Ulis Quotes

Elene gasped and sat up. "Kylar Thaddeus Stern!" Kylar giggled. "Thaddeus? That's a good one. I knew a Thaddeus once." "So did I. He was a blind idiot." "Really?" Kylar said, his eyes dancing. "The one I knew was famous for his gigantic-" "Kylar!" Elene interrupted, motioning toward Uly. "His gigantic what?" Uly asked. "Now you did it." Elene said, "His gigantic what, Kyler?" "Feet. And you know what they say about big feet." He winked lasciviously at Elene. "What?" Uly asked. "Big Shoes," Kylar said.

Kaya nga sa fairy tale, lagi na lang sinasabing 'and they live happily ever after' kasi hindi maikwento ano talaga ang naging ending. Nung magpakasal ang prinsesang maganda sa isinumpang prinsipe na naging palaka na bumalik uli sa pagiging gwapo ng prinsipe(matapos mahalikan), hindi pa naman ending yun. Kalagitnaan pa lang ng buhay nila yun. Ilan ang anak nila? Nanganak kaya ang prinsesa ng butete? Ano ang nangyari sa kanila nung tumanda sila? Sino ang unang namatay? kahit nga ang buhay sa mundo, matapos di umano ang katapusan ng mundo, magsisimula uli ang tao sa bagong paraiso. Wala pa ring closure.

Kung magkikita uli kami, bahala na uli si Batman. Ayokong paghandaan ang malayo sa katotohanan.

Kahit nga ang buhay sa mundo, matapos di umano ang katapusan ng mundo, magsisimula uli ang tao sa bagong paraiso. Wala pa ring closure.

Ulis, he prayed, abandoning the set words, let my anger die with him. Let both of us be freed from the burden of his actions. Even if I cannot forgive him, help me not to hate him. Ulis was a cold god, a god of night and shadows and dust. His love was found in emptiness, his kindness in silence. And that was what Maia needed. Silence, coldness, kindness. He focused his thoughts carefully on the familiar iconography, the image of Ulis’s open hands; the god of letting go was surely the god who would listen to an unwilling emperor. Help me not to feel hatred, he prayed, and after a while it became easier to ask that Dazhis find peace, that Maia’s anger not be added to the weight against his soul.

May choice naman yata ako na hindi umasa sa pagbabalik ni Jen. Na kalimutan na siya nang tuluyan at maghanap na ng iba o mahanap ako ng iba. O pwedeng ako lang at wala na siya sa sistema ko. Dati naman akong okay nung wala pa siya. Dapat okay pa rin ako kahit wala na siya. Pero choice ko yata na pahirapan ang sarili ko. At sa ginagawa kong pagpapahirap sa sarili ko, parang nasisiyahan ako. Masaya yata ako na nahihirapan akong mahalin siya mula sa kawalan. Teka, kung masaya ako kahit nahihirapan ako... hindi kaya mas mahal ko ang sarili ko kesa sa kanya? Kung pinipilit ko siyang magstay para maging masaya ako pero hindi naman siya masaya, hindi rin ako magiging masaya. Kung masaya siya na malaya siya at masaya ako na masaya siya, teka uli... ultimately, ako ang sumasaya sa lahat ng ito? Dapat akong maging masaya! Bakit hindi ako masaya? Masaya ba ako o may sayad na?

I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you’re sleeping. I love your hair streaming out behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn’t have too much mud or blood in it. I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny, downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they’re cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me. You’re the best warrior I know, the best leader. You’re the most comforting mom we’ve ever had. You’re the biggest goof ball, the worst driver, and a tr uly lousy cook. You’ve kept us safe and provided for us, in good times and bad. You’re my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, with wings or without.

Nicht nach oben buckeln und nach unten treten - sondern umgekehrt.

Banatan mo uli, p’re.

Ganoon siguro talaga ang pag-ibig, masasaktan ka pero tatanggapin mo. Alam mong wala namang pag-asa pero aasa ka. Iiyak pero susubok uli. Dahil ang pag-ibig ay isang bagay na sulit ipaglaban.

Development is always a team effort. The lenders, contractors, professional consultants, and other specialists described in this chapter represent the major players with whom developers must be familiar, but they are not the only ones.

In February 1982, Uli Hoeness was the sole survivor of a plane crash that killed three of his best friends. ‘That day, the sunny boy in me died,’ Hoeness later said, but people who know him well claim it was rather the egotist in him that died. Under his guidance, Bayern slowly and often secretly would now also become what the writer Dietrich Schulze-Marmeling has called a ‘welfare organisation’. No German club played more benefits and did more to raise money for those in need than Bayern. And when Markus Babbel left the club for Liverpool under less than amicable circumstances in 2000, he always let it be known he would never speak badly of Hoeness. ‘Among the top clubs in Europe, Bayern are the most humane,’ Babbel said. ‘They have always shown generosity when there were problems. Take Alan McInally, who became an invalid and didn’t have any insurance. The club said: we’ll give you severance pay. They practically gifted him the money. Our business manager is somebody you can talk to about such things.

