Tanning Inspirational Quotes

Idealisme adalah kemewahan terakhir yang hanya dimiliki oleh pemuda.

Hari yang indah selalu bisa membuat semua orang gembira, bukan?

Muchos años después, frente al pelotón de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendía había de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llevó a conocer el hielo. Macondo era entonces una aldea de 20 casas de barro y cañabrava construidas a la orilla de un río de aguas diáfanas que se precipitaban por un lecho de piedras pulidas, blancas y enormes como huevos prehistóricos. El mundo era tan reciente, que muchas cosas carecían de nombre, y para mencionarlas había que señalarlas con el dedo".

Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

I think now that fate is half shaped by expectation, half by inattention. But somehow, when you lose something you love, faith takes over. You have to pay attention to what you lost. You have to undo the expectation.

Hay pocas cosas tan ensordecedoras como el silencio

The one who wants to wear the crown, must bear its weight

El llanto es tan saludable como el sudor, y más poético. Hay que aplicarlo siempre que sea posible como la medicina antigua aplicaba la sangría.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway. Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I was no longer a child willing to drift with the ride - I would steer against the current if I had to. and if I won, by some miraculous stroke of luck, I would never be helpless again.

The wish of death had been palpably hanging over this otherwise idyllic paradise for a good many years. All business and politics is personal in the Philippines. If it wasn't for the cheap beer and lovely girls one of us would spend an hour in this dump. They [Jehovah's Witnesses] get some kind of frequent flyer points for each person who signs on. I'm not lazy. I'm just motivationally challenged. I'm not fat. I just have lots of stored energy. You don't get it do you? What people think of you matters more than the reality. Marilyn. Despite standing firm at the final hurdle Marilyn was always ready to run the race. After answering the question the woman bent down behind the stand out of sight of all, and crossed herself. It is amazing what you can learn in prison. Merely through casual conversation Rick had acquired the fundamentals of embezzlement, fraud and armed hold up. He wondered at the price of honesty in a grey world whose half tones changed faster than the weather. The banality of truth somehow always surprises the news media before they tart it up. You've ridden jeepneys in peak hour. Where else can you feel up a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl without even trying? [Ralph Winton on the Philippines finer points] Life has no bottom. No matter how bad things are or how far one has sunk things can always get worse. You could call the Oval Office an information rain shadow. In the Philippines, a whole layer of criminals exists who consider that it is their right to rob you unhindered. If you thwart their wicked desires, to their way of thinking you have stolen from them and are evil. There's honest and dishonest corruption in this country. Don't enjoy it too much for it's what we love that usually kills us. The good guys don't always win wars but the winners always make sure that they go down in history as the good guys. The Philippines is like a woman. You love her and hate her at the same time. I never believed in all my born days that ideas of truth and justice were only pretty words to brighten a much darker and more ubiquitous reality. The girl was experiencing the first flushes of love while Rick was at least feeling the methadone equivalent. Although selfishness and greed are more ephemeral than the real values of life their effects on the world often outlive their origins. Miriam's a meteor job. Somewhere out there in space there must be a meteor with her name on it. Tsismis or rumours grow in this land like tropical weeds. Surprises are so common here that nothing is surprising. A crooked leader who can lead is better than a crooked one who can't. Although I always followed the politics of Hitler I emulate the drinking habits of Churchill. It [Australia] is the country that does the least with the most. Rereading the brief lines that told the story in the manner of Fox News reporting the death of a leftist Rick's dark imagination took hold. Didn't your mother ever tell you never to trust a man who doesn't drink? She must have been around twenty years old, was tall for a Filipina and possessed long black hair framing her smooth olive face. This specter of loveliness walked with the assurance of the knowingly beautiful. Her crisp and starched white uniform dazzled in the late-afternoon light and highlighted the natural tan of her skin. Everything about her was in perfect order. In short, she was dressed up like a pox doctor’s clerk. Suddenly, she stopped, turned her head to one side and spat comprehensively into the street. The tiny putrescent puddle contrasted strongly with the studied aplomb of its all-too-recent owner, suggesting all manner of disease and decay.

No siempre los imbéciles salimos tan imbéciles como el imbécil que nos menosprecia.

Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

Be hated. One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself.

Menjadi pengurus rumahmu memberiku alasan untuk menjalani hidupku. Lalu perlahan-lahan aku sadar bahwa kau juga menjadi salah satu alasanku untuk bertahan hidup.

Why do I always listen to your insane plans? Why aren't we at home watching TV like everyone else? What possible difference will any of this make?

No pretendo ser el mejor. Únicamente quiero volar tan alto que nadie pueda alcanzarme. No para demostrar nada, sólo quiero llegar a donde se llega cuando entregas tu vida entera y todo lo que eres a una única cosa.

