Sothis Quotes

The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body. So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and music enjoyed.

So...this is the dark dungeon where the very angry Tristan sleeps?" "No. This is the dark dungeon where the very dangerous Tristan keeps himself away from the very carless young woman." Clearly, he was in no mood for small talk.

You know that apple Adam ate in the Garden of Eden, referred to in the Bible?' he asked. 'You know what was in that apple? Logic. Logic and intellectual stuff. That was all that was in it. So—this is my point—what you have to do is vomit it up if you want to see things as they really are....' The trouble is,' Teddy said, 'most people don't want to see things the way they are. They don't even want to stop getting born and dying all the time, instead of stopping and staying with God, where it's really nice.' He reflected. 'I never saw such a bunch of apple-eaters,' he said. He shook his head.

You know that apple Adam ate in the Garden of Eden, referred to in the Bible?’ he asked. ‘You know what was in that apple? Logic. Logic and intellectual stuff. That was all that was in it. So—this is my point—what you have to do is vomit it up if you want to see things as they really are.

How funny, Sothy thinks, that decades after the camps, she lives here in Central California, as a business owner, with her American-born Cambodian daughters who have grown healthy and stubborn, and still, in this new life she has created, her hands have aged into her mother’s.

I have a grandfather. I have a king for a grandfather. A king fish. I clear my throat. “So…This isn’t just about my mom’s identity. This is Jagen making his move to take over the kingdoms? And…you think he’s getting away with it?” “Yes. Exactly.” “But I don’t understand. What could I do to stop him? I’m just a Half-Breed.” “You can come with me and show them that you have the true Gift of Poseidon. That Nalia is your mother. It will prove her identity, that the Royals aren’t lying, and that they haven’t strayed.” “Won’t it technically prove that they have strayed? I mean, you know how babies are born right? That means my mom and my dad-“ “I know how it works. And, uh, I don’t want to talk about it with you. And I’m pretty sure Galen doesn’t want me to, either.

I prefer the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s more bare, more hollow. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so—this has always been my dream—so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while the children sleep.

من المعروف أن أهم حدث في الحياة المصرية هو الفيضان السنوي للنيل، إذ يتوقف عليه رخاء الفلاح أو ضنكه (في الفيضان المنخفض). واتفق ذلك الحدث تماما (أو تقريبا لأن انتظامه لم يكن دائما) مع شروق الشعرى اليمانية Sothis، وهي أكثر النجوم تألقا في السماء.

• Take a deep breath, sit quietly, and feel the sensation in your body. • Feel the sensation without judgment. Just be with it. • Let any feelings, thoughts, or energies that want to come up do so—this often means listening to the voice of anxiety, anger, fear, or woundedness. Let the voices say what they want to say. Listen and understand what is going on. • Watch the energy disperse as much as it can. Don’t demand complete discharge. Take the attitude that your body will let go of as much stored energy as it is able to. • After a few hours or the next day, repeat this whole process.

If it were that simple...to change yourself completely...no one would suffer. But even so...this is hope. Even if it was just a tiny bit...I definitely felt it.

It surprised him how badly he didn’t want anyone else in Hero’s room. Even her family. She’d clung to him so ferociously, and he wasn’t ready to give that up. So—this was new and dangerous emotional territory.

So … this is what, the Eternity Springs version of Lover’s Lane? Guys get together and talk about scoring next to the giant penis?

