Tic For Tac Quotes

Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting for the next x or o.

You own a Tic Tac. Gum is just borrowed. - Esther

Xs and Os Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

This is the Modern Man, who cannot save himself but wants to save the world. He is the Wise who knows not. And his footsteps on the road click tic-tac, tic-tac

Cada (tic-tac) es un segundo de la vida que pasa, huye, y no se repite. Y hay en ella tanta intensidad, tanto interés, que el problema es sólo saberla vivir. Que cada quien lo resuelva como pueda.

After the dress rehearsal that afternoon, someone had misplaced the vial of poison, and for lack of better, Romeo would have to commit suicide by eating Tic Tacs.

When my trust was suspended from the fragile thread of justice and in the whole city they were chopping up my heart's lanterns when they would blindfold me with the dark handkerchief of Law and from my anxious temples of desire fountains of blood would squirt out when my life had become nothing nothing but the tic-tac of a clock, I discovered I must must must love, insanely.

What I really needed wasn't a dose of school spirit; it was a glass of water, an aspirin the size of my fist, and the answers to the history exam that I hadn't studied for the night before. "As long as I'm dreaming," I muttered, my words lost to the cacophony of the gym, "I'd also like a pony, a convertible, and a couple of friends." "That's a tall order." I'd known that there were people sitting next to me, but I couldn't begin to imagine how one of them had heard me. I hadn't even heard me. "Would you settle for a piece of gum, an orange Tic Tac, and an introduction the the school slut?

Sitting at his desk Remy filled out two forms and then played a few games of Tic-Tac-Toe against himself. Playing the “X’s”, he lost a seven game tournament four games to one.

Mort drove one of those little hybrid cars that, when not running on gasoline, was fueled by idealism. It was made out of crepe paper and duct tape and boasted a computer system that looked like it could have run the NYSE and NORAD, with enough attention left over to play tic-tac-toe. Or possibly Global Thermonuclear War.

It was nothing. We played tic-tac-toe for a while. You know we do that sometimes." "Oh, I know," Teagan says. "Okay, how did you make that sound like we were rolling around ripping off each other's clothes?

That's when Poppy kissed me. I didn't have time to get ready. She just kissed me there and then, right on the lips. It felt lovely. I wasn't even scared this time. It was warm and not too wet. I didn't get any tongue. Her breath smelled like Orange Tic Tacs.

Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs.

Trentaine : Les hommes sont en position de pouvoir. Je pense sincèrement que la trentaine est l’âge le pire pour une femme côté rencontres : le tic-tac de l’horloge biologique très injuste se fait entendre de plus en plus fort.

I have a problem with a fuck like you messing with my girl!” He raised his voice. “Please get a tic-tac.

Il bastardo la umiliò ancor di più con un mezzo sorriso che non raggiunse gli occhi gelidi. Indietreggiò e fece per lasciare la stanza, per poi lanciarmi un ultimo sguardo provocatorio. «Tic tac, Ale».

The baby hadn’t cried or wanted food, which was good because all I had were a few Tic Tacs and a can of Red Bull.

There, I saw Adam messing around with a container of tic tacs. I had found the source of the cinnamon taste of his kisses. He looked up. "Want one?" he offered. "Sure, thanks," I replied. He proceeded to knock exactly one tic tac into his palm and hand it to me. "Are you sure you can spare this?" I asked solemnly. "How many did you want?" "Well, more than one. Who gives somebody one tic tac? Would it kill to be a little more generous? some psychologist somewhere probably has some theory about one tic tac givers and fear of commitment." "Fear of commitment, my ass. You should be committed, you loon. If you were intended to have more than one tic tac, they would have just made tic tacs bigger. This is regulation sized tic tac, and it should be more than enough to satisfy your breath freshening needs," he said, sounding affronted. "A tic tac is not merely a breath freshener, it is a candy," I pointed out, voice rising in anger. Who was he calling a loon? "And they make them small on purpose, so you'll think you're getting more, and so you'll run out faster when someone asks for one, and you will give them a few!" "Why would someone ask for A tic tac when they really wanted several tic tacs? What does that say about their psychology?! Why not be honest from the get-go about what you want?!" he shouted back at me. " I didn't ask for one! You offered me one, God damn it!" "And as for your other points, it is primarily a breath freshener, and maybe you should alert the media about your great tic tac size conspiracy!" "I can't believe we're fighting about motherfucking tic tacs!" I screamed and the two of us glowered each other across my desk for several seconds before smiles slowly appeared on both of our faces. "Want to have make-up sex?" he asked. "Yeah, let's go," I said, getting up and heading for the bedroom.

