Sn Quotes

[I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?

When one experiences truth, the madness of finding fault with others disappears.

The taipan is the one to watch out for. It is the most poisonous snake on Earth, with a lunge so swift and a venom so potent that your last mortal utterance is likely to be: "I say, is that a sn--

SN: you know what I think about sometimes? Me: What? SN: you know that piece of hair that always falls into your eyes—the not-quite-a-bang piece? I want to be able to tuck it behind your ear. I want to be able to do that. I want to meet you when I feel comfortable enough with you to do that. Me: You are so weird. SN: you are not the first person to say that. Me: Am I the first to say that I really like that about you?

Anything that arises in the mind will manifest itself as a sensation on the body; if you observe this sensation you are observing both the mind as well as matter.

SN: I'm a righty in all the things. ALL THE THINGS. Me: Was that an attempt at innuendo? SN: your use of the word "attempt" suggests that I failed. Me: #innuendofailure SN: I just said the word "innuendo" a bunch of times in my head and now its lost all meaning. innuendo. innuendo. innuendo. innuendo. Me: Word ruined for me forever. SN: ruinuendo. Me: You are a dork. SN: yes, yes I am. Good that you find this out now.

If we don't really listen, we end up doing what we think is best-- which usually isn't best at all.

meditation, if it is observed without craving or attachment, leads to purity. The

You have to hold on and be patient. Pain lasts for a while, but you must leave room for happiness when you find it.

Different timing. Same blessing.

One should never try to imagine or create sensations,

SN: what was under the glass tonight? Me: Some sort of delicious fish and the big couscous. What’s that called? SN: Israeli. Me: Ha, I know. Just wanted to make you use your shift key. I want to get you a T-shirt that says “No proper noun left uncapitalized.” SN: and I’m the weirdo.

He might have hurt me a little,' Atticus conceded, 'but sn, you'll understand folks a little better when you're older. A mob's always made up of people, no matter what. Mr Cunnignham was part of a mob last night, but he ws still a man.Every mob in every little Souhern town is always made up of people you know - doesn't say much for them, does it?' 'I'll say ot, ' said Jem. 'So it took an eight-year-old child to bring 'em to their senses, didn't it?' said Atticus. 'That proves something - that a gang of wild animals can be stopped, simply because they're still human. Hmp, maybe we need a police force of children.

This is a dream. It has to be, because the three of them can’t be SN, and I’ve had dreams like this before, when they’re all there—Liam, Ethan, Caleb—morphing into each other, swapping shirts. But no, Caleb is in gray. Ethan is the Batman. And Liam is wearing a button-down, because unlike his friends, he rotates his wardrobe. One point for Liam there. If this is a dream, next they will break out into song. Serenade me with “The Girl No One Knows.” No one is singing. This is not a dream.

Those who cannot cope with difficulties often fail to achieve their aims in life.

The taste you will find in the chest of Tea you won't be able to find it in any other chest.

What kind of person do you wish to be? A part of those who take action, who try the hardest, or of those who go with the flow?

It gives me... gives me hope. In second chances. In the different manifestations of love. In the inexplicable avenues of God's grace.

Homage to the Buddha: Such truly is he: free from impurities, having destroyed all mental defilements, fully enlightened by his own efforts, perfect in theory and in practice, having reached the final goal, knowing the entire universe, incomparable trainer of men, teacher of gods and humans, the Buddha, the Exalted One.

There are many, many things that are difficult in this life, but one thing that isn't difficult at all is figuring out whether someone is excited or not when they open a present. If someone is excited, they will often put exclamation points at the end of their sentences to indicate their excited tone of voice. If they say "Oh!" for instance, the exclamation point would indicate that the person is saying "Oh!" in sn rxcited way, rather than simply saying "Oh," with a comma after it, which would indicate that the present is somewhat disappointing. "Oh," Violet said, as she opened her present. "Oh," Klaus said, as he opened his. "Oh," Sunny said, as she tore open her shopping bag with her teeth.

The impossible is possible in the mind of brave

Ocean, oceane, s.n., 1. Partea nesfarsita din tine de care n-ai stiut niciodata. dar pe care ai banuit-o mereu acolo. [2015, Whittier]

Geen twee mense se verhale is dieselfde nie, niemand s'n is kort of eenvoudig nie, elkeen het feite wat met die ander s'n veg. Skaars het iemand klaar gepraat, of die ander gryp sy verhaal en skeur dit uitmekaar.

