Temerity Quotes

My world was ordered, calm, and controlled, then you came into my life with your smart mouth, your innocence, your beauty, and your quiet temerity ...and everything before you was just dull, empty, mediocre ...it was nothing.

Anyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of [two] facts: first, that of all great writers she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness; second, that there are twenty-five elderly gentlemen living in the neighbourhood of London who resent any slight upon her genius as if it were an insult to the chastity of their aunts.

Y recuerda, hay tres cosas que todo hombre sabio debe temer: la tormenta en el mar, las noches sin luna y la ira de un hombre amable.

I have spent your life trying to make you regret that you weren’t dead, all because—I regretted I wasn’t! I ate you alive, and you have the temerity to tell me that you’re sorry?

Just remember you have to bear my choice with the same grace and even tempered temerity I’ve shown with yours. (Shahara) Good. I get to whine and bitch. Can’t wait. (Syn)

But when they made love he was offended by her eyes. They behaved as though they belonged to someone else. Someone watching. Looking out of the window at the sea. At a boat in the river. Or a passerby in the mist in a hat. He was exasperated because he didn't know what that look meant. He put it somewhere between indifference and despair. He didn’t know that in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough. That something happened when personal turmoil dropped by at the wayside shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil of a nation. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening. So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people’s eyes and became an exasperating expression.

It is never easier to understand the mind of a bomb-wielding anarchist than when standing amid a crush of those ladies and gentlemen who have the money and temerity to style themselves "New York Society.

Quando se dorme no chão, não se precisa temer cair da cama.

Generalmente, el miedo proviene de la ignorancia. Una vez que supe cuál era el problema, este pasó a ser solo un problema y no algo que temer.

While the hardware of civilization - iron pots, blankets, guns - was welcomed by Native people, the software of Protestantism and Catholicism - original sin, universal damnation, atonement, and subligation - was not, and Europeans were perplexed, offended, and incensed that Native peoples had the temerity to take their goods and return their gods.

Unless the perfidious wolves have the temerity to disobey the High King's plans, we should meet Shalhassan's forces by the Latham in mid-wood with the wolves between us. If they aren't,' Diarmuid concluded, 'we blame anyone and everything except the plan.

Understand that when the beast within you succeeds again in paralyzing into unending incompletion whatever you again had the temerity to try to make its triumph is made sweeter by confirmation of its rectitude. It knows that it alone knows you.

No espero nada. Esto no es horrible. Después de resolverlo, he ganado tranquilidad. Pero esa mujer me ha dado una esperanza. Debo temer las esperanzas. Tal vez toda esa higiene de no esperar sea un poco ridícula. No esperar de la vida, para no arriesgarla; darse por muerto, para no morir. Ya no estoy muerto: estoy enamorado.

You apologise to me?” she bellowed. “You apologise to me now? You say that you’re sorry when I have spent my life destroying you? You are my whipping girl! I hurt you because it was a relief! I exist because my parents killed everyone and relegated you to a life of abject misery, and they would have killed you too and not given it a second’s goddamned thought! I have spent your life trying to make you regret that you weren’t dead, all because—I regretted I wasn’t! I ate you alive, and you have the temerity to tell me that you’re sorry?” There were flecks of spittle on Harrowhark’s lips. She was retching for air. “I have tried to dismantle you, Gideon Nav! The Ninth House poisoned you, we trod you underfoot—I took you to this killing field as my slave—you refuse to die, and you pity me! Strike me down. You’ve won. I’ve lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.

I was always amused by the prayers of the saintly. “God do this, God don’t do that.” I thought God probably laughed at them too, unless He was a little annoyed by their temerity.

Four times I was honked at for having the temerity to proceed through town without the benefit of metal.

Si no tiene nada que temer, un cobarde no se distingue en nada de un valiente. Y todos cumplimos con nuestro deber cuando no nos cuesta nada.

Aunque mi alma permanezca en la oscuridad, se elevará en la luz perfecta; he amado demasiado a las estrellas para temer a la noche.

It is a dangerous and fateful presumption, besides the absurd temerity that it implies, to disdain what we do not comprehend. For after you have established, according to your fine undertstanding, the limits of truth and falsehood, and it turns out that you must necessarily believe things even stranger than those you deny, you are obliged from then on to abandon these limits.

Pero así como no hay que temer a los moldes, tampoco hay que tener miedo de romperlos.

You apologise to me?” she bellowed. “You apologise to me now? You say that you’re sorry when I have spent my life destroying you? You are my whipping girl! I hurt you because it was a relief! I exist because my parents killed everyone and relegated you to a life of abject misery, and they would have killed you too and not given it a second’s goddamned thought! I have spent your life trying to make you regret that you weren’t dead, all because—I regretted I wasn’t! I ate you alive, and you have the temerity to tell me that you’re sorry?

Le había hecho tan feliz que empezó a temer que no fuese a durar.

Son sus silencios lo que debéis temer, no sus palabras.

Sin dinero. Sin lugar para quedarse. Debe ser mi peor pesadilla. Pero no me importa. Es gracioso pensar en las cosas que crees temer, hasta que te suceden y luego ya no es así.

The temerity of [Christian Grey] is astounding. E.L. James has managed to create one of the most blatantly antagonistic sociopaths I've ever seen, yet women everywhere are gobbling it up like he's the best thing since the vibrator.

The town had a basketful of feelings good and bad about Joe's positions and possessions, but none had the temerity to challenge him. They bowed down to him rather, because he was all of these things, and then again he was all of these things because the town bowed down.

Sabemos que crescemos quando começamos a temer a morte.

Non avete più niente da temere! Perché, vi chiedete? Perché ora ci sono io!

It is never easier to understand the mind of a bomb-wielding anarchist than when standing amid a crush of those ladies and gentlemen who have the money and the temerity to style themselves “New York Society.

