Tz Quotes

That guttural, hissing mumble, with all its “Tz” and “zl” and “rr” noises, like a drunk Scotch-Jew having trouble with his false teeth, is something you don’t forget in a hurry. So

If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present.

Nature and nature’s laws lay hid in night; God said, Let Newton be, and all was light.

If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you aren’t afraid of dying, there is nothing you can’t achieve.” ~ Lao tz

tao k’o tao, fei ch’ang tao. ming k’o ming, fei ch’ang ming. wu, ming t’ien ti chih shih. yu, ming wan wu chih mu. ku ch’ang wu, yü yi kuan ch’i miao. ch’ang yu, yü yi kuan ch’i chiao. tz’u liang chê, t’ung ch’u erh yi ming. t’ung wei chih hsüan. hsüan chih yu hsüan. chung miao chih mên.

One cannot step twice into the same river,

None is absolutely true.

Who guards the guardians?

Lfr Jp tZ~ LLtI~ A righteous [woman] who walks in [her] integrity-how blessed are [her] sons after [her]. -PROVERBS 20:7 My Bob often says, "Just do what you say you are going to do!" This has been our battle cry for more than 25 years. People get into relational problems because they forget to keep their promises. It's so easy to make a verbal promise for the moment and then grapple with the execution of that promise later. Sometimes we underestimate the consequences of not keeping the promise flippantly made in a moment of haste. Many times we aren't even aware we have made a promise. Someone says, "I'll call you at 7:00 tonight"; "I'll drop by before noon"; or "I'll call you to set up a breakfast meeting on Wednesday." Then the weak excuses begin to follow. "I called but no one answered" (even though you have voice mail and no message was left). "I got tied up and forgot." "I was too tired." I suggest that we don't make promises if we aren't going to keep them. The person on the other end would prefer not hearing a promise that isn't going to be kept. Yes, there will be times when the execution of a promise will have to be rescheduled, but be up front with the person when you call to change the time. We aren't perfect, but we can mentor proper relationship skills to our friends and family by exhibiting accountability in our words of promise. We teach people that we are trustworthy-and how they can be trusted too. You'll be pleased at how people will pleasantly be surprised when you keep your promises. As my friend Florence Littauer says, "It takes so little to be above average." When you develop a reputation for being a woman who does what she says, your life will have more meaning and people will enjoy being around you.

So I was privileged to see the last rites of the Bokononist faith. We made an effort to find someone among the soldiers and the household staff who would admit that he knew the rites and would give them to "Papa". We got no volunteers. That was hardly surprising, with a hook and an oubliette so near. So Dr. von Koenigswald said that he would have a go at the job. He had never administered the rites before, but he had seen Julian Castle do it hundreds of times. "Are you a Bokononist?" I asked him. "I agree with one Bokononist idea. I agree that all religions, including Bokononism, are nothing but lies." "Will this bother you as a scientist," I inquired, "to go through a ritual like this?" "I am a very bad scientist. I will do anything to make a human being feel better, even if it's unscientific. No scientist worthy of the name could say such a thing." And he climbed into the golden boat with "Papa". He sat in the stern. Cramped quarters obliged him to have the golden tiller under one arm. He wore sandals without socks, and he took these off. And then he rolled back the covers at the foot of the bed, exposing "Papa's" bare feet. He put the soles of his feet against "Papa's" feet, assuming the classical position for boko-maru. "Gott mate mutt," crooned Dr. von Koenigswald. "Dyot meet mat," echoed "Papa" Monzano. "God made mud," was what they'd said, each in his own dialect. I will here abandon the dialects of the litany. "God got lonesome," said Von Koenigswald. "God got lonesome." "So God said to some of the mud, 'Sit up!'" - "So God said to some of the mud, 'Sit up!'" "'See all I've made,' said God, 'the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars.'" - "'See all I've made,' said God, 'the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars.'" "And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around." - "And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around." "Lucky me; lucky mud." "Lucky me, lucky mud." Tears were streaming down "Papa's" cheeks. "I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done." - "I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done." "Nice going, God!" "Nice going, God!" "Papa" said it with all his heart. "Nobody but You could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have." - "Nobody but You could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have." "I feel very unimportant compared to You." - "I feel very unimportant compared to You." "The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around." - "The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around." "I got so much, and most mud got so little." - "I got so much, and most mud got so little." "Deng you vore da on-oh!" cried Von Koenigswald. "Tz-yenk voo vore lo yon-yo!" wheezed "Papa". What they had said was, "Thank you for the honor!" "Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep." - "Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep." "What memories for mud to have!" - "What memories for mud to have!" "What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!" - "What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!" "I loved everything I saw!" - "I loved everything I saw!" "Good night." - "Good night." "I will go to heaven now." - "I will go to heaven now." "I can hardly wait..." - "I can hardly wait..." "To find out for certain what my wampeter was..." - "To find out for certain what my wampeter was..." "And who was in my karass..." - "And who was in my karass..." "And all the good things our karass did for you." - "And all the good things our karass did for you." "Amen." - "Amen.