Me: It will get better, right? Eventually, it will get better. Scarlett: I’m sorry I’m not the type to lower our discourse to emoji use since you totally deserve a smiley face right now. Yes, it will get better. Me: Ha. It’s just. Whatever. Sorry to keep whining. Scarlett: That’s what I’m here for. BTW, that email you forwarded? My guess: TOTALLY A SECRET ADMIRER. Me: You’ve read too many books. I’m being set up. And stop YELLING AT ME. Scarlett: No way. I didn’t say he was a vampire. I said he was a secret admirer. Most def. Me: Wanna take bets? Scarlett: You should just know by now that I’m always right. It’s my one magic power. Me: What’s mine? Scarlett: TBD. Me: Thanks a lot. Scarlett: Kidding. You are strong. That’s your power, girl. Me: My arms are v. toned from stress-eating ALL the cookies. Hand to mouth. Repeat 323 times. Hard-core workout. Scarlett: Seriously, for a second, J? Just because you’re strong doesn’t mean you shouldn’t ask for help sometimes. Remember that. I’m here, ALWAYS, but you might want to take up that offer from someone local. Me: Whatever. Ugh. Thanks, Dr. Phil. I miss you! Scarlett: Miss you too! Go write back to SN. NOW. NOW. NOW. Now tell me the truth? Anyone at your school unusually pale?

SIWƎ┴ɹIČN∀ ʞOWƎpIſ∀ Wouᴉ-n pǝ qnlᴉ Zʌɐo sǝ uǝʞɐp lǝodɐɹp ƃɐžɐ qǝšǝ lɾᴉƃɐʌɐ slɐuᴉuɐ oʌuɐ ᴉ ʞɹʇᴉuɐ ƃɐzǝlǝ ɹɐp qᴉ zuɐo ʌɐšǝ ɯᴉšlɾǝuɾǝ ʞɐʞo ɯn ʞᴉčɯɐ osǝćɐšǝ zʌǝzpǝ ʞɹoz žᴉɔǝ znqᴉ ʞɹoz ʇnuǝl ƃlᴉsʇɐ˙ Nɐ lǝžɐɾn uoć n uoćᴉ sʇɹʌᴉuɐɹ zʌǝzpǝ sn qlǝsɐʞ nɯᴉuđnšǝuoƃ nɯɐ zʌǝzpǝ nqǝsʞɹɐɾǝuǝ lᴉɹsʞᴉ zʌǝzpǝ dop loƃɐɹᴉʇɯoɯ ɾnžuoƃ dolɐ lǝʇǝ šɐʞɐlsʞᴉ ɥǝʞsɐɯǝʇɹᴉ ɾɐɯqᴉ ǝlǝɟɐuʇɐ sɐʞsoɟousʞᴉ sᴉƃuɐl ɥᴉɾǝuǝ zɐ ɯǝsǝčǝʌǝ ɯɐuǝ n ʞnlᴉsɐɯɐ dop šɐʇoɹᴉɯɐ oɯɐɹǝ ɾɐ ʌɐs ʌolᴉɯ ʞɐo ɹᴉs ɹᴉsɐ )ɐq(uoɹɯɐluo˙ ∩ ɐɯɐlƃɐɯn čǝžuɾǝ čnluo n ʌǝʇɹoʌᴉʇᴉɯ ʌopɐɯɐ sǝuɐsʇǝ lᴉɹᴉʞǝ ʇɐʞo ʇᴉ ʞoqᴉ ʇᴉ ʇɐʞo¿ žǝlᴉ sǝ sɯɹʇ ɐʇᴉusʞoɯ ɹɐpošćn sʌǝʇloƃ ʞɹǝznqoƃ sᴉsɐučǝʇɐ ɹnƃoqoɯ ʇǝlɐsɐsʇᴉɥ čǝlɾnsʇᴉ ʞnʇuɾɐčʞᴉɯ ʌᴉlᴉɔɐɯɐ ɹɐʞᴉpžᴉsʞᴉɯ ƃlɐsuᴉɔɐɯɐ snlnupɐɹsʞᴉɯ sᴉlɐsʞoɯ ɔɹǝʌɐ oʞɐɹuᴉɐsʇᴉɯ žǝlnpɔǝɯ sdǝlnuʞoɯ pǝɾǝʞɔᴉɾǝ dlɐʌoɯ ʞɐo ʞɐdɹᴉ zqoƃ lᴉɹsʞǝ ʇǝzǝ ɐquoɹɯɐluǝ zʌǝzpǝ zqoƃ pžǝlɐʇɐ lɾᴉƃɐʌoƃ oʌuɐ ʞɹʇǝ ƃɐzǝlǝ ɹsʞɐʌǝ zʌǝzpǝ zpǝuɐsʇǝ lɐsʇǝ sʇǝƃunʇoƃ ƃunɐ ɐƃunsɐ pǝᴉ oɐʇɐuǝ

SN: how’s your day, Ms. Holmes? Me: Not bad. Yours? SN: good. been doing my homework in listicle form, because, you know, anything to make it more interesting. Me: Do you think college will actually be better? For real? SN: hope so. but then again, I just read about a guy who lost a ball in a frat hazing incident. Me: Seriously? What is wrong with people? SN: can you imagine wanting to be liked so badly that you’d give up one of your testicles? Me: I can neither imagine having testicles nor giving one up. SN: you won’t let me use emojis, but an ‘i heart my testes’ one would be appropriate right about now. Me: You know what I heart? Nutella. And pajama pants. And an awesomesauce book. Not necessarily in that order, but together. SN: awesomesauce? 2012 texted and wants its word back. btw, do you eat the Nutella right out of the jar with a spoon? Me: Used to. Now I share a kitchen with the Others, so I can’t. Wanted to label it, but my dad said that would be rude.