Mort drove one of those little hybrid cars that, when not running on gasoline, was fueled by idealism. It was made out of crepe paper and duct tape and boasted a computer system that looked like it could have run the NYSE and NORAD, with enough attention left over to play tic-tac-toe. Or possibly Global Thermonuclear War.

Flamers play chess, trolls poop on tic-tac-toe boards.

Un mundo que funciona como un reloj puesto en hora: un mundo de metal y marchas, y de gente que avanza, tic, tac, tic, hacia la muerte

Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

Who knows why we tic tac? ...there's more to it than a desire to irritate.

Yo momma's breath smells so bad I don't know if I should give her a Tic Tac or a piece of toilet paper. Yo

Man with Brain the Size of Tic Tac Mates with Amoeba Couple gives birth to giant adjusto; names him Dale

Tic Tacs you actually swallow, though,” Esther pointed out. “You own a Tic Tac. Gum is just borrowed.

Once she got a grip on it, it was a death grip, and I would sooner go into her purse looking for Tic Tacs than try to get it away from her.

Countless doctors have drawn little tic-tac-toe grids for my parents over the years to try to explain the genetic lottery to them. Geneticists

Thanks. The women folk are downstairs. I would like to have your fiancé here join the other guys up in my man cave, where we can drink some good scotch and smoke a celebratory cigar in his honor," cam said patting Adam on the back. "Great," I said rolling my eyes at Adam. "I hope you brought your Tic Tacs." "As a matter of fact I did." He smirked. "Would you like one?" "No thanks. I know how precious they are to you." I smiled back.

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.

From the smoking section came a trio of wise men dressed as wise guys in Adidas tracksuits. They carried gifts of Goldschläger, Tic Tacs, and Skoal, and they stood there stupidly, staring at my wife writhing on the floor by the foosball table.

I gladly gave my aunt the privilege of scraping off all gum so my job wasn’t as interesting or horrifying. I did find a few more menu drawings--a baby’s scribble, an elaborate tic-tac-toe board, and some stretched out stick figures that made me miss Addie again.

He’s gay, he’s single, he owns his own business. He lives in a cute-as-hell cabin-type house. He’s sweet and funny, and Liv, I don’t think you understand. He even named his dog Chutney from Legally Blonde. And he has little shoes for her so she can walk in the snow.

Le temps passe. Y compris quand cela semble impossible. Y compris quand chaque tic-tac de la grande aiguille est aussi douloureux que les pulsations du sang sous un hématome. Il s’écoule de manière inégale, rythmé par des embardées étranges et des répits soporifiques, mais il passe. Même pour moi.

I’ve seen the war criminal reformed because he gave the wife, of the person, who didn’t prosecute him, a mint at a funeral. I think if only Heinrich Himmler had carried Tic Tacs in his pocket all would have been forgiven. Bad paintings help humanize you even when you’re legacy rests on a pyre of bones.

Nine balls of julienned vegetables sit above a dense chicken vinaigrette. The plate looks like a game of noughts and crosses (tic-tac-toe). The table is bathed in a cloud of chicken vapour with a few sprays of eau-de-cologne of roasted chicken. In this way the chicken is everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Quand un bon vin meuble mon estomac Je suis plus savant que Balzac —Plus sage que Pibrac; Mon brass seul faisant l’attaque De la nation Coseaque, La mettroit au sac; De Charon je passerois le lac En dormant dans son bac, J’irois au fier Eac, Sans que mon coeur fit tic ni tac, Premmer du tabac. —French Vaudeville

Do you remember when we popped tic-tacs and altoids when we were sixteen like they were prescriptions for broken hearts and pulled muscles? Do you remember the time we filled whole notebooks with poetry about all the ones we knew would leave? Do you remember the candle in your outdoor shed and the whispers we shared when everything felt empty and everyone felt distant? Do you remember me?

