Warnock Quotes

After all we speak of people 'taking refuge' in vagueness -the more precise you are, in general the more likely you are to be wrong, whereas you stand a good chance of not being wrong if you make it vague enough.

Philosophers often seem to think that they can just 'assign' any meaning whatever to any word; and so no doubt, in an absolutely trivial sense, they can (like Humpty-Dumpty).

Hiram Revels, Blanche K. Bruce, Edward Brooke, Carol Moseley Braun, Barack Obama, Roland W. Burris, Tim Scott, William “Mo” Cowan, Cory A. Booker, Kamala D. Harris, Raphael Warnock: that is the full and complete list of African Americans to serve in the United States Senate in the history of this country.

Without imagination we should be lost; for only with its help can we interpret our experience, turn it into experience of an outer world, and thus make use of it in understanding what and where we are, and what we need to do.

To lead a human life, a man must have a notion of himself as having a past and a future.

Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility, or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can't remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, the law, or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay wizard. You see? If all you remember in years to come is the 'gay wizard' joke, I've come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals: the first step to self-improvement.

In October 2014 files released from the National Archives revealed that MI5 ‘opened personal files on the popular historian A. J. P. Taylor, the writer Iris Murdoch and the moral philosopher Mary Warnock after they and [Christopher] Hill signed a letter supporting a march against the nuclear bomb in 1959’.

Without imagination, we merely see or hear, and even if we see or hear that the objects of the senses are beautiful, we cannot feel that they are so. The difference is this: in feeling the beauty of objects, we enjoy not only the common, shared pleasures of the senses, but also the private pleasures of the imagination, peculiar to ourselves, and such that we have to struggle to articulate them.

Making Sugar from Garden Beets I was recently reminded that in his book The Self-sufficient Life and How to Live It, John Seymour gives brief instructions for producing sugar at home from sugar beets. Sugar

Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.

Let us constantly bear in mind the rules and principles of Christian warfare; namely, that we conquer by yielding, we receive by giving, we overcome by being defeated, and we live by dying. There is no other way except the way of the Cross.

While I miss them (his two children), I remind myself that I am fighting for them and for all children. I am fighting so that they will forever have a home, a sustainable planet where they can breathe freely, and a vibrant and prosperous democracy where they can live freely.

Novels, says Sartre, are not life, but they owe our power upon us, as upon himself as an infant, to the fact that they are somehow like life. In life, he once remarked, 'all ways are barred and nevertheless we must act. So we try to change the world; that is, to live as if the relations between things and their potentialities were governed not by deterministic processes but by magic.' The as if of the novel consists in a similar negation of determinism, the establishment of an accepted freedom by magic. We make up aventures, invent and ascribe the significance of temporal concords to those 'privileged moments' to which we alone award their prestige, make our own human clocks tick in a clockless world. And we take a man who is by definition de trop, and create a context in which he isn't. The novel is a lie only as our quotidian inventions are lies. The power which goes to its making--the imagination --is a function of man's inescapable freedom. This freedom, in Mary Warnock's words, 'expresses itself in his ability to see things which are not.' It is by his fiction that we know he is free. It is not surprising that Sartre as ontologist, having to describe many kinds of fictive behaviour, invents stories to do so, thus moving into a middle ground between life and novel. ....

And in spite of the relative obscurity in which these women lived, I came to realize how much they influenced men, their husbands and especially their sons, and even-indirectly, by silent example (as did the teachers)-men they never saw or met. Not only did the women influence, but in many cases they helped to determine events: whom their sons would marry, whom their daughters would marry, whether or not a child would go on to school and university. And they did this without coercion, without publicity, and above all without reproach.

RAMPICANTE (ITALIAN VINING ZUCCHINI) This is one of my all-time most-loved garden vegetables because it does double duty as both a summer zucchini and a winter butternut-type squash. This Italian heirloom is a vining summer squash rather than a bush plant. The fruit is long and trumpet-shaped, curls gently, and features medium to light-green striped skin. The flesh looks like other zucchini but tastes sweeter, another reason this squash should be more popular. All the seeds are contained in a small bulb at the end of the long fruit, so this zucchini is easy to use and does not need to be picked within days of appearing on the vine to be tender and tasty, as other summer squash does.