La parenté de l'égyptien ancien et du berbère n'est plus à démontrer. Bien que les affinités lexicales entre ces langues sœurs aient été profondément affectée par le temps, des dizaines de vocables peuvent encore y être mis en parallèle sur le double plan phonétique et sémantique. Citons-en quelques-un : sin et sny (deux) ; ashem et shem (s'en aller) ; awey et iyw (venir, apporter) ; mmis-n et ms-n (fils de) ; ighs et qs (l'os) ; sew et syw (boire); ishirr et shri, ou aherrud et hrd (enfant) ; fud et pd (genou). Mais ce sont les pronoms et les particules - les mots outils en quelque sorte - qui témoignent bien de la communauté de souche entre l'égyptien et le berbère ; nekk et ink (moi, je) ; i et i (moi, à moi) ; k et k (toi, à toi) ; s et s (lui, à lui, elle, à elle) ; n et n (nous); sn et sn (eux, à eux) [...] Des comparatistes ont observé que le dialecte berbère le plus proche de l'égyptien ancien est le touareg. De fait, il est plus conservateur en raison du confinement séculaire des Targuis dans leur isolat montagneux au cœur du Sahara. Curieusement, les Touaregs aussi bien que les oasiens de Siwa se disent originaires du Maghreb. Il s'agit là, à notre sens, des réminiscences d'un passé très lointain dont l'image s'est inversée. (p45) [21] - Gustave Lefebvre , Grammaire de l'égyptien classique, pp 55, 116, 238, 240, 361, 384, 391 (Elements Lexicaux Berbères in Mohammed Chafik, من أجل مغارب مغاربية بالأولوية - Pour un maghreb d'abord maghrébin)

I still felt a little bit sick for needing the help of a Librarian. It was frustrating. Terribly frustrating. In fact, I don’t think I can accurately—through text—show you just how frustrating it was. But because I love you, I’m going to try anyway. Let’s start by randomly capitalizing letters. “We cAn SenD fOr a draGOn to cArry us,” SinG saId As we burst oUt oF the stAirWeLL and ruSHED tHrough ThE roOm aBovE. “ThAT wILl taKe tOO Long,” BaStiLlE saiD. “We’Ll haVe To graB a VeHiCle oFf thE STrEet,” I sAid. (You know what, that’s not nearly frustrating enough. I’m going to have to start adding in random punctuation marks too.) We c! RoS-Sed thrOu? gH t% he Gra## ND e ` nt < Ry > WaY at “A” de-aD Ru) n. OnC $ e oUts/ iDE, I Co* Uld sEe T ^ haT the suN wa + S nEar to s = Ett = ING—it w.O.u.l.d Onl > y bE a co@ uPle of HoU[ rs unTi ^ L the tR} e} atY RATiF ~ iCATiON ha, pPenEd. We nEeDeD!! to bE QuicK?.? UnFOrTu() nAtelY, tHE! re weRe no C? arriA-ges on tHe rOa ^ D for U/ s to cOmMan > < dEer. Not a ON ~ e ~. THerE w + eRe pe/\ Ople wa | lK | Ing aBoUt, BU? t no caRr# iaGes. (Okay, you know what? That’s not frustrating enough either. Let’s start replacing some random vowels with the letter Q.) I lqOk-eD arO! qnD, dE# sPqrA# te, fRq? sTr/ Ated (like you, hopefully), anD aNn | qYeD. Jq! St eaR& lIer, tHqr ^ E hq.d BeeN DoZen! S of cq? RrIqgEs on The rQA! d! No-W tHqRe wA = Sn’t a SqnGl + e oN ^ q. “ThE_rQ!” I eXclai $ mqd, poIntIng. Mqv = Ing do ~ Wn th_e RqaD! a shoRt diStq + + nCe aWay < wAs > a sTrANgq gLaSs cqnTrAPtion. I waSN’t CqrTain What it wAs >, bUt It w! qs MoV? ing—aND s% qmewhat quIc: =) Kly. “LeT’s G_q gRA? b iT!

