Zac Quotes

Yeah, I know you. I made you up. This is my dream. You're a mixture of Zac Efron and Johnny Depp.

Let'sss just kill him," said the shorter Ra'zac. "He has caused us much grief." The taller one ran his finger down his sword. "A good plan. But remember, the king's instructions were to keep them alive." -from Eragon, Chapter Title: The Ra'zac's Revenge.

Because you don’t just walk away from someone when things get tough,” Zac said. “You find a way to stick it out and figure out what’s gone wrong.

Because you don't walk away from someone when things get tough, you find a way to stick it out and figure out what's gone wrong. - Zac Greeley, The Boyfriend Thief

Take some very deep breaths," Miranda said. "Relax. Concentrate. Then envision a frosty six-pack and wiggle your pinky." A frosty six-pack. Kylie inhaled. He held out her pinky, and right then Della chimed in. "We are talking a six=pack of soda, not a cold guy with good-looking abs, right?" There was a strange kind of sizzle in the air. And suddenly appearing in front of the refrigerator was a shirtless, shivering guy with great abs. His blue eyes studied the three of them in complete bafflement. "What the...!" he muttered. Kylie gasped. Miranda giggled. Della snorted with laughter.

Google tells me everything I need to know about death except what comes after.

You don’t like romantic shit,” Luke remarks and frowns at me. “I don’t like watching you lay the romantic shit on my best friend, pal. It’s disgusting. This,” I gesture around the room with my hands, “is not a movie. But I do like watching Zac Efron, Channing Tatum, and a number of other hot actors lay on the romantic shit in a movie. I have a vagina.” “I’m aware,” Luke remarks earning a glare from Nate. “Although, not first-hand,” he quickly adds.

Nothing out of the ordinary ever occurs to me when I'm by myself. But you attract duels, ambushes, immortal enemies, obscure creatures such as the Ra'zac, long-lost family members, and mysterious acts of magic as if they were were starving weasels and you were a rabbit that wandered into their den. Saphira

People’s mistakes don’t define them, Zac. It’s the decisions they make moving forward.

Picture if Zac Efron and Chris Hemsworth had a baby. I mean, don't picture the actual birth. Or the gay sex. Just picture the full-grown male result of their DNA combining.

Zac: Remember when I said no girl could ever keep my attention? Love: Yeah? My heart flutters with anticipation. Zac: I think I was wrong.

When i close my eyes i see you no Matter where i am

After three glasses, Cynthia flung the windows open and announced, “Zac Efron, I love you!” to the whole of Chelsea, while Lesley was crouched head down over the lavatory bowl throwing up, Maggie had made Sarah a declaration of love (“you’re sho, sho beautiful, marry me!”), and Sarah was shedding floods of tears without knowing why. It hit me worst of all. I had jumped on Cynthia’s bed and was bawling out “Breaking Free” in an endless loop. When Cynthia’s father came into the room, I’d held Cynthia’s hairbrush up to him like a microphone and called out, “Sing alone, baldie! Get those hips swinging!” Although the next day I couldn’t even being to explain why myself. After that embarrassing episode, Lesley and I had decided to give the demon drink a wide berth in future (we gave Cynthia’s father a wide berth as well for a couple of months), and we had stuck to that resolution.

Despite the fact that he no longer dressed like the big dork he did then, despite the fact that he’d swapped the nerd wear for some much cooler clothes, despite the fact that he’d let his hair go all shaggy and loose to the point where it curved down into his face in that cool guy, slightly windswept, effortless way, despite the fact that every time I looked into his brilliant blue eyes I was totally reminded of the Zac Efron poster that used to hang on my old bedroom wall, it still didn’t make it okay for him to laugh at me the way he did.

I've got my toes in the water, ass in the sand. Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand. Life is good today. Life is good today. -from "Toes

Love: Have you ever had people close to you die? Ten seconds go by. Zac: Is this how you talk dirty? If so, we might need to work on that.

I tried to book two rooms at the same hotel, or at least a room with two beds, or even a room with a twin or queen bed, but the only ones available are singles, and even they were hard to find. Apparently some new Nicholas Sparks movie is being filmed here, and that ‘Zac Teflon’ boy from those high school movies is in town.

Perhaps courage is simply this spur-of-the-moment acts when your head screams don't, but your body does it anyway.

Spirituality is not something that comes through one encounter with God. It is the result of choosing the way of self denial and doing God's will consistently day after day, week after week and year after year.

Courage is standing still even though you want to run. Courage is planting yourself and turning towards the thing that scares you, whether it's your leg or your friends or the guy who could break your heart again. It's opening your eyes and staring that fear down.

I have been born on this earth to deny my own will, and to do the will of my heavenly Father

We lost Coop in this very spot not even a year ago, and here we are now - Coop's son being born right where he was lost to us forever. "Full Circle," I murmur, stroking Zac's cheek.