Pero si un día no vienes después del desayuno, si un día te veo a través de cualquier espejo buscando, quizá, a otro, si el teléfono suena y suena en tu habitación vacía, entonces, después de indecibles angustias, entonces porque la locura del corazón humano no tiene límites- buscaré y encontraré un tú como el tuyo. Entretanto, borremos de un golpe el tic-tac del reloj del tiempo. Acércate más

I can always win in Tic Tac toe for example one strategy can be used serveral times and one moment he will find that I'm using this strategy and in the other day he will forgot aobut this and I just repeat the same - But from this point of view it's kind a useless and taking time. I want to find new path ways, the same is with chess I can win always the same way but one moment it come the rule or the thought - hey I want this to return and I will give you to return. I hate this moment it's kind a noobish or kind a bot way!

A good assistant is someone with good time management skills, good communication skills, and the ability to balance a lot of very different tasks at the same time,’ I replied with well-earned confidence. ‘But the difference between a good assistant and a brilliant assistant is the ability to anticipate potential problems before they arise. You’ve got to be prepared for whatever comes at you when the job turns out to be equal parts assistant, therapist, and best friend, but still know your boundaries. And you should always have mints. I’ve basically got stock in Tic Tacs.

Most young children can’t read, and if they can, it’s mostly words like “dog” and “go.” But Madeline had been reading since age three and, now, at age five, was already through most of Dickens. Madeline was that kind of child—the kind who could hum a Bach concerto but couldn’t tie her own shoes; who could explain the earth’s rotation but stumbled at tic-tac-toe. And that was the problem. Because while musical prodigies are always celebrated, early readers aren’t. And that’s because early readers are only good at something others will eventually be good at, too. So being first isn’t special—it’s just annoying.

This is for women whose purses are a morass of loose Tic Tacs, solitary Advils, lipsticks without tops, ChapSticks of unknown vintage, little bits of tobacco even though there has been no smoking going on for at least ten years, tampons that have come loose from their wrappings, English coins from a trip to London last October, boarding passes from long-forgotten airplane trips, hotel keys from God-knows-what hotel, leaky ballpoint pens, Kleenexes that either have or have not been used but there’s no way to be sure one way or another, scratched eyeglasses, an old tea bag, several crumpled personal checks that have come loose from the checkbook and are covered with smudge marks, and an unprotected toothbrush that looks as if it has been used to polish silver.

And at the risk of sounding like Andy Rooney on Sixty Minutes, have you ever wondered why we say fiddle-faddle and not faddle- fiddle? Why is it ping-pong and pitter-patter rather than pong-ping and patter-pitter? Why dribs and drabs, rather than vice versa? Why can't a kitchen be span and spic? Whence riff-raff, mish-mash, flim-flam, chit-chat, tit for tat, knick-knack, zig-zag, sing-song, ding-dong, King Kong, criss-cross, shilly-shally, see-saw, hee-haw, flip-flop, hippity-hop, tick-tock, tic-tac-toe, eeny-meeny-miney-moe, bric-a-brac, clickety-clack, hickory-dickory-dock, kit and kaboodle, and bibbity-bobbity-boo? The answer is that the vowels for which the tongue is high and in the front always come before the vowels for which the tongue is low and in the back.

Primer of Love [Lesson 40] Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else. ~ Margaret Mead Lesson 40) Lovingly celebrate your partner's peculiarities. You were brought up by two totally different dysfunctional families. No two sets of alcoholic parents are alike. You each come with your own tics, tacs and oddities. Lovingly accept these differences as aspects of your lover's uniqueness. An aspect is just the other side of the coin of some quality you already love about them. For instance is he barks whenever he urinates, this is simply an aspect of his need to guard over you and protect you from own worst enemy * yourself. If she yells out the name of a previous lover during an orgasm, this is just another aspect ofah, fuck it! * put the down pillow on her sorry face and suffocate the bitch.

