Tos Quotes

The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That’s the sound of being alive. It’s your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it’s all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can’t-do-this, and can’t-do-that’s, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

The sky is deep, the sky is dark. The light of the stars is o damn stark/When I look up, I fill with fear, if all we have is what lies here, this lonely world, this troubled place, then cold dead stars and empty space...Well, I see no reason to persevere, no reason to laugh or shed a tear, no reason to sleep and none to wake/ No promises to keep and none to make. And so at night I still raise my eyes tos tudy the clear but mysterious skies that arch avove us, cold as stone. Are you there God? Are we alone?

There's more than two to a story -- the doers, the done-tos, and the ones who interpret who's who.

Street people use cardboard all the time, and bum alleys are just shanties or lean-tos, though. They’re nothing like my house! Mine is deluxe! It’s a big, thick, super sturdy refrigerator box that I found at an appliance store!

I may soon be coming to Warren, tos pend the rest of my life with the others...waiting.

Because I figure there's two kinds of people in the world. The ones who do everything that's laid out for them, the supposed-tos, and then there's the people that look above it and do what they want to do. I prefer the latter, but maybe that's just me. A not-supposed to.

Viņas īstā dzīve bija lomas, ko viņa tēloja, viņa jutās dzīvāka, kad iedvesa dzīvību savos tēlos, nēsāja tos sevī, kamēr pati dzīvoja savu parasto dzīvi.

I guess the universe has a way of knocking supposed-tos right on their asses.

La tristeza y la risa terminan entendiéndose como jarabe y tos. Ninguno de los dos es lo bastante fuerte para vencer al otro y al final se resignan a convivir.

Vejur was everything that Spock had ever dreamed of becoming. And yet Vejur was barren! It would never feel pain. Or joy. Or challenge. It was so completely and magnificently logical that its accumulation of knowledge was totally useless.

But no-one came here to live an ordinary life. Despite what our somnambulistic, mythless society society tells us — a place stuffed to the gilders with unawake, unthinking folk ruled by shoulds, oughts and have-tos; people who have no understanding of themselves; individuals afraid to acknowledge, let alone live their dreams — you came here to weave your unique essence and vision into the world, thus rendering it magnificent, both for yourself and others.

If J. K. Rowling had written Harry Potter in Google Docs instead of Microsoft Word, she would have granted Google the worldwide rights to her work, the right to adapt or dramatize all the Muggles as Google saw fit, to say nothing of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Google would have retained the rights to sell her stories to Hollywood studios and to have them performed on stages around the world, as well as own all the translation rights. Had Rowling written her epic novel in Google Docs, she would have granted Google the rights to her $15 billion Harry Potter empire—all because the ToS say so.

Kiekvieną akimirką jaučiame, kad negalime laimės išlaikyti, ir nė nebandome <...> Bet jeigu mes nemėginame sučiupti jos ir suturėti savo šiurkščiomis rankomis, tai gal ji, niekieno nebaidoma, išlieka mūsų akių gilumoje? Gal ji išlieka ten, kol gyvos tos akys?

Niekur nieškok durų į kitokį pasaulį, nes tos durys yra tavyje.

.. visus tos darbs un auglīgā zeme bij padarījuši turīgus

- Es uz kapu vainagiem skatos ļoti nopietni, - Larijs aizrādīja. - Amerikā tos Ziemassvētkos karina uz durvīm. Pieņemu, ka tāpēc, lai atgādinātu - cik labi, ka vēl neesam zem tiem.

Tačiau geri motyvai ne visuomet lemia gerus rezultatus. O prievartavimas nebūtinai turi būti fizinis. Smurtas neapsiriboja matomomis formomis, o žaizdos nebūtinai yra tik tos, kurios iš tikrųjų kraujuoja.

Tuomet mes iš tikrųjų buvome pasiekę dugną - nesakau "prarajos", nes nuo tada patyriau, kad praraja dugno neturi ir kad mes visi galim mušti gylio rekordus, niekada neišsemdami tos įdomios institucijos galimybių.

viņš pārtrauca rakstīt, bet ne sacerēt, stāsti dzīvoja viņā, un viņš tos rakstīja uz iekšu, sev, viņš vairs neredzēja vajadzību likt tos uz papīra un spiest lasīt citiem, katram pašam jāraksta savi stāsti, galu galā.

There are no formulas—no definitive how-tos—for growth in the inner character of Jesus. Such growth is a way of relentless seeking. But there are many things we can do to place ourselves at the disposal of God, and “if with all our hearts we truly seek him, we shall surely find him

Visur mes ieškome savęs. Mums patinka tik tos knygos, kuriose randame užfiksuotą savo pačių pasaulio viziją arba išgyvenimą, pasaulį, kurį mes patys būtumėm norėję sukurti ir jame gyventi, tai, ką mes būtumėm norėję pasakyti, dalintis su kitais. Mums patinka tik tokie paveikslai, kuriuos mes norėtumėm būti nutapę, tik tokia muzika, kurią mes norėtumėm būti sukomponavę. Dėl to dabar aš „norėčiau“ būti parašęs Stendhalio La Chartreuse de Varme, Tolstojaus Anna Karenina, Prousto A la recherche du temps perdu, Th. Manno Der Tod in Venedig ir Der Zauberberg; sukomponavęs Vivaldi I quattro staggioni, Mozarto Koncertą klarnetui A-Dur (K. 622), Kvintetus G-Moll ir D-Dur (K. 516, 593), nebaigtas Mišias C-Moll (K. 427), Ravelio Le Tombeau de Couperin; nutapęs Watteau L’Enseigne de Geisaint, G. de la Tour (de la Tur) La nativité, kai kuriuos Chardino natiurmortus, Renoiro Le Sentier a travers les champs, Soutine’o Jour de vent à Auxerre. Bet nenorėčiau būti niekieno poezijos autorius.