As we prepared for sleep that night I noticed that Lisa was staring at her reflection in the mirror. She looked as young now as the day I met her, no grey upon her jet black hair, face always pale, she rarely sun bathed, dark glittering eyes and finally pearly white teeth. What a woman, always passionate about her affairs and always interested in my work. Shame her family could not attend our wedding. I suppose that is the hazard of marrying a Slav, either the family is dead, scattered or too poor to fly to England. Still it was a happy wedding, a quiet one with a few friends from work. Lisa crawled into bed beside me; her body, always cold, quickly warmed to my touch. Why are women always cold when they first get into bed? We kissed for what seemed an age, caressing each other’s bodies until at last she pushed me onto my back, straddled me and smiled looking down into my eyes. She licked her lips and slowly leant forward. The next morning I checked my neck for any tell-tale signs of our love making. Again Lisa had bitten every inch of my body and left not a mark. I smiled down at her sleeping form, kissed her cheek and went to my study. I had term papers to mark and research for my next set of lectures. Lisa came into my study just after lunch. For a woman just out of bed she looked remarkably well, her hair was untangled, her cheeks full in bloom, there were no signs of tiredness in her eyes at all. I smiled at her as we kissed, then she told me of the theme for the dinner party. Eleven guests as usual and each one would have to be very special. I left her to set up the invitations and planning. This was going to be the Last supper revisited it seemed.

under oath he revealed the course was designed by taking holes from the courses he found on a PlayStation-era Tiger Woods video game. This resulted in Loudoun County being sued by Pebble Beach, Cog Hill and St. Andrews, not only for stealing from their courses, but for doing it so poorly that it damaged the original courses’ reputations.

sn The reader knows this is a theophany. The three visitors are probably the LORD and two angels (see Gen 19:1). It is not certain how soon Abraham recognized the true identity of the visitors. His actions suggest he suspected this was something out of the ordinary, though it is possible that his lavish treatment of the visitors was done quite unwittingly. Bowing down to the ground would be reserved for obeisance of kings or worship of the LORD. Whether he was aware of it or not, Abraham’s action was most appropriate.

sn Three measures (Heb “three seahs”) was equivalent to about twenty quarts (twenty-two liters) of flour, which would make a lot of bread. The animal prepared for the meal was far more than the three visitors needed. This was a banquet for royalty. Either it had been a lonely time for Abraham and the presence of visitors made him very happy, or he sensed this was a momentous visit.

sn Sarah will have a son. The passage brings God’s promise into clear focus. As long as it was a promise for the future, it really could be believed without much involvement. But now, when it seemed so impossible from the human standpoint, when the LORD fixed an exact date for the birth of the child, the promise became rather overwhelming to Abraham and Sarah. But then this was the LORD of creation, the one they had come to trust. The point of these narratives is that the creation of Abraham’s offspring, which eventually became Israel, is no less a miraculous work of creation than the creation of the world itself.

sn The Table of the Bread of the Presence (Tyndale’s translation, “Shewbread,” was used in KJV and influenced ASV, NAB) was to be a standing acknowledgment that Yahweh was the giver of daily bread. It was called the “presence-bread” because it was set out in his presence. The theology of this is that God provides, and the practice of this is that the people must provide for constant thanks. So if the ark speaks of communion through atonement, the table speaks of dedicatory gratitude.

6 sn I will bless you. The blessing of creation is now carried forward to the patriarch. In the garden God blessed Adam and Eve; in that blessing he gave them (1) a fruitful place, (2) endowed them with fertility to multiply, and (3) made them rulers over creation. That was all ruined at the fall. Now God begins to build his covenant people; in Gen 12-22 he promises to give Abram (1) a land flowing with milk and honey, (2) a great nation without number, and (3) kingship.

tn The expression ῾Ωσαννά (hōsanna, literally in Hebrew, “O Lord, save”) in the quotation from Ps 118:25-26 was probably by this time a familiar liturgical expression of praise, on the order of “Hail to the king,” although both the underlying Aramaic and Hebrew expressions meant “O Lord, save us.” In words familiar to every Jew, the author is indicating that at this point every messianic expectation is now at the point of realization. It is clear from the words of the psalm shouted by the crowd that Jesus is being proclaimed as messianic king. See E. Lohse, TDNT 9:682-84. sn Hosanna is an Aramaic expression that literally means, “help, I pray,” or “save, I pray.” By Jesus’ time it had become a strictly liturgical formula of praise, however, and was used as an exclamation of praise to God. 16 sn A quotation from Ps 118:25-26.

sn Very few questions could have so completely revealed the wicked intentions of the religious leaders. Jesus’ question revealed the motivation of the religious leaders and exposed them for what they really were – hypocrites. They indicted themselves when they cited only two options and chose neither of them (“We do not know”). The point of Matt 21:23-27 is that no matter what Jesus said in response to their question, they were not going to believe it and would in the end use it against him. 40 sn Neither will I tell you. Though Jesus gave no answer, the analogy he used to their own question makes his view clear. His authority came from heaven.

sn What he has will be taken from him. The meaning is that the one who accepts Jesus’ teaching concerning his person and the kingdom will receive a share in the kingdom now and even more in the future, but for the one who rejects Jesus’ words, the opportunity that that person presently possesses with respect to the kingdom will someday be taken away forever.

I beg your pardon. Sometimes, it's true I can be stubborn.' 'Sometimes?' she added derisively. 'Quite often,' he tempered.