Marlboro Man opened the passenger door of the semi and allowed me to climb out in front of him, while Tim exited the driver-side door to see us off. That wasn’t so bad, I thought as I made my way down the steps. Aside from the manicure remark and my sweating problem, meeting Marlboro Man’s brother had gone remarkably well. I looked okay that evening, had managed a couple of witty remarks, and had worn just the right clothing to conceal my nervousness. Life was good. Then, because the Gods of Embarrassment seemed hell-bent on making me look bad, I lost my balance on the last step, hooking the heel of my stupid black boots on the grate of the step and awkwardly grabbing the handlebar to save myself from falling to my death onto the gravel driveway below. But though I stopped myself from wiping out, my purse flew off my arm and landed, facedown, on Tim’s driveway, violently spilling its contents all over the gravel. Only a woman can know the dreaded feeling of spilling her purse in the company of men. Suddenly my soul was everywhere, laid bare for Marlboro Man and his brother to see: year-old lip gloss, a leaky pen, wadded gum wrappers, and a hairbrush loaded up with hundreds, if not thousands, of my stringy auburn hairs. And men don’t understand wads of long hair--for all they knew, I had some kind of follicular disorder and was going bald. There were no feminine products, but there was a package of dental floss, with a messy, eight-inch piece dangling from the opening and blowing in the wind. And there were Tic Tacs. Lots and lots of Tic Tacs. Orange ones. Then there was the money. Loose ones and fives and tens and twenties that had been neatly folded together and tucked into a pocket inside my purse were now blowing wildly around Tim’s driveway, swept away by the strengthening wind from an approaching storm. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the horror of watching Marlboro Man, my new love, and his brother, Tim, whom I’d just met, chivalrously dart around Tim’s driveway, trying valiantly to save my wayward dollars, all because I couldn’t keep my balance on the steps of their shiny new semi. I left my car at Tim’s for the evening, and when we pulled away in Marlboro Man’s pickup, I stared out the window, shaking my head and apologizing for being such a colossal dork. When we got to the highway, Marlboro Man glanced at me as he made a right-hand turn. “Yeah,” he said, consoling me. “But you’re my dork.

Nonna had looked up from her game of tic-tac-toe with my sister and sighed. “Finally, some entertainment.

Cucarachas Existían momentos efímeros de tregua en los que se podía ser feliz. No eran algo demasiado común, ni algo que se alargase demasiado. Ni tampoco era algo de lo que la mayor parte de las personas pudiesen disfrutar. Era (es) un derecho reservado únicamente a un puñado de seres, llamémosles privilegiados, que saben sonreír en medio de la tempestad y carecen de temor al sufrimiento. Y, además, obvian la muerte como si nunca hubiera estado ahí. ¿Es posible, pues, gozar de la existencia mortal, efímera, condenada a su extinción, ignorando el destino irremediable hacia el que se camina, definido por el final absoluto del todo? El tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac que todos, todos, todos llevamos dentro. Como una maldición hiriente, que nos desangra poco a poco, que va abriendo nuestras heridas, brotando de ella segundos, minutos, horas de vida. Presente en cada acción de nuestra vida, que llamamos cotidiana, es el tufillo constante que sufrimos por el simple y mero hecho de existir. Nos creemos grandes y no somos ni tan siquiera cucarachas. Cucarachas. Cucarachas.

yak tak tic tac lick my sick dick cuz im slick or i'll flick ur nose yak on my kayak with my sack. Have a heart attack but I got ur back jack. My shoes go click clack. Gag reflex makes me hack. Jack is a quarterback also an insomniac. He had an anxiety hack but he loves lilac. His teeth covered in plaque. Playing poker? Nah, he like black jack. Friends with Zach. It's Jack the Jack he loves tic tacs.

Ever wished you were unbeatable in Tic-Tac-Toe? You have JUST discovered the way! Imagine the expression on your friends’ face when, every time you play Tic-Tac-Toe together, they just can’t beat you! Even when you play 10, 20 or 50 rounds in a row.

o tempo marca o exato momento em que você me deixou e já faz 8 dias 46 minutos 38 segundos e tic tac e eu ainda estou no mesmo lugar

Early around here doesn’t matter, because everyone is up fucking at the crack ass of dawn because they’ve been popping out kids like Tic-Tacs since they met four years ago, and from what I can tell, kids do not believe in sleep.

Driving in a different country, on the wrong side of the car, on the wrong side of the road, honestly couldn’t be too hard. People did it all the time.

Then something big and dark and remarkably bear-shaped tapped on my driver’s window and scared the ever-loving shite out of me so bad, I let out a high-pitched scream of terror, and I swear to God, I almost peed a little. Chapter Two Reynold Brooks “Are you sure?

