Wilkinson Quotes

It is because of its emptiness that the cup is useful.

The straight path must sometimes be crooked.

I never cut my neighbor's throat; My neighbor's gold I never stole; I never spoiled his house and land; But God have mercy on my soul! For I am haunted night and day By all the deeds I have not done; O unattempted loveliness! O costly valor never won!

Not surprisingly, the place we're most likely to experience testing is exactly where we struggle most to trust God.

You don't always need to know your destination when you set out on a journey.

Someone responding to intuition, to chance and fortune, often can't explain himself well.

This episode of my life is brought to you by the letters W, t, and F. I do not understand.

The first few moments after you meet someone are precious, because the data on them is plentiful and your own subjectivity has yet to interfere.

Her heart began to ache, and she felt the numbness slip away. Misery welled up inside her. She clamped down on it, trying to hold onto the deadness that had blanketed her emotions for the past few days.

Keep your eyes on Christ, not the circumstances you find yourself in or the feelings you are experiencing.

The single best way to develop leaders . . . is to take people out of their safe environment and away from the people they know, and throw them into a new arena they know little about. Way over their head, preferably. In fact, the more demanding their challenges, the more pressure and risk they face, the more likely a dynamic leader will emerge.

Brains. Brains. What do we really mean by the term? In your idiom you would say that Jane Wilkinson has the brains of a rabbit. That is a term of disparagement. But consider the rabbit for a moment. He exists and multiplies, does he not? That, in Nature, is a sign of mental superiority.

I don’t like to say what I’ve read. That’s how you disclose the most about yourself.

Morale and attitude are fundamentals to success.

In my experience, God rarely makes our fear disappear. Instead, He asks us to be strong and take courage. What is courage? As Ordinary discovered, courage is not the absence of fear; rather, it's choosing to act in spite of the fear. You could say that without fear, you can't have genuine courage.

I’ll tell you a thing that will shock you. It will certainly shock the readers of Writer’s Digest. What I often do nowadays when I have to, say, describe a room, is to take a page of a dictionary, any page at all, and see if with the words suggested by that one page in the dictionary I can build up a room, build up a scene. … I even did it in a novel I wrote called MF. There’s a description of a hotel vestibule whose properties are derived from Page 167 in R.J. Wilkinson’s Malay-English Dictionary. Nobody has noticed. … As most things in life are arbitrary anyway, you’re not doing anything naughty, you’re really normally doing what nature does, you’re just making an entity out of the elements. I do recommend it to young writers.

One of the reasons there are so many terms for conditions of ice is that the mariners observing it were often trapped in it, and had nothing to do except look at it.

School's okay. I mean, it's the usual oppressive regime of fascist dogma. But I'm surviving.

Somewhere Chesterton writes--I think it is Chesterton--that you cannot reason a man from a position that reason didn’t deliver him to.

Ava: 'Girls liking boys is normal.' Pat: 'No, it isn't. It's just common.

No, seriously,' choked Sam, his eyes streaming. 'You're such a loser, that you've actually stopped losing and have progressed to having just lost. It's over. The game is over. You have lost the game of life. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.

Your Father knows your gifts, your hindrances, and the condition you're in at every moment. And He also knows something you can't possibly know--every single person who's in desperate need of receiving His touch through you.

courage is not the absence of fear; rather, it’s choosing to act in spite of the fear. You could say that without fear, you can’t have genuine courage. When you do act in courage, you discover that fear doesn’t have to stop you. You see that what you thought were your limits are more like starting points.

I envy you going to Oxford: it is the most flower-like time of one's life. One sees shadow of things in silver mirrors. Later on, one sees the Gorgon's head, and one suffers, because it does not return one to stone. -- Oscar Wilde, letter to Louis Wilkinson (December 28, 1898) in the beginning of the book

It is the one great weakness of journalism as a picture of our modern existence, that it must be a picture made up entirely of exceptions. We announce on flaring posters that a man has fallen off a scaffolding. We do not announce on flaring posters that a man has not fallen off a scaffolding. Yet this latter fact is fundamentally more exciting, as indicating that that moving tower of terror and mystery, a man, is still abroad upon the earth. That the man has not fallen off a scaffolding is really more sensational; and it is also some thousand times more common. But journalism cannot reasonably be expected thus to insist upon the permanent miracles. Busy editors cannot be expected to put on their posters, "Mr. Wilkinson Still Safe," or "Mr. Jones, of Worthing, Not Dead Yet." They cannot announce the happiness of mankind at all. They cannot describe all the forks that are not stolen, or all the marriages that are not judiciously dissolved. Hence the complex picture they give of life is of necessity fallacious; they can only represent what is unusual. However democratic they may be, they are only concerned with the minority.