When taking Spock to see the spores, Leila comments, "It's not much further." having been beaten about the head severely on the difference between "further" and "farther," I believe I can say with some trembling confidence that she should say, "it's not much farther." "Further" means "to a greater extent or degree" whereas "farther" means "to a greater distance." (I know this is really picky, but hey, that's my business.)

- Nepavydėk man, Auksaburni. Nėra tos ramybės, kurią tu įsivaizduoji. Ramybės esama, tai tiesa, tačiau ne tokios, kuri nuolat glūdėtų mumyse ir neapleistų. Yra tiktai tokia, dėl kurios nuolatos be perstogės kauniesi ir diena po dienos turi išsikovoti. Tu nematai manęs kaunantis, tu nežinai mano kovų studijų metu, tu nežinai mano kovų maldos celėje. Ir gerai, kad nežinai. Tu tik matai, kad aš mažiau priklausomas nuo nuotaikų, ir laikai tai ramybe. Tačiau tai kova, kova ir aukojimasis kaip kiekviename tikrame gyvenime, kaip ir tavajame.

–Gulp –dijeron la sopa y Manuel en estrecha alianza, rota instantáneamente por un ataque de tos que los proyectó en direcciones opuestas.

Star Trek? Oh, I did my homework. TOS, TNG, DS9. Even Voyager and Enterprise. I watched them all in chronological order. The movies, too. Phasers locked on target.

Vyrai būna užsiėmę, bet berniukai auga ir nelaukia. Sūnūs nori tėvų dėmesio tiksliai iki tos akimirkos, kai tėvai užsinori sūnų dėmesio.

Smulkmenos — tai tos kasdieninio gyvenimo kibirkštys, kurios bet kada gali įžiebti ugnikalnį.

Soy un soñador. Hay en mí tan poca vida real, los momen­tos como éste, como el de ahora, son para mí tan raros que me es imposible no repetirlos en mis sueños. Voy

Kas myli, skleidžia kitam savo vidaus "aš" šviesą tikėdamasis išvysti tos šviesos atspindį.

TOS, TNG, DS9.

El amor, como la tos, no puede disimularse

Ir brīnišķīgi cilvēki, kurus mēs sastopam nepiemērotā brīdī, un ir brīnišķīgi cilvēki, kuri tādi ir tikai tādēļ, ka mēs tos esam sastapuši īstajā brīdī.

Meilė turi pačios sielos savybių. Ji tos pačios prigimties. Kaip ir siela, ji - dieviškoji kibirkštis, kaip ir siela, ji netrūnijanti, nedaloma, nenykstanti. Tai ugninis vidurkis, nemirtingas ir begalinis, kurio mumyse niekas negali apriboti ir niekas negali užgesinti. Jauti jo karštį,perveriantį ligi kaulų smegenų, ir matai jo spinduliavimą, siekiantį dangaus gelmes.

*tos fort "Ai que em moro. Si em moro truqueu a algú, al 112 o algo, que així se m'endu una ambulància. Tranquils que estic bé, eh? Que encara trucareu perquè se m'enduguin. Ja que això és tan insoportable...

Kad esmu laukos, — jaunais džentlmenis atteica, — man nekad negribas tos atstāt, taču, kad esmu pilsētā, notiek gandrīz tāpat. Abiem ir savas priekšrocības, un es jūtos tikpat laimīgs kā vienā, tā otrā vietā.

I can hear all I want about sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll on the playground, but only the Girl Scouts know the step-by-steps for limbering up a a new book without injuring the binding and the how-tos of packing a suitcase to be a more efficient traveler. The only thing harder to come by around here than a suitcase is a brand-new book, but I keep the Girl Scout motto as close to my heart as the promise anyway: Be Prepared.

It cost Christ and all His followers sharp showers and hot sweats ere they won to the top of the mountain. But still our soft nature would have heaven coming to our bedside when we are sleeping, and lying down with us, that we might go to heaven in warm clothes; but all that came there found wet feet by the way, and sharp storms that did take the hide off their face, and found tos and fros, and ups and downs, and many enemies by the way.

Magic?" What did magic have to do with breaking into someone's store and stealing their stuff? "Don't you get it?" Peter said. "You're free now. You don't have to live by their rules anymore." Peter pointed into the inky blackness of the basement. "The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race, listen to it. That's the sound of being alive. It's your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it's all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can't-do-this, and can't-do-that's, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

Mežā Kad es cilvēkos eju, visur kāds mērs man ceļā krīt un man uz kakla krīt. Kad es ieeju mežā, es jūtos kā zvērs un man neviens neko nevar padarīt. Es atpakaļ eju uz vienkāršu dzīvību, uz muļķa zaļumiem Dieva dotiem. Es eju kā zvērs klusi un brīvi padzert pie pirmavotiem. Izkust zaļajos atomos, izplūst, pārvēsties zaļajā domā. Ir ģēniji, tribūni, es nesaprotu tos, es negribu par pāvestu Romā. Un cilvēcības augstajās virsotnēs man ir bail - tur viss pārāk skaists. Par agru varbūt pasaulē, pārsteidzīgi es par cilvēku esmu laists. Kad es mežā eju, es pilnīgi jūtu, ka man bija jābūt te. It kā nepiespiests, laimīgs koks es būtu un man melnalkšņa dvēsele.

I spent so much time with those useless how-tos, gaining knowledge in other areas, but not the one of my own body. This vessel that is the cause of everything. This is forbidden. I can't read these, can I? Can I afford not to?