Finjamos que soy feliz, triste pensamiento, un rato; quizá podréis persuadirme aunque yo sé lo contrario: que pues sólo en la aprenhensión dicen que estriban los daños, si os imagináis dichoso no seréis tan desdichado. Sírvame el entendimiento alguna vez de descanso...

No existe en ninguna parte del mundo real nada tan bello como las fantasías que alberga quien ha perdido la cordura.

Our love would be solace, companionship, and the mending of wounds.

Writers by nature are subversive, observant, and discerning, and their voice contains that.

Quería tan sólo intentar vivir aquello que tendía a brotar espontáneamente de mí ¿Porqué había de serme tan difícil?

I open my arms wide and let the wind flow over me. I love the universe and the universe loves me. That’s the one-two punch right there, wanting to love and wanting to be loved. Everything else is pure idiocy—shiny fancy outfits, Geech-green Cadillacs, sixty-dollar haircuts, schlock radio, celebrity-rehab idiots, and most of all, the atomic vampires with their de-soul-inators, and flag-draped coffins. Goodbye to all that, I say. And goodbye to Mr. Asterhole and the Red Death of algebra and to the likes of Geech and Keeeevin. Goodbye to Mom’s rented tan and my sister’s chargecard boobs. Goodbye to Dad for the second and last time. Goodbye to black spells and jagged hangovers, divorces, and Fort Worth nightmares. To high school and Bob Lewis and once-upon-a-time Ricky. Goodbye to the future and the past and, most of all, to Aimee and Cassidy and all the other girls who came and went and came and went. Goodbye. Goodbye. I can’t feel you anymore. The night is almost too beautifully pure for my soul to contain. I walk with my arms spread open under the big fat moon. Heroic “weeds rise up from the cracks in the sidewalk, and the colored lights of the Hawaiian Breeze ignite the broken glass in the gutter. Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now

Unos quieren vivir eternamente y otros sueñan, y claman por morir ¿Qué los hace ser tan fuertes y frágiles al mismo tiempo?

Nada es tan desalentador como un esclavo satisfecho.

Being a dominatrix gave me the ultimate power: to sing without self-consciousness.

—Y hay más. Tan pronto no van a cortar tu planta de naranja-lima. Cuando la corten estarás lejos y no sentirás nada. Sollozando me abracé a sus rodillas. —Ya no me interesa, papá. No me interesa… Y mirando su rostro, que también se encontraba lleno de lágrimas, murmuré como un muerto: —Ya la cortaron, papá, hace más de una semana que cortaron mi planta de naranja-lima. Los años pasaron, mi querido Manuel Valadares. Hoy tengo cuarenta y ocho años y, a veces, en mi nostalgia, siento la impresión de que continúo siendo una criatura. Que en cualquier momento vas a aparecer trayéndome fotos de artistas de cine o más bolitas. Tú fuiste quien me enseñó la ternura de la vida, mi Portuga querido. Hoy soy yo el que tiene que distribuir las bolitas y las figuritas, porque la vida sin ternura no vale gran cosa. A veces soy feliz en mi ternura, a veces me engaño, lo que es más común. En aquel tiempo… En el tiempo de nuestro tiempo no sabía que muchos años antes un Príncipe Idiota, arrodillado frente a un altar, preguntaba a los iconos, con los ojos llenos de lágrimas: “¿POR QUÉ LES CUENTAN LAS COSAS A LAS CRIATURITAS?” Y la verdad es, mi querido Portuga, que a mí me contaron las cosas demasiado pronto. ¡Adiós!

There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.

Our children belong to God. We're only given them on loan from heaven. Sometimes God calls them home sooner tan we expected.

«No es que yo sea bueno, es que los demás son tan malos que la comparación se revela imposible.»

There are things I want which you know nothing of. I do have my own dreams.

La hipocresía es un vicio, pero no estoy tan convencido de que la franqueza sea siempre una virtud.

Nadie me ofende si me contradice: para una criatura como yo, de opiniones tan poco sólidas, y de sentimientos tan cambiantes, la discrepancia no tiene aquel sentido de agravio que asume para los firmes y para los dogmáticos, porque yo vivo en habitual discordancia conmigo mismo”.

Una persona sin sueños es alguien tan pequeño... Tan pequeño, tan inútil... Da pena ver a una persona que sólo tiene lo cotidiano, la realidad de lo cotidiano. Es como un árbol sin hojas. Hay que poner hojas en los árboles. Pegarles un montón de hojas para que se conviertan en árboles altos y hermosos. Y si por casualidad hay hojas que caen, se añaden otras. Más y más, sin desanimarse... Las almas respiran en el sueño. La grandeza del hombre se cuela en el sueño. Hoy ya no respiramos, nos ahogamos. Hemos suprimido los sueños, como hemos suprimido el alma y el Cielo...