Did you slip in some cheese? Did it make you hate cheese, which you had previously loved? Why not sue a cheese-maker? Sue him for all the cheese he's got, drive him out of the cheese-making business! Did you burn your face with an iron? Why not sue Prometheus, the god that invented fire? Or an Iron Age chieftain, for having the temerity to popularise the metal.

I did not buy a book called Lord Foul's Bane by Stephen Donaldson, which has the temerity to compare itself, on the front cover, to 'Tolkien at his best.' The back cover attributes the quote to the Washington Post, a newspaper whose quotations will always damn a book for me from now on. How dare they? And how dare the publishers? It isn't a comparison anyone could make, except to say 'Compared to Tolkien at his best, this is dross.' I mean you could say that even about really brilliant books like A Wizard of Earthsea. I expect Lord Foul's Bane (horrible title, sounds like a Conan book) is more like Tolkien at his worst, which would be the beginning of The Simarillion. The thing about Tolkien, about The Lord of the Rings, is that it's perfect.

Nada que temer, nada que cambiar Por ti me olvide de quien yo era en realidad Contigo me quede, como un diamante sin brillar No quiero ser así, espejo de tu vanidad Prefiero ser de mí Sin nada que temer, nada que cambiar Na na na Yo me siento así Bella y auténtica Na na na No seré por ti Una fuerte mental, no no [Chorus] Dices, que soy imperfecta, Que tu eres mi dueño, Quien no te madura todo el tiempo. Dices que hablo cosas tontas, Que no te merezco, Quien te crees que eres, dime quien. Te pido por favor, Que no me quieras controlar, Entregame tu amor, Sin condiciones nada mas. Permíteme vivir, soñando ésta realidad No ves que soy asi, distinta sin igual Na na na Yo me siento así Bella y auténtica Na na na No seré por ti Una fuerte mental, no no [Chorus] Dices, que soy imperfecta, Que tu eres mi dueño, Quien no te madura todo el tiempo. Dices que hablo cosas tontas, Que no te merezco, Quien te crees que eres, dime quien. [Bridge] Dices que soy una niña, Que me tienen consentida. Dices que soy diferente, Ciertamente, ciertamente. Soy lo que me gusta ser, No me intentes detener. Mírame bien, no estoy hecha de papel. Dices! [Chorus] Dices, que soy imperfecta, Que tu eres mi dueño, Quien no te madura todo el tiempo. Dices que hablo cosas tontas, Que no te merezco, Quien te crees que eres, dime quien. Eue soy imperfecta, Que tu eres mi dueño, Quien no te madura todo el tiempo. Dices que hablo cosas tontas, Que no te merezco, Quien te crees que eres, dime quien.

La gente teme a la noche, pero en realidad debería temer al día, cuando nadie está alerta

Sola la opresión debe temer al pleno ejercicio de la libertad.

Ricordo che mia mamma diceva che se una persona conserva il proprio cuore, dovunque vada, non deve temere di perdere nulla.

Have the faith you are enough, the temerity to realize you are worthy, and the hunger to be the man or woman people will adore and appreciate fully.

To begin with, this case should never have come to trial. The state has not produced one iota of medical evidence that the crime Tom Robinson is charged with ever took place... It has relied instead upon the testimony of two witnesses, whose evidence has not only been called into serious question on cross-examination, but has been flatly contradicted by the defendant. Now, there is circumstantial evidence to indicate that Mayella Ewel was beaten - savagely, by someone who led exclusively with his left. And Tom Robinson now sits before you having taken the oath with the only good hand he possesses... his RIGHT. I have nothing but pity in my heart for the chief witness for the State. She is the victim of cruel poverty and ignorance. But my pity does not extend so far as to her putting a man's life at stake, which she has done in an effort to get rid of her own guilt. Now I say "guilt," gentlemen, because it was guilt that motivated her. She's committed no crime - she has merely broken a rigid and time-honored code of our society, a code so severe that whoever breaks it is hounded from our midst as unfit to live with. She must destroy the evidence of her offense. But what was the evidence of her offense? Tom Robinson, a human being. She must put Tom Robinson away from her. Tom Robinson was to her a daily reminder of what she did. Now, what did she do? She tempted a *****. She was white, and she tempted a *****. She did something that, in our society, is unspeakable. She kissed a black man. Not an old uncle, but a strong, young ***** man. No code mattered to her before she broke it, but it came crashing down on her afterwards. The witnesses for the State, with the exception of the sheriff of Maycomb County have presented themselves to you gentlemen, to this court in the cynical confidence that their testimony would not be doubted, confident that you gentlemen would go along with them on the assumption... the evil assumption that all Negroes lie, all Negroes are basically immoral beings, all ***** men are not to be trusted around our women. An assumption that one associates with minds of their caliber, and which is, in itself, gentlemen, a lie, which I do not need to point out to you. And so, a quiet, humble, respectable *****, who has had the unmitigated TEMERITY to feel sorry for a white woman, has had to put his word against TWO white people's! The defendant is not guilty - but somebody in this courtroom is. Now, gentlemen, in this country, our courts are the great levelers. In our courts, all men are created equal. I'm no idealist to believe firmly in the integrity of our courts and of our jury system - that's no ideal to me. That is a living, working reality! Now I am confident that you gentlemen will review, without passion, the evidence that you have heard, come to a decision and restore this man to his family. In the name of GOD, do your duty. In the name of God, believe... Tom Robinson

- Si conoces al enemigo y te conoces a ti mismo. - Cale respondió tranquilamente. - Si conoces al enemigo y te conoces a ti mismo, no debes temer el resultado de cien batallas. - Choi Han recordó la cita de la Tierra.- ¿Cale-nim va a decir eso? - Si conoces al enemigo y te conoces a ti mismo, puedes crear un lío aún mayor. - Cale continuó hablando - Y también puedes robar cosas sin que ellos lo sepan y puedes prepararte para el futuro.

