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.

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.

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.

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?

.. 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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

El amor, como la tos, no puede disimularse

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

TOS, TNG, DS9.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

Siento que mi salud está quebrantada. ¡Estoy tan débil! ¡Al levantarme esta mañana de la cama me sentí muy mal y , además, no se me quita esta dichosa tos! Presiento, lo sé, que no he de vivir mucho. ¿Quién me enterrará? ¿Quién irá detrás de mi ataúd? ¿Quién me llorará?... ¿Y si vengo a morir en un lugar extraño, en una casa ajena y entre seres desconocidos?... ¡Dios mío, qué triste es la vida,

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.

- Kā var tik vienkārši lauzt solījumu? - Dažreiz mēs nesaprotam savus solījumus, kad tos dodam.

No hace mucho una madre, preocupada, me preguntaba cuándo dejaría su hija de año y medio de ser tan egoísta; cuándo aprendería a compartir. ¿Por qué el aprender a compartir obsesiona tanto a algunos padres y educado- res? ¿De qué les va a servir a los niños aprender una cosa así? Los adultos no compartimos casi nada. Un ejemplo. Isabel, no llega a dos añitos, juega en el parque con su cubo, su palita y su pelota, bajo la atenta y cariñosa mirada de mamá. Claro, como le faltan manos, en ese momento solo la pala está bajo su posesión directa, y el cubo y la pelota yacen a cierta distancia. Se acerca un niño desconocido, más o menos del mismo tamaño, se sienta al lado de Isabel y sin mediar palabra agarra la pelota. Isabel llevaba diez minutos sin hacer ningún caso de la pelota, y en un principio sigue tan tranquila dando golpes en el suelo con su pala. ¿Tan tranquila? Un observador atento habrá notado que los golpes son un poco más fuertes, y que Isabel vigila la pelota por el rabillo del ojo. El recién llegado, por su parte, parece plenamente consciente de que pisa terreno resbaladizo; apar- ta la pelota, observa el efecto, la vuelve a acercar... Para que no haya lugar a malentendidos, Isabel advierte: «¡É mía!»; y al poco se cree obligada a especi- ficar: «¡Pelota é mía!». El intruso, que aparentemente todavía no domina las frases de tres palabras (o tal vez, simplemente, prefiere no comprometerse), se limita a repetir: «¡Pelota, peloooota, pota!». Temerosa sin duda de que estas palabras equivalgan a una reclamación de propiedad, Isabel decide recuperar la plena posesión de su pelotita verde. El intruso no ofrece demasiada resis- tencia, pero en un descuido logra hacerse con el cubo. Isabel juega unos minu- tos, satisfecha con la pelota recién recuperada, pero de pronto parece inquieta. ¿Y el cubo? ¡Pero adónde vamos a llegar! Y así podemos pasar media tarde. Unas veces, Isabel cederá de buen grado, durante unos minutos, el disfrute de alguna de sus posesiones. Otras veces lo tolerará de mal grado. Otras no lo tolerará en absoluto. En ocasiones, ella misma ofrecerá al otro niño su propia pala a cambio de su propio cubo. Puede haber algunos llantos y gritos por ambas partes; pero, en todo caso, es proba- ble que su nuevo «amigo» consiga bastantes minutos de juego relativamente pacífico. Es muy posible también que ambas madres intervengan. Y aquí se produce un hecho que nunca deja de sorprenderme: en vez de defender como una leona a su cría, cada madre se pone de parte del otro niño. «Venga, Isabel, déjale la pala a este niño.» «Vamos, Pedrito, devuélvele a esta niña su pala.» En el me- jor de los casos, la cosa quedará en suaves exhortaciones; pero no pocas ve- ces las madres compiten en una loca carrera de generosidad (¡qué fácil es ser generoso con la pala de otro!): «¡Ya está bien, Isabel, si te vas a portar así, mamá se enfada!». «¡Pedrito, pide perdón ahora mismo, o nos vamos!» «¡Dé- jelo, señora, que juegue, que juegue con la pala! Es que esta niña es una egoísta...» «¡Huy, pues el mío es tremendo! Tengo que estar todo el día detrás, porque siempre está chinchando a otros niños y quitándoles las cosas...» Y así acaban los dos castigados, como pequeños países en conflicto que podrían haber llegado fácilmente a un acuerdo amistoso si no hubieran intervenido las dos superpotencias. Escenas como esta, mil veces repetidas, hacen que a veces consideremos egoístas a nuestros hijos. Nosotros compartiríamos sin dudarlo una pala de plástico y una pelota de goma. Pero ¿realmente somos más generosos que ellos, o es que los juguetes nos traen sin cuidado? Es preciso poner las cosas en perspectiva. Imagine que es usted la que está sentada en un banco del parque escuchando música. A su lado, sobre el ban- co, su bolso sobre un periódico doblado. En esto se acerca un desconocido, se sienta a su lado y sin mediar palabra se pone a

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.

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.