Please tell me about it. You have been honest with me about my appearance, and that is of great help to me. It allows me to be prepared, to keep my composure. Something must have happened within the royal family before I arrived here. You must help me understand, so I can again prepare for whatever challenges it may bring." "Dear Lady Lalak, much has happened and much has passed. You need not be troubled about such past events. . . We are still trying to recover from the Kan attack." "Yes, I am learning of the Kan attack and its aftermath. What I speak of, I believe, is more personal to Pakal. If you know, I plead to you for the truth. I can bear knowing, but I cannot bear being kept ignorant of things that will affect my future here.

Men cannot make good decisions about their lifelong mate when driven by the passions of youth. If Pakal is continuing to see this woman, I will immediately put this to an end." -- Sak K'uk, Queen Mother of Janaab Pakal, Ruler of Palenque.

Finally, I thought. I’m learning some Premier League skills!

Riley? I wondered. Playing as a defender?

Brock

Let’s get to it. Listen, I know I’m not even a starter yet—” “Should be,” Brock interrupted. “Truth,” John added. “Hundred percent,” Eddy said. Otto nodded wisely. “Grave crime against humanity.

From here,” she said, “I can dribble or make a pass, whatever I want. It’s a better trap—a better first touch—than stopping the ball with the bottom of your foot. If the ball is under your foot, it takes more time to move the ball into a playable position. That’s just one example of how advanced trapping can lead to a better first touch, and make you a better player. Now, let’s pair up and do some drills.

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sometimes helped DJ at a nightclub.

Riley raced to get back. It was going to be close. Goran arrived first, but Riley was right behind him. As Riley approached, Goran shielded him off the ball, frustrating Riley so much he pushed Goran in the back. Coach Anderson started to call a foul, but Goran barely moved. He kept shielding Riley, carried the ball forward, and blasted a shot past JoJo. As Goran ran back, he passed right beside Riley and gave him a shoulder bump. Riley turned and began shouting in Goran’s face. Goran just laughed. Riley raised a fist. The whistle blew as Kenji ran over and wrapped his arms around his teammate. Samantha had a long talk with Riley, while Coach Anderson took Goran aside. The rest of the game, Goran and Riley fought like hungry badgers, tackling each other hard, tugging jerseys, and trying to level each other with shoulder charges. Goran couldn’t beat him one v one because Riley was too fast and good, but Riley had trouble stealing the ball from Goran because he’s so big and strong. Riley finally got the ball on a breakaway. His rattail flying,

Prince Yosef glanced at the bright anomaly and also wondered if it would ever cease existing or if it were to be a permanent addition to the night sky. “But then, what is permanent? The stars that men gaze on, are they really there? The atmosphere of the earth, has it always been oxygen? Could it not have been another substance? The animals on the earth, were they always as they were or were there different types?” Yosef pondered. “How often have oceans risen and fallen? “The mysterious light that has been present since Miriam’s conception, does it descend from a star that is real or from a star that had perished eons ago? Do our words somehow remain, captured in the atmosphere, waiting to return to someone’s ears. The internal energy of man—his soul—when it perishes, as it must, will the man whom it embraced be forgotten? “Ideologies, how often do they change? Every generation? Every hundred years? Every thousand years? Mohse wrote the books of constant law! Ezra sealed them, making them unchangeable! But then the Greeks came. They invaded the world with different ideas. Different ways of discerning truth! Cyrus came before them with his Zoroastrianism, challenging the established Marduk! Can Yehuway’s truth reside alongside Greeks and Babylonian philosophers? No. For man is a thing inside Yehuway, and without Yehuway, what can be? Can Yehuway perish leaving us behind?” Yosef shook his head. “No! Yehuway’s essence cannot perish! Nothing exists without Yehuway! The Greeks’ intellect, how cunning is its invasion into the concrete reality of Mohse! Hellenistic thoughts have penetrated and conquered the P’rushim’ and Tz’dukim’ intellect. Immortality of the soul! No resurrection! No angels. Heaven’s reward and hell’s damnation according to one’s earthly deeds! All invasive Greek ideologies that are steadfastly adhering and corrupting the Mosaic truths. The Greeks’ intellect is an infectious intellect, founded on nothing but myth and fantasy. “It is man’s spirit that transcends itself to wait in a holding place in Yehuway’s memory. The Greeks declared a heaven and a hell. A tormenting residence and a rewarding residence. Such invasive thoughts are hideous to me. Paganism at its supreme level! The soul perishes. All thoughts become nonexistent! The body is consumed by the earth’s processes. A well versed man in the laws of Yehuway could not accept anything else! I will teach my son to be aware of false tautologies. “It is the personality of the individual that is remembered by Yehuway and it is that exact personality that is brought back to life. It will come back in a different body. In a different tone of voice. But the mannerisms will be the same. The intellect identical. “Yet, what man can return if the Mashi’ach fails in his mission to ransom man’s sins? What man may dwell alongside his past, risen ancestors if the Mashi’ach fails? What man can be if the Mashi’ach fails? What future can there be? Before Adam was created there was void! What is void? It is nothingness. It is total darkness! Total nonexistence. No thoughts. No light. No stars. No motions of the wind or of the seas.