El amor consiste en una empatía ilimitada, surgida de lo que el corazón nos revela, que el otro es tan real como nosotros. Y por eso el amor, según lo entiendo, siempre es concreto. Intentar amar a toda la humanidad puede ser una empresa loable, pero curiosamente se centra en uno mismo, en el bienestar moral y espiritual de uno mismo. Mientras que para amar a una persona concreta, e identificarse con sus esfuerzos y alegrías como si fueran propios, uno tiene que renunciar a una parte de sí.

Descubrí muchas cosas aquel verano, y no sólo un collar perdido. Descubrí que el Paraíso puede encontrarse en el tacto de una piel suave, que las caricias son más fuertes que los golpes, que los besos pueden hacerte volar; descubrí que había sentimientos insospechados en mi interior que se puede reír y llorar al mismo tiempo, que es tan excitante querer como ser querido; descubrí, en definitiva, algo tan simple y tan complejo, tan vulgar y tan extraordinario, tan dulce y tan amargo, como el amor.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper. Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy. I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

Have you ever wondered What happens to all the poems people write? The poems they never let anyone else read? Perhaps they are Too private and personal Perhaps they are just not good enough. Perhaps the prospect of such a heartfelt expression being seen as clumsy shallow silly pretentious saccharine unoriginal sentimental trite boring overwrought obscure stupid pointless or simply embarrassing is enough to give any aspiring poet good reason to hide their work from public view. forever. Naturally many poems are IMMEDIATELY DESTROYED. Burnt shredded flushed away Occasionally they are folded Into little squares And wedged under the corner of An unstable piece of furniture (So actually quite useful) Others are hidden behind a loose brick or drainpipe or sealed into the back of an old alarm clock or put between the pages of AN OBSCURE BOOK that is unlikely to ever be opened. someone might find them one day, BUT PROBABLY NOT The truth is that unread poetry Will almost always be just that. DOOMED to join a vast invisible river of waste that flows out of suburbia. well Almost always. On rare occasions, Some especially insistent pieces of writing will escape into a backyard or a laneway be blown along a roadside embankment and finally come to rest in a shopping center parking lot as so many things do It is here that something quite Remarkable takes place two or more pieces of poetry drift toward each other through a strange force of attraction unknown to science and ever so slowly cling together to form a tiny, shapeless ball. Left undisturbed, this ball gradually becomes larger and rounder as other free verses confessions secrets stray musings wishes and unsent love letters attach themselves one by one. Such a ball creeps through the streets Like a tumbleweed for months even years If it comes out only at night it has a good Chance of surviving traffic and children and through a slow rolling motion AVOIDS SNAILS (its number one predator) At a certain size, it instinctively shelters from bad weather, unnoticed but otherwise roams the streets searching for scraps of forgotten thought and feeling. Given time and luck the poetry ball becomes large HUGE ENORMOUS: A vast accumulation of papery bits That ultimately takes to the air, levitating by The sheer force of so much unspoken emotion. It floats gently above suburban rooftops when everybody is asleep inspiring lonely dogs to bark in the middle of the night. Sadly a big ball of paper no matter how large and buoyant, is still a fragile thing. Sooner or LATER it will be surprised by a sudden gust of wind Beaten by driving rain and REDUCED in a matter of minutes to a billion soggy shreds. One morning everyone will wake up to find a pulpy mess covering front lawns clogging up gutters and plastering car windscreens. Traffic will be delayed children delighted adults baffled unable to figure out where it all came from Stranger still Will be the Discovery that Every lump of Wet paper Contains various faded words pressed into accidental verse. Barely visible but undeniably present To each reader they will whisper something different something joyful something sad truthful absurd hilarious profound and perfect No one will be able to explain the Strange feeling of weightlessness or the private smile that remains Long after the street sweepers have come and gone.

... las fotografías no son reales. Carecen de contexto, tan solo dan la impresión de estar mostrando una instantánea de la vida, pero la vida no es una sucesión de instantáneas, sino que es fluida. Así que las fotos son fantasías.

El camino es el que hace las preguntas y el camino es el que da las respuestas, así que escúchalas siempre, porque somos tan solo parte de un escenario donde se sigue representando la misma obra pero con otros actores, esta vez nosotros…

You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much. That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste. If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself.

