Vd Quotes

I love you more than a hooker loves free VD testing day at the clinic

I mean, there is a reason its initials are VD. I bet you more people contract syphilis on Valentine's Day than on any other day of the year. What a cause for celebration.

Did you ever hear one of those corny, positive messages on someone's answering machine? 'Hi, it's a great day and I'm out enjoying it right now. I hope you are too. The thought for the day is share the love. Beep.' 'Uh, yeah, this is the VD clinic… speaking of being positive, your test is back. Stop sharing the love.

I love you more than a hooker loves free VD testing day at the clinic," she told me drunkenly.

The modern principle of representation – that each individual should participate in the state – grew out of the forests of Germany and will eventually dominate the entire modern world (VD I, 533/203).

Because I have a girlfriend, I try and take the straight and narrow path, which is good because it prevents VD.

Thank you so much, baby. I love you more than a hooker loves free VD testing day at the clinic," she told me drunkenly.

What the Motorcycle Said Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackerty-am-m, OM, AM: All-r-r-room, r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter- Am, the world’s my oyster. I hate plastic, wear it black and slick, hate hardhats, wear one on my head, That’s what the motorcycle said. Passed phonies in Fords, knockede down billboards, landed On the other side of The Gap, and Whee, bypassed history. When I was born (The Past), baby knew best. They shook when I bawled, took Freud’s path, threw away their wrath. R-r-rackety-am-m. Am. War, rhyme, soap, meat, marriage, the Phantom Jet are sh*t, and like that. Hate pompousness, punishment, patience, am into Love, hate middle-class moneymakers, live on Dad, that’s what the motorcycle said. Br-r-r-am-m-m. It’s Nowsville, man. Passed Oldies, Uglies, Straighties, Honkies. I’ll never be mean, tired, or unsexy. Passed cigarette suckers, souses, mother-fuckers, losers, went back to Nature and found how to get VD, stoned. Passed a cow, too fast to hear her moo, “I rolled our leaves of grass into one ball. I am the grassy All.” Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, Am: All-gr-r-rin, oooohgah, gl-l-utton- Am, the world’s my smilebutton.

Teach the child how to think and not what to think by equipping him with the weapons of Knowledge and Discernment.

She makes several references to Paul making her "burn," almost like she's conjugating verbs. I burn for him. He burns for me. We burn for each other. One cannot help but suspect VD as a factor in their engagement. This comes up again when King defines a "hapahali" as "two people jumping around in the same skin," an image which, like the burning, is disgusting.

I think you not to stand the

waved us off. “It’s a crying shame to waste such expensive scotch on Harold,

I told my doctor, “I think my wife has VD.” He gave himself a shot of penicillin.

Could it be? Had I actually found another human being who understood that VD was not a day for celebration but a cursed, commercial piece of bullshit lorded over by a tiny cherub-shaped tyrant?

As soon as Quinn slides his finger off my lips, and I’m free to speak, it’s out before I can stop myself. “Well, I hope you got checked for STDs, as you’re probably a poster child for VD after consorting with that tramp.

Oh—I discovered venereal warts on my ass last week. Had them burned off by Dr. Jones, in that VD Mill he runs on Lexington Avenue; if you went to him with a broken leg, he'd tell you it was syphilis—too too depressing/cheers.

One thing she did know was the greatest book on human psychology is the Bible. If you were lazy and did not wish to work, or if you had failed to make your way in society, you could always say, 'My kingdom is not of this world.' If you were a jet-set woman who believed in sleeping around, VD or no VD, you could always say Mary Magdalene had no husband, but didn't she wash the feet of Our Lord? Wasn't she the first person to see our risen saviour? If, in the other hand, you believed in the inferiority of the blacks, you could always say, 'Slaves, obey your masters.' It is a mysterious book, one of the greatest of all books, if not the greatest. Hasn't it got all the answers?