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Human understanding is limited—and the things that metaphysics seeks to know, we can never know.

These three laws, by which our thinking is naturally impelled from one idea to another which resembles it, or which is next to it, or is its effect—these three laws characterize all our mental operations, including all our reasoning, and specifically they characterize our scientific ideas. Of the three laws of association of ideas, the association or connection of ideas by cause and effect, says Hume, is the most powerful connection between our ideas.

Bullshit, la Sicilia non esiste, gli sentiamo dire in tono piuttosto agitato dalla cucina. Io lo so perché ci sono nato. Senza offesa, bro', ma è tutta la sera che dici cazzate. Cosa succede?, chiedo, portando in tavola il pesce che Pupetta ha preparato per secondo. Dice Sicilia, e tz, fa tz con la bocca, l'amico americano. E basta, cazzo. Ma non si possono più sentire queste storie sulla specialità di quest'isola di merda. Come se in Sardegna non ci fosse il mare, come se in Irlanda non avessero la campagna, come se in Australia non ci battesse il sole. Tesoro, sono cazzate. Ha bevuto un po' troppo, cerca di spiegare Pupetta al fidanzato. [...] No, no, lascialo continuare, dice però John, è interessante, quando i siciliani si arrabbiano è interessante, mi ricordano certi personaggi di Pirandello. Pirandello fa cacare, dice Gaga. Tomasi di Lampedusa fa cacare. E Camilleri, anche Camilleri fa cacare?, chiede l'americano. Camilleri è il male assoluto. Dovrebbero imprigionarlo e rileggerli tutti i romanzi di Montalbano fino a che non implori pietà. Bisognerebbe mettere mano alla pistola ogni volta che qualcuno dice della splendida decadenza de dell'irrimediabilità di questo posto, come fanno Camilleri Pirandello Tomasi. Bisognerebbe appiccare il fuoco, incendiare tutto, la, togliere ogni punto di riferimento agli isolani e al resto del mondo. Bisognerebbe, ecco, bisognerebbe che qualcuno si decidesse a scrivere un piccolo manuale per organizzare una guerra lampo, radere al suolo la Sicilia e resettare la mente di quelli un po' cretini come te. Senza offesa, tesoro, era solo un esempio.

pushed the ball forward, and recovered it a step ahead of him. That one step was all I needed. With Riess safely behind me, I pushed the ball into a beautiful square of empty wet grass, rain dripping down my face. Ahead of me, John had his back to his defender, waiting for the pass. I gave it to him and surged forward. Using his bulky body to shield his defender, John slipped me a one-touch give-and-go, feeding me the ball at the penalty spot. The pass was perfect. Now

It is very often, that after a great deal of effort expended in our investigative endeavours, we find no plausibility or connection at all. That is a perfectly acceptable outcome in our line of work.

Ronaldo

Beppo

nutmegging him

They did not have an “r” in their language, so they heard her name as “Malina.” They added the honorific “-tzin” to the end, and it became “Malintzin,” which sometimes came out as “Malintze.” As the Spanish speakers did not have the “tz” sound in their language, they heard the “Malinchi” or sometimes “Malinche.” Thus when they did not call her “doña Marina,” they called her “Malinche,” and so she has remained to historians ever since.

machine.

