want to get your life back?

Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Without forcing yourself, try to breathe slowly and deeply. For each inhalation, think of something positive that you are bringing inside you. It can be anything at all; joy, confidence and love are things I commonly use. As you breathe in this positivity, see how it fills your entire body, starting in your lungs, but flowing around your body. On the other side, when you exhale, think of all of the negative things that you are trying to get rid of. You might choose anxiety, anger, frustration, or any other negative force that you feel is controlling your life. When you breathe out, feel this negativity leave you. Imagine breathing out on a cold, frosty day – you can see your breath leave your body. I often use this image to help me visualise when meditating.

Cut down on dairy. While dairy products have become increasingly popular in Japan, particularly in the latter half of the 20th century, the Japanese dairy intake is still considerably lower than that of other countries, particularly the UK and USA. Dairy has been known to cause sinus issues, as well as heightened cholesterol. Instead of drinking milk, I often drink soya milk. It took a while to get used to the difference in taste, but I now love it and have it with everything – from a cup of tea to my morning cereal! Eat

Cut down on dairy. While dairy products have become increasingly popular in Japan, particularly in the latter half of the 20th century, the Japanese dairy intake is still considerably lower than that of other countries, particularly the UK and USA. Dairy has been known to cause sinus issues, as well as heightened cholesterol. Instead of drinking milk, I often drink soya milk. It took a while to get used to the difference in taste, but I now love it and have it with everything – from a cup of tea to my morning cereal! Eat smaller portions. One thing I noticed since coming back from Japan was the humungous size of meals in the UK. In Japanese culture, it's common to be presented with a variety of smaller dishes which you can help yourself to. That way, you can eat just the right amount for you without stuffing yourself silly – something we have a habit of doing in the Western world. Several studies have suggested that by eating smaller portions, you avoid bloating and give your digestive system a break – it can certainly help you lose a bit of weight as well! Eat

Cut down on dairy. While dairy products have become increasingly popular in Japan, particularly in the latter half of the 20th century, the Japanese dairy intake is still considerably lower than that of other countries, particularly the UK and USA. Dairy has been known to cause sinus issues, as well as heightened cholesterol. Instead of drinking milk, I often drink soya milk. It took a while to get used to the difference in taste, but I now love it and have it with everything – from a cup of tea to my morning cereal! Eat smaller portions. One thing I noticed since coming back from Japan was the humungous size of meals in the UK. In Japanese culture, it's common to be presented with a variety of smaller dishes which you can help yourself to. That way, you can eat just the right amount for you without stuffing yourself silly – something we have a habit of doing in the Western world. Several studies have suggested that by eating smaller portions, you avoid bloating and give your digestive system a break – it can certainly help you lose a bit of weight as well! Eat a lot of fish! I know that several of you are allergic to fish or simply do not like the taste. That's fine – there are certainly alternatives, but numerous studies have shown the correlation between eating fish and one's mental health. In particular, oily fish such as mackerel, sardines, fresh (not canned) tuna and even salmon have a high reputation for being excellent ‘brain-boosters’. I

All of them milling about in the middle of the busy casino floor like forgotten Sims players.

Thankfully, SimTech doesn’t monitor its technicians.

We do not disappear after death. Small pieces of our being can remain, persisting in those places that were once so meaningful to us. These traces can be found where we lived or loved or worked, and will linger especially where we died. They stand as a testament to a life; stubborn reminders that call out to those who know how to spot them and scream I was here! I will not be forgotten!