Most curable sickness can now be diagnosed and treated by laymen. People find it so difficult to accept this statement because the complexity of medical ritual has hidden from them the simplicity of its basic procedures. It took the example of the barefoot doctor in China to show how modern practice by simple workers in their spare time could, in three years, catapult health care in China to levels unparalleled elsewhere. In most other countries health care by laymen is considered a crime. A seventeen-year-old friend of mine was recently tried for having treated some 130 of her high-school colleagues for VD. She was acquitted on a technicality by the judge when expert counsel compared her performance with that of the U.S. Health Service. Nowhere in the U.S.A. can her achievement be considered "standard," because she succeeded in making retests on all her patients six weeks after their first treatment. Progress should mean growing competence in self-care rather than growing dependence. 5

Así opinaba el "Libertador" sobre Quito: "...hombres tan malvados e ingratos. Yo creo que le he dicho a Vd., antes de ahora, que los quiteños son los peores colombianos. El hecho es que siempre lo he pensado, y que se necesita un rigor triple que el que se emplearía en otra parte. Los venezolanos son unos santos en comparación de esos malvados. Los quiteños y los peruanos son la misma cosa: viciosos hasta la infamia y bajos hasta el extremo. Los blancos tienen el carácter de los indios, y los indios son todos truchimanes, todos ladrones, todos embusteros, todos falsos, sin ningún principio de moral que los guíe." Bolívar a Santander, Pativilca, 7 de enero de 1824

Melancholy is almost always at the core of every great work of beauty because it plays a chord that only the heart can comprehend.

Dharma is something that one discovers, because one cannot create something that is already there.

The freedom of expression is a necessity for the self-knowing of every being, which leads to perfect expression which is the orchestrated unison of one's inner and outer worlds.

Nothing is more truthful than listening to one's body.

Self-proclaimed artists limit themselves to ink on canvas or to the keys on a piano, but only a true artist will understand what art and real freedom really is – self-exploration without any limits which is a translation of said person's personal philosophy and way of life.

There is no 'I' in my thinking, only the 'Self', which is something that does not preside inside of me, but is projected outside and is given form. My thought is the stream that finds its way back to its source in the ocean of senses. That is where it derives its power. It creates its own reality.

Maturity It doesn't always come with age. In fact, it's deeper than age. It's about the way you see and understand things. The way you consider others. The way you communicate. The way you react. The things you value. The way you represent yourself and others as an adult. Everyone grows old, but not everyone grows up.

a beautiful heart is worth more than all of the riches in the world it can deliver treasures that money can't buy it will embark you on a journey a vacation that does not end it will give you vision to see color where others see dull with it you may appreciate the simplest things that which is fine in life will be that much refined all of the world trembles before it because it is that which only a few can discover.

a beautiful heart is worth more than all of the riches in the world those who think otherwise have truly experienced neither it can deliver treasures that money can't buy it will embark you on a journey a vacation that does not end it will give you vision to see color where others see dull with it you may appreciate the simplest things that which is fine in life will be that much more refined all of the world trembles before it because it is that which only a few can discover.

Tell me about yourself," Midori said. "What about me?" "Hmm, I don't know, what do you hate?" "Chicken and VD and barbers who talk too much." "What else?" "Lonely April nights and lacy telephone covers." "What else?" I shook my head. "I can't think of anything else." "My boyfriend - which is to say, my ex-boyfriend - had all kinds of things he hated. Like when I wore too-short skirts, or when I smoked, or how I got drunk too quickly, or said disgusting things, or criticized his friends. So if there's anything about me you don't like, just tell me, and I'll fix it if I can." "I can't think of anything," I said after giving it some thought. "There's nothing." "Really?" "I like everything you wear, and I like what you do and say and how you walk and how you get drunk. Everything." "You mean I'm really OK just the way I am?" "I don't know how you could change, so you must be fine the way you are." "How much do you love me?" Midori asked. "Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter," I said. "Far out," she said with a hint of satisfaction.

To have the courage to face your fears and pain is to not only bring peace to yourself, but others around you. Destroying metaphysical illusions prevents damage inflicted by delusions and neurosis. One who engages in this will come to see the value of suffering as it serves as new learning and an agent of strengthening. While those who avoid triggers or suffering because it is too 'difficult' in order to kill the pain, or are too cowardly to look at their imperfections to protect their image, kill themselves and others along with them.

