Solomon Ring Quotes

Can you define "plan" as "a loose sequence of manifestly inadequate observations and conjectures, held together by panic, indecision, and ignorance"? If so, it was a very good plan.

Besides, if you're going to die horribly, you might as well do it with style.

Then again, Solomon was human. And that meant he was flawed (Go on, take a look at yourself in the mirror. A good long look, if you can bear it. See? Flawed's putting it mildly, isn't it?)

Hippo in a skirt: this was a comic reference to one of Solomon's principal wives, the one from Moab. Childish? Yes. But in the days before printing we had limited opportunities for satire.

Her clarity gave her purpose and her purpose gave her clarity.

It's the same with spirit guises; show me a sweet little choirboy or a smiling mother and I'll show you the hideous fanged strigoi it really is. (Not always. Just sometimes. *Your* mother is absolutely fine, for instance. Probably.)

Zealots: Wild eyed persons afflicted with incurable certainty about the workings of the world, a certainty that can lead to violence when the world doesn't fit.

Me, I was still in the pygmy hippo in a skirt, singing lusty songs about Solomon's private life and a giant stone back and forth through the air as I climbed out of the quarry at the edge of the site.

Not bad in short, though the last one [understanding the language of animals], isn't half as useful as you might expect, since when all's said and done the language of the beasts tends to revolve around: a) the endless hunt for food, b) finding a warm bush to sleep in the evening, and c) the sporadic satisfication of certain glands. (Many would argue that the language of human kind boils down to this too)

In recent weeks it has come to my attention that many caravans have met with disaster; they have not gotten through." I grunted wisely. "Probably ran out of water. That's the thing about deserts. Dry." "Indeed. A fascinating analysis. But survivors reaching Hebron report differently: monsters fell upon them in the wastes." "What, fell upon them in a squashed-them kind of way?" "More the leaped-out-and-slew-them kind. (...)

Every scientist should, after all, regard it as his duty to tell the public, in a generally intelligible way, about what he is doing

Do not think that your magic ring will work if you are not yourself Solomon.

The Evasive Cartwheel ™ © etc., Bartimaeus of Uruk, circa. 2800 B.C.E. Often imitated, never surpassed. As famously memorialized in the New Kingdom tomb paintings of Ramses III— you can just see me in the background of The Dedication of the Royal Family before Ra, wheeling out of sight behind the pharaoh.

A man must be a Solomon before his magical ring will work

Fasting By Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi (1207 - 1273) English version by Coleman Barks There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music. If the brain and belly are burning clean with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire. The fog clears, and new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you. Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry. Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen. When you're full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should, an ugly metal statue in place of the Kaaba. When you fast, good habits gather like friends who want to help. Fasting is Solomon's ring. Don't give it to some illusion and lose your power, but even if you have, if you've lost all will and control, they come back when you fast, like soldiers appearing out of the ground, pennants flying above them. A table descends to your tents, Jesus' table. Expect to see it, when you fast, this table spread with other food, better than the broth of cabbages.

But man should abstain from judging his innocently cruel fellow creatures, for even if nature sometimes “shrieks against his creed”, what pain does he himself not inflict upon the living creatures that he hunts for pleasure and not for food?

Wenn man schon eines grässlichen Todes sterben muss, sollte man wenigstens einen stilvollen Abgang hinlegen.

Probing psychological analysis is one thing: namely impartial observation, liberally spiced with sarcasm and personal abuse — let’s face it, I’m good at all that — constructive suggestions, quite another.

Ich für meinen Teil denke während einer Verfolgungsjagd gern nach. Keiner stört einen, man ist allein und all die Problemchen werden bedeutungslos. Das wichtigste Thema heißt natürlich: "Wie bleibe ich am Leben?", aber auch andere Dinge sieht man in neuem Licht, was zu ganz neuen und manchmal überraschenden Erkenntnissen führt.

Devo tuttavia confessare che, nel mio sentimentalismo, sono profondamente commosso e ammirato di fronte a quel lupo che “non può” azzannare la gola dell’avversario, e ancor più di fronte all’altro animale, che conta proprio su questa sua reazione! Un animale che affida la propria vita alla correttezza cavalleresca di un altro animale! C’è proprio qualcosa da imparare anche per noi uomini! Io per lo meno ne ho tratto una nuova e più profonda comprensione di un meraviglioso detto del Vangelo che spesso viene frainteso, e che finora aveva suscitato in me solo una forte resistenza istintiva: «Se qualcuno ti dà uno schiaffo sulla guancia destra...». L’illuminazione mi è venuta da un lupo: non per ricevere un altro schiaffo devi offrire al nemico l’altra guancia, no, devi offrirgliela proprio per impedirgli di dartelo!