«El cuento trata de un rey sabio, generoso y humilde. Un día pide a su corte de filósofos que busquen una de las frases más sabias del mundo, una tan sabia que se pueda aplicar en cualquier situación de la vida para que te alegre cuando estás triste y te entristezca un poco cuando te sientas demasiado feliz. El rey se la quería grabar en su anillo. Después de cavilar la petición del rey durante tres días y tres noches, los sabios regresaron y le ofrecieron esta percepción tan profunda y exacta: Esto también pasará. El rey se la hizo grabar en su anillo.» Fuente: Lo que de verdad importa (Haim Shapira)

El estudio de la economía no parece exigir ningún don especializado de un orden excepcionalmente superior. ¿No es una disciplina muy fácil comparada con las ramas superiores de la filosofía o la ciencia pura?. Una disciplina fácil de la que muy pocos sobresalen. La paradoja tal vez tenga su explicación en que el economista experto debe poseer una rara combinación de dones. Debe ser en cierta medida matemático, historiador, estadista, filosofo. Debe comprender los símbolos y hablar en palabras. Debe contemplar lo particular desde la óptica de lo general y considerar en un mismo razonamiento lo abstracto y lo concreto. Debe estudiar el presente pensando en el futuro. Ningún aspecto de la naturaleza del hombre o de sus instituciones debe quedarse al margen de su consideración. Debe ser simultáneamente decidido y desinteresado; tan distante e incorruptible como un artista y, sin embargo a veces tan cerca del suelo como un político

After living in Smokey Hollow these three months my bearded face was darkened to a tan, and for more than a moment, I couldn't tell what color I was. Black is what I saw and what I expected to see. I grabbed a towel and rubbed to get a clear look. No, I was white. At least my skin was. I had been through so much with my family here, and all I had seen was black faces, that I forgot for a split second that I wasn't black too. For weeks after the flood in the bathroom, I remembered the morning I forgot my skin color.

Esas cosas horrorosas pueden sobrevivirse, porque somos tan indestructibles como queramos creerlo.

Vive como si ya estuvieras viviendo por segunda vez y como si la primera vez ya hubieras obrado tan desacertadamente como ahora estás a punto de obrar

Elias, I want you to know that I loved you. Despite your flaws. Despite your secrets.

En tiempos de pandemia, un buen cristiano es tan necesario como un buen médico.

Andamos por la vida con nuestras cicatrices, y a veces el dolor es tan real como el recuerdo.

No es que yo sea bueno, es que los demás son tan malos que la comparación se revela imposible.

... tenerte en la familia no supone ningún beneficio político. No eres de una casta tan baja que inspire admiración, ni tampoco tienes contactos...

I was no longer a child willing to drift with the tide-I would steer against the current if I had to.

We're all dying. Day by day; second by second. Every breath that we take drains the limited reserves we are all born with.

Este momento es tan bueno como cualquier momento de la eternidad

¡Vamos!, si te asustas tan pronto, ¿qué dejas para más tarde?

He opened his shirt and lowered his trousers. 'Bring the light over!' he ordered. I held the lamp close to the thin, tanned body. What with deep scars, bullet and sword marks, his body was like a collander. 'Now look at the other side!' He turned round and showed me his back. 'Not a scratch on the back, you see. Do you understand? Now take the lamp back.

En estos días, a menudo siento que me fastidia que mi serie infinita sea tan breve. Quiero más números de los que seguramente obtendré, y quiero más números para Augustus de los que obtuvo. Pero, Gus, amor mío, no puedo expresar lo mucho que agradezco nuestro pequeño infinito. No lo cambiaría por el mundo entero. Me has dado una eternidad en estos días contados, y te doy las gracias

The universe unfurled in such unpredictable ways. We all moved in a constant celestial dance. The song ends and the music and our partner may change, but in order to survive we must continue dancing.

Los caballos de mi sueño, que caían y volvían a levantarse me vinieron a la mente, porque me he caído y vuelto a levantar muchas veces en la vida, pero ninguna caída fue tan dura como la de tu muerte.

Amigo mío, dado el abismo que separa todas tus experiencias de todas las mías, lo más cerca que te puedo situar de ese sabor tan único es decirte que los libros, así, por término medio, saben a lo mismo que huele el café

El intelecto, lejos de ser un valor cultural inofensivo, me había sido otorgado únicamente como un arma, un medio de supervivencia. Así, las disciplinas físicas que más adelante serían tan necesarias para mi supervivencia se podían comparar en cierto sentido al modo en que una persona para quien el cuerpo ha sido el único medio de vida se embarca en un frenético intento de adquirir una educación intelectual cuando su juventud está en el lecho de muerte.

You know what makes a person a fighter? It's not the amount of punches he can throw, or how long he can last in a ring. It's when he shows real courage and strength to overcome his battle wounds and scars. You have scars, killer. Own up to them.