Puertas se cerraban y otras se abrían... La vida era caer y levantarse, temer y no paralizarse. Escalar y escalar sin detenerse en ese momento tuvo sentido, la cima estaba ahí, bajo sus pies, y ambos ya estaban disfrutando de jamás retroceder, de no rendirse, de seguir, luchar y decidir avanzar pese a que dolió, a lo que implicó, pese a que todo a su alrededor en algún momento se extinguió y la luz era un sueño enterrado en los sentimientos de la aflicción pues comprendieron que vivir era una decisión.

No, ese hombre no albergaba los mejores sentimientos. Ese hombre no era bueno. Era lo que aprendemos a temer desde niños: un ogro. Nuestro amor era un sueño tan potente que nada, ni una sola de las pocas advertencias de mi entorno, había bastado para despertarme. Era la pesadilla más perversa. Era una violencia innombrable.

James se disponía a contestar el último comentario de Kelsey cuando oyó un extraño ruido en la cuneta. Se giró sobresaltado. —¿Qué ha sido eso? —preguntó señalando la maleza. —¿Un oso, un lobo, un tigre…? —Kelsey sonrió con ganas—. ¿Qué pasa, tienes miedo? James le dirigió una mirada sombría. —Tranquila, después de haberos conocido a ti y al resto de tu familia ya no tengo capacidad para temer nada más —dijo—. Con el día de hoy ha sido más que suficiente.

The liberty of the press is indeed essential to the nature of a free state: but this consists in laying no previous restraints upon publications, and not in freedom from censure for criminal matter when published. Every freeman has an undoubted right to lay what sentiments he pleases before the public: to forbid this, is to destroy the freedom of the press: but if he publishes what is improper, mischievous, or illegal, he must take the consequence of his own temerity.

The day before the Queen's Ball, Father had a visitor--a very young girl with literary aspirations, someone Lord Lytton had recommended visit Father and sent over–and while Father was explaining to her the enjoyment he was having in writing this Drood book for serialisation, this upstart of a girl had the temerity to ask, 'But suppose you died before all the book was written?' [...] He spoke very softly in his kindest voice and said to her, 'One can only work on, you know--work while it is day.

When I was older and was half through college, I chanced to be spending a few days at home near the end of summer vacation. With a feeling of great temerity I asked her one day why it was that she would not let me read any of the Pauline letters. What she told me I shall never forget. “During the days of slavery,” she said, “the master’s minister would occasionally hold services for the slaves. Old man McGhee was so mean that he would not let a Negro minister preach to his slaves. Always the white minister used as his text something from Paul. At least three or four times a year he used as a text: ‘Slaves, be obedient to them that are your masters …, as unto Christ.’ Then he would go on to show how it was God’s will that we were slaves and how, if we were good and happy slaves, God would bless us. I promised my Maker that if I ever learned to read and if freedom ever came, I would not read that part of the Bible.” Since

Doubt has become the veritable wellspring of my creative process and my philosophic explorations. It has equipped me with the temerity and wherewithal to question certain truths deemed ‘fundamental’ by my betters. Defiance has made me stubborn—possibly even arrogant—enough to shrug off rejection and all fears thereof, no matter how lacerating to the self-esteem these could be. It has given me the will to seek only to satisfy myself.

pensé en todos los que habitan en las ciudades y en quienes van de una ciudad a otra, de un país a otro, de un planeta a otro planeta, como si en algún lado las cosas fueran a ser mejor, como si en algún lado uno pudiera sacarse los zapatos, y sin temer nunca más, equilibrado en su destino, manejándolo en el puño, palpando directamente el valor y la gallardía en los latidos calientes de la esperanza, decir aquí me quedo y nada me moverá

IT TAKES SOME temerity to publish, in a new edition, a book written more than thirty years ago.

With temerity and defiance, obstinance and patience, she chipped away at every hard edge of me until there was nothing left but the truths I feared. The bent and broken.

no debía temer a los muertos, sino a los vivos,

After more than three billion years of evolution of life on this planet, one species (us) had developed the talent and temerity to grab control of its own genetic future. There

Non temere la caduta, ma la vita che nasce dal non aver mai saltato affatto.

When conscience reigns, it allows no resting-place to lust, violence, and temerity.

Temer la muerte no es otra cosa que creer ser sabio sin serlo, pues es creer que uno sabe lo que no sabe.

Para temer de verdad algo tienes que detenerte a pensar en ello.

La doctrina significa aquello que hace que el pueblo esté en armonía con su gobernante, de modo que le siga donde sea, sin temer por sus vidas ni a correr cualquier peligro.

Tienes que saber, no temer, saber que algún día vas a morir, y hasta que no entiendas eso, eres inútil.

Distruggere l'uomo è difficile, quasi quanto crearlo: non è stato agevole, non è stato breve, ma ci siete riusciti, tedeschi. Eccoci docili sotto i vostri sguardi: da parte nostra nulla più avete a temere: non atti di rivolta, non parole di sfida, neppure uno sguardo giudice.

«La muerte no es algo que haya que temer. De hecho, puede ser la experiencia más increíble de la vida. Sólo depende de cómo se vive la vida en el presente. Y lo único que importa es el amor.»

Pero no debes temer que el aprendizaje se convierta en una parte de ti mismo, de modo que te resulte tan natural como respirar. Tienes que expandir tu mente lo suficiente como para que asimile todo

Me fijé en que Fela giraba la cabeza y miraba a Simmon como si le sorprendiera verlo allí sentado. O mejor dicho: fue como si hasta ese momento Simmon únicamente hubiera ocupado espacio alrededor de Fela, como un mueble. Pero esa vez, cuando ella lo miró, lo captó por entero. El cabello rubio rojizo, la línea de su mandíbula, la amplitud de los hombros bajo la camisa. Esa vez, cuándo lo miró, lo vio de verdad. Dejadme decir una cosa. Todas las horas que pasamos buscando en el Archivo, todo el fastidio y el cansancio valieron la pena solo para presenciar aquel momento. Valió la pena sangre y temer a la muerte por verla enamorarse de Sim. Solo un poco. Solo el primer hálito débil del amor, tan leve que seguramente ni siquiera ella lo percibió. No fue espectacular, como un rayo seguido del estruendo de un trueno. Fue más bien como cuando golpeas pedernal contra acero y salta una chispa que se desvanece tan deprisa que casi no la ves. Pero sabes que está allí, donde no puedes verla, prendiendo.