I don’t think there is any mystery to understanding the passionate feelings people have for guns. Nobody really believes it’s about maintaining a militia. It’s about having possession of a tool that makes a person feel powerful nearly to the point of exaltation.

Oh, that You would bless me indeed, and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would be with me, and that You would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain!” So God granted him what he requested. (1 Chronicles 4:9-10)

Finally getting that sex change? I'm proud of you, brother. I mean, sister.

Simply put, God favors those who ask. He holds back nothing from those who want and earnestly long for what He wants.

I am doing enough to survive but it isn’t the same as living.

Objects are relatively stupid. They do a few things well, as do lobsters.

Mary Ann did not like Miss Wilkinson and called her an old cat.

(...) I headed over the river to the address listed on Mr Wilkinson's driving licence to see whether there was anyone who loved him enough to kill him.

I think that sometimes the whole larger-than-life gay thing is just another kind of closet. It's easier to be different if you're very different, if you go all-out on purpose. Because that way you can still hide who you really are.

Before you can be effective in communication with ANYONE else, you must know who YOU are. It begins with you. Believe me when I say, I don't need anyone's approval in this classroom ... I'm great company for myself. Me, myself, and I ... we laugh a lot. (Said on the first week of class each phase, somewhat rewording each time, but the gist is always there).

He peered up the ladder. In his young imagination, it must have reached the clouds.

If a team is to reach its potential, each player must be willing to subordinate his personal goals to the good of the team.

Angka dua untuk daya yang dikenal sebagai Yin dan Yang - setara dan berlawanan; mereka menyatukan alam semesta ini bersama-sama (Putri Yangxin-Garden of The Purple Dragon)

The tree of revenge yields no fruit.

History has a cruel way of disappointing optimists.

Don’t feel guilty, my dear. Living a full life, not dwelling in sorrow, that’s the best way to honor the dead.

I hope that if you're called to resist injustice you'll have the courage to do so. I hope you'll love fiercely and freely. In those ways I hope you'll be good Americans

Keeping a secret is like being constipated. It's a pain in the arse and then, sooner or later, it all comes out anyway.

The big idea is that what matters in determining mortality and health in a society is less the overall wealth of that society and more how evenly wealth is distributed. The more equally wealth is distributed the better the health of that society.

Parents aren't supposed to cry. They're not supposed to have emotions, apart from anger, disappointment and pride. And fatigue. But they're never supposed to cry. It seems like such a personal, private thing.

Ask,” promised Jesus, “and it will be given to you” (Matthew 7:7). “You do not have because you do not ask,” said James (James 4:2). Even though there is no limit to God’s goodness, if you didn’t ask Him for a blessing yesterday, you didn’t get all that you were supposed to have.

Throughout history, megalomaniacs and tyrants have used such epithets—“father of the nation,” “dear leader”—but the terms usually have a hollow ring. Modern experience suggests that the titles are more about brainwashing and subjugation than the expression of popular acclaim. And yet, when it comes to ancient Egypt, scholars still balk at such an interpretation.

Most of us think our lives are too full already. But when, in faith, you start to pray for more ministry, amazing things occur. As your opportunities expand, your ability and resources supernaturally increase, too. Right away you’ll sense the pleasure God feels in your request and His urgency to accomplish great things through you.

nor was Miss Wilkinson the ideal: he had often pictured to himself the great violet eyes and the alabaster skin of some lovely girl, and he had thought of himself burying his face in the rippling masses of her auburn hair. He could not imagine himself burying his face in Miss Wilkinson's hair, it always struck him as a little sticky.

Sam whacked Jacob over the ear. 'You know,' he said, his voice low, 'those pancakes'll go straight to your hips.' Jacob glowered at him. 'You know,' he mimicked, 'there's a reason nothing rhymes with orange.' 'There is a reason,' returned Sam. 'It's because orange comes from the Arabic word naranj, which in turn is thought to derive from the Tamil words aru, which means six, and anju, which means five. Because when you cut an orange in half, it has six segments in one half and five in the other. So nothing rhymes with it because we don't have many other words appropriated from Tamil.

The Bible wasn’t given for our information but for our transformation.

You learned to judge people on their actions, not their wealth, name or occupation.

Models are the mothers of invention.

God didn’t want me to do more for Him. He wanted me to be more with Him.

Home almost, at least where words cut your lip & I spoke you together & then back apart.

You can't help who you fall in love with.