La Lo­te­ría, con su re­par­to se­ma­nal de enor­mes pre­mios, era el único acon­te­ci­mien­to pú­bli­co al que los pro­les pres­ta­ban ver­da­de­ra aten­ción. Era pro­ba­ble que hu­bie­se mi­llo­nes de pro­les para quie­nes la Lo­te­ría fuese la razón prin­ci­pal, si no la única, para se­guir con vida. Era su de­lei­te, su lo­cu­ra, su anal­gé­si­co, su es­ti­mu­lan­te in­te­lec­tual. En lo que se re­fe­ría a la Lo­te­ría, hasta quie­nes ape­nas sa­bían leer y es­cri­bir eran ca­pa­ces de lle­var a cabo in­trin­ca­dos cálcu­los y sor­pren­den­tes lo­gros me­mo­rís­ti­cos. Había toda una tribu de in­di­vi­duos que se ga­na­ban la vida ven­dien­do sis­te­mas, pre­dic­cio­nes y amu­le­tos de la suer­te. Wins­ton no tenía nada que ver con la Lo­te­ría, que se ges­tio­na­ba desde el Mi­nis­te­rio de la Abun­dan­cia, pero sabía (como cual­quier otro miem­bro del Par­ti­do) que los pre­mios eran casi todos ima­gi­na­rios. Solo se pa­ga­ban pe­que­ñas sumas y los ga­na­do­res de los pre­mios gor­dos en reali­dad no exis­tían. En au­sen­cia de ver­da­de­ra co­mu­ni­ca­ción entre una parte de Ocea­nía y otra, no re­sul­ta­ba di­fí­cil ama­ñar­lo.

Jei kiekvienas mūsų suvoktų, kokia didelė jo vertė, pasikeistų visas pasaulis. Tačiau gyvename visuomenėje, kurioje nepriimtina žmonėms sakyti, ką gero apie juos galvojame. Labai varžomės ir nedrįstame tos atskleisti: kiekvienas teigiamą nuomonę tyliai pasilaiko sau - tarsi sėklas, kurios sudžiūva pamirštos kišenėje, nors buvo galima jas pasėti ir patikėti vėjui, žemei ir lietui. Galbūt kaip tik dėl to žmonės neįpratę girdėti šiltų žodžių, ir sunku kam nors pasakyti nuoširdų komplimentą: būsite neteisingai suprastas arba apkaltintas neteisingais ketinimais. O jeigu jums netikėtai pasiseks ir žmogus jūsų nuoširdumu nesuabejos, tuomet jis visomis išgalėmis stengsis sumenkinti giriamą savybę: po jo kuklumu slypi drovėjimasis priimti tokią neįprastą dovaną.

Matyt, yra tokie gyvenimo, būties elementai, iš kurių susideda asmuo, asmenybė. Svarbiausios yra tos vietos, kur pirmą kartą praregėjai, išgirdai, supratai, įsiminei. Štai kodėl visą gyvenimą bent mintimis vis grįžtama ir grįžtama į savo jau nesamą gimtinę.

Viņai izveidojās spēcīga netaisnības izjūta un ietiepīgs, bezrūpīgs raksturs, kāds rodas, tad, kad Kādu Mazu visu mūžu spīdzina Kāds Lielais. Viņa neko nedarīja, lai izvairītos no strīdiem un konfliktiem. Patiesību sakot, viņa tos pat meklēja, varbūt viņai tie pat patika.

O tos mintys, mintys! Kad būtų galima jas išplėšti iš galvos, saldžiąsias svajones, išdraskyti iš krūtinės, numesti, sutrypti! Ne, ne! Jei ir būtų galima, ji to nedarytų, nes kaip saldu svajoti, miela atsiminti tą vieną, vienintelį ano vakaro meilų žodelį: "Urtike!" - Aukštujų Šimonių likimas.

At a time when so many people are just checking things off a bucket list, other travelers are finding that they want more. Going Local explores the whys and how to’s of really experiencing an area and its culture through the people who live there. Includes a plethora of real life travel stories from experts and everyday people alike.

I need your trust in this, Alec. Can you give it?" Alec looked sidelong at the fire for a long moment, then locked eyes with him again, and replied in halting Aurenfaie, "Rei phoril tos tokun meh brithir, vri sh'ruit'ya." Though you thrust your dagger at my eyes, I will not flinch. A solemn oath, and one Seregil had pledged him not so long ago.

Un, kad mēs skatāmies pa logu, tad redzam tikai ēnas. Ka mēģinām ieklausīties, mēs dzirdam tikai čukstus. Mēs nevaram saprast čukstus, jo mūsu prātos ir iebrucis karš. Karš, kurā mēs esam uzvarējuši un zaudējuši Pats sliktākais karš. Karš, kas sagūsta sapņus un tos pārsapņo par jaunu. Karš, kas licis mums pielūgt mūsu iekarotājus un nicināt pašiem sevi.

It would seem to me, Captain, that the dimensions of creation make our future choices almost limitless.

Margarita mėgdavo sakyti, kad yra dvi rūšys moterų: tos, kurios matomos kiaurai, ir tos, kurios nešioja paslaptį. Ir kad tai yra svarbiausia, ką vyrai išsyk pajunta, ir svarbiausia, kas juos patraukia arba ne. Vienus traukia vieno tipo moterys, kitus kito. Margarita - man nereikia to sakyti - buvo kiaurai matoma, bet kartais ji pavydėdavo toms, kurios nešiojo paslaptį ar apsimesdavo jos apgaubtos.

El flagelo comenzó con un resfriado de ultratumba que nada podía mitigar, las arenas movedizas de la fiebre, los apaleamientos del dolor de cabeza, el ardor ardiente en los ojos y la garganta, el delirio acompañado de la espantosa visión de la muerte acechando a medio metro de distancia. La piel tomó un color azul violáceo cada vez más oscuro, los pies y las manos se tornaron negros, la tos impedía respirar...