I don’t know how he does it—how he makes me forget the clock and the pain. Sometimes, even if it’s just for a few seconds, I can forget how crap my life is.

you laugh at me because i am different i laugh at you because you are all the same.

Zac is one of those who think a muddy river deeper than a clear one, because they cannot see the bottom.

Immediately crouching down, Aiden scooped up his blond ball and hoisted him up into those brawny arms that seemed so at odds with the now ten-pound puppy. His eyes swung from Leo to Zac then to me. I was sure we looked pretty suspicious just standing there like deer caught in the headlights, but oh well. I smiled at him, hoping I didn’t look as flustered as I felt. “Hey, big guy.” “Hi.” With the arm that wasn’t holding Leo up, he reached up to stroke down the length of Leo’s spine, his irises bouncing back and forth between Zac and me once more. Walking toward us, he tipped his chin down to nuzzle the puppy before stopping in front of me and dipping his cheek to plant a soft, dry kiss on my cheek that had me rooted in place. What the hell was happening? What in the hell was happening? “I’m going to shower,” Zac said, shooting me a smirk that said ‘See?

Ce semeni, aia culegi! Aşa a fost şi aşa va fi mereu! îi răsuna încă în ureche vocea bunicii. Viaţa este un ogor care aşteaptă să fie lucrat. E bine să semeni din toate, bunătate, speranţă, iubire, fericire, aşa nu-ţi va lipsi nimic în toamna vieții tale şi nici la primul suflu al gerului. Nu e bine să semeni un singur lucru, vei tânji apoi după ce nu ai şi vei privi cu jind la curtea vecinului. Vei fi nefericit. Să semeni de toate şi să ai grija lor, să nu le lași de izbelişte. Dacă te uiţi în jur, sunt atâtea ogoare nelucrate, atâţia oameni care se irosesc acoperind pământuri fertile cu nepăsare. Şi mulţi habar nu au ce bogăţii zac în sufletul lor. Sunt prea ocupaţi să se plângă. Când te plângi, nu mai vezi decât tristeţe. Nu aştepta ajutor, fiecare este ocupat cu ogorul lui, nu au timp să îl lucreze şi pe al tău. Mai bine te apuci de treabă şi vezi ce trebuie făcut!

I stepped back, wrenching my hands from his. I was a boyfriend thief, I reminded myself. A boyfriend thief couldn’t get personally attached to her work. It was a business agreement and nothing more. I wasn’t thaf girl who fell for a guy that was absolutely, completely wrong for her and who had come along at exactly the absolute wrong time. I couldn’t afford distractions at this point in my life. And Zac Greeley had distraction written all over him.

Knight and Vaughn are the closest to each other, practically brothers, which is weird because they are also like fire and ice. Vaughn is a crazy artist with psychotic tendencies, and Knight is the definition of a popular jock. One is Edward Scissorhands; the other is Zac Efron's prettier long-lost brother.

Liam Beckett, did you break my daughter?!” “Oh come on. She hit me! I didn’t break her. Well, my perfectly chiseled body might have hurt her slightly. But it wouldn’t be an issue if she would learn how to keep her hands off of me.” “You little shit,” I laugh over my father’s shoulders. Liam laughs loudly, “I’ll go get some ice for the big baby.” “Don’t call my little princess a baby!” Daddy yells after Liam. “I’m fine, just hit him weird,” I say to soothe his worry. “How many times do I have to tell you not to hit like that? I could see your form was off all the way across the room. Should have gone for the crotch. Always go for the crotch, Dani.” Oh lord, here we go. He’s been teaching me how to kick a man’s ass since I was five and Zac stole my doll. Of course, his first lesson was for me to always go for the crotch. “Daddy, I wasn’t trying to hurt him. We were just joking around.” “Joking around? You aren’t supposed to joke around with boys. I need to look into that island . Ship your ass off,” he grumbles under his breath.

What are the funniest famous last words you've ever heard?" Lost, Ryan just stared at her. Why did her brain constantly spit out nonsensical questions? "Fine be boring." She turned to Jaime, who was sprawled on the neighboring blanked, and repeated the question. "Lightning never hits the same spot twice," said Jaime. Everyone laughted. "You know any"" she asked her mate. "Pull the pin out and count to what?" said Dante. Dominic plopped himself on the ground next to Zac. "I got one: Hold my beer while I do this." Taryn raised her hand. "Hey, what does this button do?" "This doesn't taste right," said Marcus. Bracken, a Mercury Pack enforcer spoke. "It's just a flesh wound." Ally offered, "No dummy, that's a dolphin fin." "What's that red dot on your forehead?" said McKenna. Amused in spite of himself - it was after all, a completely pointless conversation - Ryan kissed her temple.

