Ti Best Quotes

Italians have a way of saying “I love you” that is particularly instructive: Ti voglio bene, they say. It means “I want your good”—I want what’s best for you.

la fe es que alguien vea en ti algo que tú no ves, y que no se rinda hasta conseguir que lo veas.

(...) era vorba despre o carte care ti se lipea de mana, iar ochii refuzau sa se lase invinsi de oboseala numai pentru a continua sa citeasca.

Mande mwen yon ti kou ankò ma di ou,’ she’d told Anthony once, when he’d first asked her what she thought of Hermes, if she thought they might succeed. He’d tried his best to parse Kreyòl with what he knew of French, then he’d given up. ‘What’s that mean?’ ‘I don’t know,’ said Victoire. ‘At least, we say it when we don’t know the answer, or don’t care to share the answer.’ ‘And what’s it literally mean?’ She’d winked at him. ‘Ask me a little later, and I’ll tell you.

I'm just as ambitious as ever. Only I've changed the object of my ambitions. I'm going to be a good teacher- and I'm going to study at home here and take a little college course all by myself. Oh, I've dozens of plans Marilla. I've been thinking them out for a week and I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return. When I left Queens my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see ti along for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own that bind, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes - what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows - what new landscapes- what new beauties - what curves and hills and valley's further on.

After a while he says, “Do you believe in ghosts?” “No,” I say. “Why not?” “Because they are un-sci-en-ti-fic.” The way I say this makes John smile. “They contain no matter,” I continue, “and have no energy and therefore, according to the laws of science, do not exist except in people’s minds.” The whiskey, the fatigue and the wind in the trees start mixing in my mind. “Of course,” I add, “the laws of science contain no matter and have no energy either and therefore do not exist except in people’s minds. It’s best to be completely scientific about the whole thing and refuse to believe in either ghosts or the laws of science. That way you’re safe. That doesn’t leave you very much to believe in, but that’s scientific too.

Vorrei chiarire subito un punto. Non esiste un Deposito delle Idee, non c'è una Centrale delle Storie, un'Isola dei Best-Seller sepolti; le idee per un buon racconto spuntano a quel che sembra letteralmente dal nulla, ti piombano addosso di punto in bianco: due pensieri che prima erano del tutto indipendenti tutto a un tratto trovano un punto d'incontro e si concretizzano in qualcosa di assolutamente nuovo. Il tuo compito non è trovare queste idee ma riconoscerle quando si manifestano.