Your teen is probably trying—and trying hard—to do everything his or her peers are expected to do as they mature and face increasing responsibilities. But it’s a daily struggle when the teen has a deficiency in what are called executive skills, the functions of our brains and thought processes that help us regulate our behavior, set goals and meet them, and balance demands and desires, wants, needs, and have-tos.

No quise hablar con Avellaneda. Primero, porque no quiero asustarla; segundo, porque no sé realmente qué decirle. Antes tengo que saber con precisión qué me está sucediendo. No puede ser que, a mis años, aparezca de pronto esta muchacha, que ni siquiera es definidamente linda, y se convierta en el centro de mi atención. Me siento nervioso como un adolescente, eso es cierto, pero cuando miro mi piel que empieza a aflojarse, cuando veo estas arrugas de mis ojos, estas várices de mis tobillos, cuando siento por las mañanas mi tos vejancona, absolutamente necesaria para que mis bronquios empiecen su jornada, entonces ya no me siento adolescente sino ridículo. Todo el mecanismo de mis sentimientos quedó detenido hace veinte años, cuando murió Isabel. Primero fue dolor, después indiferencia, más tarde libertad, últimamente tedio. Largo, desierto, invariable tedio.

Through the uneven morning mist, she could make out the ruin of the monastery on the northern verge. The broken, roofless walls of outbuildings stretched south of the main ruins in a broken curve. Birches and a few young oaks had grown up where monks had likely once raised vegetables. The rest of the clearing was filled with grass and brambles cut through with newly blazed paths. Four lean-tos had been erected just beyond the stone fence of an overgrown graveyard.

353Cuando los niños tomaban heroína… y de Bayer Luego de comercializar la archiconocida Aspirina, los laboratorios Bayer lanzaron al mercado un nuevo producto para la tos de los niños: Heroína. En 1912 se realizó una intensa campaña publicitaria que promocionaba: “En la tos fuerte; Jarabe Bayer de Heroína”. También fue utilizado como sustituto a la morfina. Sin embargo, un año después se descubrió que la heroína era mucho más adictiva y peligrosa que la morfina, y Bayer sacó de circulación todos los productos y publicidades asociadas.

A climate's changes are tough to quantify. Butterflies can help. Entomologists prefer "junk species--" the kind of butterflies too common for most collections-- to keep up with what's going on in the insect's world. They're easy to find and observe. When do something unusual, something's changed in the area. Art Shapiro's team at UC Davis monitors ten local study sites, some since the 1970s. The ubiquitous species are the study's go-tos, helping distinguish between lasting changes (climate warming, habitat loss) and ones that will right themselves (one cold winter, droughts like last year's). Consistency is key; they collect details year after year, no empty data sets between. A few species have disappeared from parts of the study area altogether, probably a lasting change. On the other hand, seemingly big news in 2012 might be just a year's aberration. Two butterflies came back to the city of Davis last year, the umber skipper after 30 years, the woodland skipper after 20-- both likely a result of a dry winter with near-perfect breeding conditions of sunny afternoons and cool nights.

Kad nu šādi izlabotu lopu izdevās iegūt ar zirgu mainīšanu saslimušam saimniekam un lopiņš drīzi izrādījās pilnīgi nederīgs, tad ļaudis tomēr uz čigāniem nedusmojās, bet priecājās par veiklību, ar kādu tie piemānīti. [...] Saimnieks neko neteica, bet tikai pasmējās, ar patiku iedomādamies čigāna izmaņu. Viņam nebij nekādu dusmu, jo čigāniem pats Dievs atvēlēja no zagšanas pārtikt un arī viņi ietilpa tanī kārtībā, kas nemainīdamās visus nesa cauri gadalaikiem, pamazām tos balinot kā zāli, no kuras likteņa tie atšķīrās tikai ar to, ka viņu vasara bij mūžīgāka.

Balandžio 29 Iki šiol vis dar nepavyko sudaryti gyvo kontakto su Ame­rikos gamta ir aplinka. Viskas man čia tebeatrodo be prasmės, be dvasios, be istorijos. Didžiojo Pano švilpynė staiga nutilo lipant iš lėktuvo New Yorko aerodrome. Vasarą čia baisu atsigulti ant žolės, nors ir tie patys dobi­liukai, tos pačios smilgos ir tos pačios pienės. Naktį mėnulis šviečia kažkaip mechaniškai, dalykiškai, nelyginant kokia didžiulė neono lempa. Tai ne Goethės, ne Lermontovo ir ne Leo­pardi mėnulis, ir ne tas, kuris atsispindėdavo Juodabrasčių aki­varo ajeruose.