No se necesita nada especial para luchar contra el mundo, y todas las cosas que quieren enclaustrarte, oprimirte, limitarte prosperar. Solo tienes que saber que es lo que quieres lograr. Tienes que saber con quien quieres estar y a que renunciarás para conseguirlo. Tienes que permitirte a ti mismo querer lo que quieres tan fuerte como puedas, tan profundo como llegue; incluso si te asusta por completo. Incluso si lo que quieres y necesitas no tiene fondo, no tiene tiempo, y tu miedo es tan grande que es difícil respirar a su alrededor.

[Karen Lundegaard] was quite frail, debilitated by metastatic breast cancer, which she had long known she had but for which she had been unable to get adequate treatment because she lacked medical insurance. ("If you mention anything about me," she said, "tell people that.")

Porque una cicatriz significa que has sobrevivido. Significa que eres dura y que no es tan fácil matarte. Significa que "has vivido". Una cicatriz es algo que hay que admirar. [...] -Se equivoca. Solo quiere decir que estás rota. [...] -Pero a veces, si trabajas muy duro, puedes reparar una rotura y cerrarla con más fuerza que nunca.

Those who saw the true beauty, complexity and the very nature of Nature are [all] incapable of using their intelligence for conciously evil acts, furthermore, the eyes will see violence buried underneath millions of other viable solutions. Rational good radiates, and inspires more rational good. As each ray of the sun harmless [but] in great numbers.

Lo que quiero conseguir del curso en la universidad es algún conocimiento sobre la mejor manera de vivir la vida y sacarle el máximo y mejor provecho. Quiero aprender para entender y ayudar a otra gente y a mí misma. (...) Ese es el fin que debe tener la universidad, en lugar de producir un montón de licenciados y graduados, tan atragantados de libros y vanidad que no les queda sitio para otra cosa.

Bryce looked like a California underwear model. Not that I’d thought about him in his underwear. Much. He was talking with his friend Nathan. Where Bryce had the whole tan, blond, hazel-eyed thing going on, Nathan was fair with dark hair and dark eyes. They looked like opposite sides of the same coin. A really hot, totally unreachable coin that a collector would keep in a special locked case, which normal girls like myself were not allowed to touch.

Desde el momento en que nacemos, todos nosotros...somos libres. Rechazar eso, incluso si no eres lo suficientemente fuerte, no es algo que piense hacer. Incluso la brillante agua, o las vastas tierras de hielo...todo está bien. Para poder ver lo que sigue más adelante. Está en mis manos ser libre. Lucha. Una vida utilizada para eso es algo de lo que no me arrepentiré. No importa cómo de terrorífico pueda ser el mundo, eso es algo que no me importa. No importa que tan cruel sea el mundo, es algo que no me preocupa. ¡Lucha!, ¡¡Lucha!!, ¡¡LUCHA!!

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper. Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy. I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy. I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

Verence no tuvo miedo (...) Eso se debía en parte a que no tenía imaginación, y en gran medida a que era uno de esos escasos individuos centrados en el momento. La mayoría de la gente no lo es. Viven sus vidas como una especie de borrón en torno al punto donde se encuentra su cuerpo, anticipándose al futuro o aferrándose al pasado. Suelen estar tan preocupados con lo que les sucederá que solo averiguan lo que les sucede cuando ya ha sucedido. Así son la mayor parte de las personas. Aprenden a tener miedo porque no saben lo que va a suceder. Y ya les está sucediendo. Pero Verence había vivido siempre el presente. Al menos hasta ahora, claro.

The gnarled pine, I would have said, touch it. This is China. Horticulturalists around the world have come to study it. Yet no one has ever been able to explain why it grows like a corkscrew, just as no one can adequately explain China. But like that tree, there it is, old, resilient, and oddly magnificent. Within that tree are the elements in nature that have inspired Chinese artists for centuries: gesture over geometry, subtlety over symmetry, constant flow over static form. And the temples, walk and touch them. This is China. Don't merely stare at these murals and statues. Fly up to the crossbeams, get down on your hands and knees, and press your head to the floor tiles. Hide behind that pillar and come eye to eye with its flecks of paint. Imagine that you are the interior decorator who is a thousand years in age. Start with a bit of Tibetan Buddhism, plus a dash each of animism and Taoism. A hodgepodge, you say? No, what is in those temples is an amalgam that is pure Chinese, a lovely shabby elegance, a glorious new motley that makes China infinitely intriguing. Nothing is ever completely thrown away and replaced. If one period of influence falls out of favor, it is patched over. The old views still exist, one chipped layer beneath, ready to pop through with the slightest abrasion. That is the Chinese aesthetic and also its spirit. Those are the traces that have affected all who have traveled along China's roads.