Reflections on what is love (em português) O amor é uma escolha. Uma escolha de partilhar a vida com aquela pessoa. Não são as borboletas no estômago quando estamos juntos. Não é a atração dos nossos corpos, dos nossos átomos. Não é a calma quando está tudo bem e contemplamos o universo agarrados. Nem tão pouco é a dor e o sofrimento quando não nos entendemos. São as pequenas partilhas do dia a dia. É o querer saber se está tudo bem. É o saber que aquela pessoa está lá para ti, independentemente do que acontecer. Que te vai escolher em todas as situações. Quando o teu mundo desaba é que se percebe se é amor. Alguém que te ama não te abandona, aparece quando mais precisas. Quando o mundo é sombrio e te sentes sozinho, essa pessoa está lá. Amor é uma escolha constante, aceito-te como és. És a pessoa que eu quero, apesar de todos os teus defeitos e problemas. É difícil fazer essa escolha quando temos medos, barreiras emocionais, e não estamos confortáveis com a nossa sombra, o nosso passado, os nossos pensamentos mais sujos. Só depois de nos deixarmos entrar no buraco negro da alma e começarmos a acordar aos poucos para os nossos traumas é que podemos encontrar a pessoa com quem queremos partilhar a nossa vida. Porque sabemos que não somos perfeitos mas sabemos quais são os nossos medos e não vamos deixar que eles controlem a nossa vida. É nisto que trabalho. Não me deixo distrair do que sinto, não me escondo. Deixo que os sentimentos passem por mim e olho de frente para eles. Quando dominar os meus demónios mas profundos vou finalmente saber quem sou. Quando ultrapassar amores passados e aceitar que posso passar o resto da vida sozinho, vou encontrar essa pessoa, esse amor. Porque não quero alguém que seja "good enough". Não quero alguém que eu não ame simplesmente para ter uma família ou sentir-me validado. Quero que os meus filhos nasçam por amor. Eles merecem isso. Não que sejam fruto de um egoísmo individual para não me sentir sozinho. Quando verdadeiramente aceitar isto tudo, acho que estarei preparado para encontrar a pessoa imperfeita. Sim, a pessoa imperfeita, a pessoa errada. A pessoa com problemas, mas problemas que eu quero que também sejam os meus. A pessoa errada que escolho. A pessoa errada que amo.

Os filhos não são queridos por serem filhos e sim pela amizade que surge quando os criamos.

Little Bets, and it was written by a former venture capitalist named Peter Sims.2 When Sims studied a variety of successful innovators, from Steve Jobs to Chris Rock to Frank Gehry, as well as innovative companies, such as Amazon and Pixar, he found a strategy common to all. “Rather than believing they have to start with a big idea or plan out a whole project in advance,” he writes, “they make a methodical series of little bets about what might be a good direction, learning critical information from lots of little failures and from small but significant wins

Tinha no colo um cacho de uvas douradas que tornavam a brotar logo que as comia. Mas dessa vez não as arrancava uma a uma, e sim de duas em duas, mal respirando na ânsia de acabar com o cacho até a última uva. A guardiã que entrou com a incumbência de prepará-la para a última sessão de exorcismos a encontrou morta de amor na cama, os olhos fulgurantes e pele de recém-nascida. Os fios de cabelo brotavam-lhe como borbulhas no crânio raspado, e era possível vê-los crescer.

A pessoa que amamos no início não é a mesma que amamos no fim, e que o amor não é uma meta e sim um processo através do qual uma pessoa tenta conhecer outra.

Little Bets, and it was written by a former venture capitalist named Peter Sims.

Death is not permanent here, but be warned, it will be painful. Remember that pain is a teacher. Love is life.

— Dingo Dingo... — Sim? — Ergui o rosto para ele. — Eu te amo. O ar sumiu de meus pulmões. Por um milésimo de segundo, eu vi aquela cena se pausar como num filme. Meu coração disparou e os meus olhos se arregalaram. Eu mal podia conter as emoções dentro de mim. Era tão perfeito ouvi-lo dizer. — Diga de novo — pedi, os olhos inundando-se em lágrimas. Christopher acariciava o meu rosto com ternura, não poupando-me de olhares apaixonados e doces. Como podia ser tão perfeito? Como podia ser tão meu? — Eu te amo, minha Dingo Bells.