Ulys rarely left the house anymore, knowing that his appearance would incite speculation. His doctors came to him, and he declined invitations with the excuse that his writing demanded all his attention. “I’m sure they’d welcome your company.” “My dear lady,” he asked urgently, seizing her hands. “Are those documents by any chance from the Century Company?” “Why, yes,” she replied, surprised. “It’s a publishing contract.” “For his memoirs, I presume. Has he signed it yet?” “Probably not. He and Fred wanted to give it one last careful examination.

Landowners may contribute their property as equity—always scarce for the beginning developer—but they might also supply debt, via seller financing, at terms unavailable through financial institutions. Even if they do not materially participate, landowners can tie up land while financing and approvals are obtained. In income property, key tenants might also be offered partnerships to induce them to lease space in the project, particularly if the project can be designed around the tenant’s specific needs.

Nonetheless, the time and effort spent in finding the best possible team are a good investment. Developers can spend as much time in search of relationships as they do in seeking investment capital.

A common practice among even very large firms is for the principals to retain the responsibility for making deals, initiating and maintaining strategic relationships, hiring and compensation, the activities most reliant on personal contacts, reputation, and understanding of

Smaller firms are more often organized by project, larger ones by function. That is, owners of small firms tend to appoint one individual to be in charge of each project, with the group working on that project responsible for all aspects of it—financing, construction, marketing, leasing, and general management. In large firms, on the other hand, one group is responsible for each key function across all projects.3 In some organizations, employees report to two different managers, one responsible for function and the other for

A written agreement that defines each partner’s role, responsibilities, cash contributions, tax needs, and share of liabilities and that sets out criteria for the dissolution or modification of the partnership is an essential document.

Successful developers know that accountability is just as important for functions handled by consultants as it is for in-house services.

Mature development companies have built a network of relations with financial, political, and professional players and have cash flow and assets that confer staying power, the so-called deep pockets. These firms tend to focus on larger, more sophisticated projects that tend to be more profitable and that require fewer managers than multiple smaller, less predictable projects. With higher barriers to entry, they usually face less competition.

Fornander says that from ancient times, the three genealogies he lists were considered as equal in authority and independent of each other. He considered them the most accurate of the many he received. The Kumuhonua and Pa‘ao genealogies were of the priests and chiefs of Hawai‘i. The Kumu‘uli genealogy was of the chiefs of Kaua‘i and O‘ahu. It is interesting that all three record the first man and his three sons, and Nu‘u (Noah) and his three sons. The Kumuhonua and the Pa‘ao genealogies both continue to include Lua Nu‘u who corresponds to Abraham and his two sons, Kū Nawao (corresponding to Ishmael) and Kalani Mene Hune (corresponding to Isaac). They also include the two sons of Kalani Mene Hune, Aholoholo (Esau) and Kinilau-a-Mano (Jacob), and Kinilau-a-Mano’s twelve sons. These genealogies end with Papa Nui, the legendary female progenitor of the Polynesian people. These genealogies are from the later comers to Hawai‘i, the people who came from Tahiti. The genealogy of Kumu‘uli includes Nu‘u (Noah) but does not include Lua Nu‘u (Abraham) or his descendants. This genealogy ends with Wakea, the legendary male progenitor of the Hawaiian people.29 One could speculate that the Hawaiian people are the joining of two different groups of Proto-Polynesians in the marriage of Papa and Wakea. One line, the line of Wakea, splitting off towards the east at the time of the Tower of Babel, and the other splitting off toward the east sometime after the Israelites entered Canaan.*

Wood and his friends knew their phones were tapped, and he was personally aware of being monitored. His daily routine would have him cross through Checkpoint Charlie into the western zone, mainly to coordinate coverage with Uli Jörges, or report on West Berlin stories, occassionally meet our guys in the military to trade gossip, or simply do some shopping. Uli Jörges was aware of the East German intelligence service’s surveillance in West Berlin as well as East. “The Stasi obviously bugged my phone in our West Berlin Reuters office, and we knew they had mapped out our homes and wherever we stayed.

Humans have wrought unspeakable damage to the landscape on an unprecedented scale and at a frightening pace.