No comparto tu opinión, amigo mío. Lo que hasta hoy he aprendido de los samanas, Govinda, hubiera podido aprenderlo con mayor facilidad y rapidez en cualquier taberna de un barrio de prostitutas, o entre arrieros y jugadores. - ¿Qué es el ensimismamiento? ¿Qué significa abandonar el cuerpo? ¿Qué es el ayuno? ¿Para qué se contiene la respiración? Tan sólo para huir del Yo. Para escapar brevemente al dolor de ser un Yo: Para insensibilizarse por breves instantes contra el dolor y lo absurdo de la vida. Pues esa misma huida, esa misma insensibilización pasajera la encuentra el boyero cuando, en el albergue, se bebe unas cuantas copas de aguardiente de arroz o leche de coco fermentada. Porque luego deja de sentir su Yo y los dolores de la vida, insensibilizándose por breves instantes.

I can smell the shrimp broth and garlic! Mmm! It's so good! It's light yet has a deep, full-bodied flavor!" "Whoa! I've been eating all day, but this goes right down!" " Mm! This is the perfect finisher for the day!" "And the topping is the bun's pork filling!" "Yep! Listening to customer requests last night gave me the inspiration to try this out." "Thanks to these noodles, we sold a whole lot more today than yesterday." "Using bun dough to make noodles... how interesting! And to come up with it on the spot too..." "Nah, I didn't really. See, Taiwan already has a noodle dish a lot like it." "...? Dan Zai Noodles!" DAN ZAI NOODLES Originating in Southern Taiwan, it is also known as Tan-tsu noodles or slack season noodles. The broth is generally light and clear, made from seafood stocks like bonito or shrimp. Then oil noodles are added and topped with items like ground pork, green onions, bean sprouts and shrimp. Served in small snack-sized portions, it was created with the idea of being a tasty snack that could be eaten over and over.

I had to warn followers repeatedly against these German folklore-ish wandering scholars who never accomplished anything positive or practical, except to cultivate their own overflowing self-conceit. A new movement must guard itself against an influx of people whose only recommendation is their own declaration... It's typical of such people that they rant about ancient Teutonic heroes of the dim and distant ages, stone axes, battle spears, and shields; whereas in reality they themselves are the biggest cowards imaginable. Those very same people who brandish Teutonic tin swords and wear tanned bearskins, with ox horns mounted over their bearded faces... scatter when the first communist cudgel appears. Posterity will have little occasion to write a new epic about their heroic existence...And yet these comedians are extremely proud of themselves. Notwithstanding their proven incompetence, they pretend to know everything better than other people-so much so that they become a real plague to all sincere and honest patriots, to whom not only the heroism of the past is worthy of honor, but who also feel bound to leave examples of their own work for the inspiration of posterity.

Tito looked eagerly toward the dark crest of the mountain, behind which the sky pulsed in the morning light. Now a fragment of the rocky ridge flashed violently like a glowing metal beginning to melt. The crest blurred and seemed suddenly lower, as if it were melting down, and from the fiery gap the dazzling sun appeared. Simultaneously, the ground, the house, and their shore of the lake were illuminated, and the two, standing in the strong radiance, instantly felt the delightful warmth of this light. The boy, filled with the solemn beauty of the moment and the glorious sensation of his youth and strength, stretched his limbs with rhythmic arm movements, which his whole body soon took up, celebrating the break of day in an enthusiastic dance and expressing his deep oneness with the surging, radiant elements. His steps flew in joyous homage toward the victorious sun and reverently retreated from it; his outspread arms embraced mountain, lake, and sky; kneeling, he seemed to pay tribute to the earth mother, and extending his hands, to the waters of the lake; he offered himself, his youth, his freedom, his burning sense of is own life, like a festive sacrifice to the powers. The sunlight gleamed on his tanned shoulders; his eyes were half-closed to the dazzle; his young face stared masklike with an expression of inspired, almost fanatical gravity.

[Tus "sueños" no son más que las cadenas etéreas que te condicionan. Deja a un lado la fantasía engañosa de la esperanza y abre tu conciencia: estás aquí, en la Noche del Érebo, tan perdida y rota como todos los demás...]

Tus "sueños" no son más que las cadenas etéreas que te condicionan. Deja a un lado la fantasía engañosa de la esperanza y abre tu conciencia: estás aquí, en la Noche del Érebo, tan perdida y rota como todos los demás...

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.

El dolor no se crea ni se destruye, tan sólo se incrementa.

Recuerde que en esta vida las cosas no son tan bonitas como parecen a primera vista.