If the truth has already transformed the teacher, then the truth has a far greater chance of transforming the students.

The ability to learn faster than your competitors may be the only sustainable competitive advantage. —Arie de Geus

The most effective war against sin is to pray that we will not have to fight.

The only thing that can break the cycle of abundant living is sin. Sin breaks the flow of God’s power.

Saying you want to escape is the easy part; actually figuring out how to do it is not quite so simple.

O God and King, please expand my opportunities and my impact in such a way that I touch more lives for Your glory. Let me do more for You!

Is it shocking?" he asked sarcastically. "To discover that there are things you don't know?

As G. K. Chesterton put it: “To be clever enough to get all that money, one must be stupid enough to want it.

New developments in neurology provide biological explanations for how our learning is affected by our feelings.167 We learn best in stimulating environments when we feel sure we can succeed.

There was an infinitesimal pause while he watched her face, as though he half expected her to recognise it, before he went on, 'My friends call me Thorn,' and gave her a smile of such devastating charm that she blinked. Her hand clasped in his, her senses zinging from his touch and that stunning smile, she stared into his dark, handsome face until, realising that she was gawking at him like some overgrown schoolgirl, she withdrew her hand and asked quickly, 'What do your enemies call you?

I cry out for every girl who was told to comb her hair and wash the mud from her face. To keep herself contained. To be ashamed of her voice, her hair, her flesh. To be quiet and good and nice. Girls are not nice. Girls are wild and fierce and powerful, and I will not let anyone take that away. Not ever again.

You can predict a country’s performance on one outcome from a knowledge of others. If – for instance – a country does badly on health, you can predict with some confidence that it will also imprison a larger proportion of its population, have more teenage pregnancies, lower literacy scores, more obesity, worse mental health, and so on. Inequality seems to make countries socially dysfunctional across a wide range of outcomes.

When he read James Wilkinson's book The Human Body in 1851, Thoreau was impressed. "Wilkinson's book," he wrote in his journal, "to some extent realizes what I have dreamed of, -a return to the primitive analogical and derivative sense of words. His ability to trace analogies often leads to a truer word than more remarkable writers have found.... The faith he puts in old and current expressions as having sprung from an instinct wiser than science, and safely to be trusted if they can be interpreted.... Wilkinson finds a home for the imagination.... All perception of truth is the detection of an analogy; we reason from our hands to our heads.

What Wilkinson and others have shown is that poverty is not only a predictor of poor health but, independent of absolute income, so is poverty amid plenty—the more income inequality there is in a society, the worse the health and mortality rates.

Sam sighed. "Let's just say that I'm a terminal disappointment. And a ranga." I frowned. "What is that? The others keep saying it." Sam hesitated for a moment. "It's...Greek. It means debonair and handsome and generally made of awesome." I regarded him skeptically. "It's short for orangutan, isn't it?" I said. "Because you're a redhead." Sam looked disappointed. "Maybe.

B. R. Ambedkar in his 1941 book Thoughts on Pakistan had urged that Indian nationalists should not object to the idea of Pakistan, because India would, he argued, be much better off with a “safe army” in which Punjabis were no longer so dominant (Ambedkar 1941, 93).

Twenge says that in the 1950s only 12 per cent of teenagers agreed with the statement ‘I am an important person’, but by the late 1980s this proportion had risen to 80 per cent. So what could have been going on? People becoming much more self‐confident doesn’t seem to fit with them also becoming much more anxious and depressed. The answer turns out to be a picture of increasing anxieties about how we are seen and what others think of us which has, in turn, produced a kind of defensive attempt to shore up our confidence in the face of those insecurities.

But it’s not enough just to discuss things. We are the elites. We can’t just talk about human rights, while we conveniently forget that we condemn thousands of children to die because we couldn’t agree on the best policy to help. Or in my government, if we can’t agree on a pay cut so that a little clinic out in the country can be built. Those kinds of choices make us part of the international complicity of men of good conscience.

Jacob: 'So have you heard that in seventy years there won't be any gingers left on Earth?' Jules: 'Really? Huh. Nature. Awesome.' Sam: 'Actually, it's not true. It was some bogus report cooked up by a hair-dye company to get some extra press.' Jacob: 'Sure it was, Fanta-pants.' Ava: 'He's right. The recessive gene that causes red hair is totally able to skip generations, so redheads won't die out due to genetics.' Sam: 'Thank you, Ava. It's nice to know that someone around here is sensible.' Ava: 'Of course, redheads might become extinct because they find it so hard to get laid...