James and Colleen Simmons, authors of Daniel's Challenge and Original Fast Foods, and owners of LDShealth.ning.com, have this to say on the subject: “The commercial bread-making industry figured out how to isolate strains of yeast that made bread raise very quickly compared to the old-fashion bread-making method; soon sourdough starts became a thing of the past for most of us. What we didn't know when we traded Old-World leavening techniques for quick-rise yeasts, is that not everything in wheat is good for you. In fact, there are several elements in wheat that are down-right problematic and that have led to grain intolerances in about 20 percent of today's population. When you compare what happens to the bread when it is leavened with commercial yeasts versus a good sourdough starter, another story unfolds…. The sourdough starter contains several natural strains of friendly bacteria and yeasts that also cause bread to rise; however, these friendly bacteria also neutralize the harmful effects of the grain. They neutralize phytic acids that otherwise prevent minerals found in the grain from being absorbed properly; they predigest the gluten, and they also neutralize lignans and tanins found in wheat.”1

stay the course, no matter how bleak the outlook.

to be effective, you have to be willing to put your body in the game—show up, give what you have (your time, your money, your skills), and do what you’re asking of others.

A vote is sacred. It avows the worth of every human being. It is in essence a prayer for the kind of world we desire for ourselves and our children.

It was as if I were an actor, and I had been given lines to deliver. I hit my marks.

As Donna relayed this experience to me the next day, she told me that the look in Phebe’s eyes as she turned to her was a mixture of pain, confusion, fear, and something she couldn’t quite recognize. She had never seen another mother hurt like that right in front of her.

We need you to demonstrate rapid repentance,

Hurt people hurt people,

Please, test me. Give me a chance to have a relationship with you. We love you.” Phebe had started to cry. “Let me show you.

I wanted to let you know that we accept your repentance, and we will advise the kids that they can renew their relationship with you now.

A guttural cry came from her throat, like a wounded animal.

After a few minutes of hollow praying,

I was grieving for my unrealized expectation of God.

Dear David, Ever since the Lord SAVED me, a WORTHLESS SINNER 40 years ago, I’ve never neglected a single day to read the Bible. It’s made all the difference in my life. And as I’ve told you, you need to be reading the 1611 King James Version of the Bible. Every other version is a PERVERSION. That’s the only true version authenticated by the Lord.

I wanted to stare at the Pacific Ocean. I wanted to stare at the giant sequoia trees.

I glanced at Phebe and noticed her hands shaking, then realized she was trembling all over, like an ill person. Bethany had told her they were coming to “hear our hearts.

I finally gave up and eliminated whatever it was in me that needed his approval.

Questions with predetermined answers are not truly questions. When we entertain those questions, we are merely playing games with ourselves. We are pretending to explore real answers, but we don’t dare open ourselves up to a different answer, one that wasn’t expected. One that wasn’t safe.

I guess you could get the Christmas tree.” Inexplicably, our brittle-branched spruce Christmas tree had not caught fire.

Her emotions were raw, and her questions unfiltered.

He looked up at me without saying a word and went back to his wrestling with God.

Her voice was tired. Resigned. She sounded lost and afraid. Over the summer I had said all the words I knew to say to Janet, to anyone in her position. And I could not bring myself to say those words again. I was just done. I realized suddenly that neither of us had said anything for what seemed like hours, but was actually just a couple of minutes of silence.

As I studied my Bible, I saw that Jesus had more to say about answered prayer than almost anything. And yet, I just didn’t see a lot of it.

I wanted to understand what God was doing. I wanted to understand what God was not doing. And I wanted to know why.

Influence: that was the currency. Everyone seemed to want more.

I was alarmed at his anger. And a little sick to my stomach. Why couldn’t we just be working together to try to serve the people and minister the love of Jesus to the community? Why did it have to be complicated?

Ruth called herself an Intercessor, capital “I.” Those were people who believed God had given them a gift of intercessory prayer, and that He gave special attention to their prayers.

That night we circulated sign-up sheets for a 24/7 prayer vigil.

She liked to think of herself as a prayer warrior.

We had prayed for God’s presence to be evident to the friends and family who were seated in the yard. We knew that many of them did not know the Lord. Everything in our lives was an opportunity to be a witness for the Lord, including our wedding.

My impression of things was that God was not pleased with how we had behaved in the past year. So there was a cloud of shame that hovered over us that first night as we shared the marriage bed. And thereafter.

$14.95! It’s too much!” My voice was louder than I expected. I took a breath. “We have got to quit spending money! Real life is not FantasyLand!