the agonisingly stilted telephone call with George. Chapter 5 Disturbing Siesta Time Marigold deigned to join me for a stroll around the village in lieu of the promised dip. An enormous pair of rather glamorous sunglasses paired with a jaunty wide-brimmed straw sunhat, obscured her face, making it impossible to read her expression though I guessed she was still miffed at being deprived of her swim. As we walked past the church and the village square the leafy branches of the plane trees offered a shaded canopy against the sun. Our steps turned towards one of the narrow lanes that edged upwards through the village, the ancient cobbles worn smooth and slippery from the tread of donkeys and people. The sound of a moped disturbed the peace of the afternoon and we hastily jumped backwards at its approach, pressing our bodies against a wall as the vehicle zapped past us, the pensioned-off rider’s shouted greeting muffled by the noisy exhaust. Carrier bags of shopping dangling from the handlebars made me reflect the moped was the modern day equivalent of the donkey, though less useful; the old man was forced to dismount and cart the bags of shopping on foot when the cobbled lane gave way to steps. Since adapting to village life we had become less reliant on wheels. Back in Manchester we would have thought nothing of driving to the corner shop, but here in Meli we delighted in exploring on foot, never tiring of discovering

V.D. Savarkar disagreed with those Hindus who expected much from the recognition of the common origin of Hindus and Indian Muslims: “Some well-meaning but simple-minded Hindus amuse themselves with the thought … that inasmuch as the majority of Indian Moslems also are in fact allied to us by race and language … they could easily be persuaded to acknowledge this homogeneity and even blood relation with the Hindus and merge themselves into a common National Being if but we only remind them of these affinities and appeal to them in their name. … As if the Moslems do not know it all!! The fact is that the Moslems know of these affinities all but too well: the only difference [is] that while the Hindus love these affinities which bind the Hindu to a Hindu…—the Moslems hate the very mention of them and are trying to eradicate the very memory of it all.

By suffering, one is shown a path to awareness. Along that path is where we are truly born. When we choose to end our suffering, we choose enlightenment, the return to our true nature and to ourselves.

By suffering, one is shown a path to awareness. Along that path is where one discovers that he is truly born. By choosing to end one's suffering, one chooses enlightenment. Enlightenment is to return to our true nature and to ourselves.

By suffering, one is shown the path to awareness. Along that path is where one discovers that he is truly born. Once born, one is able to let go of one's suffering and choose enlightenment. Enlightenment therefore, is to return to ourselves, our true nature of virtue and truth.

Suffering offers a path to awareness. Awareness thus is required for one to be truly born. When one is born, one is able to then let go of suffering, choosing instead, enlightenment. Enlightenment is to return to ourselves and our true nature of truth and of virtue.

Suffering offers a path to awareness. Awareness allows us to be truly born. When one is born, one is able to then able to let go of suffering, choosing enlightenment. Enlightenment, thus, is to return to ourselves and our true nature. Our nature is Truth and Virtue.

Suffering offers a path to awareness. Awareness allows us to be re-born. Being re-born, one is able to let go of suffering and choose enlightenment. Enlightenment, thus, is to return to ourselves and our true nature. Our nature is Truth and Virtue.

Who is the American? He who wants to be free, independent and left alone by the government. He who is constantly exploring and pushing the envelope, discovering new things.

Who is the American? He who wants to be free, independent and left alone by the government. He who is constantly exploring and pushing boundaries, discovering new horizons.

Choose knowledge over the veil of ignorance. Only then will the universe reveal its secrets to you.

Indestructibility and clarity are byproducts of primordial awareness.

What is true and right for a nation is also true and right for the family unit and individual. Just as a nation will fall if undesirable individuals are given the power to lead, the family or individual will also fall if great spirits and minds are suppressed.

Truth isn't discovered by not going too far but by not going far enough.

To be convinced into accepting mediocrity is a great injustice.

Humans tend to not accept what is, but believe in that which makes them feel better.

No matter where a crow finds itself, it will always be black.

Seeking refuge within ourselves we realize that we are all.

Devotion to a lofty tradition is better than chasing a drifting trend.

Great heroes carry the journey's burdens, not on the shoulders, but in their hearts.

For us, Vietnam was and is much more than a country or a place. It is the spiral – the closing of doors and the opening of new ones; the catalyst for change and rebirth.

Often it is those with less who give more, because it is they who understand what it is like to need.

Success is determined by one's own inner peace, no more, no less.

The most understanding people are also usually the most misunderstood because understanding coincides with intelligence.

Through others, we identify and form our role in society by developing our abilities, but the true nature of our being is found though ourselves and by ourselves.

Through others, we identify our role in society by our abilities, but the true nature of our being is found though ourselves and by ourselves.

Humans tend not to accept what is, but believe in that which makes them feel better.

Knowledge is the philosopher's curse; stupidity is the child's gift.