İNCİ Yüzlerce sene evvel çok güzel bir kız varmış. Ayağına kapanıp bütün gençler yalvarmış Bu eşi bulunmayan güzeli almak için. Erimişler aşk denen alevden için için, Güneşin sızağıyla eriyen karlar gibi; Hepsinin bu sevdadan hicran olmuş nasibi... Böyle yaşıyorlarken dünyalarına küskün, Güzel kız davet etmiş aşıklarını bir gün. Demiş:"Elbet veremem gönlümü hepinize, Fakat bir müsabaka açıyorum ben size: En güzel, en kıymetli inciyi bana her kim Getirirse onunla artık evleneceğim..." Aşıklar mallarını feda edip satmışlar, Dört taraftan en büyük inciyi aratmışlar. Yüzlerce sene evvel bir saz şairi varmış; Bu gencin de gönlünü o kızın aşkı sarmış. Aklını alıvermiş gök ela renkli gözler; Her dakika biricik sevgilisini özler, Her dakika ağlarmış, sızlarmış, ah edermiş; Aşkından perişanmış, mahzunmuş, derbedermiş... Duymuş müsabakayı bu aşık da nihayet, "İnci nedir?" diyerek o anda etmiş hayret. Çünkü o ana kadar inciyi bilmiyormuş. "İnci nasıl şey?" diye bir ihtiyara sormuş: "Ben onu hiç görmedim gezdim de diyar diyar." Demiş ki zavallıya gülümseyip ihtiyar: "Güzel bir taştır inci, kadınların süsüdür; Durduğu yer onların açık, beyaz göğsüdür. Denizden çıktığından, pahalıdır gayetle..." Bu sözleri duyunca aşık bakar hayretle, Der ki:"Ben deniz nedir, onu da bilmiyorum." İhtiyar denizi de anlatır: "Dinle yavrum, Bu öyle bir sudur ki ufuğa kadar açık, Bazan dalgalar vardır kıyısında ufacık; Bazan fırtına çıkar, hava olunca lodos, Deniz birden kudurup kayalara vurur tos. Sen karada gezmişsin, belli, bu yaşa kadar. Bu dağların ardında çok uzak bir deniz var. Pek merak ediyorsan yürü, memleketler aş." Saz şairi, bu sözler bitince, yavaş yavaş Denizi bulmak için seyahate koyulur; Uzun yollar üstünde harap olur, yorulur. Nihayet gök toprağa ışığını dökerken Bir sahile yaklaşır, henüz şafak sökerken.... Aradan bir yıl geçip nihayet mühlet bitmiş, Aşıklar akın akın kızın yanına gitmiş. Hepsi de dizilmişler önüne birer birer; Ellerinin üstünde donuk, beyaz inciler. Güzel kız seyre dalmış,oturarak yerine; İpek elbisesinin uzun eteklerine Bütün delikanlılar koymuş hediyesini! Gözlerini açarak herkes kesmiş sesini: "Acaba hangisini kabul edecek ?"diye... Dışardan bir gürültü duyulmuş o saniye: "Bırakın, muradıma ben bugün ereceğim, Bırakın sevgilime inciler vereceğim..." "O da getirsin" diye güzel kız vermiş izin, Şair içeri girmiş, tereddüt etmeksizin. Anlatmış kalbindeki sızlayan bir yarayı, Anlatmış uzun uzun bütün bu mecarayı. "Ben bir şair aşıkım, elimde bir kırık saz, Yapyalnız yaşıyorum, derdim çok, sevincim az. O güzel gözlerine bir pınar gibi gönlüm Yıllarca aka aka tükendi tahammülüm. Fakat seni unutmak gelmiyordu elimden. Ve bir gün işittim ki inci istemişsin sen. Ama bu ana kadar görmemiştim ben onu, Öğrendim bu incinin denizde olduğunu. Deniz nerde diyerek arıyordum bu sefer; Aşkının kuvvetiyle aştım dağlar, tepeler. Nice ülkeler gezdim, nice dağlar dolaştım, Bir sabah sonu gelmez bir denize ulaştım: Güneş içinden doğup içinde batıyordu; Sular arzın üstüne yaslanmış yatıyordu. Rüzgar yavaş esiyor,engin sessiz, durgundu; Vücudum aylar süren yolculuktan yorgundu. Aşkınla geliyordu kalbime kuvvet yine; İndim büyük denizin o büyük sahiline İncileri topladım ,uğraşıp didinerek!" Aşıkın sözlerini dinlerken kadın, erkek; Şair omuzundaki bir torbayı uzatmış, Yere, bağını çözüp, incileri boşaltmış. Fakat o anda herkes kahkahalarla gülmüş: Çünkü inci yerine çakıl taşı dökülmüş. Güzel kız genç aşıka demiş: "Bunu iyi bil: Bu, parayla alınan incilere mukabil, Senin çakıl taşların çok değerlidir elbet; Şair! Yaşayacağım seninle ilelebet...

Tai kas, kad daugelis iš tos komandos narių perdien išmiršta - barakuose, pakelėj, ,,darbo" metu! ... Miršta žmonės karo laukuose baisiose kančiose. Bet tenai - visi lygūs. Ten - sužeistam pagalba teikiama. Ten sužeistą net priešas pagerbia. Ten - turi ginklą, Gali gintis. Ten tavo mirtis ir kančios šiokios tokios prasmės turi: dėl kurios nors idėjos kariaujama, dėl tėvynės, dėl laisvės... O čia - niekur nieko! Jokios prasmės! Niekas tau jokios pagalbos neteiks. Niekas tavęs neatjaus, nepaguos, į mirties paslaptį pakeleivingos meilės žodžiu nepalydės. Seniau, bent kituose kraštuose, kariamajam bent paskutinį norą patenkindavo - duodavo pavalgyti, dūmą nuryti, laišką parašyti, kokią mauškę išmesti... o čia - paspiria koja ir viskas,

Sabbath is that one day. It is a reprieve from what you ought to do, even though the list of oughts is infinitely long and never done. Oughts are tyrants, noisy and surly, chronically dissatisfied. Sabbath is the day you trade places with them: they go in the salt mine, and you go out dancing. It’s the one day when the only thing you must do is to not do the things you must. You are given permission— issued a command, to be blunt—to turn your back on all those oughts. You get to willfully ignore the many niggling things your existence genuinely depends on—and is often hobbled beneath—so that you can turn to whatever you’ve put off and pushed away for lack of time, lack of room, lack of breath. You get to shuck the have-tos and lay hold of the get-tos.