Las cosas que más miedo nos dan son las que menos deberíamos temer —le dijo—. Es irracional, pero es lo que nos hace humanos. Y si somos capaces de vencer esos temores, no hay nada que no podamos conseguir.

A charming enemy comes to me as a friend; faults creep in calling themselves virtues; temerity cloaks itself with the name of courage; cowardice gets called moderation; and timidity passes itself off as caution.

A Tita le encantaría ser una simple semilla, no tener que dar cuentas a nadie de lo que se estaba gestando en su interior, y poder mostrarle al mundo su vientre germinado sin exponerse al rechazo de la sociedad. Las semillas no tenían este tipo de problemas, sobre todo, no tenían madre a la que temer, ni miedo a que las enjuiciaran.

—Ya te he dicho que él era el hombre más peculiar que he conocido. —¿Cómo se llamaba? Sus iris rojos destellaron con malicia. —Kra Dereth —reveló en el mismo tono en que alguien revelaría el secreto para convertir la madera en oro. La primera vez que escuché aquel nombre, no sentí nada en especial. Ni se me erizó la piel ni el corazón se saltó ningún latido. —Suena muy ridículo, con ese nombre mucho respeto no debía imponer. —Bueno, es que los elfos oscuros suelen tener nombres un poco impronunciables, la gente suele temer lo extraño y desconocido. (Joker, Idril)

O tempo não é uma medida. Um ano não conta, dez anos não representam nada. Ser artista não significa contar, é crescer como a árvore que não apressa a sua seiva e resiste, serena, aos grandes ventos da primavera, sem temer que o verão possa não vir. O verão há de vir. Mas só vem para aqueles que sabem esperar, tão sossegados como se tivessem na frente a eternidade.

Si pudierais ver mi corazón completamente al descubierto —dijo D’Artagnan—, leeríais en él tanta curiosidad que tendríais piedad de mí, y tanto amor que al instante satisfaríais incluso mi curiosidad. No tenéis nada que temer de quienes os aman.

Yo soy mi adivinanza. Señor, no pretende usted bondadosamente aliviar ni secuestrar mi soledad. Es una cosa que a las mujeres se nos enseña a temer: oh la torre terrible, oh las zarzas que las circundan; no un nido sociable, sino un calabazo. Pero nos han mentido, sabe usted, en esto como en otras tantas cosas. El calabozo podrá ser severo y amenazador, pero dentro de él estamos muy seguras, dentro de sus confines somos libres de una manera que ustedes, que tienen libertad para correr el mundo, no necesitan imaginar. Ni yo recomiendo imaginarla; pero hágame la justicia de creer que mi soledad es mi tesoro, lo mejor que poseo. No me decido a salir. Si abriera usted la puertecilla, no escaparía; pero ay, cómo canto en mi jaula de oro...

«En la nada hay un potencial infinito.» Significa que los seres humanos nacen sin tener nada. Y que, sin embargo, en todos nosotros hay un infinito potencial. Por esta razón, no hay nada que temer. No hay nada de qué preocuparse. Es así. Y es verdad.

Más sincero que la mayoría de los hombres, confieso sin ambages las causas secretas de esa felicidad; aquella calma tan propicia para los trabajos y las disciplinas del espíritu se me antoja uno de los efectos más bellos del amor. Y me asombra que esas alegrías tan precarias, tan raramente perfectas a lo largo de una vida humana -bajo cualquier aspecto con que las hayamos buscado o recibido-, sean objeto de tanta desconfianza por quienes se creen sabios, temen el hábito y el exceso de esas alegrías en vez de temer su falta y su pérdida, y gastan en tiranizar sus sentidos un tiempo que estaría mejor empleado en ordenar o embellecer su alma.

Titus knew what men like Ricky were really disturbed by was the fact that people, mostly people of color, had the temerity to challenge the lie of antebellum honor and chivalry that had been shoved down the throats of every child in the South for generations.

Si conoces al enemigo y te conoces a ti mismo, no debes temer el resultado de cien batallas. Si te conoces a ti mismo, pero no al enemigo, por cada victoria obtenida también sufrirás una derrota. Si no sabes nada ni del enemigo ni de ti mismo, sucumbirás en todas las batallas.

No sé por qué tendemos a temer tanto estar solos. Sé que no le ocurre a todo el mundo, pero hay una tendencia general a entrar en un estado de pánico tras la ruptura ante la posibilidad de no encontrar a nadie con quien compartir tu vida ¿Y qué? ¿Qué importa si eso no sucede? Nada, absolutamente nada; volcar la posibilidad de ser feliz en la existencia de otra persona es la única raíz del problema, ni más ni menos.

ITALIANO Ascolta il silenzio, perché ha molto da dire; e non temere la voce del tuo ego, perché vuol soltanto darti un sincero consiglio. ENGLISH Listen to the silence, because it has a lot to say, and don't fear the voice of your ego, because it just wants to give you a sincere advice.

Porque temer la muerte, atenienses, no es otra cosa que creerse sabio sin serlo, y creer conocer lo que no se sabe. En efecto, nadie conoce la muerte, ni sabe si es el mayor de los bienes para el hombre. Sin embargo, se la teme, como si se 68 supiese con certeza que es el mayor de todos los males.