How can I love something I don’t understand?” They looked at me in silence for a moment. Then Sim burst out in his boyish laugh as if I’d just said the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. He took hold of Fela’s hand and kissed it squarely on her multifaceted ring of stone. “You win,” he said to her. “Love is blind, and a deaf-mute too. I’ll never doubt your wisdom again.

Reflexões sobre o amor (Reflections on love) O amor é uma escolha. Uma escolha de partilhar a vida com aquela pessoa. Não são as borboletas no estômago quando estamos juntos. Não é a atração dos nossos corpos, dos nossos átomos. Não é a calma quando está tudo bem e contemplamos o universo agarrados. Nem tão pouco é a dor e o sofrimento quando não nos entendemos. São as pequenas partilhas do dia a dia. É o querer saber se está tudo bem. É o saber que aquela pessoa está lá para ti, independentemente do que acontecer. Que te vai escolher em todas as situações. É chegar a um compromisso que funcione para os dois. Quando o teu mundo desaba é que se percebe se é amor. Alguém que te ama não te abandona, aparece quando mais precisas. Quando o mundo é sombrio e te sentes sozinho, essa pessoa está lá. Amor é uma escolha constante, aceito-te como és. És a pessoa que eu quero, apesar de todos os teus defeitos e problemas. É difícil fazer essa escolha quando temos medos, barreiras emocionais, e não estamos confortáveis com a nossa sombra, o nosso passado, os nossos pensamentos mais sujos. Só depois de nos deixarmos entrar no buraco negro da alma e começarmos a acordar aos poucos para os nossos traumas é que podemos encontrar a pessoa com quem queremos partilhar a nossa vida. Porque sabemos que não somos perfeitos mas sabemos quais são os nossos medos e não vamos deixar que eles controlem a nossa vida. É nisto que trabalho. Não me deixo distrair do que sinto, não me escondo. Deixo que os sentimentos passem por mim e olho de frente para eles. Quando dominar os meus demónios mas profundos vou finalmente saber quem sou. Quando ultrapassar amores passados e aceitar que posso passar o resto da vida sozinho, vou encontrar essa pessoa, esse amor. Porque não quero alguém que seja "good enough". Não quero alguém que eu não ame simplesmente para ter uma família ou sentir-me validado. Quero que os meus filhos nasçam por amor. Eles merecem isso. Não que sejam fruto de um egoísmo individual para não me sentir sozinho. Quando verdadeiramente aceitar isto tudo, acho que estarei preparado para encontrar a pessoa imperfeita. Sim, a pessoa imperfeita, a pessoa errada. A pessoa com problemas, mas problemas que eu quero que também sejam os meus. A pessoa errada que escolho. A pessoa errada que amo.

I did spend an inordinate amount of time playing The Sims when I was younger,” I replied, tilting my head to the side. “That explains a lot.

Glad my public shame is a source of entertainment for you.” Chantal’s smile slipped. “Sim, it wasn’t that bad. It was kind of cute, to be honest.” “Yeah, a random dude is about to become equal owner of my family business. Super cute.” About as cute as a baby cobra and every bit as deadly.

Como se pratica a disciplina? Nossos avós estariam muito melhor preparados para responder a esta pergunta. Sua recomendação era levantar-se cedo pela manhã, não se comprazer em prodigalidades desnecessárias, trabalhar duro. Este tipo de disciplina tinha deficiências evidentes. Era rígido e autoritário, centralizado em tomo das virtudes da frugalidade e da poupança, e de muitos modos hostil à vida. Mas, em reação a essa espécie de disciplina, tem havido uma tendência crescente a suspeitar de qualquer disciplina, a fazer da complacência indisciplinada e ociosa pelo resto da vida o contrapeso e o equilíbrio do modo rotinizado de vida que nos é imposto durante as oito horas de trabalho. Levantar-se a hora regular, dedicar razoável parte do tempo, durante o dia, a atividade como meditar, ler, ouvir música, passear; não ceder, pelo menos não além de certo mínimo, a atividades escapistas como histórias de mistério e fitas de cinema, não comer nem beber demais — são algumas regras evidentes e rudimentares. É essencial, contudo, que a disciplina não seja praticada como regra imposta do exterior, e sim que seja a expressão da vontade própria de alguém; que seja sentida como agradável, e que a pessoa vagarosamente se acostume a uma espécie de comportamento que acabaria por esquecer se parasse de praticá-lo. Um dos aspectos infelizes de nosso conceito ocidental de disciplina (como das outras virtudes) é ode supor-se sua prática algo dolorosa, só podendo ser “boa” se for dolorosa.