El hecho de evitar el dinero es tan psicótico como ser adicto a el.

Who is as free as a writer? Nadie es tan libre como un escritor . . . No one is as free as a writer!

No es que no les interesara el mundo que los rodeaba. Al contrario, tenían una implicación profunda, personal y apasionada en el mismo, pero en lugar de preguntarse: “¿Por qué estamos aquí?”, se preguntaban “¿Va llover antes de la cosecha?”. Tal vez un filósofo habría deplorado aquella falta de ambición mental, pero tan solo si estuviera realmente seguro de dónde procedía su próxima comida.

When you are in control of your inner world, then you are in control of your outer world.

Si de veras quieres a alguien, hazlo de corazón. Tan simple y bello, ¡amor ajeno!, que actúes como de crío. Después creces, y adquieres constancia de los pliegues del cuerpo, de los turbios deseos, de los sueños con su eco y tenebrosa factura, de la duda desnuda y uniforme que no auxilia o del amor no resuelto con un perdón a media asta.

Untuk setiap kata "Tidak" yang kita ucapkan, sesungguhnya kita sedang berkata "Ya" untuk hal yang lain.

Hidup bukan sekadar sebuah pilihan, melainkan memilih. Pilihan selalu tersedia, tetapi jikka kita tidak mau memilih, kita tidak akan memiliki apa-apa dalam hidup ini.

Ai cũng nói cuộc đời là méo mó Người vì tình ôm bầu sân bận Người vì tiền oán thán nhân gian Người vì danh tan trong ảo ảnh Nhưng chẳng ai tự hỏi lòng mình tròn chưa nhỉ Hay cõi lòng vốn đầy góc khuyết tan hoang? Chưa tự hiểu mình sao hiểu được thiên ha? Chưa tự yêu mình sao chạm được tha nhân?

La conversación es un arte y requiere un aprendizaje. Creo que no es algo tan neutro que se aprenda con sólo seguir una reglas.

El secreto de triunfar en una red social es no ser tan social en la vida real

hipster fashion of the moment. And he wore an earring, as if to say, “I have a position, but I’m not a conformist.” The men in the audience were slumped in their seats, legs crossed, arms condescendingly folded over their chests. Laura was taking notes, accompanying every word by nodding her head of thick, curly hair. What was his trick? His face revealed few expressions; from time to time he smiled briefly, the only movement on his tanned face. Still, those smiles lit it up, and this was probably not planned. Or maybe it was, because at regular intervals he would imperceptibly lean toward the audience, and the middle-aged women with Botoxed lips clung to their seats. He talked about a recent trip in a Ford Fiesta. “We’d meet at the bar in the piazza, Giovanni and Gabriele and I, and hold impromptu discussions inspired by Malvasia.” He gave us time to marvel over the fact that he did not have an Audi. “Giovanni Ascolti and Gabriele Galli, the founders of the publishing house Marea,” Laura whispered in my ear. “Oh.” Silence floated through the room when he closed his mouth. The seconds hung suspended between us and him, in midair, as if surprised to be there. But then Vittorio took off his glasses, smiled, said, “Thank you,” and time obeyed that smile and began to flow again. The audience applauded, and the seconds too returned to their place, in the ticking of the clocks. Well

Daniel and the Pelican As I drove home from work one afternoon, the cars ahead of me were swerving to miss something not often seen in the middle of a six-lane highway: a great big pelican. After an eighteen-wheeler nearly ran him over, it was clear the pelican wasn’t planning to move any time soon. And if he didn’t, the remainder of his life could be clocked with an egg timer. I parked my car and slowly approached him. The bird wasn’t the least bit afraid of me, and the drivers who honked their horns and yelled at us as they sped by didn’t impress him either. Stomping my feet, I waved my arms and shouted to get him into the lake next to the road, all the while trying to direct traffic. “C’mon beat it, Big Guy, before you get hurt!” After a brief pause, he cooperatively waddled to the curb and slid down to the water’s edge. Problem solved. Or so I thought. The minute I walked away he was back on the road, resulting in another round of honking, squealing tires and smoking brakes. So I tried again. “Shoo, for crying out loud!” The bird blinked, first one eye then the other, and with a little sigh placated me by returning to the lake. Of course when I started for my car it was instant replay. After two more unsuccessful attempts, I was at my wits’ end. Cell phones were practically non-existent back then, and the nearest pay phone was about a mile away. I wasn’t about to abandon the hapless creature and run for help. He probably wouldn’t be alive when I returned. So there we stood, on the curb, like a couple of folks waiting at a bus stop. While he nonchalantly preened his feathers, I prayed for a miracle. Suddenly a shiny red pickup truck pulled up, and a man hopped out. “Would you like a hand?” I’m seldom at a loss for words, but one look at the very tall newcomer rendered me tongue-tied and unable to do anything but nod. He was the most striking man I’d ever seen--smoky black hair, muscular with tanned skin, and a tender smile flanked by dimples deep enough to drill for oil. His eyes were hypnotic, crystal clear and Caribbean blue. He was almost too beautiful to be real. The embroidered name on his denim work shirt said “Daniel.” “I’m on my way out to the Seabird Sanctuary, and I’d be glad to take him with me. I have a big cage in the back of my truck,” the man offered. Oh my goodness. “Do you volunteer at the Sanctuary?” I croaked, struggling to regain my powers of speech. “Yes, every now and then.” In my wildest dreams, I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect solution to my dilemma. The bird was going to be saved by a knowledgeable expert with movie star looks, who happened to have a pelican-sized cage with him and was on his way to the Seabird Sanctuary.