Primeramente, ¡oh hijo!, has de temer a Dios, porque en el temerle está la sabiduría, y siendo sabio no podrás errar en nada. Lo segundo, has de poner los ojos en quien eres, procurando conocerte a ti mismo, que es el más difícil conocimiento que puede imaginarse. Del conocerte saldrá el no hincharte

I am drunk. I usually only drink like this once a month. At such times my audacity and temerity know no bounds. I feel capable of anything. I attempt the most difficult operations and do them magnificently. The most brilliant plans for the future take shape in my head. I am no longer a poor fool of a doctor, but mankind's greatest benefactor. I evolve my own system of philosophy and all of you seem to crawl at my feet like so many insects or microbes.

One day, a young boy went up to his grandfather, who was an old Cherokee chief. ‘Edudi?’ the boy asked. ‘Why are you so sad?’ The old chief bit his lip and rubbed his belly as if his stomach pained him unmercifully. ‘There is a terrible fight inside me, Uhgeeleesee’, the chief said sternly. ‘One that will not let me sleep of give me peace’. ‘A fight Grandfather? I don’t understand. What kind of fight is inside you?’ The old chief knelt in front of the boy to explain. ‘Deep inside my heart, I have two wolves. Each strong enough to devour the other, they are locked in constant war. One is evil through and through. He is revenge, sorrow, regret, rage, greed, arrogance, stupidity, superiority, envy, guilt, lies, ego, false pride, inferiority, self-doubt, suspicion and resentment. The other wolf is everything kind. He is made of peace, blissful tranquillity, wisdom, love and joy, hope and humility, compassion, benevolence, generosity, truth, faith and empathy. They circle each other inside my heart and they fight one another at all times. Day and night. There is no letup. Not even while I slumber’. The boy’s yes widened as he sucked his breath in sharply. ‘How horrible for you’. His grandfather shook his head at these words and tapped the boy’s chest right where his own heart was located. ‘It’s not just horrible for me. This same fight is also going on inside you and every single person who walks this earth with us’. Those words terrified the little boy. ‘So tell me Grandfather, which of the wolves will win this fight?’ The old chief smiled at his grandson and he cupped his young cheek before he answered with one simple truth. ‘Always the one we feed’. Be careful what you feed, child. For the beast will follow you home and live with you until you either make a bed for it to stay, or find the temerity to drive it out.

En efecto, atenienses, temer la muerte no es otra cosa que creer ser sabio sin serlo, pues es creer que uno sabe lo que no sabe. Pues nadie conoce la muerte, ni siquiera si es, precisamente, el mayor de todos los bienes para el hombre, pero la temen como si supieran con certeza que es el mayor de los males.

porque todo miedo es en el fondo una invocación al acontecimiento que se teme, porque nadie puede temer sin desear de alguna forma que se produzca lo que le atemoriza, y viendo aquel cuerpo que dormía con los ojos ligeramente entreabiertos reconocía que el miedo formaba parte del amor, que el miedo era el amor.

Quelle volte in cui mi sono svegliato in piena notte, e ho guardato chi dorme sempre accanto a me, con la complicità delle ore buie, che rendono sopra le righe tutti i sentimenti e le preoccupazioni, le paure, le angosce e il senso profondo della vita. E mi sono chiesto, intanto che osservavo il torace gonfiarsi e sgonfiarsi in modo regolare: chi è questo essere umano a cui sto concedendo il mio amore, le mie giornate, tutti questi anni e anche il mio futuro? È l'essere speciale che mi sembra di aver intuito, o è un mostro che mi sembra di temere? E poi mi sono girato dall'altra parte e mi sono rimesso a dormire, sollevato.

—¿Qué ha sido eso? —preguntó señalando la maleza. —¿Un oso, un lobo, un tigre…? —Kelsey sonrió con ganas—. ¿Qué pasa, tienes miedo? James le dirigió una mirada sombría. —Tranquila, después de haberos conocido a ti y al resto de tu familia ya no tengo capacidad para temer nada más —dijo—. Con el día de hoy ha sido más que suficiente.

He frequently commented on the amount of money I had as a way to throw it in my face that he was so much richer than me. It was like water off a duck’s back to me, but it fed his need to demean people around him who had the temerity to get ahead in life; success was always a zero-sum game for him, and he and he alone had to be the winner.

Che cosa comporta, di preciso, essere un uomo, uno vero? Repressione delle emozioni. Mettere a tacere la propria sensibilità. Vergognarsi della propria delicatezza, della propria vulnerabilità. Lasciare l'infanzia brutalmente, e definitivamente: gli uomini-bambini non hanno una buona reputazione. Essere angosciati per le dimensioni del proprio cazzo. Saper far godere le donne senza che queste sappiano o vogliano dare indicazioni su come fare. Non mostrare la propria debolezza. Imbavagliare la propria sensualità. Indossare abiti di colori spenti, portare sempre le stesse scarpe goffe, non giocare con i propri capelli, non portare troppi anelli, braccialetti eccetera, non truccarsi. Dover fare il primo passo, sempre. Non avere alcuna cultura sessuale per migliorare il proprio orgasmo. Non saper chiedere aiuto. Dover essere coraggiosi, anche senza averne la minima voglia. Valorizzare la forza qualunque sia il proprio carattere. Dar prova di aggressività. Avere un accesso limitato alla paternità. Riuscire socialmente, per pagarsi le donne migliori. Temere la propria omosessualità perché un uomo, uno vero, non deve essere penetrato. Non giocare con le bambole da piccoli, accontentarsi delle automobiline e di orribili armi di plastica. Non prendersi troppa cura del proprio corpo. Essere sottomessi alla brutalità di altri uomini, senza lamentarsi. Sapersi difendere, anche se si è dolci. Non essere in contatto con la propria femminilità, simmetricamente alle donne che rinunciano alla loro virilità, non in funzione dei bisogni di una situazione o di un carattere, ma in funzione di quello che il corpo collettivo richiede. Affinché, sempre, le donne facciano i figli per la guerra, e gli uomini accettino di andare a farsi ammazzare per salvare gli interessi di tre o quattro cretini che non vedono al di là del loro naso.