A kitten is almost too easy, I think, as I quickly pull out its fur and separate and de-bone it, and put the pieces in the blast cooker for three of the remaining four minutes, then add them to my gumbo, just as Chef Reamsy calls time. “Ladies first,” he says, as I present him with a plate. “What have we here?” “Chef, this is a Slim Jim, Chee-Tos, and kitten gumbo in a spicy Pepsi sauce,” I say. “Bon appetite.” He picks through it. “It certainly looks visually stunning,” he says. “What’d you use in the sauce?” “Pepsi, and a little K-C Masterpiece barbecue sauce. I put that in a pan and let it reduce down.” He takes a bite. “Flavorful. The meat is moist and tender, the sauce has just the right amount of spice, and I love the way you incorporated the stray kitten into the dish. Well done indeed.

... be knygų jau nebegalėjau apsieiti. Ne tiek be knygų, kiek be paties skaitymo. Mano akys į nieką daugiau nenorėjo žiūrėti, jos tiesiog šaukte šaukė: ,,Duok mums raidžių!.. Duok mums raidžių!..” Nežinau, gal yra tokia skaitymo liga? Jei yra, tai aš ja susirgau vaikystėje, paskui ji perėjo į chronišką ir nebepagydomą. Tiesą pasakius, niekas jos nei gydė, nei ruošėsi gydyti. Tiktai motina vos ne kasdien keldavo balsą: ,,Ko tu gadini akis saulei nusileidus? Ar tu negali palaukti, kol degsim lempą?” Tas ir yra, kad negali palaukti, - jau Baltoji Iltis ir tas baisusis buldogas sustojo vienas prieš kitą, jau iššiepė dantis, jau puls ir įsikibs vienas kitam į gerklę!.. Juk jie nežino, kad pas mus nusileido saulė, o motina tyčia čiupinėjasi prie mūriuko, kad tik tos lempos kuo ilgiau nereikėtų degti.

Tomemos um exemplo: o eleitor que não quer votar com o Governo. Ei-lo, aí, junto da urna da oposição, com o seu voto hostil na mão, inchado do seu direito. Se, para o obrigar a votar com o Governo o empurrarem às coronhadas e às cacetadas, o homem volta-se, puxa de uma pistola – e aí temos a guerra civil. Para que esta brutalidade obsoleta? Não o espanquem, mas, pelo contrário, acompanhem-no ao café ou à taberna, conforme estejamos no campo ou na cidade, paguem-lhe bebidas generosamente, perguntem-lhe pelos pequerruchos, metamlhe uma placa de cinco tos-tões na mão e levem-no pelo braço, de cigarro na boca, trauteando o Hino, até junto da urna do Governo, vaso do Poder, taça da Felicidade! Tal é a tradição humana, doce, civilizada, hábil, que faz com que se possa tiranizar um País, com o aplauso do cidadão e em nome da Liberdade.

Of course. She’s a great mom.” Some would also tack on sentiments like, “I couldn’t do it without her,” and “It’s amazing how she keeps the house running.” I thought it was interesting that when I used the word “proud,” men almost always pointed straight to their wives’ role as a mother and caretaker. So I reframed the question, and asked, “Beyond her role as a mother or a wife,” I clarify, “are you proud of her?” The men whose wives forfeited the focus of their personal passion in the context of becoming a wife and a mom—those women with no connection to their Unicorn Space—had a hard time saying yes. They’d often hedge, hem and haw, then finally land on something their life partners did in the past that caused them to feel proud. I call this The Case of the She Used To’s, and it’s strong evidence that a woman’s gone missing.

Sometimes my clients are unclear about whether they are striving toward their potential or are on a search for glory, but a search for glory is pretty easy to spot. Any search for glory is propelled by what Horney called the tyranny of the should. Listening to Talia talk, it was difficult not to notice the “shoulds” and “supposed to’s” that littered her sentences: Work should be Wow! She should be in graduate school. Her life should look better than it did. Shoulds can masquerade as high standards or lofty goals, but they are not the same. Goals direct us from the inside, but shoulds are paralyzing judgments from the outside. Goals feel like authentic dreams while shoulds feel like oppressive obligations. Shoulds set up a false dichotomy between either meeting an ideal or being a failure, between perfection or settling. The tyranny of the should even pits us against our own best interests.

It’s easy to underestimate how profound and holistic Roddenberry’s vision of the techscape of the future was. By today’s standards, the available technology of 1964 was downright primitive. Doors did not open automatically when we approached them. The first handheld calculator was still in the future, as were microwave ovens and cell phones. 1964 was a year before most Americans had even heard of a place called Vietnam, five years before man walked on the moon, 25 years before anyone ever surfed the Internet. Your phone had a curly cord, and the new innovation of “touchtone” dialing was merely a year old. Even the television sets that viewers watched would be considered positively prehistoric today. Most TVs were black-and-white models, and the majority of those sets had no remote control. There was no cable or satellite; rabbit ears and roof-top antennas were the norm. The world looked, and was, different.

You’d think I’d have addressed my drinking, at least in the privacy of my diary, but it’s rarely mentioned. To type that word—alcoholic—would have made it real, so I never recounted the talking-tos I got from Hugh and certain helpful people in my family.

Tai vajadzēja būt nāves novērošanai. Nāves pieredzēšanai. To var tā vai arī citādi, vienatnē vai arī ne. Kopā ar kādu citu šī pieredze, protams, kļūst kafejnīciskāka. Horizontālāka, ilustratīvāka. Var gadīties, ka vārdi vēl nav norūguši, kad tos jau nākas izteikt, jo, kad cilvēku telpā ir vairāk par vienu, tad nevar būt tā, ka netiek teikts nekas.