Premier League, is what it is,” I said, reaching for my packet of Cheez-Its. “The best soccer league in the world.

The weather is colder here. I’m tired because of the time change. My room is a little small, and I have a roommate from New York. Leo? Yeah? I don’t care about any of that crap. How’s the SOCCER? At the LONDON DRAGONS training camp?

it would be really hard to bring someone to England on short notice. Especially a minor.

The temperature was perfect, just above sixty degrees.

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sightseeing

You know them, right? The team that once had Messi, Neymar, and Mbappé all at the same time? How did they ever lose?

he claimed the Mona Lisa had just farted and that’s why she looked so pleased with herself.

he

Otto dove and headed the ball, catching it with a splat on his oversize forehead.

He was a decent midfielder, but to him, the goal was like a pretty girl. He couldn’t get anywhere near it without freezing up and doing something stupid.

Megging you all the time?

Hey, Brock?” “Yeah?” “Why don’t you go break a few mirrors?” “Huh?” “Think about it.

Where is Winesooth?” she had asked Wiktor, and he had said rather sharply: “On the map, where else?” “But where on the map? Clearly, it’s not on mine.” “It’s got to be,” he snapped, grabbing the map from her, then jabbing at it with his finger. “Right there, where it should be.” “But that says Lancut,” she protested, and when Wiktor looked again at the map he repeated: “It’s right here, where I said.” “But where you point…it’s Lancut.” For a long, perplexed moment Wiktor had looked at the map, then at his intended bride, and it was as if someone had lit a light in his face. “Darling, this is Winesooth.” “Are you teasing me?” “No!” he said emphatically, pointing to the letters Lancut. “That’s Winesooth. That’s how we pronounce it.” “Oh, Wiktor!” “Look for yourself. The L is pronounced W, the A isn’t like your A, sort of an I, which makes a Wine. Our C is really a TZ. And we give the final T a kind of Th sound. So it comes out Wine-tzooth.” She stared at her two maps, each of which clearly showed Lancut as the site of the palace; the word even carried a minute drawing of battlements to prove the point, but now she knew the name was really Winetzooth. Looking up, she had said: “I’m so glad you’ve proved you love me, Wiktor.” She had slammed the books shut. “Because otherwise I’d think you were trying to drive me crazy.” When it seemed that she would never master this difficult language, she had faced two alternatives: she could surrender in despair or she could laugh at herself and try anew.

Where is Winesooth?” she had asked Wiktor, and he had said rather sharply: “On the map, where else?” “But where on the map? Clearly, it’s not on mine.” “It’s got to be,” he snapped, grabbing the map from her, then jabbing at it with his finger. “Right there, where it should be.” “But that says Lancut,” she protested, and when Wiktor looked again at the map he repeated: “It’s right here, where I said.” “But where you point…it’s Lancut.” For a long, perplexed moment Wiktor had looked at the map, then at his intended bride, and it was as if someone had lit a light in his face. “Darling, this is Winesooth.” “Are you teasing me?” “No!” he said emphatically, pointing to the letters Lancut. “That’s Winesooth. That’s how we pronounce it.” “Oh, Wiktor!” “Look for yourself. The L is pronounced W, the A isn’t like your A, sort of an I, which makes a Wine. Our C is really a TZ. And we give the final T a kind of Th sound. So it comes out Wine-tzooth.” She stared at her two maps, each of which clearly showed Lancut as the site of the palace; the word even carried a minute drawing of battlements to prove the point, but now she knew the name was really Winetzooth. Looking up, she had said: “I’m so glad you’ve proved you love me, Wiktor.” She had slammed the books shut. “Because otherwise I’d think you were trying to drive me crazy.

Look for yourself. The L is pronounced W, the A isn’t like your A, sort of an I, which makes a Wine. Our C is really a TZ. And we give the final T a kind of Th sound. So it comes out Wine-tzooth.” She stared at her two maps, each of which clearly showed Lancut as the site of the palace; the word even carried a minute drawing of battlements to prove the point, but now she knew the name was really Winetzooth. Looking up, she had said: “I’m so glad you’ve proved you love me, Wiktor.” She had slammed the books shut. “Because otherwise I’d think you were trying to drive me crazy.

perception

only a fool obeys the law if it is against his own advantage.

The Good Life is not the life of reason alone, but that of the dominance of reason over the spirited energies and the bodily appetites.

Drawing towards and contemplating the vast sea of beauty, … at last the vision is revealed to him of a single science, which is the science of beauty everywhere.