I prefer researching children.

You must come visit us in Essex. Ashbourne is so often away, we could have a lovely visit.

How did you find us?” I ask, looking between him and Percy. “When it became apparent you had absconded with a member of Scipio’s crew, I consulted him for information about your partner in crime,” Monty says. “At which point he informed me that the woman you had chosen to hang your hopes upon is a member of the Crown and Cleaver fleet and that any dealings you might have with her were likely to be criminal at best.” “Why did he take Sim on if he knew she was dangerous?” I ask. “I was raised under the Crown and Cleaver,” Ebrahim says from the stairs, and I jump. I had forgotten he was there. “I vouched for her.” “Which of course led to him feeling responsible,” Monty says, “and Scipio feeling responsible, and also Percy and I felt responsible and we were all determined to get you out of whatever trouble you had so determinedly gotten yourself in. Don’t look so surprised. We’d move heaven and earth for you. Unless of course there is any actual heavy lifting involved, in which case, I’ll abstain, but don’t believe that in any way tarnishes the sentiment.

now I am pursuing my career at my children’s expense, including letting them drop their lovely middle-class extra-curricular activities when they declare themselves bored with them, and even worse not signing them up for more, so now they will never be well-rounded people

-Eu já vivi e ouvi coisas o suficiente para saber que não existe "felizes para sempre", Edward. Não acredito em príncipe encantado. No amor sim, mas em finais felizes, não.

What not to refuel with is fruit. Yes, it’s high in simple sugar, but that simple sugar is most often fructose (there are some exceptions, such as bananas and grapes). Your liver loves fructose and will soak it up at the expense of your muscles. Better to stick to veggies, which are made up of long chains of glucose and are more efficient at restocking your stores.

Rather than believing they have to start with a big idea or plan out a whole project in advance,” he writes, “they make a methodical series of little bets about what might be a good direction, learning critical information from lots of little failures and from small but significant wins” [emphasis mine]. This rapid and frequent feedback, Sims argues, “allows them to find unexpected avenues and arrive at extraordinary outcomes.

O poliamor não vem definido pelo número de relações, e sim pelo tipo de relação que têm os meta-amores entre si: se é de cooperação e cuidados mútuos, ou de confrontação e batalha pelo topo.

Girish Mathrubootham, the CEO and cofounder of FreshDesk (cloud-based customer support platform), had a secret way to motivate himself during the early days of the company after watching the padayappa movie. Before starting to the office he would watch the song 'Vetri kodi kattu' (Hoist the flag of victory) from the movie and then step into his office every day. It motivated him a lot his company (Freshdesk) won the Microsoft BizSpark Startup Challenge within six months and helps over 50,000 businesses and organizations around the world offer better, more personal support to their customers.

You ask why the trials? Why the defects? Why the pain? Remember. Pain is a teacher. Love is life.

I guess I have a face that only a blind woman could love,

Amor Vivo Amar! mas dum amor que tenha vida... Não sejam sempre tímidos harpejos, Não sejam só delírios e desejos Duma doida cabeça escandecida... Amor que viva e brilhe! luz fundida Que penetre o meu ser- e não só beijos Dados no ar- delírios e desejos- Mas amor... dos amores que têm vida... Sim, vivo e quente! e já a luz do dia Não virá dissipá-lo nos meus braços Como névoa da vaga fantasia... Nem murchará do Sol à chama erguida... Pois que podem os astros dos espaços Contra uns débeis amores... se têm vida?