So I apologised to Diane Keaton and watched Hugh Jackman in the movie Australia instead.

«La grande avventura della nostra vita. Che cosa significa morire quando si può vivere fino alla fine del mondo? E che cos'è la "fine del mondo", se non un modo di dire, perché chi sa anche soltanto cos'è il mondo stesso? Ormai ho già vissuto due secoli e ho visto le illusioni dell'uno completamente distrutte dall'altro, sono stato eternamente giovane ed eternamente vecchio, senza possedere illusioni, vivendo attimo per attimo come un orologio d'argento che batte nel vuoto: il quadrante dipinto, le lancette intagliate, che nessuno guarda, e che non guardano nessuno, illuminate da una luce che non era luce, come la luce alla quale Dio creò il mondo prima di aver creato la luce. Tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, la precisione dell'orologio, in una stanza vasta come l'universo.»

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I feel like I landed in a Hallmark movie or something. Scenic mountains, small town, snowstorm, rescued by the handsome stranger who also happens to have the local hardware store.

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Eso es lo que más recuerdo. Ethel hablando y el reloj haciendo tic tac. Y su voz cuando me hablaba de Madame Fernande o sobre su padre, que tenía una farmacia, y de que ella era toda una señora. Una señora... algunas palabras tienen un cuello largo y delgado que te gustaría estrangular.

Difícil escribir te quiero con locura. Hasta la misma médula. ¿Que será de mis manos si le robas la magia sonora de tu cuerpo? Difícil. Muy difícil un poema de amor en estos tiempos. Resulta que tú estás. Feroz en tu evidencia. Resulta que yo estoy. Contrahecha. Acechante. Y resulta que estamos. La ley de gravedad no nos perdona. Difícil es decir te quiero en estos tiempos. Te quiero con urgencia. Quiero hacer un aparte. Sin dudas y sin trampas. Para decir te quiero. Así. Sencillamente. Y que tu amor me salva del aullido nocturno cuando loba demente la fiebre me arrebata. No quiero me duela la falta de ternura. Pero amor. Que difícil escribir que te quiero. Así. Entre tanto gris. Tanta concorva junta. Cómo puedo aspirar la transparencia. Retomar esta voz tan desgastada. Esta costumbre antigua para decir te quiero. Así. Sencillamente. Antiguamente. Digo. Si todo es tan difícil. Si duele tanto todo. Si un hombre. Y otro hombre. Destrozan los espacios donde el amor se guarda. Si no fuera difícil. Difícil y tremendo. Si no fuera imposible olvidar esta rabia. Mi reloj. Su tic-tac. La ruta hacia el cadalso. Mi sentencia ridícula con esta cuerda falsa. Si no fuera difícil. Difícil y tremendo. Plasmaria este verso con su cadencia cursi. Si fuera a´si de simple escribir que te quiero

Ella no se negó. Regresó a mi lado, pero inundó mi vida de una presencia tan vacua como la de un mueble. Al menos en el reloj del salón-comedor late un corazón a cada segundo: tic, tac, tic, tac.

- Fuggi, finché hai aria nei polmoni e sangue nelle vene e possiedi ancora la tua mente e la tua anima - - Io non scappo – disse Coraline – I miei genitori ce li ha lei. E io sono venuta a riprendermeli - - Ah, ma lei ti terrà qui finché i giorni non diventeranno polvere, le foglie cadranno e gli anni passeranno uno dopo l’altro come il tic-tac tic-tac di un orologio - - No – disse Coraline – Non lo farà.

Una lezione ha un denominatore comune che ci lega l'uno all'altro come in una catena. In fondo alla catena è appeso un orologio che segna lo scorrere del tempo. Udiamo il tic tac attutito che spezza il silenzio e spesso lo vediamo, ma non lo ascoltiamo. Ogni secondo lascia un segno nella vita di ciascuno; arriva e se ne va, svanendo senza squilli di tromba, disperdendosi nell'aria come come il fumo che si leva da un dolce di Natale appena sfornato. Il tempo ci riscalda e, quando è finito, ci lascia al freddo. E' più prezioso dell'oro, dei diamanti, più prezioso del petrolio o di qualsiasi tesoro. Il tempo non ci basta mai; il tempo crea conflitti nei nostri cuori e quindi dobbiamo usarlo saggiamente. Non possiamo impacchettarlo, mettergli un fiocco e lasciarlo sotto l'albero per la mattina di Natale. Non possiamo regalare il tempo, ma possiamo condividerlo

Back in college. I traded my soul away to some kid I worked with. For a Tic-Tac. Wrote 'This is my soul' on an old receipt, signed it, and gave it to him.