Daniel and the Pelican So there we stood, on the curb, like a couple of folks waiting at a bus stop. While he nonchalantly preened his feathers, I prayed for a miracle. Suddenly a shiny red pickup truck pulled up, and a man hopped out. “Would you like a hand?” I’m seldom at a loss for words, but one look at the very tall newcomer rendered me tongue-tied and unable to do anything but nod. He was the most striking man I’d ever seen--smoky black hair, muscular with tanned skin, and a tender smile flanked by dimples deep enough to drill for oil. His eyes were hypnotic, crystal clear and Caribbean blue. He was almost too beautiful to be real. The embroidered name on his denim work shirt said “Daniel.” “I’m on my way out to the Seabird Sanctuary, and I’d be glad to take him with me. I have a big cage in the back of my truck,” the man offered. Oh my goodness. “Do you volunteer at the Sanctuary?” I croaked, struggling to regain my powers of speech. “Yes, every now and then.” In my wildest dreams, I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect solution to my dilemma. The bird was going to be saved by a knowledgeable expert with movie star looks, who happened to have a pelican-sized cage with him and was on his way to the Seabird Sanctuary. As I watched Daniel prepare for his passenger, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere. “Have we ever met before?” I asked. “No I don’t think so,” was his reply, smiling again with warmth that would melt glaciers. I held my breath as the man crept toward the pelican. Their eyes met, and the bird meekly allowed Daniel to drape a towel over his face and place him in the cage. There was no struggle, no flapping wings and not one peep of protest--just calm. “Yes!” I shrieked with excitement when the door was latched. What had seemed a no-win situation was no longer hopeless. The pelican was finally safe. Before they drove away, I thanked my fellow rescuer for his help. “It was my pleasure, Michelle.” And he was gone. Wait a minute. How did he know my name? We didn’t introduce ourselves. I only knew his name because of his shirt. Later when I called the Sanctuary to check on the pelican, I asked if I might speak with Daniel. No one had ever heard of him.

Inspired by the works of Homer—and armed with a vase decoration technique that allowed the clay’s natural color to shine through to represent the tanned bodies of gods and warriors in more realistic colors—Euphronios and his cohorts established history’s earliest known “school” of art. They worked together in a part of Athens called the Kerameikos—a name taken from the word keramos, or clay, from which our “ceramic” is derived. Euphronios and his coterie of painters are known today as the Pioneers for the mark they made by popularizing the red-figure style.

En la vida de toda persona hay un momento crucial, decisivo. Un momento tan fundamental, tan fuerte y nítido que uno se siente como si le hubieran golpeado el pecho, dejándolo sin aliento. Y sabe, sabe con la más absoluta certeza, sin la menor sombra de duda, que su vida nunca volverá a ser igual.

La felicidad es una semilla de diente de león flotando en el aire que no puedo alcanzar. Sin importar cuánto lo intente, sin importar que tan rápido corra, simplemente no puedo alcanzarla. Incluso cuando pienso que la atrape, abro la mano y está vacía.

Mis tíos y tías, los siete enanos, estaban tan apegados entre sí, que parecían una criatura mitológica con un cuerpo y siete cabezas', comenta el sobrino de Perla, Shimshon Ovitz, quien fue bautizado asi en honor de su abuelo

Sólo se vive una vez. Así que vive. No existas. Es mejor ser que tener. Y si tienes, compártelo con aquellos que no fueron tan afortunados como tú. Es tan simple ser feliz. El secreto está en mantener esa simpleza a través de toda una vida. Busca el verdadero propósito de tu vida. Si yo pude lograrlo, cualquiera lo puede hacer. Nunca dejes que tus miedos se interpongan a tus sueños. ¡Nunca! Un soñador.