Nedzimuša bērna un ļoti agri miruša bērna nāve ir savāda, neizprotama lieta. Tu jau sēro ne tikai par savu iztēli, bet gan par īstu cilvēku, kurš patiešām ir eksistējis. Bet kas viņš bija? Viņš nerunāja, viņš neizpauda ne savas domas, ne raksturu, tos viņam izdomāji tu. Tā ir tava iztēle, tavs pieņēmums, par ko tu sēro, taču reizē arī nav, jo viņš taču pastāvēja fiziski, un tāpat viņam jau bija noslieksmes domāt un paust zināma tipa domas. Tu sēro par nebijušu nākotni. Par kādas būtnes neīstenoto nākotni, un arī tevis paša nākotni, tevis paša citādo laiku, kas ticis atcelts. Par vienu būtni pasaulē mazāk – tātad par veselu lērumu laika mazāk. Varbūt pat par simt gadiem mazāk.

Pēc M. Kleinas (Klein) domām, kopš paša savas eksistences sākuma arī zīdainis projicē savu personīgo agresiju uz daļējiem - ārējiem vai iekšējiem - objektiem. Šie objekti, kas ir kļuvuši ļauni, kā vajātāji, tiek fantazmu veidā it kā aprīti un saplosīti (orālais sadisms). Pēc tam, introjicēti caur "aprīšanu", tie kļūst par fantazmu tēliem, kas zīdaiņiem provocē milzīgas bailes: bailes tikt saindētiem, aprītiem, iekšēji iztukšotiem u.tml. Lai aizsargātos no šīm bailēm, bērns cenšas izgrūst "ļaunos" objektus [no sevis] un projicēt tos ārpusē. Pirmā darbība (kad bērns projicē savu agresivitāti uz daļējiem objektiem) un otrā (kad viņš "saplosa" ārējo objektu, kurš kļuvis "slikts") raksturo šizoparanoidālās fāzes (kā to sauc M. Kleina) šizoīdo aspektu. Pēc tam, kad šādi introjicētais objekts plosa bērnu no iekšpuses, atklājas paranoidālais aspekts. Šajā periodā šizoīdais un paranoidālais aspekts pastāvīgi mijiedarbojas.

It took the better part of six miles before he quit thinking of the beast he’d left on the trail. After that, he thought of the town. There would be hot baths, smooth whiskey, clean beds with cool sheets, and, of course, women. Walking, he began putting them in order of which he would take first. Each, after all, had its own advantages and pleasures. The trick was deciding how to mix them. Before he could come to any firm conclusions, the town appeared beyond an unexpected turn in the trail. It lay down a smooth slope of a hill, laid out like on a map. From a distance, it wasn’t much to look at. Eight or nine solid buildings of wood and perhaps double that many tents and lean-tos. It was what he expected of the Nevada mining town that had seen better days. Although never an outright boomtown, the place had managed

carbohydrates are not absolutely necessary to keep our body and mind running. In fact, you may find that your body actually prefers fat for energy

Gruodžio 30 Mus visą gyvenimą persekioja paslaptinga baimė kažko, ir mes visą gyvenimą, rašydami ar kalbėdami, tos neaiškios baimės diktuojami, nuolaidžiaujame tam kažkam, - taip, kad viskas iš mūsų rankų ir lūpų išeina nepilna, nudailinta, sušvelninta, re­dukuota, - lyg visa tai būtų skiriama tik ad usum delphini.

Aunque nos conociéramos... hacíamos como si no. Esperábamos en la cola, mientras las otras compraban jarabe para la tos de hidrato de terpina con codeína y firmaban en el aparatoso libro de registro. A veces con el nombre verdadero, a veces con uno inventado. Me daba cuenta de que, igual que yo, tampoco sabían cuál de las dos cosas era peor. A veces veía a la misma mujer en cuatro o cinco farmacias distintas en un solo día. Mujeres o madres de adictos.

Any town considered a potential boomtown had encampments whose tents fluttered in the breeze like a squad of sailboats coming to port. People flocked to a town such as this for an opportunity for a factory job. A cloister of lean-tos, bivouacs, and canvas sheets stretched out for shelter formed a tent city that nestled against the town proper. In

All books matter,” she assures and redirects her attention. “All books. Fiction. Non-fiction. How Tos and Self Help manuals. All books serve a purpose. All books are capable of changing lives.”   I

Como es bien sabido, ni la tos ni el amor pueden disimularse.

In 1991, while talking with writer Ed Gross, Fred Freiberger summed up his agony over Star Trek with a joke, saying, “I thought the worst experience of my life was when I was shot down over Nazi Germany. A Jewish boy from the Bronx parachuted in to the middle of 80 million Nazis. Then I joined Star Trek. I was only in a prison camp for two years, but my travail with Star Trek has lasted 25 years ... and still counting.

Es jums vispār varu kā no grāmatas norunāt. Bet negribu. Nemāžojos. Es lietoju tikai tos vārdus, kuri man piestāv.

EVERY EMAIL LIST SHOULD ______ The answer I always get when I ask the above question? Provide Value. You’re supposed to provide value. That’s the baseline expectation. But an email list that stands out isn’t necessarily one that’s always spoon-feeding subscribers with free tips and resources. I used to think that value was providing free content, free downloads, more free tips and how-tos. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. The value that makes a difference is being the voice of wisdom for your subscribers…Pointing out their limiting beliefs, mistakes, and myths…Convincing them of your worldview and getting them to buy into it…Turning their assumptions and fears into strength and positivity.

Outside, Frank and Joe mounted their motorcycles and rode through the downtown traffic to the Bayport waterfront. Leaving the big commercial piers behind, they took the Shore Road, past a section of private docks to where the brothers kept their trim speedboat, the Sleuth. Driving on, the Hardys followed the road along the curve of the left bank of the bay to the mouth of the harbor. Here they turned north and continued parallel with the ocean. Soon they saw a jumble of board shanties on the wide beach ahead. Some were nothing more than open lean-tos, but others had glass windows and stovepipes. Pieces of ragged clothing fluttered from ropes in the breeze. Smoke curled up lazily from a small fire around which three men lay, watching the steam from a black pot which hung on a tripod above the flames.