The man, his feet tip-tapping softly on the stairs, hated it. He avoided the Index like a gambling addict avoids the tic-tac-tac of the dice table; but, like an addict, he was always, always aware of it: of the pull of the Books, and the darkness, and the silence.

When you attempt to change, if you’re part of the 92%, this happens: 1. You decide to change. 2. You are scared of the change, but determined to do it. 3. You start. 4. You hit a wall. 5. You stop your new action and fail to achieve change. This almost always happens at the beginning. You don’t really know what to do; you lack skills and/or knowledge. You are destined to struggle at first. After the first failure, your doubts awaken anxiousness. You try again, you fail again. Your doubts get stronger, your resolve weakens. You lose your enthusiasm for the change, and your efforts from this point are half-hearted. Half-hearted attempts have even less likelihood of succeeding, so you fail again and your negative attitude is reinforced. The problem is that you expected significant results too soon. That’s the curse of instant gratification at work. It’s completely unrealistic to expect a visible change in your body shape two weeks after starting a new diet. If it’s a balanced diet, not some Tic-Tac hardcore regime (only two calories), you can reasonably expect to lose maybe four pounds. Two is more realistic. Let’s say three on average. Even if you are a skinny fellow like me, three pounds is just 2% of your body weight. That loss will be almost invisible. That result may not seem enough for the effort you are making. Well, it is actually a great result. If you keep that pace, you would lose 78 pounds in a year. That’s visible even on obese people. However, you’ve set your internal evaluating mechanism to expect much more in a shorter time. You had the picture of your skinny bikini or 6-pack self in your mind, but all you see in the mirror is your same old flabby self. What is more, you’ll usually take intensive action when you begin something. You’re keen! You want results! You use this initial enthusiasm to apply massive effort. A very restrictive diet! A lot of exercises! It’s no wonder that after two weeks of such hard work you decide (at least subconsciously) that it’s not worth it. Do you see what’s happening?

I had to brush my teeth in the car with a stick of gum and a tic-tac I found.

see my pinky see my thumb see my fist u better run hold on wait come back u need a tic tac im sorry to be mean but u need some listerine

Among the significant early crash retrievals was one deceased nonhuman body recovered in December 1950 in Ciudad Acuña, Mexico, across the Rio Grande from Del Rio, Texas. Again, in 1989, four deceased nonhumans were also allegedly recovered from a crash of a large Tic Tac in Kazakhstan, Soviet Union.

to practice the strategies of this book is to play Tic-Tac-Toe online, against

Dear Russell, Please don’t fall in love with Mrs. Smith’s niece. I— Caleb’s dash crossed the entire page. Then he filled up the rest of the sheet with doodles, drawing stars and spirals and little tic-tac-toe boards. I love you, he wrote at the bottom, in tiny letters. I want to be with you. I want you to wait for me till I’m ready, and I can’t ask because for all I know you’d be waiting till doomsday, because I don’t know how to accept He wrote a series of dashes. He scribbled some more stars. He flipped over the page, and wrote on the back: that you might leave me. That it might not last. And also that it might last, it might be real, it might be something I have to tell my parents about one day, I might have to choose you over the entire rest of the world. That I might choose you over the entire rest of the world, and you might change your mind. He could not look at it anymore. He flipped the paper back over, and wrote one more sentence among the scattered stars. But I am going to try.

Restée seule, Kazu contempla la femme en blanc qui lisait son livre en silence. -Pardonne-moi, maman, je ne suis pas encore..., chuchota-t-elle soudain. Tout autour d'elle, le tic-tac des pendules continuait de retentir, assourdissant. Encore... Et encore...

Restée seule, Kazu contempla la femme en blanc qui lisait son livre en silence. - Pardonne-moi, maman, je ne suis pas encore..., chuchota-t-elle soudain. Tout autour d'elle, le tic-tac des pendules continuait, assourdissant. Encore... Et encore...