Rea­sons Why I Loved Be­ing With Jen I love what a good friend you are. You’re re­ally en­gaged with the lives of the peo­ple you love. You or­ga­nize lovely ex­pe­ri­ences for them. You make an ef­fort with them, you’re pa­tient with them, even when they’re side­tracked by their chil­dren and can’t pri­or­i­tize you in the way you pri­or­i­tize them. You’ve got a gen­er­ous heart and it ex­tends to peo­ple you’ve never even met, whereas I think that ev­ery­one is out to get me. I used to say you were naive, but re­ally I was jeal­ous that you al­ways thought the best of peo­ple. You are a bit too anx­ious about be­ing seen to be a good per­son and you def­i­nitely go a bit over­board with your left-wing pol­i­tics to prove a point to ev­ery­one. But I know you re­ally do care. I know you’d sign pe­ti­tions and help peo­ple in need and vol­un­teer at the home­less shel­ter at Christ­mas even if no one knew about it. And that’s more than can be said for a lot of us. I love how quickly you read books and how ab­sorbed you get in a good story. I love watch­ing you lie on the sofa read­ing one from cover-to-cover. It’s like I’m in the room with you but you’re in a whole other gal­axy. I love that you’re al­ways try­ing to im­prove your­self. Whether it’s running marathons or set­ting your­self chal­lenges on an app to learn French or the fact you go to ther­apy ev­ery week. You work hard to be­come a bet­ter ver­sion of your­self. I think I prob­a­bly didn’t make my ad­mi­ra­tion for this known and in­stead it came off as ir­ri­ta­tion, which I don’t re­ally feel at all. I love how ded­i­cated you are to your fam­ily, even when they’re an­noy­ing you. Your loy­alty to them wound me up some­times, but it’s only be­cause I wish I came from a big fam­ily. I love that you al­ways know what to say in con­ver­sa­tion. You ask the right ques­tions and you know ex­actly when to talk and when to lis­ten. Ev­ery­one loves talk­ing to you be­cause you make ev­ery­one feel im­por­tant. I love your style. I know you think I prob­a­bly never no­ticed what you were wear­ing or how you did your hair, but I loved see­ing how you get ready, sit­ting in front of the full-length mir­ror in our bed­room while you did your make-up, even though there was a mir­ror on the dress­ing ta­ble. I love that you’re mad enough to swim in the English sea in No­vem­ber and that you’d pick up spi­ders in the bath with your bare hands. You’re brave in a way that I’m not. I love how free you are. You’re a very free per­son, and I never gave you the sat­is­fac­tion of say­ing it, which I should have done. No one knows it about you be­cause of your bor­ing, high-pres­sure job and your stuffy up­bring­ing, but I know what an ad­ven­turer you are un­der­neath all that. I love that you got drunk at Jack­son’s chris­ten­ing and you al­ways wanted to have one more drink at the pub and you never com­plained about get­ting up early to go to work with a hang­over. Other than Avi, you are the per­son I’ve had the most fun with in my life. And even though I gave you a hard time for al­ways try­ing to for al­ways try­ing to im­press your dad, I ac­tu­ally found it very adorable be­cause it made me see the child in you and the teenager in you, and if I could time-travel to any­where in his­tory, I swear, Jen, the only place I’d want to go is to the house where you grew up and hug you and tell you how beau­ti­ful and clever and funny you are. That you are spec­tac­u­lar even with­out all your sports trophies and mu­sic cer­tifi­cates and in­cred­i­ble grades and Ox­ford ac­cep­tance. I’m sorry that I loved you so much more than I liked my­self, that must have been a lot to carry. I’m sorry I didn’t take care of you the way you took care of me. And I’m sorry I didn’t take care of my­self, ei­ther. I need to work on it. I’m pleased that our break-up taught me that. I’m sorry I went so mental. I love you. I always will. I'm glad we met.

True love involves virtue, friendship and the pursuit of a common good. Both people are focused on a common goal outside of themselves. In Christian marriage, for example, a husband and wife unite themselves to the common aim of helping each other grow in holiness, deepening their own union and raising children. Most of all, true love involves the selfless pursuit of what is best for the other person, even if it means sacrificing one’s own preferences and desires—love in the sense of ti voglio bene.

But that wasn't the chief thing that bothered me: I couldn't reconcile myself with that preoccupation with sin that, so far as I could tell, was never entirely absent from the monks' thoughts. I'd known a lot of fellows in the air corps. Of course they got drunk when they got a chance, and had a girl whenever they could and used foul language; we had one or two had hats: one fellow was arrested for passing rubber cheques and was sent to prison for six months; it wasn't altogether his fault; he'd never had any money before, and when he got more than he'd ever dreamt of having, it went to his head. I'd known had men in Paris and when I got back to Chicago I knew more, but for the most part their badness was due to heredity, which they couldn't help, or to their environment, which they didn't choose: I'm not sure that society wasn't more responsible for their crimes than they were. If I'd been God I couldn't have brought myself to condemn one of them, not even the worst, to eternal damnation. Father Esheim was broad-minded; he thought that hell was the deprivation of God's presence, but if that is such an intolerable punishment that it can justly be called hell, can one conceive that a good God can inflict it? After all, he created men, if he so created them that ti was possible for them to sin, it was because he willed it. If I trained a dog to fly at the throat of any stranger who came into by back yard, it wouldn't be fair to beat him when he did so. If an all-good and all-powerful God created the world, why did he create evil? The monks said, so that man by conquering the wickedness in him, by resisting temptation, by accepting pain and sorrow and misfortune as the trials sent by God to purify him, might at long last be made worthy to receive his grace. It seem to me like sending a fellow with a message to some place and just to make it harder for him you constructed a maze that he had to get through, then dug a moat that he had to swim and finally built a wall that he had to scale. I wasn't prepared to believe in an all-wise God who hadn't common sense. I didn't see why you shouldn't believe in a God who hadn't created the world, buyt had to make the best of the bad job he'd found, a being enormously better, wiser and greater than man, who strove with the evil he hadn't made and who might be hoped in the end to overcome it. But on the other hand I didn't see why you should.