After about six months, I noticed the how-to blog posts were getting 10 times the traffic, so I decided to focus solely on those how-tos. Which makes perfect sense if you think about it. Last time you used a search engine, you probably were looking for an answer to a question or advice on how to do something.

Jei atvirai, tai širdį skauda žiūrint tas fotografijas. Jos man primena kačių nuotraukas ant gatvės lempų stulpų. Ko gero, vis dėl tos vilties. (Apie Tinder)

Ζоrа Неlm 3 Сhеst іn Тоtо Lаkе

CortexTag We're obsessed with tech, so if you’re looking for in-depth gadget reviews, up-to-the minute tech news and intensive how-tos then you’ve come to the right place.

Savo kalbą ji užbaigė cituodama 1793- iųjų metų Žmogaus ir piliečio teisių deklaracijos straipsnį: „Kai valdžia pažeidžia tautos teises, sukilimas tautai ir bet kuriai tau­ tos daliai yra pati švenčiausia teisė ir visų svarbiausia pareiga.

of the world by receiving my baptism from you.” In addition, “For thus” means “By you giving me My baptism, and I received my baptism from you.” The words “For thus,” as mentioned here is ‘’ (hoo-tos gar) in Hellenic or Greek. In addition, these words have the meaning, ‘exactly in this way,’ ‘most fitting,’ or ‘no other way besides this.

What are you up too? I’m no stickler on spelling but Jesus Christ get your “tos” right. That’s it. I’m ready to end things. I draft a text.

Randy and Amy had spent a full hour talking to Scott and Laura last night; they were the only people who made any effort to make Amy feel welcome. Randy hadn’t the faintest idea what these people thought of him and what he had done, but he could sense right away that, essentially that was not the issue because even if they thought he had done something evil, they at least had a framework, a sort of procedure manual, for dealing with transgressions. To translate it into UNIX system administration terms (Randy’s fundamental metaphor for just about everything), the post- modern, politically correct atheists were like people who had suddenly found themselves in charge of a big and unfathomably complex computer system (viz. society) with no documentation or instructions of any kind, and so whose only way to keep the thing running was to invent and enforce certain rules with a kind of neo-Puritanical rigor, because they were at a loss to deal with any deviations from what they saw as the norm. Whereas people who were wired into a church were like UNIX system administrators who, while they might not understand everything, at least had some documentation, some FAQs and How-tos and README files, providing some guidance on what to do when things got out of whack. They were, in other words, capable of displaying adaptability.

The soul has no "shoulds", "musts", or "have-tos." It doesn't need rules because it knows only connection and flows with what is.

I believe that only good can come from more people having access to the tools that are shared by mental health professionals in the therapy room, and to the top-line ‘how-tos’ of mental wellbeing, all rooted in years of therapeutic practice.

Paskui kiekviena iš savo pakelio prisidegs po cigaretę, rūkys, irgi tylėdamos, o jis pamanys, kad žmonių, kuriuos vadiname artimaisiais arba draugais, turime nedaug. Jiems išsaugoti reikia pastangų. Ilgėliau neatsakyk į jų ženklus, arba neduok jiems ženklų, ir jie dings. Nebeprisiminė, kiek laiko nešnekėjo nė su vienu iš jų - nekėlė telefono, neatsakinėjo į elektroninius laiškus. Nesimatė. Ir gijos sutrūko. Šį akimirksnį artimiausi jam žmonės pasaulyje buvo jos, Anne ir Elisabeth, tos dvi moterys, sėdinčios apačioj už joms dviem per didelio stalo. Bet kaip jos gali būti artimos jam, jeigu jos tokios tolimos viena kitai? Nelyg susisiekiantys indai, kuriuose tas pats liūdesys, bet stikliniai vamzdeliai lygiagretūs iki begalybės.

Great sermon theses are powerful acids that etch themselves on the “have-tos” of the speaker. They are rarely written down. They don’t need to be. They have already been written boldly on the preacher’s soul.

As we begin to switch from operating out of fear and move toward operating out of love, we begin to change our have to’s to get to’s.

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I am pleased to note on Page 72 that Captain Kirk finally prevails because he is a good kisser. Physical prowess, intellect, will-power -- all these are of no avail when compared with the strength of Captain Kirk’s bee-stung lips. With lips such as his, one could win the universe. And lose a series.

The reason a shuttlecraft was not available to retrieve the landing party is that Desilu decided to defer construction of the life-size prop and its corresponding miniature until it was known if the series would be picked up for the balance of the season.

Revitalizing a church does not start with a list of how to’s, but with a fresh vision of God and His Lordship over the church.

Skaitydamas Bibliją aš visaf sutrikdavau toje vietoje, kur buvo aprašoma moters kilmė - iš Adomo šonkaulio. Sutrikdavau todėl, kad nesupratau. Kam Dievui reikėjo daryti tokią sudėtingą operaciją, kai jis, Visagalis, sukūręs dangų, Žemę ir žvaigždynus, moterį sukurti galėjo daug paprasčiau? Kam tokia kanibališka operacija? Be to, vyrų šonkaulių nuo tos operacijos nesumažėjo. Gerai, metafora, simbolis. Bet kur slypi logika? Pasirodo, viskas gan paprasta. Tai tik vertimo klaida. Senovės pranašai buvo išmintingi, bet ne visada labai raštingi. Šumerų kalboje žodis ,,ti" reiškia ir ,,šonkaulis", ir ,,gyvenimas". Šitaip jau atsiranda ir prasmė, ir graži metafora.