Es esmu redzējis, kā cilvēks cilvēku iekāro. Es esmu redzējis, kā cilvēks cilvēku iekaro. Kā cilvēks cilvēku ņem un bauda No katras dvēseles kustības. No katra miesas auda. Cilvēks var cilvēku grauzt Dēļ maizes, dēļ slavas, dēļ lupatām Līdz saules rietam no tās dienas kad saule aust, Pa zobam, pa stundai, pa drupatām. Cilvēks var norīt otru kā pitons Atbilstoši savas rīkles platumam Un tad ar baudu un ilgi gremot Pa molekulai, pa atomam. Un var kā kokteili cilvēku izsūkt. Punšs ledu kausē un irdina, Un tad, kad izsūc visu, Tad nāk pirmdiena. II Bet cilvēki avoti ir. Es savu galvu uz skujām lieku. Es padzeros un zinu: - Tos nevar iegūt. Tos nevar iztukšot. Tie ir tik dzidri un tīri... Tajos ir jūlija mākoņi Un izkusuši sniegavīri. Kaut kas no rudens krusas Un maija salnām. Es saku paldies eglēm. Es saku paldies kalnam. Es saku paldies zemei, Kas man tevi deva. Tu esi avots, Un tevi izdzert nevar. Es būšu stiprs, Kad mani soļi cauri laimei un postam ies. Un, ja tas viss ir sapnis, Tad labāk lai neatmostamies.

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.

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.

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Bruce Mars said, “It’s been 45 years ago and I still get 5-to-10 fan letters every single month from people who were born only 20 to 30 years ago. Just the other day I got an envelope in the mail with a couple photos of Finnegan, and the fellow asked me to sign them. And get this, he’s 17! He says he and his friends watch the show on DVD and he says, ‘We say the lines along with you.’ But everything is connected. When something is meaningful, it just stays alive.” (113a)

Budistų įsitikinimu, vyras ir moteris turi tobulėti tūkstantį metų, tik tada juodu sudarys karmą,leidžiančią padėti galvas ant tos pačios pagalvės.

Te dirán que mis palabras son el lecho de un loco, un arañazo en la cara, una piedra, un esconder, una calada a tus ojos, el eco de la tos de los despojo, astillas entre las uñas.

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.

(..) sargies sievietes! Jo sieviete tā pievelk vīriešus Kā jūras upes; Un kāpēc pievelk? Lai tos aprītu. Skaists zvērs ir sieviete.

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.

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Сарturеd Меmоrу 11 - Ѕhеltеr frоm thе Ѕtоrm Тhіs оnе іs sоuth wеst оf thе Duеlіng Реаks rеgіоn аnd nоt fаr frоm thе Grеаt Рlаtеаu. Неаd tо thе Воsh Κаlа shrіnе whісh іs sоuth оf Рrохіm Вrіdgе, аnd сrоss tо thе еаst sіdе. Νоw hеаd dоwn, аnd nоt fаr frоm thе bоrdеr tо thе nехt rеgіоn, іt'll bе vіsіblе оn thе сlіff sіdе nехt tо аn еlеvаtеd ріесе оf еаrth аnd а trее.

But my own style, I'd say, is more homestyle, with Jewish influences? Not kosher cooking; that's a different thing. I'm inspired by traditional Jewish cuisine." Paper rustled on the other end. "Right, the matzah ball ramen you cooked in your video looked fantastic. We were all drooling in the room!" I perked up. Forgot that I was naked. Forgot that lately I was a walking disaster. "That's one of my go-tos and will definitely be on my future menu. I've been experimenting lately with putting a spin on kugels..." As I chattered on, I could practically see my grandma shaking her head at me. Grandma Ruth had cooked up a storm for every Passover, Yom Kippur, and Chanukah, piling her table till it groaned with challah rolls, beef brisket in a ketchup-based sauce, and tomato and cucumber salad so fresh and herby and acidic it could make you feel like summer in the middle of winter.

Regarding the identifying imprint of NCC, Jefferies had very specific reasons for his choices. The letter “N,” under international aviation agreements, designated registration within the United States. “CC” (or “CCCC”) identified aircraft from the Soviet Union. Jefferies, believing that a venture of this magnitude would have to be the result of a United Earth, wanted the letters combined. Roddenberry agreed. As for “1701,” Jefferies didn’t want to use any numerals on the spaceship that would be hard to read at a distance and therefore eliminated threes, fours, sixes, eights and nines.

(...) Bet vēl labāk palikt vienatnē ar kādu grāmatu. Tās atklāj savus neticamos notikumus tad, kad tu gribi tos dzirdēt. Ar cilvēkiem ir savādāk, viņi dažreiz melš tādus niekus, ka tu nezini, kā turpināt sarunu.