Men are taught that if they are to have any worth that they need to abide by popular approval. What they are not told is that it will cost them their soul.

We are taught that if they are to have any worth, we need to abide by popular approval. What we are not told is that it will cost us our soul.

We are told that if we are to have any worth, we need to abide by popular approval. What we are not told is that it will cost us our soul.

Integrity and honesty are man's best traits; his actions reflect his character. Those who are without, instead, rely on approval and change according to how their environment makes them feel.

The wise react with acceptance; they love without attachments.

One who has experienced vices is often steps above one who has lived most of his life as an ascetic. He has gained a level of cerebral non-attachment, one that keeps him off of the high-horse and allows him to live and let live.

One who has experienced vices is often steps above one who has lived most of his life as an ascetic in the arena of understanding. He has gained a level of cerebral non-attachment, one that keeps him off of the high-horse and allows him to live and let live.

One who has experienced vices is often steps above one who has lived his entire life as an ascetic in the arena of understanding. He has gained a level of cerebral non-attachment that allows him to live and let live.

One who has experienced sensory vices often has a better understanding of non-attachment than one who has lived their entire life as an ascetic. He has grasped the concept of: to live and to let live.

We are our own compasses, wisdom and thought machines.

Reality is what everyone tells each other it is, and madness is not believing what they tell you.

Reality is what everyone tells each other it is. Madness is not believing what they tell you and thinking for yourself.

Madness is not believing what everyone tells each other and to think for oneself.

Madness is reserved for those who still have a voice and are capable of not having their thinking done for them because reality is merely a bunch of echoes that have materialized into a general consensus.

Reality is what everyone tells each other. Madness is what you tell yourself.

Reality is what everyone tells each other it is. Madness is not believing what they tell you.

Reality is merely a general consensus that has materialized from the echoes of one person to another. That is why madness is reserved for those individuals who still have retained their voice and are capable of thinking for themselves.

Reality is merely a general consensus that has passed from one person to another and madness is reserved for those individuals who have retained their voice and are capable of thinking for themselves.

Reality is a general consensus. Madness is the single voice that is still capable of thinking for itself.

Reality is a general consensus. Madness is the single voice independent voice.

Reality is a general consensus. Madness is the single independent voice.

A coward cares more for his public image than his integrity.

We are creatures of meaning and so living metaphysically should be taken into consideration before living advantageously. We have the will to write our way out of the story If we do not feel alive in the one we are in.

We are creatures of meaning and so living metaphysically should be taken into consideration before living advantageously. And if we do not feel alive in the one we are in then we have the will to write our way out of it.

That which is sacred is only sacred if we cannot laugh at it.

The French pride themselves in the superfluous passions of life but not its essential virtues.

It is not through self-obsessed motives or behavior that timeless messages are unearthed and call out for attention.

He patiently followed His will. He understood his mission. He said unpopular things. He eventually went to the sacred site.

Life that is not poem is life that has not been lived.

When we lose sight of the path that has been laid out in front of us, we will face repercussions. Faith does not prove anything without commitment or integrity.

It is the message that calls for attention, not self-obsessed motives or behavior.

An honorable individual brings attention to the message and not himself.

It is not through self-obsessed motives or behavior that timeless messages are unearthed and call for attention.

The differences between political parties are illusory. The masses are the means and those controlling the emotive narrative to thrive and divide are almost always on the beneficial receiving end of any change that is brought about.

The love of knowledge is the philosopher’s curse, therefore, if he wants to reach ‘the kingdom of God’, he has to will himself stupid in order to ‘be like the child’.

The ignorance of a child is the desire of the philosopher.

To free oneself from conditioning is to put oneself on the other side in order to see things from a different perspective. Truth usually rests somewhere in the middle.

To free oneself from conditioning is to put oneself on the other side in order to see things from a another perspective. Truth usually rests somewhere in the middle.

To free oneself from conditioning, one must to place oneself on the other side in order to gain another perspective. Truth usually rests somewhere in the middle.

To free oneself from conditioning, one must to place oneself on the other side in order to see things from another perspective. Truth usually rests somewhere in the middle.

To free yourself from conditioning, one must to place oneself on the other side in order to gain another perspective. Truth usually rests somewhere in the middle.

To free yourself from conditioning, one must be brave enough to venture to the other side in order to see things from a another perspective. Truth usually rests somewhere in the middle.