Did you see what you just did? You took the coffee can with you to the counter." "So what?" "You didn't have to. You could have left it by the stove where you were standing and then gone to the counter to get the spoon." "You're saying I carried the coffee can unnecessarily." "You carried it in your ri ght hand all the way to the counter, put it down to open the drawer, which you didn't want to do with your left hand, then got the spoon with your right hand, switched it to your left hand, picked up the coffee can with your right hand and went back to the stove, where you put it down again." "That's what people do." "It's wasted motion. People waste tremendous amounts of motion. You ought to watch Baba make a salad sometime." "People don't deliberate over each tiny motion and gesture. A little waste doe sn't hurt." "But over a lifetime?" "What do you save if you don't waste?" "Over a lifetime? You save tremendous amounts of time and energy," he said. "What will you do with them?" "Use them to live longer.

Where is Ivan?

Çevrenizden şöyle yorumla alırsınız: ''Başın sağolsun. Çok acı bir şey yaşadın ve dimdik durdun, herkese moral versin, bir an bile yıkılmadın. Sn çok güçlü bir insansın.'' Fakat içimize attığımız, gömdüğümüz hiçbir olumsuz enerji sonsuza kadar orada kalmaz. Bize ulaşmanın bir yolunu bulur. Önce rüyalar ya da kabuslar yoluyla acımız bilinçli zihnimizde kendine yer bulmaya çalışır. Daha sonra psikolojik ve psikosomatik bazı sorunlar yaşayabiliriz. Panik atak, depresyon, gastrit, migren, basit fobiler kapınızı çalabilir. Eğer bununla ilgili analitik çalışmalar yaparsak, altında çoğu kez tutulmamış yas zamanlarının çıktığına şahit oluruz. İşte bu yüzden yas sürecini gönlümüzce yaşamak ve yas ritüellerine sığınmak zorundayız. Acınızı öyle ya da böyle çekeceksiniz. Bu dünyada hiç kimse başına geln cıyı yaşamaktan muaf değil.

But the land lord was very egoistic, conducted in a fun fitting manner and went to the extent of slapping Niveditha on her cheek. Sister Niveditha did not lose her temper. She was very calm and composed. She again told him, “Oh sir, you have given me the gift. Thank you so much. Now give something to my children”. This came as a shocking

Weirdly, the more standard classroom math you’ve had, the harder it’s going to be to avoid answering in an impoverished way. Such as, e.g., validating a/(1-r) by observing, in the best Calc II tradition, that the relevant geometric series here is a particular subtype of convergent infinite series, and that the sum of such a series is defined as the limit of the sequence of its partial sums (that is, if the sequence s1, s2, s3, …, sn , … of a series’ partial sums tends to a limit S, then S is the sum of the series), and that sure enough, w/r/t the above series, Lim (sn) = 1 so a/(1-r) works just fine … in which case you will once again have answered Zeno’s Dichotomy in a way that is complex, formally sexy, technically correct, and deeply trivial. Along the lines of ‘Because it’s illegal’ as an answer to ‘Why is it wrong to kill?

Essentially I am single and unmarried guy but if I say I am single two girl will get angry, and I hear their voices always and If I leave to Tamilnadu, I don't know what they will think about it and I personally care about them a lot that something bad should not happen to them just like i care about my parents and relatives. These two girl I have talked a lot and lot so that I hear their inner mind as well, I consider them as friends but I don't know they will accept me as just friend or with expectations, because I love the people without expectations very much. But My only wish and concern is that even if I leave to Tamilnadu, something bad should not happen to these two girls and I don't care about rest because I have no idea about other people in Bangalore and what they are upto. These two girls whether they marry someone or fall in love with someone, they should be happy without any disturbances. Never touch these two girls even after I leave Bangalore RKP, SN

We all share wise messages, quotes and sayings on SN sites and messages, talk good and show how good and sensible we are as a person BUT do we all realize that (most of the times) we do exactly opposite of what we share, read and potray.

When you pay high for the priceless, you’re getting it cheap.

You can get all the pictures you want at fifty thousand dollars apiece – that’s easy. But to get pictures at a quarter of a million apiece – that wants doing!

Shut the fuck up and take our cocks like a good girl.

I love you, Everlee. So much so that the thought of losing you sometimes feels like a dagger in my heart.

As a novice in collecting,’ he said with a modesty not unlike Bache’s, ‘I expected to have to pay the highest prices for masterpieces. What I did not expect, what I was to discover, was that I would also have to pay a large premium for the privilege of paying the highest prices!

He did not think that art should, or could, be sold overnight. He believed in waiting for advantageous moments; he arranged them far in advance, so he was not surprised when they came. In his grand financial strategy, he calculated in terms of his total life span. The final tally would not be in, he figured, until he had made his last sale and died. His strategy proved sound. It was not until 1937, after he put over his last great deal with Mellon, that Duveen liquidated his £1,200,000 debt to his London bank. When he had made his very last sale, he was out of debt, and had £3,000,000 in the bank, an inventory worth £2,000,000, and his self-confidence intact.