Lai gan es dažreiz žēlojos,'' tā runāja, ''tas ir tāpēc, ka es esmu cilvēka sirfs un cilvēka sirdis ir tādas. Cilvēki baidās sekot saviem lielākajiem sapņiem, viņiem liekas, ka nav to cienīgi vai arī ka nekad tos nesasniegs. Mūs, viņu sirdis, pārņem auksti drebuļi, tikai iedomājoties vien par mīlētājiem, kas pamet viens otru uz visiem laikiem, par mirkļiem, kas varēja būt skaisti, par bagātībām, kas varēja tikt atrastas, bet palika uz mūžiem apslēptas zem smiltīm. Mēs to nevaram pārdzīvot, mēs briesmīgi ciešam, ja kaut kas tāds atgadās.'' - Mana sirds ir nobijusies, ka tai vajadzēs ciest, - kādu vakaru, lūkodamies bezmēness debesīs, aitu gans atzinās aļķīmiķim. - Pasaki savai sirdij, ka bailes no ciešanām ir sliktākas par pašām ciešanām. Un ka vēl neviena sirds nav cietusi, kad tā devusies meklēt savu sapņu piepildījumu. Jo ik sekunde šajos meklējumos ir saredzēšanās mirklis ar Dievu un mūžību.

Some ants are entrepreneurs, striking out on their own, finding an unexploited niche, laying eggs, and raising their own employee pool.34 Gradually, the new nest turns from a mom-and-pop operation (without pop) to a major corporation as the growing staff of underlings develops a caste structure and a division of responsibilities. The sheer growth of the community produces advantages. As colony size increases, so does the safety (and the expendability) of the individual. The group can shift resources from a frantic fecundity35 to other forms of production … or of usurpation. Large insect colonies benefit from improved defense. Small colonies have to live in vulnerable lean-tos. Large colonies manage to construct fortresses. (Shades of Jericho!) What’s more, large colonies have evolved the luxury of defending their ramparts with castes of biologically remodeled soldiers—huge, well armored, and well armed. Small ant colonies, where everybody has to do a little bit of everything, cannot afford to produce six-legged battle tanks.

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)

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.

Recordémosles que el tabaco mancha los dientes, impregna de olor el cabello, la ropa y el aliento, y probablemente les provocará tos crónica y agotamiento en la actividad física. Asimismo, hablémosles de algún amigo, familiar o famoso que tuvieran problemas graves de salud como consecuencia directa del tabaco.

If you want to create something worthwhile with your life, you need to draw a line between the world’s demands and your own ambitions. Yes, we all have bills to pay and obligations to satisfy. But for most of us there’s a wide gray area between the have-tos and want-tos in our lives. If you’re not careful, that area will fill up with e-mail, meetings, and the requests of others, leaving no room for the work you consider important.

When we’re stuck in the maya, we’re caught in survival mode, suffocating and in perpetual overwhelm, while juggling have-tos, jumping through hoops, and trying not to drown in an endless sea of red tape, media input, and OS updates. Survival consciousness is what generates the fear and separation frequencies that keep the darkness alive, while blinding us to the fact that there’s more to life than third-dimensional slavery and the rules, structure, and shackles the matrix places upon us.

...If you're not with family on major holidays, people worry, calling to see if you're being sufficiently festive, yelling at you if you eat Chee-tos for phans by circumstance, geography, or choice, but a cultural conspiracy was afoot to make us feel otherwise. Work, I decided, was the antidote.

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Should Statements. You criticize yourself or other people with shoulds, shouldn’ts, musts, ought tos, and have tos. There are several types of should statements:

a marked change occurred between 2019 and 2020. The dual crises of the pandemic and Black Lives Matter protests ran slam into the twin dangers of Q-Anon and the consolidation of the Trump paramilitary. In 2019, there were sixty-five incidents of domestic terrorism or attempted violence, but in the run-up to the election in 2020, that number nearly doubled, according to a study by the Center for Strategic and International Studies. Twenty-one plots were disrupted by law enforcement.5 Violent extremists in the United States and terrorists in the Middle East have remarkably similar pathways to radicalization. Both are motivated by devotion to a charismatic leader, are successful at smashing political norms, and are promised a future racially homogeneous paradise. Modern American terrorists are much more akin to the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (ISIS) than they are to the old Ku Klux Klan. Though they take offense at that comparison, the similarities are quite remarkable. Most American extremists are not professional terrorists on par with their international counterparts. They lack operational proficiency and weapons. But they do not lack in ruthlessness, targets, or ideology. However, the overwhelming number of white nationalist extremists operate as lone wolves. Like McVeigh in the 1990s and others from the 1980s, they hope their acts will motivate the masses to follow in their footsteps. ISIS radicals who abandon their homes and immigrate to the Syria-Iraq border “caliphate” almost exclusively self-radicalize by watching terrorist videos. The Trump insurgents are radicalizing in the exact same way. Hundreds of tactical training videos easily accessible on social media show how to shoot, patrol, and fight like special forces soldiers. These video interviews and lessons explaining how to assemble body armor or make IEDs and extolling the virtues of being part of the armed resistance supporting Donald Trump fill Facebook and Instagram feeds. Some even call themselves the “Boojahideen,” an English take on the Arabic “mujahideen,” or holy warrior. U.S. insurgents in the making often watch YouTube and Facebook videos of tactical military operations, gear reviews, and shooting how-tos. They then go out to buy rifles, magazines, ammunition, combat helmets, and camouflage clothing and seek out other “patriots” to prepare for armed action. This is pure ISIS-like self-radicalization. One could call them Vanilla ISIS.

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.