Researchers at Shanghai Jiao Tong University in China, Saga University in Japan, and the University of California, Davis, proposed creating an artificial inorganic leaf modeled on the real thing. They took a leaf of Anemone vitifolia, a plant native to China, and injected its veins with titanium dioxide-a well-known industrial photocatalyst. By taking on the precise branching shape and structure of the leaf's veins, the titanium dioxide produced much higher light-harvesting ability than if ti was used in a traditional configuration. The researchers found an astounding 800 percent increase in hydrogen production as well. The total performance was 300 percent more active than the world's best commercial photocatalysts. When they added platinum nanoparticles to the mix, it increased activity by a further 1,000 percent.

With this symphony of voices man can play through the eternity of time in less than an hour, and can taste in small measure the delight of God, the Supreme Artist … I yield freely to the sacred frenzy … the die is cast, and I am writing the book—to be read either now or by posterity, it matters not. It can wait a century for a reader, as God Himself has waited 6,000 years for a witness. Within the “symphony of voices,” Kepler believed that the speed of each planet corresponds to certain notes in the Latinate musical scale popular in his day—do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do. He claimed that in the harmony of the spheres, the tones of Earth are fa and mi, that the Earth is forever humming fa and mi, and that they stand in a straightforward way for the Latin word for famine. He argued, not unsuccessfully, that the Earth was best described by that single doleful word.

Podrías POR FAVOR dejar de aprecer de la nada y asustarme" Pagan "Normalmente no eres tan Irritable". Dank "Mantente fuera de mi habitación, Podría haber estado Desnuda". Pagan "¿Quieres que vuele lejos?. Eso es lindo". Dank "No queria ser Linda, pero parecia que ya no podía seguir enojada tampoco". Pagan "¿Su risa había causado este calor relajante en mi cuerpo?". Pagan "Estupido Tipo Muerto Parlante". Pagan "Pagan: ¿Has estado Observandome? Dank: Durante semanas, Pagan, Durante Semanas..." "No puedo decirte lo que soy, Ya he roto Demasiadas Reglas". Dank "Nunca he tenido Problema en dejar saber a una Chica que me interesa... Hasta Ahora". Leif "Siento el dolor de cada corazon que tomo". Cancion de Dank "La oscuridad me abraza, pero la luz aún dibuja mi alma Vacía". Canción de Dank "El vacío en el que solía usar dolor, para llenar el agujero ya no me controla, ya no me llama, Gracias a ti". Cancion de Dank "Dank Walker esta aqui. Como, en nuestra escuela. Como, Inscrito en nuestra escuela. ¿Puedes Creerlo?". Miranda "Dank Walker. El alma, Mi alma ¿Era Dank Walker, el Rockero? "El tipo parece que no puede apartar los ojos de ti, No es que lo pueda Culpar". Leif "Te necesito, Nunca dudes de mi necesidad por ti". Dank "Sabía que el rosa pálido te sentaría, la mayoría de las chicas no pueden llevarlo, pero en ti, es Perfecto". Dank "Tu eres lo único que mas quiero en el Mundo. Sin Embargo, lo único que no puedo Tener". Dank "Sin Embargo Te quedas, Aferrandote a mi, pero te Quedas". Canción de Dank. "Mi Primer sabor de el, hizo Girar mi Mundo". Pagan "Te he dado vida, cuando estaba en mis manos darte Muerte. Alejate de Mi". Cancion de Dank "Alejate de mi, antes de que colapse y te lleve conmigo". Canción de Dank. "Eres una chica Frustante. No eres como ninguna de las almas que he conocido". Dank "Yo no soy un hombre, Por lo que no tengo un Corazón, que ame como un ser humano lo hace". Dank "Tu eres mi existencia, Yo soy Tuyo". Dank "Eres Mía ahora, Mientras camines por la Tierra me perteneces, Nada puede hacerte Daño". Dank "Es practicamente imposible hacer daño a lo que La Muerte proteje". Dank