Peace and quiet. That’s one thing to be said for deserts. They give you a chance to get away from the everyday pressures of life. And when those everyday pressures consist of seven furious djinn and one apperplectic master magician, a few hindered thousand square miles of sand, rock, wind, and desolation is exactly what you need.

Indian Creek, in its whole length, flows through a magnificent forest. There dwells on its shore a tribe of Indians, a remnant of the Chickasaws or Chickopees, if I remember rightly. They live in simple huts, ten or twelve feet square, constructed of pine poles and covered with bark. They subsist principally on the flesh of the deer, the coon, and opossum, all of which are plenty in these woods. Sometimes they exchange venison for a little corn and whisky with the planters on the bayous. Their usual dress is buckskin breeches and calico hunting shirts of fantastic colors, buttoned from belt to chin. They wear brass rings on their wrists, and in their ears and noses. The dress of the squaws is very similar.

This emptiness you talk about,” I said, “I think you’re getting too worked up about it.

Yesterday afternoon? The one just gone?” “Well how many others are there? Yes, the yesterday just gone. Look at me! I’m wearing the same clothes.

If you think I suddenly trust you, Bartimeaus —“ “Oh, don’t trust me, whatever you do. Trust your summons. I’m charged to keep you safe at this point, aren’t I?

If you think I suddenly trust you, Bartimeaus —“ “Oh, don’t trust me, whatever you do. Trust your summons. I’m charged to keep you safe at this point, aren’t I?

Of course I can cope with it, I’m not an idiot.” “And yet in so many ways, you are.

But death, in the end, had not come. Bartimeaus had instead.

One other thing, Esmira,” Solomon said as they stepped through. “I’m not your master. If this should be the last hour of your life, try not to need one.

Zealots: wild-eyed persons afflicted with incurable certainty about the workings of the world – a certainty which can lead to violence when the world doesn’t fit.

Confidence. Ali won many of his fights before he even stepped into the ring,

Can you define ‘plan’ as a loose sequence of manifestly inadequate observations and conjectures held together by panic, indecision, and ignorance? If so, then it was a very good plan.

The calculated violence of a shark grew in her, and like every witch that ever rode a broom straight through the night to a ceremonial infanticide as thrilled by the black wind as by the rod between her legs; like every fed-up-to-the-teeth bride who worried about the consistency of the grits she threw at her husband as well as the potency of the lye she had stirred into them; and like every queen and every courtesan who was struck by the beauty of her emerald ring as she tipped its poison into the old red wine, Hagar was energized by the details of her mission.

In the almost film-like flitting-by of modern life, a man needs something to tell him, from time to time, that he is still himself, and nothing can give him this assurance in so comforting a manner as the “four feet trotting behind”.

There's hidden sweeteness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music. If the brain and the belly are burning clean with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire. The fog clears, and new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you. Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry. Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen. When you're full of food and drink, an ugly metal statue sits where your spirit should. When you fast, good habits gather like friends who want to help. Fasting is Solomon's ring. Don't give it to some illusion and lose your power, but even if you have, if you've lost all will and control, they come back when you fast, like soldiers appearing out of the ground, pennants flying above them. A table descends to your tents, Jesus' table. Expect to see it, when you fast, this table spread with other food, better than the broth of cabbages.

Puesto que el que contempla con sus ojos la belleza, no es ya tributario de la muerte, como dice Platen, sino de la Naturaleza, cuya belleza ha comprendido. Y si sus ojos sirven realmente para ver, llegará a ser, inexcusablemente, naturalista.

Since my first discussions of ecological problems with Professor John Day around 1950 and since reading Konrad Lorenz's “King Solomon's Ring,” I have become increasingly interested in the study of animals for what they might teach us about man, and the study of man as an animal. I have become increasingly disenchanted with what the thinkers of the so-called Age of Enlightenment tell us about the nature of man, and with what the formal religions and doctrinaire political theorists tell us about the same subject.

How old’s Bulkus, exactly? Thirty? Forty, tops? Well listen, I’ve got two-thousand years of accumulated wisdom here, and I get it wrong sometimes. For instance, I thought you had something to you when I met you in the gorge: intelligence, flexibility of mind — hah! How misinformed was I?

¡Cuán reconocido estaría a mi destino con tal de que en mi vida hubiese logrado abrir un solo sendero, que, varias generaciones después, siguiera siendo pisado por seres humanos, y cuánto más si dejara un algo que en un futuro lejano ayudara también a otros seres humanos, fueran quienes fuesen, a "elevarse un poco hacia las alturas"!

The truth was that an odd, fatalistic exhilaration had begun to seize hold of me. The sheer magnitude, the sheer dumb audacity of what I was now attempting was beginning to exert its own appeal. Okay, the certain-death part wasn't so hot, but given that I had no choice in the matter, I found I rather relished the challenge of my night's work.