The passion of these newly rich Americans for industrial merger yielded to an even more insistent passion for a merger of their newly acquired domains with more ancient ones; they wanted to veneer their arrivisme with the traditional. It would be gratifying to feel, as you drove up to your porte-cochère in Pittsburgh, that you were one with the jaded Renaissance Venetian who had just returned from a sitting for Titian; to feel, as you walked by the ranks of gleaming and authentic suits of armour in your mansion on Long Island – and passed the time of day with your private armourer – that it was only an accident of chronology that had put you in a counting house when you might have been jousting with other kings in the Tournament of Love; to push aside the heavy damask tablecloth on a magnificent Louis XIV dining-room table, making room for a green-shaded office lamp, beneath which you scanned the report of last month’s profit from the Saginaw branch, and then, looking up, catch a glimpse of Mrs Richard Brinsley Sheridan and flick the fantasy that presently you would be ordering your sedan chair, because the loveliest girl in London was expecting

He more than once asked a prospective client, ‘Do you realise that the only thing you can spend a hundred thousand dollars on without incurring an obligation to spend a great deal more for its upkeep is a picture? Once you’ve bought it, it costs you only a few hundred dollars every fifteen years for cleaning.’ It was a revolutionary sales argument, and one admirably adapted to American royalty.

An effective supplementary sales argument, which he used repeatedly, was: ‘You can always make more money, but if you miss this picture, you’ll never get another like it, for it is unique.’ It was the sort of home truth Duveen’s clients understood.

The fact is,’ Mrs Hearst said, in relating the episode, ‘you couldn’t buy anything from Duveen! Everything was either in reserve for somebody else or he had promised it to his wife or for some reason he wasn’t ready to sell it yet.

Though Morgan was a collector as indiscriminate as he was voracious (‘a chequebook collector’, one of his biographers, John Kennedy Winkler, has called him), he was able to create, by the sheer weight of his name, a valuable provenance of his own.

Duveen was not selling merely low upkeep, social distinction, and watermarks; he was selling immortality.

I didn’t want that fellow to get used to buying modern pictures,’ he said. ‘There are too many of them.’ Duveen was never eager to sell anything painted after 1800, because the fertility of the nineteenth-century painters would have sadly upset the Duveen economy of scarcity.

Duveen instantly wrote his ten-thousand-pound purchase off as a total loss, but the pictures he acquired from the diplomat’s friends returned him a profit many times as large as his investment.

Compared to his clients, Duveen was a child in business, but he almost always had his way with them. When they started talking about prices, he started talking about values – values that, as it happened, he himself had created. When customers complained about the price of his masterpieces, he brought into play, sometimes subtly and sometimes brutally, his standard threat – that he had a rival collector whose sense of values was more perceptive, whose taste, in fact, was anything but vulgar. The rival collector was his trump card.

Just got a text message from Godot: Bk sn.

Give me orgasm, or give me death!

My head tingles a little with anticipation and excitement because I hear the O train off in the distance, but she’s a’ comin’.

Good girl.” I whimper. Straight up, dog whimper.

Another recollection of Duveen’s was of being taken by his father to see the elder J. P. Morgan in his London house, at Prince’s Gate. His Uncle Henry, who had by then become a pet of Morgan’s, had told Morgan that his brother was, next to him, the highest authority on Chinese porcelains.

One habit I have not yet succeeded in getting rid of: the inveterate one of feeling that when at home I must sit at my desk for so long each day to write, not letters whether of business or of friendship, but printable stuff, even when there is no idea of publishing connected with it. If I have failed to do it, I feel morally hang-doggy and physically unclean.

In fact, on Duveen’s last visit to H. E.’s California mansion, San Marino, just before H. E. died, the host didn’t have enough cash on hand to pay for the freight-car load of merchandise in the guest’s caravan. Duveen accepted instead some Los Angeles real estate, a commodity of which H. E. was then the largest owner.

Hitler’s preferences in art had a strong nationalist tinge; he deplored the fact that so many early German artists had been displaced, in museums and private collections, by decadent Italians. Duveen went to considerable trouble to see that Hitler’s preferences were indulged. Working under cover of an English firm of unblemished Aryan genealogy – a firm that, in turn, employed a similarly impeccable Dutch concern – Duveen furnished the funds for a large and long-term operation that funnelled back into Germany early German art works which came quite cheap, in exchange for the decadent Italians.

One rather celebrated butler in a Fifth Avenue house that stocked Duveens put in so much overtime that, before he retired, his emoluments from Duveen totalled over a hundred thousand dollars. The gratitude of servants was a fine silt from which burgeoned the flower of remembrance. They developed a feeling that it was only fair to transmit to the generous nobleman any information that might interest him: what rival dealers (who had no comparable sense of the value of a servant’s time) had the effrontery to offer works of art to their masters, what purchases the masters were considering, what was said about Duveen’s emissaries on the walls – in short, all the minutiae of relevant gossip that in the art world are as pregnant with significance as the secret memoranda exchanged by chancelleries.