To return to central Rome, it’s another two miles north along a busy stretch of road, not recommended on foot or bike. Instead, catch bus #118 from the bus stop about 75 yards past Domine Quo Vadis Church (across from the TI). Bus #118 makes several interesting stops (see below) on its way to the Piramide Metro stop. (Note that another bus, the #218, also goes from here to San Giovanni in Laterano.) For those with more energy, there’s more to see, especially if you’re renting a bike and want to just get away from it all. Other Sights on or near the Appian Way Consider these diversions if you have the time and interest. More of the Appian Way: Heading south (away from downtown Rome), past the Tomb of Cecilia Metella, you’ll find the best-preserved part of the Appian Way—quieter, less touristed, and lined with cypresses, pines, and crumbling tombs. It’s all downhill after the first few hundred yards. On a bike, you’ll travel over lots of rough paving stones (or dirt sidewalks) for about 30 minutes to reach a big pyramid-shaped ruin on its tiny base, and then five minutes more to the back side of the Villa dei Quintili.

GOLD IS THE BEST THING THERE IS.

Lin­guists have a name for a state­ment with a seem­ingly inevitable des­ti­na­tion that ends up some­where else: a gar­den path sen­tence. It’s typ­i­cal in com­edy, as in a mil­lion Grou­cho Marx lines: “Out­side of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.” This device is also called a “para­pros­dokian,” which means “con­trary to expec­ta­tion,” though there is some con­tro­versy over whether this is really a term from clas­si­cal rhetoric or a mod­ern neologism.

Ti si moje secanje na bolje dane.

It says somethin’ about my wife being used for in-ves-ti-gational purposes,” he said, spelling it out slowly. “What’s that mean?” “It means that since we’re dealing with a new product, I’m required to obtain the consent of Mrs. Hernandez before we can start,” he said. “Don’t worry. What it means is that Mrs. Hernandez will have very good care while she’s in the program, including free monthly checkups.” Doubt clouded Hernandez’s eyes, but he pursed his lips and began reading again. Winkelstein nodded thoughtfully to himself. He had long ago learned never to use the word experimental around a patient. For some reason they often took fright.

The best way ti get the best out of people is to trust them with your eyes open

E ti dirò di più: è anche possibile che per un certo periodo io sia stato malato davvero: malato di solitudine, come il Brutto Anatroccolo, o come l'uomo di Neanderthal ritto e imberbe in un mondo di uomini di Cro-Magnon; così malato che ho persino deciso di esplorare il resto del pianeta per cercare altri cigni. Ma ho scoperto che i cigni non esistono, o al massimo ce ne sono uno o due ogni cento anatre, qui come a Giacarta. È stata dura da accettare, ma alla fine mi sono abituato all'idea. Da allora preferisco isolarmi da questo mondo che avete inventato così male.