If you want information,” he said in his low tones, “I am willing to take up my old connections and provide it. You need write to no one or speak to no one. It’s common enough for people to summon their own artisans for special projects.” He patted his satchel. “You are wealthy enough to enable me to sustain the cover.” “You mean I should order some jewelry made?” He nodded. “If you please, my lady.” “Of course--that’s easy enough. But to backtrack a bit, what you said about spies on both sides worries me. What if the Renselaeuses find out you’re here? Will they assume I’m plotting?” “I have taken great care to avoid their coverts,” he said. “The two who met me face-to-face last year are not in Athanarel. And none of the family has actually seen me.” Once again I sighed with relief. Then an even more unwelcome thought occurred. “If my movements are known, then other things have been noticed,” I said slowly. “Are there any I ought to know about?” He gave his nod. “It is known, among those who observe, that you do not attend any private social functions that are also attended by the Marquis of Shevraeth.” So much for my promise, I thought dismally. Yet Shevraeth hadn’t said anything. “So…this might be why Flauvic granted me that interview?” “Possibly,” he said. “I take it servants talk.” “Some,” he agreed. “Others don’t.” “I suppose the Merindar ones don’t.” He smiled. “They are very carefully selected and trained, exceedingly well paid--and if they displease, they have a habit of disappearing.” “You mean they’re found dead, and no one does anything?” He shook his head, his mouth now grim. “No. They disappear.” I shuddered. “So whatever I find out must be by observation and indirection.” “Well, if you can evaluate both sides without endangering yourself,” I said, deciding suddenly, “then go ahead. The more I think about it, the less I like being ignorant. If something happens that might require us to act, you can help me choose the correct thing to do and the way to do it.” He bowed. “Nothing would please me more, my lady,” he promised. “Good,” I said, rising to fetch my letter from the Marquise. “Here’s her letter. Read it--and as far as I care, destroy it.” I handed it to him, relieved to have it gone. “So, what’s in your bag? I will want something special,” I said, and grinned. “For someone special.

That’s true, but…it shows that you have a strength.” “…I…do?” What did she mean? “You did it in home ec, too. Apparently, you’re good at saying what’s on your mind.” “Uh, saying what’s on my mind? Isn’t everyone good at that? I mean, all you have to do is say it.” Hinami wagged her finger. “Not quite. There are more people who can’t do it than can.” “Huh?” “For example, Mimimi. Her strength is her flexibility. Do you think she’s good at saying what she’s thinking?” “…Oh, I see. You mean she’s good at agreeing with the people around her.” “Right,” Hinami said, nodding. “What about Hanabi? She’s probably good at it, right? At speaking her mind, I mean.” “…Yeah, probably.” “Are there a lot of people like her? Or not so many?” Uh…not many. Fine, you got me. “So…this is a rare skill I have?” “Yup. In a sense, this is your weapon, your strong point, your killer technique. And fighting on the field where you’re strongest is the foundation of gaming, right?” “Um, yeah.” “Okay. So if you get in trouble, you can fall back on this skill. Remember that.

YHWH is The Mistress of Dendera: Hathor/Sothis.

There is no such thing a boring content. In the hands of a great teacher...even if as teachers we doubt that we can make it so...this doubt puts us at risk of undercutting it: watering it down or apologizing for teaching it.

So…this Samuel guy…why’s he back in town?” Tara interrupted her mom’s giddy monologue. “Well, Nettie told me he’s come back to help her and Don get things in order.” Louise responded. “They don’t really have anybody else, ya know, and they’re gettin’ on in years. Tabrina and her husband are no help - those two together are about as smart as a box of rocks.” “Louise!” I scolded “Oh okay, Josie. I am bein’ kinda harsh.” She amended with “Tabrina and her husband are about as smart as a box of frogs.” She smirked at me over her right shoulder before she continued

En el mito, tal y como lo cuenta Plutarco, Osiris es un dios sufriente, pasivo, una fuerza dormida que debe despertar. Se nos habla de la realidad invisible que subyace a las obras de la naturaleza y de cómo profundizar en esos lazos. Osiris resucita en el cuarto creciente lunar y con el sol naciente, cuando el Nilo se desborda y brota el trigo, mientras que muere cuando las aguas se retiran, en el cuarto menguante y con el sol poniente. Osiris es la potencia creadora de la vida; Seth, la necesaria muerte y destrucción que hace que los ciclos se cumplan. El mito de Osiris es de carácter lunar: la vida, la muerte y la resurrección siguen el patrón de renovación de la Luna. Isis, hermana y esposa, es también la madre de Osiris, pues lo devuelve a la vida. Él vence a la muerte gracias al amor de Isis. Esta se manifiesta en la estrella más brillante, Sirio (Sothis para los egipcios), cuyo orto sobre el horizonte oriental anuncia la crecida del Nilo.