Here’s a typical list: Song of Solomon (for Michael Jordan), Things Fall Apart (Bill Cartwright), Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (John Paxson), The Ways of White Folks (Scottie Pippen), Joshua: A Parable for Today (Horace Grant), Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind (B.J. Armstrong), Way of the Peaceful Warrior (Craig Hodges), On the Road (Will Perdue), and Beavis & Butt-Head: This Book Sucks (Stacey King). Some players read every

By his account, Faquarl’s first summoning was in Jericho, 3015 BC, approximately five years before my initial appearance in Ur. This “made him, allegedly, the ‘senior’ djinni in our partnership. However, since Faquarl also swore blind he’d invented hieroglyphs by ‘doodling with a stick in the Nile river-mud’ and claimed to have devised the abacus by impaling two dozen imps along the branches of an Asiatic cedar, I regarded all his stories with a certain scepticism.

There is a hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music comes. But if brain and belly are burning clean with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire. The fog clears and new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you. Be emptier, and cry like reed instruments cry. Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen. When you are full of food and drink, an ugly metal statue sits where your spirit should. When you fast, good habits gather like friends who want to help. Fasting is Solomon’s ring. Don’t give it to some illusion and lose your power, but even if you have, if you have lost all will and control, they come back when you fast, like soldiers appearing out of the ground, pennants flying above them. A table descends to your tents, Jesus’ table. Expect to see it when you fast, this table spread with other food, better than the broth of cabbages.

Have you ever seen The Lord of The Rings?” He nodded while taking a sip of his coffee. “Yes, I know. This ring reminds you of that movie, but unfortunately this is real. Anybody can look up The Seal of Solomon on the internet, and see for themselves the legend behind it. So it’s realistic to believe the possibility of its existence, where Tolkien’s story is pure fantasy, an excellent one, but not real.

As wise, old King Solomon of 4000 years ago said when talking about the actions of men to build themselves up, whether its wealth, power or prestige, “It’s all vanity.” It has a ring of truth about it.

There is no greater sin against the spirit of true art, no more contemptible dilettanism than to use artistic license as a specious cover for ignorance of fact.

Chi ha contemplato una volta con i propri occhi la bellezza della natura non è destinato alla morte come pensa Platen, bensì alla natura stessa, di cui ha intravisto le meraviglie.

Il principiante che non comprende ancora molto dell'animo del cane non non compri mai un cane con un lungo pedigree. Insomma, per dirla nel modo più brutale, le probabilità che il cane sia nervoso, pazzoide, psichicamente tarato, sono enormemente minori in un bastardo che in un discendente da otto antenati premiati.

Gli uccelli allevati in isolamento, che non hanno mai visto un loro simile, nella maggior parte dei casi non <> a quale specie appartengono, e perciò il loro istinto sociale e il loro desiderio sessuale si rivolgono verso le creature con le quali hanno trascorso determinate fasi evolutive particolarmente importanti: quindi, nella maggior parte dei casi, vero l'uomo.

As the twig is bent, so the tree is inclined”,

65. The Works of John Jewel, ed. J. Ayre (Cambridge, P.S., 1845–50), i, p. 23; ii, p. 991; J. Hall, A Poesie in Forme of a Vision (1563), sig. Biiii; Scot, Discoverie, XV.xxxi; Josten, Ashmole, pp. 85, 88. For Abel as the inventor of magic, L. Thorndike in Mélanges Auguste Pelzer (Louvain, 1947), p. 241. For Solomon, G. Naudé, The History of Magick, trans. J. Davies (1657), pp. 279–82, and G. R. Owst in Studies presented to Sir Hilary Jenkinson, p. 286; Thomas Cromwell was believed to have a Solomon's ring (L.P., v, p. 696). On the Book of Enoch, Thorndike, Magic and Science, i, chap. 13, and on Moses's rod, above, p. 280. For the Book of Daniel, C. du F. Ducange, Glossarium (1884–7), s.v., ‘somnialia’. 66. Kittredge, Witchcraft, pp. 197–8; C. H. Poole, The Customs,

There are several Jewish mystical manuscripts that attribute the construction of Solomon’s temple to demonic spirits. The most extensive of these is the Testament of Solomon dating from the15th century. This text, written in Greek, tells the legend of a magical ring of King Solomon and its power over the demons that aided the building of the Temple.[1114]

¡Cuán pobre e interiormente mutilado nos resulta un mono, un prosimio o un gran papagayo, acostumbrado a vivir en una jaula, y cómo contrasta con la increíble movilidad, diversión e interés del mismo animal cuando goza de absoluta libertad!

Pero no se comprende tan claramente cómo semejante ritualización es en el hombre fruto de la transmisión histórica de un pueblo, mientras que en el animal representa un desarrollo filogenético de formas de movimiento innatas y hereditarias.