Entre as recordações de cada pessoa, há coisas que ela não conta para qualquer um, somente para os amigos. Há também aquelas que ela não conta nem para os amigos, somente para sim mesma, e isso secretamente. Mas, finalmente, há também aquelas que o indivíduo tem medo de revelar até para si mesmo, e um homem respeitável tem tais coisas acumuladas em grande quantidade. E pode ser assim mesmo: quanto mais respeitável ele é, mais coisas desse tipo ele tem acumuladas. Eu, pelo menos, só recentemente tomei coragem para recordar algumas das minhas aventuras passadas, as quais até agora tinha evitado com uma certa inquietação. E agora, quando não só recordei, como até me decidi a escrevê-las, agora exatamente quero tirar a prova: é possível alguém ser inteiramente sincero consigo mesmo e não temer toda a verdade? A propósito: Heine afirma que é quase impossível existirem autobiografias sinceras, porque na certa o ser humano mentirá, falando de si mesmo. Na opinião dele, por exemplo, Rousseau sem dúvida mentiu sobre si mesmo em suas 'Confissões' e fez isso até deliberadamente, por vaidade. Estou convencido de que Heine está certo; entendo perfeitamente como, às vezes, alguém pode confessar uma série de crimes por pura vaidade e percebo até muito bem de que tipo pode ser essa vaidade.

Deep inside your heart there are two wolves. Each strong enough to devour the other, they are in constant war. One is evil through and through. He is revenge, rage, greed, arrogance, stupidity, superiority, envy, guilt, lies, ego, false-pride, inferiority, self-doubt, suspicion, and resentment. The other wolf is everything kind. He is made of peace, blissful tranquility, wisdom, love and joy, hope and humility, compassion, benevolence, generosity, truth, faith, and empathy. They circle each other inside your heart and they fight one another at all times. Day and night. There is no letup. Not even while you sleep. Be careful which wolf you feed. For that beast will follow you home and live with you until you either make a bed for it to stay, or find the temerity to drive it out.

Yo solía amar el océano. Todo en ella. Sus arrecifes de coral, sus blancas crestas, sus rugientes olas, las rocas que besan, sus leyendas de piratas y las colas de sirena, Tesoros perdidos y tesoros guardados... Y TODO De sus peces En el mar. Sí, solía amar el océano, Todo sobre ella. La forma en que me cantaba al dormir mientras yo estaba en mi cama Luego me despierta con fuerza Que yo pronto llegué a temer. Sus fábulas, sus mentiras, sus engañosos ojos, Me iría de su sequía Si me importara lo suficiente. Yo solía amar el océano. Todo en ella. Sus arrecifes de coral, sus blancas crestas, sus rugientes olas, las rocas que besan, sus leyendas de piratas y las colas de sirena, tesoros perdidos y tesoros guardados... Y TODO De sus peces En el mar. Bueno, si alguna vez has intentado navegar tu velero a través de sus tempestuosos mares, te darás cuenta de que sus blancas crestas son tus enemigos. Si alguna vez has tratado de nadar hacia la orilla cuando con tu pierna acalambrada y acabas de consumir una gran cena de hamburguesas en In-n-Out27 que te está ahogando, y sus rugientes olas están golpeando el aire fuera de ti, llenando tus pulmones con agua como del mayal sus brazos, tratando de conseguir la atención de alguien, pero tus amigos ¿sólo saludan con la mano de nuevo a ti? Y si alguna vez has crecido con sueños en tu cabeza acerca de la vida, y cómo uno de estos días serías pirata de tu propia nave y tendrías tu propio equipo y que todas las sirenas Te amarían sólo ¿a ti? Bueno, te darás cuenta... Como yo eventualmente me di cuenta... ¿Que todas las cosas buenas de ella? ¿Todo lo bello? No es real. Es falso. Así que sigue con tu océano, Yo me quedo con el Lago.

«Mettiti il casco. È tardi!» le ordinò senza guardarla in viso mentre le porgeva il copricapo. Asia non disse una parola. Il sole era già scomparso ed era consapevole che con l’oscurità il Male avrebbe potuto fare capolino da un momento all’altro. Il cimitero del Wawel distava pochi minuti dal suo appartamento, ma lei conosceva bene il Venator e sapeva perché si spostava comunque in moto. Le sacche laterali della sua cavalcatura erano piene zeppe di armi, una vera e propria santa barbara sempre pronta all’uso. Mentre si issava con accuratezza dietro di lui cercò di trattenere il respiro. L’idea di sfiorare di nuovo, dopo quasi due anni, il suo corpo la faceva sentire come una bambina il primo giorno di scuola: tensione a mille, ansia, batticuore e la sensazione che di lì a poco sarebbe morta di infarto. Ma quel momento magico fu bruscamente distrutto, e le acide parole inzuppate nel veleno che uscirono dalle labbra di Bor la scaraventarono con una forza dolorosa nella realtà di quel pomeriggio. «Aggrappati alle manigliette laterali, non a me. E reggiti forte, non mi va di dovermi fermare a raccogliere i tuoi pezzetti.» Asia si sentì morire ma mai, per nessuna ragione al mondo, gli avrebbe dato soddisfazione. «Certo, non temere, non ti accorgerai nemmeno di me», disse a denti stretti mentre la bocca le si seccava per la delusione di essere stata respinta così in malo modo.

The religion of reason quite naturally establishes the Republic of law and order. The general will is expressed in laws codified by its representatives. "The people make the revolution, the legislator makes the Republic." "Immortal, impassive" institutions, "sheltered from the temerity of man," will govern in their turn the lives of all men by universal accord and without possibility of contradiction since by obeying the laws all will only be obeying themselves

In che stato sono. Sono fatto di fango, dentro e fuori. Mia madre non mi riconoscerebbe. Fulvia, non dovevi farmi questo. Specie pensando a ciò che mi stava davanti. Ma tu non potevi sapere che cosa stava davanti a me, ed anche a lui e a tutti i ragazzi. Tu non devi saper niente, solo che io ti amo. Io invece debbo sapere, solo se io ho la tua anima. Ti sto pensando, anche ora, anche in queste condizioni sto pensando a te. Lo sai che se cesso di pensarti, tu muori, istantaneamente? Ma non temere, io non cesserò mai di pensarti.