The purpose of this experiment as George Kelly put it is “…to realize here and now that our innermost personality is something we create as we go along rather than something we discover lurking in our insides or imposed upon [us] from without.” (George Kelly, Fixed-Role Therapy) As we attempt this experiment we will slip out of character from time to time, but the important thing is to return to acting as our second self as quickly as possible. To help us at these crucial moments we may find it useful to devise a ritual which symbolizes and facilitates our transformation into our second self. Todd Herman, author of the Alter Ego Effect and a peak performance coach, cautions that this technique will only work if the ritualized actions we select are performed exclusively when we need to activate the transition into our second self. One example of a ritual that Herman recommends is to carry around a box of Tic Tacs and to pop one each time we need to get back into character.

Stau in linistea bucatariei si nu-mi tine companie decat ticaitul monoton al ceasului. E un sunet ciudat de linistitor. Ma gandesc uneori la asta, la numarul tot mai mare de ceasuri zgomotoase din lume, fiecare dintre ele marcand necontenit lipsa noastra de timp. Ar trebui sa fim ingroziti de ele, si totusi tic-tac-ul lor repetitiv ne alina sufletul.

GEMÜTLICH Gemütlich –un mot allemand– Traduit, il pâlit. Agréable ? Intime ? Débonnaire ? Commode ? Ce n'est pas comme en allemand. Gemütlich –brise-bise, fleurs Et serviettes en dentelle. Le tic-tac de la vieille horloge, Dans les tasses, le café. Gemütlich –après une marche virile Par vent et brouillard, Se retrouver chez soi, Dans la forteresse. Ils t'ont conmmandé. Tu leur as obéi. Ici tu es le Maître. Canari, chien, épouse se taisent. Tu fais ton somme… Gemütlich –le petit cimetière Sur la colline, Avec les anges et les vieux saules, Traversé par la lumière. Tu entends le tic-tac de l'horloge, Le bourg est proche. Au marché on démonte les étalages Dans l'annonce du crépuscule. ...................................................; Je parcours les villes allemandes Et me secoue Une pensée –pour ceux qui dorment perdus, En un autre pays. Sous un ciel étranger, ils ont fondu, Terrassés sous la botte. Aujourd'hui, sur la tombe, seul le vent étranger Et la menthe amère. Leur sommeil est mauvais, sous les mottes froides, Et ils n'ont pas de masure, Et ils n'ont pas de canari aux fenêtres, Pas de brise-bise. Ils ont conmandé. Ils ont obéi. Ils sont allés loin. Ils ont tué. Ils sont entrés Eux aussi dans la mort. Gemütlich –une peinture de genre Comme une faïence. La lumière vacille sur les tasses, Sur la vitre, sur le loquet. La femme moud le café. L'horloge frappe. Dans l'émail blanc passent de grandes ombres Ensanglantées.

I Lochs si estendono da una collina all'altra e misurano in modo sempre più palpabile la lontananza verso cui mi spingo. Arthur russa come una locomotiva a vapore. Anna e Luna dondolano la testa. Sembrano due sorelle siamesi. Il tic tac del mio orologio risuona nel silenzio della notte. Mi rendo conto che tutto questo piccolo mondo ripartirà senza di me.

In the meantime Greene was offered a job by the British American Tobacco Company in China. Days before he was to sail, a fellow employee told him that they would be able to play noughts and crosses (tic-tac-toe) all the way to China. He promptly resigned rather than face this prospect.

Whether you build a computer out of transistors, hydraulic valves, or a chemistry set, the principles on which it operates are much the same. The key idea of the tic-tac-toe machine is that the And function is implemented by connecting two switches in series and the Or function is implemented by connecting two switches in parallel, but there are many other ways to implement And and Or.

Computation is about performing tasks that seem to be complex (like winning a game of tic-tac-toe) by breaking them down into simple operations (like closing a switch).

These simple patterns of serial and parallel wiring can be used in combinations to form connections that follow various logical rules. In the tic-tac-toe machine, chains of switches connected in series are used to detect patterns, and these chains are connected in parallel to lights, so that several patterns can light the same bulb—that is, produce the same response from the machine.