This was the largest transaction ever consummated in the world of art. Duveen had easily outdone the Soviets. There were twenty-one items in the Soviet deal, forty-two in Duveen’s. Mellon paid the Soviets seven million dollars; he paid Duveen twenty-one million.

Since Duveen was able to assemble a large part of the Mellon Collection – and a large part of so many others besides – in one lifetime, it can be argued that he was the greatest collector in history.

The millionaires of the Duveen Era were all dressed up, but they really had nowhere to go. Duveen supplied a favoured few of them with a destination. The private lives of these sad tycoons were often bitter; their children and their family life disappointed them. The fathers had too much to give; the returns were often in inverse ratio to the size of the gifts. They knew that they were ruining their children and yet they didn’t know how to stop it. Their children made disastrous marriages, got killed in racing cars, had to pay blackmail to avoid scandal. But with the works of art it was different. They asked for nothing. They were rewarding. They shed their radiance, and it was a lovely, soothing light. You could take them or leave them, and when you had visitors you could bask in the admiration the pictures and sculptures excited, which was directed towards you even more subtly than towards them, as if you yourself had gathered them and, even, created them. The works of art became their children.

Two years after Duveen died, Kress bought all the pictures that had been hanging fire. Duveen went right on selling.

Early in life, Duveen – who became Lord Duveen of Millbank before he died in 1939, at the age of sixty-nine – noticed that Europe had plenty of art and America had plenty of money, and his entire astonishing career was the product of that simple observation.

Making his clients conscious that whereas he had unique access to great art, his outlets for it were multiple, he watched their doubts about the prices of the art evolving into more acute doubts about whether he would let them buy it.

In the Ariyan Dhamma, the practice of meditation unfolds from start to finish as a process of mental purification. The process begins with the recognition of the dangers in unwholesome states: they are real pollutants of our being that need to be restrained and eliminated. The consummation is reached in the complete destruction of the defilements through the cultivation of their wholesome antidotes. The entire course of practice demands a recognition of the differences between the dark and bright qualities of the mind, and devolves on effort and diligence: "One does not tolerate an arisen unwholesome thought, one abandons it, dispels it, abolishes it, nullifies it" (MN 2). The hindrances are "causes of blindness, causes of ignorance, destructive to wisdom, not conducive to Nibbana" (SN 46:40). The practice of meditation purges the mind of its corruptions, preparing the way for the destruction of the cankers (asavakkhaya).

In short: making itihasa into history would destroy our past, because, as the world shows us today, the best way to destroy the past of a people is to give them history.

In short: making itihasa into history would destroy our past, because, as the world shows us today, the best way to destroy the past of a people is to give them history.

When you pay high for the priceless, you're getting it cheap.

El universo, para el budismo, responde a las acciones de sus habitantes, esto es, a sus palabras, pensamientos y actos. Los seres renacen en una posición superior o inferior en función de sus acciones en vidas previas, recientes o remotas. La acción moral determina tanto las circunstancias del nacimiento como acontecimientos que sobrevendrán a lo largo de la vida. Cuando hablamos del «universo budista» hablamos, por lo general, de estos planos de renacimiento donde cualquier ser puede nacer en estricta concordancia con sus virtudes o sus vicios. Los mismos planos de renacimiento, con los mismos nombres y orden, forman el armazón cosmológico de la mayoría de las escuelas budistas. Ninguno de ellos dura eternamente: todos los seres están sometidos a las fluctuaciones del karma (pali: kamma), que los empuja a nacer y renacer. Según el Buda, no se puede conocer el origen de este ciclo de renacimientos (SN 15.1), así como tampoco tiene un final predeterminado.

The preference that seems to have the most influence on occupational choice, the SN preference, determines in large part what will interest people. Sensing

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His will isn't always obvious, it doesn't always make sense, and it isn't always what we want. But that doesn't mean it's not good.

God's will isn't always what we expect. Sometimes it 'sneaks up' on us.

I see a global ancient religion which was marked with its rebellious spirit against the higher authorities. It expressed itself temporally (Solar/Lunar), physically (Skulls/Tridents) and linguistically (Sun/Son/Sn) across the whole world.

The f inge r which point s a t the moon i sn' t the moon itself

To my editors, I graciously thank you. I now know “is” and “was” aren't the same thing. It's the periods and commas that got me. Can't see the darn things.

Hopefully you're on the edge of your seat when reading WUWPOO. That's my favorite reading position.

response. Nutr. Rev. 1998; 56: S49–S58. 41 Han SN, Meydani SN. Vitamin E and infectious diseases in the aged. Proc. Nutr. Soc. 1999; 58:697–705. 42 Thurnham DI. Micronutrients and immune function: some recent developments. J. Clin. Pathol. 1997; 50: 887–891. 43 Beck MA. Selenium and host defence towards viruses. Proc. Nutr. Soc. 1999; 58: 707–711. 44 Beck MA. Increased virulence of coxsackievirus B3 in mice due to vitamin E or selenium deficiency. J. Nutr. 1997; 127: 966S–970S. 45 Dworkin BM. Selenium deficiency in HIV infection and the acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS). Chem. Biol. Interact. 1994; 91: 181–186. 46 Patrick L. Nutrients and HIV: part one – beta carotene and selenium. Altern. Med. Rev. 1999; 4: 403–