Interminável é assim o ciúme, pois mesmo se o ente amado, tendo morrido por exemplo, não o pode mais provocar pelos seus atos, acontece que reminiscências posteriores a qualquer fato se comportam de repente em nossa memória como outros tantos fatos, reminiscências que não havíamos esclarecido até então, que nos tinham parecido insignificantes e às quais basta que reflitamos sobre elas, sem nenhum evento exterior, para lhes darmos um sentido novo e terrível. Não é preciso sermos dois, basta estarmos só no quarto, a pensar, para que novas traições de nossa amante aconteçam, embora ela esteja morta. Por isso não se deve temer no amor, como na vida habitual, tão somente o futuro, mas também o passado, o qual não se realiza para nós muitas vezes senão depois do futuro, e não falamos apenas do passado que só se nos revela mais tarde, mas daquele que conservamos há muito tempo em nós e que de repente aprendemos a ler.

I have spent your life trying to make you regret that you weren't dead, all because - I regretted that I wasn't! I ate you alive, and you have the temerity to tell me that you're sorry?" There were flecks of spittle on Harrowhark's lips. She was retching for air. 'I have tried to dismantle you, Gideon Nav. The Ninth House poisoned you, we trod you underfoot - I took you to this killing field as my slave - you refuse to die, and you pity me! Strike me down. You won. I've lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.

The pioneer, the creator, the explorer is generally a single, lonely person rather than a group, struggling all alone with his inner conflicts, fears, defenses against arrogance and pride, even against paranoia. He has to be a courageous man, not afraid to stick his neck out, not afraid even to make mistakes, well aware that he is, as Polanyi has stressed, a kind of gambler who comes to tentative conclusions in the absence of facts and then spends some years trying to figure out if his hunch was correct. If he has any sense at all, he is of course scared of his own ideas, of his temerity, and is well aware that he is affirming what he cannot prove.

En la vida no todo es seguridad. Es ser capaces de recoger los pedazos después de que todo haya pasado y continuar adelante. Podemos elegir el ser unos cobardes que temer dejar a alguien entrar en nuestro interior y hacerlo todo solos o podemos elegir el ser valientes y dejar que alguien esté a nuestro lado y nos ayude. Yo no soy una cobarde. Nunca lo he sido. Y no tengo ninguna intención de irme a otro lugar que no sea el que está a tu lado. Para siempre. Ya sea en la Tierra o en este infierno si es lo que se necesita. Yo siempre estaré contigo. En ese momento, Seth se dio cuenta de que no necesitaba la golondrina para evadirse del dolor. Todo lo que necesitaba era a ella. Y además tenía razón. Se necesitaba mucho más valor para dejar el corazón abierto a otra persona que el mantenerlo cerrado. Dejar que alguien se metiera muy dentro de ti donde sólo ellos pudieran herirte. Sólo Lydia podría destruirle. Y, sin embargo, sólo le había dado una vida... al menos una que merecía la pena vivir.

He was exasperated because he didn’t know what that look meant. He put it somewhere between indifference and despair. He didn’t know that in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough. That something happened when personal turmoil dropped by at the wayside shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil of a nation. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cosy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening.

Eternal Rest. If I have the temerity to prefer my own definition of the spirit of Buḍḍha's doctrine, it is because I think that all the misconceptions of it have arisen from a failure to understand his idea of what is real and what is unreal, what worth longing and striving for and what not. From this misconception have come all the unfounded charges that Buḍḍhism is an "atheistical," that is to say, a grossly materialistic, a nihilistic, a negative, a vice-breeding religion. Buḍḍhism denies the existence of a personal God—true: therefore—well, therefore, and notwithstanding all this, its teaching is neither what may be called properly atheistical, nihilistic, negative, nor provocative of vice. I will try to make my meaning clear, and the advancement of modern scientific research helps in this direction. Science divides the universe for us into two elements—matter and force;

Ella no lo entendía.─¿Cómo puede alguien temer enamorarse? ─¿Cómo no pueden?─ su cara estaba completamente horrorizada.─ Cuando amas a alguien… realmente lo ama, amigo o amante, le tiendes abierto tu corazón. Le das una parte de ti mismo que no le has dado a nadie y les dejas entrar en una parte de ti que sólo ellos pueden herir─literalmente les entregas una navaja con un mapa de donde pueden cortar más profundo y más dolorosamente en tu corazón y en tu alma. Y cuando golpean, esto te paraliza─igual que si te arrancaran el corazón. Esto te deja desnudo y expuesto, preguntándote que les hiciste para que quieran herirte tan horriblemente cuando todo lo que tú has hecho es amarlos. ¿Qué está tan mal contigo que nadie puede mantener la fe en ti? ¿Qué nadie puede amarte? Que esto suceda una vez es bastante malo… ¿pero que se repita? ¿Quién en su sano juicio no estaría aterrado de eso?

…and the mousesized mousecolored spinster trembling and aghast at her own temerity, staring across it at the childless bachelor in whom ended that long line of men who had had something in them of decency and pride even after they had begun to fail at the integrity and the pride had become mostly vanity and selfpity: from the expatriate who had to flee his native land with little else except his life yet who still refused to accept defeat, through the man who gambled his life and his good name twice and lost twice and declined to accept that either, and the one who with only a clever small quarterhorse for tool avenged his dispossessed father and grandfather and gained a principality, and the brilliant and gallant governor and the general who though he failed at leading in battle brave and gallant men at least risked his own life too in the failing, to the cultured dipsomaniac who sold the last of his patrimony not to buy drink but to give one of his descendants at least the best chance in life he could think of.