You have to come for dinner soon. Alana seems to have perfected this insane braised chicken with chorizo and chickpeas that is perfect for this weather," he says, bragging about his wife. Alana is a terrific chef, best known for her role assisting Patrick Conlon on Master Chef Battle, and her own new show, Abundance, both staples on my TiVo. I've known her since I catered a cocktail party for her former boss Maria De Costa, the talk show host, about fifteen years ago, and we have stayed in casual touch ever since. When she moved into the neighborhood, we got a little closer, but since Aimee got sick I haven't been as good about staying in touch. But considering that was around the time she met RJ, she's been too really busy to notice.

He knew Kerry well enough to know that had he turned right back around, apologized, asked her to forgive the knee-jerk reaction, she very likely would have, chalking it up to the stress of the moment. But he hadn’t done that. And now the deed had been done, and Kerry had made it clear she respected his choice with her silence. So, hard as ti was, maybe it was for the best, and he should respect her choice, too. But she hadn’t been silent with Sadie. He knew the two were talking, though Sadie wasn’t more forthcoming than that about the nature or content of their e-mail and messaging conversations, other than to make it clear she thought all three men in her family were idiots. And she likely had a point.

Cuenta una historia «La gente no quiere más información. Están hasta las cejas de información. Lo que quieren es creer, creer en ti, en tus objetivos, en tu éxito, en la historia que les cuentas.» Annette Simmons (autora de Whoever Tells the Best Story Wins)

Sei la mia migliore amica, il meglio di me, e non riesco a immaginare di rinunciare di nuovo a te." [...] "Forse non capisci, ma ti ho dato la parte migliore di me, e dopo che te ne sei andata niente è più stato come prima." [...] "So che hai paura, ho paura anch'io. Ma se lasciamo che tutto questo finisca, se fingiamo che non sia mai accaduto, non sono sicuro che ci verrà data un'alta occasione." [...] "Siamo ancora giovani. Abbiamo ancora tempo per ricominciare come si deve.

You called for poems about twilight. Each twilight now brings memories of the soft blue dress you wore...that day in the palace when you read and judged them. If mine was judged the best...you see, there was a vision of you, a vision in blue veils, in the blue dawn when I could not sleep. So I got up from bed and wrote the poem for you... But you slept on unknowing in that early dawn. You did not peep out from the jade flower pavilion to see roses blooming in the sky above the palace. In that same palace once for love of her, Wou-Ti made Empress a lovely dancing-girl like you.

You called for poems about twilight. Each twilight now brings memories of the soft blue dress you wore...that day in the palace when you read and judged them. If mine was judged the best...you see, there was a vision of you, a vision in blue veils, in the blue dawn when I could not sleep. So I got up from bed and wrote the poem for you... But you slept on unknowing in that early dawn. You did not peep out from the jade flower pavilion to see roses blooming in the sky above the palace. In that same palace once, for love of her, Wou-Ti made Empress a lovely dancing-girl like you.

It’s impossible to hum while holding your nose.” Of course, we tested and confirmed the random fact to be true while pinching our noses and giving it our best shot.

Photography is a classic interest of the INTP, which depends strongly on the Si – Ne combination, as well as on Ti for attention to technical detail. Landscape photography, for example, is the art of conveying a sense of mood/atmosphere to the viewer (Si). The correct employment of lenses, filters etc. brings out the Ti core, while the enjoyment of seeing the world as an fascinating varied object to be observed and captured in the best possible way brings out the Ne-Ti architect.

Vorrei parlarle del fatto che niente resta mai allo stesso modo nonostante tu ti impegni tantissimo. Vorrei parlarle del fatto che quando i genitori muoiono lasciano un buco attraverso il quale puoi sentire il freddo dello spazio profondo.

...Pensa che tu sia intrappolato nella ricerca infantile dell’affetto che ti è stato negato da piccolo perché eri il fratello “normale” che veniva ignorato tutto il tempo, e che questo ti ha riempito di tutta una serie di schifosi comportamenti aggressivi che tu non riesci ad ammettere.