Because I asked them not to. It was the one condition I made when I left you with them. I made them swear they’d never reveal your origin. They gave me their word as Norriel. And they kept it.” “But why? I don’t understand.” “Because your life was in great danger. The best way to save you was to keep your origin and whereabouts a secret. Nobody was to know where you were or else you’d die; there was a latent risk we couldn’t ignore. And Mirta and Ulis kept their word, and with it they saved your life. For the next eighteen years you were in no danger, since nobody knew where you were hidden. I visited your parents secretly on several occasions, making sure it was a time when you were not there. Their happiness at having you could not have been greater. Your parents were very proud of you, Komir, and they loved you more than their own lives. I know because they told me so. That you must know.” Komir’s eyes moistened. “If you knew I was in danger, if you brought me to my parents fleeing from danger, then you know who was after me. Not only that, you know who was trying to kill me, and so you know who killed my parents. Who, Haradin?” The Mage bowed his head. “I don’t have the answer you want, Komir.” “Yes you do, Haradin, I know you do! Tell me!” Komir insisted. “I never succeeded in finding out who wanted you dead. What I can tell you is that the assassins I fought were from somewhere very distant, from another continent, if my guess is correct. Hence I guess that their master, the one who ordered your death, must also have been. The assassins I defeated to save your life had slanted eyes. They belong to no known race of Tremia, and that I can tell you for sure as I’ve traveled the whole continent in

asked them not to. It was the one condition I made when I left you with them. I made them swear they’d never reveal your origin. They gave me their word as Norriel. And they kept it.” “But why? I don’t understand.” “Because your life was in great danger. The best way to save you was to keep your origin and whereabouts a secret. Nobody was to know where you were or else you’d die; there was a latent risk we couldn’t ignore. And Mirta and Ulis kept their word, and with it they saved your life. For the next eighteen years you were in no danger, since nobody knew where you were hidden. I visited your parents secretly on several occasions, making sure it was a time when you were not there. Their happiness at having you could not have been greater. Your parents were very proud of you, Komir, and they loved you more than their own lives. I know because they told me so. That you must know.” Komir’s eyes moistened. “If you knew I was in danger, if you brought me to my parents fleeing from danger, then you know who was after me. Not only that, you know who was trying to kill me, and so you know who killed my parents. Who, Haradin?” The Mage bowed his head. “I don’t have the answer you want, Komir.” “Yes you do, Haradin, I know you do! Tell me!” Komir insisted. “I never succeeded in finding out who wanted you dead. What I can tell you is that the assassins I fought were from somewhere very distant, from another continent, if my guess is correct. Hence I guess that their master, the one who ordered your death, must also have been. The assassins I defeated to save your life had slanted eyes. They belong to no known race of Tremia, and that I can tell you for sure as I’ve traveled the whole continent in

CHRIS CAFFERY:  I'd have to say that everybody's favorite old Scorpions song as a guitar player is "The Sails of Charon." That song is the one that you heard and you were like, "What the heck is this?!" Because it was trippy, it was different. The funny thing is if you ever look at the old interviews that Yngwie Malmsteen did, he never credited Uli - until recently. He used to say, "Oh, I did not know who Uli Roth was." And it's like, "Bullshit you didn't! You stole everything you ever did from him and Blackmore!" [Laughs]

Julia would gladly have stayed for one more term and had no qualms about scrapping George Washington’s precedent. “Oh, Ulys! was that kind to me?” she protested. “Was it just to me?” “Well,” he replied, “I do not want to be here another four years. I do not think I could stand it.” Rather than feel sympathy for her husband’s plight as a profoundly overburdened president, Julia chose to feel “deeply injured.

When the high-priest Paao arrived with Pili he introduced some new gods while recognizing the old, strengthened and enlarged the scope of the tabu, and established an hereditary priest-hood independent of, and second only in authority to, the supreme political head. Different grades of priests also came into existence, such as seers, prophets, astrologers and kahunas of various function, including the power of healing and destroying. In fact, the priesthood embraced ten distinct grades or colleges, each possessing and exercising powers peculiar to it, and the mastery of all of them was one of the qualifications of the high-priesthood. The tutelar deity of the entire body was Uli.

Gerald Hüther jest profesorem neurobiologii w Klinice Psychiatrycznej Uniwersytetu w Getyndze. Autor licznych artykułów i książek naukowych i popularnonaukowych. W maju br. ukazała się w Polsce jego książka „Wszystkie dzieci są zdolne” (napisana wspólnie z Uli Hauserem). W połowie października Gerald Hüther będzie gościem konferencji organizowanych w Bydgoszczy, Płocku i Warszawie, a także weźmie udział w pokazach filmu „Alfabet”, który powstał przy jego współudziale.

You love arguing, don’t you?” Despite the question, Uly’s smile was warm. “I like stating my opinion.” She glared at Rick, who wasn’t fooling anybody by coughing.

called?—who’d been self-aware enough to play sabacc and gloat over the winnings. It had had a sarcastic circuit a klick wide. Uli

I think this galaxy would be a whole lot nicer and more pleasant place to live if we all just stop killing one another. Who's with me on this?" A few chuckles and a couple of faux cheers were the response. "You're a visionary," I-Five told him. "Float it past Palpatine, see what he thinks," Uli suggested.

Would she ever tire of Uli’s irrepressible optimism? The brightness in Uli’s soul seemed purpose-built to illuminate the darkness in Lise’s own, drawing her out of her tendency toward gloom and bringing her, willingly, toward joy.