Cuando uno presta atención a las reacciones del público que visita un parque zoológico, advierte el despilfarro de una piedad sentimental, en la conmiseración que despiertan animales que se encuentran perfectamente, mientras que casi nadie se da cuenta del verdadero sufrimiento, que también existe en la mayor parte de los jardines zoológicos.

Sólo hay un ser que dispone de armas que no han crecido con su cuerpo y de las cuales, por tanto, nada saben sus formas innatas de comportamiento; de aquí que no existan las consabidas y eficaces inhibiciones. Este ser es el hombre.

El cortejo de un ganso gris nos parece irresistiblemente cómico, porque los jóvenes de nuestra especie se comportan de manera muy parecida.

Острая конкуренция из‑за удобных мест гнездования порой приводит к тому, что очень сильная птица нападает на одну из самых слабых, нарушая границы её владений и безжалостно третируя собственника территории. Именно в таких случаях вступает в действие та самая «уип‑реакция», о которой я уже упоминал, Циканье оскорблённого домовладельца постепенно усиливается, меняет свою тональность и звучит теперь как «уип, уип». Если жена собственника участка не присутствовала при нападении агрессора, она немедленно является и, взъерошив оперение, присоединяется к супругу, чтобы во всем повторять его поступки. Если все это не оказывает должного воздействия на нарушителя спокойствия и он не исчезает немедленно, случается нечто невероятное. Со всех сторон, из всех закоулков, находящихся в пределах слышимости, появляются галки я несутся к атакованному гнезду. Все они громко выкрикивают своё «уип, уип», и наши зачинщики немедленно теряются в сплошной массе своих собратьев, которые в пароксизме ярости исполняют этот неистовый концерт – крещендо и фортиссимо всеобщего гама. Излив таким образом всё своё недовольство, птицы спустя некоторое время успокаиваются и оставляют место происшествия. Лишь собственник гнезда ещё некоторое время тихо цикает в дверях своего освобождённого жилища. Когда возникает подобный галочий митинг, этого уже достаточно, чтобы остановить драку хотя бы по той самой причине, что агрессор и сам принимает посильное участие в общей шумихе. Наблюдателю, который наделяет птиц человеческими качествами, может показаться, что хитрый захватчик отводит от себя подозрение тем, что вместе со всеми вопит: «Держи вора!». В действительности же он волей‑неволей вовлекается в общее настроение, кричит то же самое «уип, уип» и при этом даже не знает, что он сам и является причиной всей неурядицы. Вместе с другими галками агрессор поворачивается во все стороны, словно выискивая преступника, и делает это, как ни странно, абсолютно искренне.

I didn't think growing up should mean abandoning the things you loved.

More importantly, you can't live your life always on the offensive, or your fear will consume your joy until there is nothing left.

No rings,” Clary said, brushing her fingers across the back of his neck, where the skin was soft. “Just runes.” “One here,” he said, gently touching her arm, where the scar was, with a fingertip. “And another here.” He slid his fingertip up her arm, across her collarbone, and down until it rested over her racing heart. “The ritual is taken from the Song of Solomon. ‘Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.

When you’re full of food and drink, an ugly metal statue sits where your spirit should. When you fast, good habits gather like friends who want to help. Fasting is Solomon’s ring. Don’t give it to some illusion and lose your power, but even if you have, if you’ve lost all will and control, they come back when you fast, like soldiers appearing out of the ground, pennants flying above them.

Born on November 25, 1753, Robert was in many ways out of place in the Townsend family—as dark and lean as Solomon was blond and broad, and as shy and reserved as William (nicknamed the “flower of the family”) was gallant and flirtatious. His desire was not for adventure or prestige; of a much more bookish disposition than his father or brothers, he preferred to work quietly behind the scenes, managing the ledgers and accounts and inspecting incoming shipments—anything that kept him out of the limelight and the ribaldry that the other Townsend men shared with their sailors and clients. Not that Robert resented their quick wit and hearty laughter; in fact, he rather admired the spirit the rest of his family brought to life.

Each gem has its own radiance—the diamond is not like the ruby, nor the ruby like the emerald—but Christ is that ring in which you have sapphire, ruby, diamond, emerald set in choice order, so that each one heightens the other’s brilliance. Look not for anything lovely out of Jesus, for He has all the loveliness!

I said it before and I shall say it again: Coming to Africa was a bad idea!

No existe ningún buen biólogo, cuyos trabajos fueran coronados por el éxito, que no haya sido llevado hacia su profesión por aquel placer interior que deriva de contemplar las bellezas de las criaturas vivas, y que al mismo tiempo no sienta aumentar su placer en la Naturaleza y en el trabajo, a medida que se amplían sus conocimientos profesionales.