She had long, flowing Farrah Fawcett hair and wore a form-fitting white jumpsuit that accentuated her dark skin. The sleeves of the jumpsuit were cut short, showing off her long, slim arms, and wedge heels beneath her bell-bottomed legs made her look taller than she already was.  As she glanced quickly around the room, I didn’t manage to catch her eye. I was a bit distracted for the rest of that training session, and knew I needed to find out more about this beautiful young woman. I kept glancing across the room as the afternoon wore on, noticing little things about her. She wore a charm bracelet on her left wrist, and what looked like a family heirloom ring was nestled on the slender pinkie of her right hand.

Empathy instead of shame.

Now, I stared at the ring on the Bible where a beer can had sat too long.

...a nation still reckoning with the complexity of its own self-understanding, conceived in liberty, expanded through genocide, built by slaves.

When someone who is far from God and therefore spiritually dead, becomes a child of God and is forgiven by Him. They are made new and become spiritually alive to God.

As the 1970s drew to a close, and Commodore, Tandy, Altair, and Apple began to emerge from the sidelines, PARC director Bert Sutherland asked Larry Tesler to assess what some analysts were already predicting to be the coming era of “hobby and personal computers.” “I think that the era of the personal computer is here,” Tesler countered; “PARC has kept involved in the world of academic computing, but we have largely neglected the world of personal computing which we helped to found.”41 His warning went largely unheeded. Xerox Corporation’s parochial belief that computers need only talk to printers and filing cabinets and not to each other meant that the “office of the future” remained an unfulfilled promise, and in the years between 1978 and 1982 PARC experienced a dispersal of core talent that rivals the flight of Greek scholars during the declining years of Byzantium: Charles Simonyi brought the Alto’s Bravo text editing program to Redmond, Washington, where it was rebooted as Microsoft Word; Robert Metcalf used the Ethernet protocol he had invented at PARC to found the networking giant, 3Com; John Warnock and Charles Geschke, tiring of an unresponsive bureaucracy, took their InterPress page description language and founded Adobe Systems; Tesler himself brought the icon-based, object-oriented Smalltalk programming language with him when he joined the Lisa engineering team at Apple, and Tim Mott, his codeveloper of the Gypsy desktop interface, became one of the founders of Electronic Arts—five startups that would ultimately pay off the mortgages and student loans of many hundreds of industrial, graphic, and interaction designers, and provide the tools of the trade for untold thousands of others.

Edwards believed that God’s sovereignty requires that He create the entire universe out of nothing at every moment.

One did not love revolution. One embraced it with horror for the sake of the deliverance to follow.

I have much appreciation for my agent, Gordon Warnock of Fuse Literary Agency, for taking the time to listen, for his encouragement, and for not giving up. Most of all, I am thankful he found Everything We Keep a home. And for Jen Karsbaek, who plucked my manuscript from the slush pile. Thank you for loving Aimee’s story as much as I do. The entire Lake Union Publishing team has been amazing, especially Danielle Marshall and my editor, Kelli Martin. Thank you for everything you’ve done to make this story shine. I am tremendously grateful. It’s a joy working with you.

Strikingly,

We remained silent as the waitress came by to refill our coffee. The truth of my confession settled over the table like a dirty film. I caught my breath and sipped the hot, bitter coffee, letting it burn my throat. I was glad for the pain.

Dave’s not afraid to get his hands dirty.

We had learned that when God spoke to Patty, it was wise not to question.

He would tell us about the time his six-year-old son was hit by a car right in front of him, how God spoke in his ear and said, “I could raise him from the dead, but don’t ask me to.

her eyes were seaglass green,

I placed my hands on campers’ sweaty heads and tried to concentrate on praying an authentically personal prayer for each.

tamping down the heat that simmered within us.

I understand,” she answered quietly, but her eyes said otherwise.

And in spite of the relative obscurity in which these women lived, I came to realize how much they influenced men, their husbands and especially their sons, and even-indirectly, by silent example (as did the teachers)-men they never saw or met. Not only did the women influence, but in many cases they helped to determine events ... And they did this without coercion, without publicity, and above all without reproach.

Just because you've never been to the Philippines doesn't mean their rivers don't course through your blood. It doesn't mean you don't have their mountains in your eyes. It's not where we are; it's who we are. You'll always be both a Makiling and a Warnock and always a Filipina. Never forget that.

The fastest way to find your Mr. Right is to delete all the wrong ones from your life as soon as they reveal themselves.

I haven’t seen the lad, but he comes highly recommended by my greengrocer. Brian Clough on signing Nigel Jemson

The other day, because this is America, the eighty-two-year-old hands that used to pick somebody else’s cotton went to the polls and picked her youngest son to be a United States senator.

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