I got behind the wheel and looked over at Lula. “Are you okay?” “I didn’t have any antihistamine, but I found some Tic Tacs. I think they’re helping.” “Do you want to go to the ER?” “No. I’m starting to feel better. I’m just gonna roll my window down and get some air.” “Maybe you had a panic attack.” “No way. People of my persuasion don’t get panic attacks,” Lula said. “What’s your persuasion?” “I’m big and bold. I used to be Presbyterian, but I decided to change over when I was in high school.” “So big and bold is like a religion?” “You bet your ass,” Lula said. “It’s a belief, you see what I’m saying?” “What about God?” “I’m pretty sure he’s big and bold,” Lula said. “He’d have to be in order to take care of the universe, not to mention everything else that’s going on.

A game,” he wrote, “may be as integral to a culture, as true an object of aesthetic appreciation, as admirable a product of human creativity as a folk art or a style of music; and, as such, it is quite as worthy of study.

si no es ahora, ahora que la justicia tiene menos, infinitamente menos categoría que el estiércol; si no es ahora… ¿cuándo se pierde el juicio? Respondedme, loqueros, ¿cuándo se quiebra y salta roto en mil pedazos el mecanismo del cerebro? Ya no hay locos, amigos, ya no hay locos. Se murió aquel manchego, aquel estrafalario fantasma del desierto y… ¡Ni en España hay locos! ¡Todo el mundo está cuerdo, terrible, monstruosamente cuerdo!… ¡Qué bien marcha el reloj! ¡Qué bien marcha el cerebro! Este reloj…, este cerebro, tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, es un reloj perfecto…, perfecto, ¡perfecto!

#30 “I didn’t have any antihistamine, but I found some Tic Tacs. I think they’re helping.” —Lula

So when you’re dealing in markets, it’s not enough to have your own view, you have to consider what other people think. Neoclassical economics likes to treat humans as deductive processing machines; we can go from general premises to specific conclusions. The trouble is, in all but the simplest situations (think tic-tac-toe), we simply don’t have the computational ability to operate deductively. Indeed, humans tend to be superb pattern recognizers—so good, in fact, that we see patterns where none exist. Toss out rational decision making, and things start to get complicated.

The girl looked over her shoulder. “I’m Tic Tac.” “Nice to meet you. I’m Dakota.

I groaned and placed my head on the table, covering it with my arms. This was going to be even harder than the time I killed that drug lord with a Tic Tac.

As children, our lives are like a game of tic-tac-toe—a game like many that are only possible under rules. Only two letters, never more. We are not allowed to imagine past the threshold of nine boxes. Any goal past achieving three in a row is futile.” —Birds On The Wall

So I don't need to eat my vegetables anymore. I know it looks like a Tic-Tac and taste like a Tic-Tac, but I assure you, it is not a Tic-Tac.

El tiempo seguía su paso, implacable, respirando en todos los corazones, como una bomba con su tic tac.

I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know I’m automatically attracted to beautiful—I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab ’em by the pussy. You can do anything.

Hey, Grace! Guess what? Me and my grampa Frank Miller played games today! And I winned him at Old Maid and at hopping and skipping and Tic-Tac-Toad! And so I am the bestest game winner in the whole world!” That Grace smiled. “Me, too,” she said. “I’m a good game winner, too.” I patted her very nice. “Yeah, only you can’t be as good as me, Grace. ’Cause I said it first, that’s why.” That Grace did a mad face at me. Then she called me the name of beanie head. I patted her again. “You don’t take criticism that well, Grace,” I said. Just then she got out a pencil and paper from her back pack.

No tic-tac: passado e futuro Grades da realidade vigente... Onde sombras lentas, se movem. Prisões do corpo, ilusões da mente!

Los humanos sois defectuosos...Vivís a caballo entre la nostalgia del pasado y el miedo al futuro. Y, al mismo tiempo, obsesionados con eso que llamáis felicidad.

little hybrid cars that, when not running on gasoline, was fueled by idealism. It was made out of crepe paper and duct tape and boasted a computer system that looked like it could have run the NYSE and NORAD, with enough attention left over to play tic-tac-toe. Or possibly Global Thermonuclear War.

YOU WILL LOSE.

Some are easy, Some are hard. Some may feel like the longest yard. But keep on going, Do not stop. One day you will reach the top. And when you're there, Look out below. Give a hand to friend or foe. Help them up, And you will find, That it was you, The entire time.