Ava darling, I am willing to admit that these stage crew freaks you hang out with are not entirely made of evil. But please, for the love of Han Solo, don't make me eat fish and chips with them. I just ate two pancakes and a quite disgusting sausage, and If I don't get some salad soon I honestly might die.

And hither and thither fly--Mere puppets they, who come and go, At bidding of vast formless things, that shift the scenery to and fro.'" His voice was hushed and whispery in the earphones. "Mere puppets," he repeated. "It's Edgar Allen Poe." "So are we the vast formless things?" "Yep." I grinned up at him. "Are you calling me fat and unshapely?" His low laugh tickled my ears. "Quite the contrary," he said. "Jacob can be vast, and I shall be formless. Your form is very pleasing.

Ok, so lastly all we needed to do was to dodge the stage; no way on planet Earth was I going to get up on that stage dressed as a human ostrich and dance. Ever.

I turned my head as the door opened. There stood... me.

The genius who doesn't imagine is merely a brilliant idiot.

The journey to your big dream

Hi, Francis, or do you prefer Fran?” She sipped at her milkshake through a straw. She reminded me of a chipmunk after eating way too much sugar. Not that I know what that looks like or anything.

According to royal doctrine, the king’s role as defender of Egypt (and the whole of creation) involved the corresponding defeat of Egypt’s neighbors (who stood for chaos). To instill and foster a sense of national identity, it suited the ruling elite—as leaders have discovered throughout history—to cast all foreigners as the enemy. An ivory label from the tomb of Narmer shows a Palestinian dignitary stooping in homage before the Egyptian king. At the same time, in the real world, Egypt and Palestine were busy engaging in trade. The xenophobic ideology masked the practical reality.

While her gift for secret put distance between us, it also taught me the value of intelligence: I learned that a secret is power, that power in application is force, that force is strength, and strength advantage.

Yes, Christmas had once been joyful. Maybe when she was a little girl, she remembered it being a family celebration. But that was a long time ago now. These days it was about eating a huge meal and opening presents.

If, to cut carbon emissions, we need to limit economic growth severely in the rich countries, then it is important to know that this does not mean sacrificing improvements in the real quality of life – in the quality of life as measured by health, happiness, friendship and community life, which really matters. However, rather than simply having fewer of all the luxuries which substitute for and prevent us recognizing our more fundamental needs, inequality has to be reduced simultaneously.

Correct. That’s the Sucker Effect. You do something, while making the audience think you did something else. So they’re all busy feeling self-congratulatory that they figured it out, and it gives you all this awesome wriggle room to keep tricking them.

I’m sorry. Let me help you with those.” I stood up quickly and began to pick up the books she was carrying; she just sat there rubbing her head. “Are you okay?” I asked worriedly. I really hoped I didn’t give her a concussion; believe me, not the first time.

I remember the number to the school’s desk because last year, Molly thought it would be funny to prank-call a teacher and tell them that the queen wanted to come on a royal visit. We got detention for a week. I assure you, my friends are a very bad influence on me.

There was a crackle. Kobe's voice came through the cans. "What would you guys do," he said, apropos of nothing, "if Jules turned into a lizard?" Another crackle. "Hey!" Jules said. "It wouldn't happen," said Jacob, and I saw him shrug in the half-light. "But what if?" I pressed the talk button on my cans. "There's an old fish tank in our garage," I said. "I'd put Jules in it, and then get a heat rock from the pet shop." I heard Sam's low chuckle. "Make sure you wash your hands first." "Why?" "So you don't get any lizardy diseases." "I don't have any lizardy diseases!" Jules's voice was getting higher. "Not yet, but wait until you're a lizard." "What's a heat rock?" asked Jacob. "It's a rock," I told him, "that you heat up. Lizards like them. Anyway, once I'd done that, I'd take you to see my cousin Adam." "IS HE A WIZARD?

We walked over to the soldiers and tried to act natural. Well, as natural as we can act after a ride like that. “Hey, what’s up?” Fran shouted. I looked at her in despair. The guys just looked at us completely confused. “What my friend meant was ‘Hello, how are you.’” They all just gave me a weary look. I had to think of a quick line. “She’s Scottish,” I whispered.

We followed her up the path and to the front door. We stood at the door while Camille knocked a few times then listened for the tapping of footsteps against what sounded like a very old wooden floor. The door opened, and a beautiful young woman stood there smiling at us all. She had long red hair and pretty freckles across her face. I was about to say hello when Fran butted in, “Grandma?