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Maar dan was ons s’n nie bloot seks nie. Dit sou teleurstellend wees. Ons s’n was seismologie. Eers ligte waarskuwings van tektoniese aktiwiteit, gevolg deur ontruimingsaksies in jou bloedvate. Dan iets wat deur die aardkors in jou bene intrek en tsoenami’s wat deur jou buik golf in faktore van tien. Die vonke was van die kaliber wat spat; daar waar die hemel en hel bots en goed en kwaad skouers skuur. Dan later, veel later, die Doppler-effek; ’n afplatting van sirenes soos dit terugtrek die stiltes in. Dan naskokke en katarsis; die skadebeheer van ’n lag of noodhulp in ’n fluistering.

sn The twofold appearance of the statement “a remnant will come back” (שְׁאָר יָשׁוּב, she’ar yashuv) in vv. 21-22 echoes and probably plays off the name of Isaiah’s son Shear-jashub (see 7:3). In its original context the name was meant to encourage Ahaz (see the note at 7:3), but here it has taken on new dimensions. In light of Ahaz’s failure and the judgment it brings down on the land, the name Shear-jashub now foreshadows the destiny of the nation. According to vv. 21-22, there is good news and bad news. The good news is that a remnant of God’s people will return; the bad news is that only a remnant will be preserved and come back. Like the name Immanuel, this name foreshadows both judgment (see the notes at 7:25 and 8:8) and ultimate restoration (see the note at 8:10).

sn A quotation from Isa 7:14. It is unclear whether the author is citing the MT or the LXX. The use of the word παρθένος (parthenos, “virgin”) may be due to its occurrence in the LXX, but it is also possible that it is the author’s translation of the Hebrew term עַלְמָה (’almah, “young woman”). The second phrase of the quotation is modified slightly from its original context; both the MT and LXX have a second person singular verb, but here the quotation has a third person plural verb form. The spelling of the name here (Emmanuel) differs from the spelling of the name in the OT (Immanuel) because of a different leading vowel in the respective Greek and Hebrew words. In the original context, this passage pointed to a child who would be born during the time of Ahaz as proof that the military alliance of Syria and Israel against Judah would fail. Within Isaiah’s subsequent prophecies this promise was ultimately applied to the future Davidic king who would one day rule over the nation.

tc א* Θ 28 l2211 pc sams Or lack υἱοῦ θεοῦ (huiou theou, “son of God”), while virtually all the rest of the witnesses have the words (A ƒ1,13 33 M also have τοῦ [tou] before θεοῦ), so the evidence seems to argue for the authenticity of the words. Most likely, the words were omitted by accident in some witnesses, since the last four words of v. 1, in uncial script, would have looked like this: iu_c_r_u_u_u_q_u_. With all the successive upsilons an accidental deletion is likely. Further, the inclusion of υἱοῦ θεοῦ here finds its complement in 15:39, where the centurion claims that Jesus was υἱὸς θεοῦ (huios theou, “son of God”). Even though א is in general one of the best NT MSS, its testimony is not quite as preeminent in this situation. There are several other instances in which it breaks up chains of genitives ending in ου (cf., e.g., Acts 28:31; Col 2:2; Heb 12:2; Rev 12:14; 15:7; 22:1), showing that there is a significantly higher possibility of accidental scribal omission in a case like this. This christological inclusio parallels both Matthew (“Immanuel…God with us” in 1:23/“I am with you” in 28:20) and John (“the Word was God” in 1:1/“My Lord and my God” in 20:28), probably reflecting nascent christological development and articulation. sn The first verse of Mark’s Gospel appears to function as a title: The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. It is not certain, however, whether Mark intended it to refer to the entire Gospel, to the ministry of John the Baptist, or through the use of the term beginning (ἀρχή, archē) to allude to Genesis 1:1 (in the Greek Bible, LXX). The most likely option is that the statement as a whole is an allusion to Genesis 1:1 and that Mark is saying that with the “good news” of the coming of Christ, God is commencing a “new beginning.

Una acusación de ingratitud no debe quedar sn respuesta, al igual que una crítica inepta o un insulto literario.

Detachment does not mean indifference, it is correctly called 'holy indifference': neither inaction nor reaction, but real, positive action with a balanced mind

Interestingly, a problem can also arise if regions in the SN aren’t paying enough attention: like the disruption in this network found in autism spectrum disorder (ASD). Hypoactivity in these regions can mean that individuals with ASD don’t pay enough attention to social information like facial expressions—which most people experience as highly salient—which then leads to a cascade of difficulties with social behavior and relationships.16

Un arte de burbuja, sn contaminación, sin riesgo, sin acercarnos a los márgenes de la sociedad, es un arte desdentado

What better place to cry out ‘Oh God’ than on the cock of a man at church?