Las especies más viciosas de la democracia existen en general en los Estados muy populosos, en los cuales es difícil reunir asambleas públicas sin pagar a los que a ellas concurren. Además las clases altas temen esta necesidad, cuando el Estado no tiene rentas propias; porque en tal caso es preciso procurarse recursos, sea por medio de contribuciones especiales, sea por confiscaciones que acuerdan tribunales corruptos. Pues bien, todas estas son causas de perdición en muchas democracias. Allí donde el Estado no tiene rentas, es preciso que las asambleas públicas se reúnan raras veces, y los miembros de los tribunales sean muy numerosos, pero congregándose para administrar justicia muy pocos días. Este sistema tiene dos ventajas: primera, que los ricos no tendrán que temer grandes gastos, aun cuando no sea a ellos y sí sólo a los pobres a quienes haya de darse el salario judicial; y segunda, que así la justicia será mejor administrada, porque los ricos nunca gustan de abandonar sus negocios por muchos días, y sólo se avienen a dejarlos por algunos instantes. Si el Estado es opulento, es preciso guardarse de imitar a los demagogos de nuestro tiempo. Reparten al pueblo todo el sobrante de los ingresos, y toman parte como los demás en la repartición; pero las necesidades continúan siendo siempre las mismas, porque socorrer de este modo a la pobreza es querer llenar un tonel sin fondo. El amigo sincero del pueblo tratará de evitar que éste caiga en la extrema miseria, que pervierte siempre a la democracia, y pondrá el mayor cuidado en hacer que el bienestar sea permanente.

Escute, meu chapa: um poeta não se faz com versos. é o risco, é estar sempre a perigo sem medo, é inventar o perigo e estar sempre recriando dificuldades pelo menos maiores, é destruir a linguagem e explodir com ela. nada no bolso e nas mãos. sabendo: perigoso, divino, maravilhoso. […] difícil, pra quem não é poeta, é não trair a sua poesia, que, pensando bem, não é nada, se você está sempre pronto a temer tudo; menos o ridículo de declamar versinhos sorridentes. […] e fique sabendo: quem não se arrisca não pode berrar. citação: leve um homem e um boi ao matadouro. o que berrar mais na hora do perigo é o homem, nem que seja o boi. adeusão. […] Escrever não vale quase nada para as transas difíceis desse tempo, amizade. palavras são poliedros de faces infinitas e a coisa é transparente – a luz de cada face distorce a transa original, dá todos os sentidos de uma vez, não é suficientemente clara, nunca. nem eficaz, é óbvio. depende apenas de transar com a imagem, chega de metáforas, queremos a imagem nua e crua que se vê na rua, a imagem – imagem sem mais reticências, verdadeira.

I would like to see you cheat,” Elizabeth said impulsively, smiling at him. His hands stilled, his eyes intent on her face. “I beg your pardon?” “What I meant,” she hastily explained as he continued to idly shuffle the cards, watching her, “is that night in the card room at Charise’s there was mention of someone being able to deal a card from the bottom of the deck, and I’ve always wondered if you could, if it could…” She trailed off, belatedly realizing she was insulting him and that his narrowed, speculative gaze proved that she’d made it sound as if she believed him to be dishonest at cards. “I beg your pardon,” she said quietly. “That was truly awful of me.” Ian accepted her apology with a curt nod, and when Alex hastily interjected, “Why don’t we use the chips for a shilling each,” he wordlessly and immediately dealt the cards. Too embarrassed even to look at him, Elizabeth bit her lip and picked up her hand. In it there were four kings. Her gaze flew to Ian, but he was lounging back in his chair, studying his own cards. She won three shillings and was pleased as could be. He passed the deck to her, but Elizabeth shook her head. “I don’t like to deal. I always drop the cards, which Celton says is very irritating. Would you mind dealing for me?” “Not at all,” Ian said dispassionately, and Elizabeth realized with a sinking heart that he was still annoyed with her. “Who is Celton?” Jordan inquired. “Celton is a groom with whom I play cards,” Elizabeth explained unhappily, picking up her hand. In it there were four aces. She knew it then, and laughter and relief trembled on her lips as she lifted her face and stared at her betrothed. There was not a sign, not so much as a hint anywhere on his perfectly composed features that anything unusual had been happening. Lounging indolently in his chair, he quirked an indifferent brow and said, “Do you want to discard and draw more cards, Elizabeth?” “Yes,” she replied, swallowing her mirth, “I would like one more ace to go with the ones I have.” “There are only four,” he explained mildly, and with such convincing blandness that Elizabeth whooped with laughter and dropped her cards. “You are a complete charlatan!” she gasped when she could finally speak, but her face was aglow with admiration. “Thank you, darling,” he replied tenderly. “I’m happy to know your opinion of me is already improving.” The laughter froze in Elizabeth’s chest, replaced by warmth that quaked through her from head to foot. Gentlemen did not speak such tender endearments in front of other people, if at all. “I’m a Scot,” he’d whispered huskily to her long ago. “We do.” The Townsendes had launched into swift, laughing conversation after a moment of stunned silence following his words, and it was just as well, because Elizabeth could not tear her gaze from Ian, could not seem to move. And in that endless moment when their gazes held, Elizabeth had an almost overwhelming desire to fling herself into his arms. He saw it, too, and the answering expression in his eyes made her feel she was melting. “It occurs to me, Ian,” Jordan joked a moment later, gently breaking their spell, “that we are wasting our time with honest pursuits.” Ian’s gaze shifted reluctantly from Elizabeth’s face, and then he smiled inquisitively at Jordan. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, shoving the deck toward Jordan while Elizabeth put back her unjustly won chips. “With your skill at dealing whatever hand you want, we could gull half of London. If any of our victims had the temerity to object, Alex could run them through with her rapier, and Elizabeth could shoot him before he hit the ground.” Ian chuckled. “Not a bad idea. What would your role be?” “Breaking us out of Newgate!” Elizabeth laughed. “Exactly.