Son, after I’m gone I want you to keep up the good fight. I never told you, but our life is a war and I have been a traitor all my born days, a spy in the enemy’s country ever since I give up my gun back in the Reconstruction. Live with your head in the lion’s mouth. I want you to overcome ’em with yeses, undermine ’em with grins, agree ’em to death and destruction, let ’em swoller you till they vomit or bust wide open.

Fran panicked. “We’re all doomed!” I looked at her and couldn’t help but smirk she seemed to lighten my mood, whilst blackening her own. “But I’m not a spy, Fran. Neither are you, we’re innocent!” “I know that. You know that. But they are suspicious, all of them.” She made a circle with her finger and pointed her eyes toward a group of children that all seemed under the age of five. “Yes.” I nodded. “Those children are really on to us.

Ladies, bonjour. My name’s Madame Fi-Fi.” Her French accent was thick, and I could hardly understand a word she was saying. “Welcome to the Gay Paris.” We both sniggered under our breaths, immature I know; Madame Fi-Fi gave us a stern look. “You are the new dancers?” she asked, sounding pretty disappointed. “You looked taller in your pictures” “Erm…” Fran smiled. “We were wearing high heels.” Fran got on her tiptoes and fell over and knocked over a coatrack. Great first impressions.

Even when portrayed as a man, Hatshepsut often used grammatically feminine epithets, describing herself as the daughter (rather than son) of Ra, or the lady (rather than lord) of the Two Lands. The tension between male office and female officeholder was never satisfactorily resolved. Little wonder that Hatshepsut’s advisers came up with a new circumlocution for the monarch. From now on, the term for the palace, per-aa (literally “great house”), was applied also to its chief inhabitant. Peraa—pharaoh—now became the unique designation of the Egyptian ruler. While

Creators test ideas in low-risk experiments and quickly, creatively, and inexpensively gather insights to determine whether a product or idea will take off. By taking small risks, they avoid catastrophic mistakes. “Failure is something you know only in hindsight,” Handle cofounder and Menlo Ventures partner Shawn Carolan said. As an entrepreneur trying to solve e-mail overload with Handle, a software application, Carolan calls the twists and turns “pivots” that reveal failure only in retrospect. Creators try several approaches to find out what will work and what will not. •

maybe even just time travelled; we hadn’t really decided yet. Personally, I’d rather go with parallel universe, mostly because it just sounded so much cooler. We had no idea how or when we could get back, which meant that we might be lost in time forever. Fran’s parents were missing in some other timeline or maybe even this one. We hadn’t actually gotten that far though, to be honest. I had no idea if our actions would affect the future, but I really didn’t think we were that important. Also, I hadn’t had any sleep for fifteen hours. And to tie it all up, I think that we are about to be bombed. Eek.

They had forgotten that there exists in the modern world, perhaps for the first time in history, a class of people whose interest is not that things should happen well or happen badly, should happen successfully or happen unsuccessfully, should happen to the advantage of this party or the advantage of that part, but whose interest simply is that things should happen. It is the one great weakness of journalism as a picture of our modern existence, that it must be a picture made up entirely of exceptions. We announce on flaring posters that a man has fallen off a scaffolding. We do not announce on flaring posters that a man has not fallen off a scaffolding. Yet this latter fact is fundamentally more exciting, as indicating that that moving tower of terror and mystery, a man, is still abroad upon the earth. That the man has not fallen off a scaffolding is really more sensational; and it is also some thousand times more common. But journalism cannot reasonably be expected thus to insist upon the permanent miracles. Busy editors cannot be expected to put on their posters, “Mr. Wilkinson Still Safe,” or “Mr. Jones, of Worthing, Not Dead Yet.” They cannot announce the happiness of mankind at all. They cannot describe all the forks that are not stolen, or all the marriages that are not judiciously dissolved. Hence the complete picture they give of life is of necessity fallacious; they can only represent what is unusual. However democratic they may be, they are only concerned with the minority.

The smallest objects in the room began to spin round and move close to the mirrored object in the room. I managed to duck as a chair came flying toward my head and missed me by a few millimeters. I could feel myself being pulled in, being dragged like someone was physically pulling me across the room. It was hard not to begin to move forward. I couldn’t stop myself. I tried to grab onto an object, but my hand slipped, and I went flying. Fran’s arm caught me, but she wasn’t strong enough; we both went flying toward the mirror. Faster and faster we were falling, falling downward in a horizontal room. I felt like I was about to hit the floor, like I was going to fall and fall forever. I was scared for Fran and especially scared for me. Eventually, we were consumed by the light. It was hard to breath. I couldn’t feel, hear, or see anything.