The first man, Zac, rolled his eyes, "I wasn't going to eat her, brother, if that's what you're thinking. She's a witch and I don't want her to cast any witchy juju spell on me.

Gabby fidgeted nervously and pushed away her glass, as if she was suddenly wary of drinking it. Zac snorted, "What, do you think he put a vampire roofie in there?

Deep inside me, the wuss still ran strong in a few situations, but extra, extra especially when it was related to Zac Travis. Time had healed a lot of wounds but not all of them.

People’s mistakes don’t define them, Zac. It’s the decisions they make moving forward.

You know,” said Makenna, breaking into his thoughts, “I think I’d have a decent shot of surviving a zombie apocalypse. What about you guys?” And just like that, the tension melted away. “She does that a lot.” Zac chuckled. “Ask weird questions, I mean.” He twisted slightly in his seat to reply, “Um…yeah, I think I could.” Then he looked at Ryan. “You?” Ryan opened and closed his mouth three times. “I don’t know how to involve myself in this conversation.

She was floating as the sea of pleasure took her out upon its rising tide and when she became aware of herself again it was to the feel of Zac behind her, supporting her weight by holding her under her arms." (Barely Restrained, 2011)

You do NOT fear your OWN ability to COMMIT. Just think about your unwavering dedication to your career, your notion of sisterhood and friendship. You are tireless. That is why we all lean on you. Because you are totally committed to the lot of us. You do not have a "fear of commitment" that's just an easy way out of all of this. What you have dearest one, is a deep seated and totally understandable fear of OTHER people's commitment to YOU. I totally wholeheartedly agree, you've never been in love. Until Zac, you've chosen chaps whom you've simply liked but who have loved you. so when it's over, it hasn't hurt you. Why have you done this, over all these years? I'll tell you why, because what YOU actually fear is being left by someone YOU love. Your fear of COMMITMENT centres solely on another's commitment to YOU'It makes

Since the number is either odd or even, it is either true that the number is odd or true that it is even. Therefore something is true but not certain. Either ‘The number of coins now on the train is odd’ is an example of truth without certainty, or ‘The number of coins now on the train is even’ is. We know that one of those two sentences is an example, although we are not in a position to know which of them it is. Zac was incorrect in claiming that truth implies certainty.

I love my characters and I love my readers.

Keep me in mind, somewhere down the line, you might get lonely...

You might fall down on your face Roll the dice and have some faith

Make life like toilet paper - long and usefull

People are made from the stuff of the universe, and the universe is very dark; so everyone has a bit of that darkness lurking somewhere inside them.

I want to forget myself. I want to be in someone’s arms, safe from nightmares: not dreaming, sleeping. I want to be more than a fraction. In the darkness, our arms and legs coil to make a whole.

Zac: Now I have a key to your house. I could sneak in tonight and disturb your beauty sleep. Avery: Eight hours of sleep is crucial to a body that functions at peak efficiency Zac: A body that functions at peak efficiency? Are you sure you're really sixteen? You sound like Einstein. Avery: What would you prefer I say? 'I, like, totally need tons of sleep or else I'm, like, a complete zombie

I don’t know what I’m going to tell them is all,” Cal says. “The specific words to use to describe what we’re doing, I mean. How do I even phrase it?” “You tell them the truth.” Zac lets his feet tell Cal that it’ll all be okay, even as Anya’s tell him the same. “We’re a family.

Like Zeus throwing lightning at a village of psychedelic angels or Satan having a barbeque with a group of pigs. You know. Something messed up like that." - Quinn

you get what you give.

Many mountains we must climb Before we'll be free But he never told me About the bruises on my knees How they would be the map that leads him where we need to be

you laugh at me because im different i laugh at u because you are all the same!!!

The donations are usually anonymous, because while philanthropy is a source of pride, philanthropy as the exit strategy of last resort from a comically bad investment isn’t.

I had a dream that Zac Effron showed up at my door shirtless with a bouquet of flowers..yep, I’m still waiting on that one to come true.

Quand j'étais petit, je me suis aperçu que je n'avais pas de ligne de chance, alors avec le rasoir de mon pére... zac, je m'en suis fait une comme je voulais.

Entranced by her gorgeous green eyes, I realize that the Queen of Hearts is not in the blackjack dealer’s deck, but rather sitting at the table drinking a watered-down Vodka Cranberry.

God gave us material things to bless others. Earthly things have their maximum value only when they are used to bless and help others and not when they are used merely for ourselves and our families.

Peacemakers sometimes have their own agenda. Zac selects his questions strategically, not at random. Questioning truth but not liberation has different effects from questioning liberation but not truth.

I beg your pardon. I didn’t know that dragons were so intelligent.” A grim smile twisted his lips. “First Ra’zac and magicians, now dwarves, Riders, and talking dragons. It seems the whole world has gone mad.

Zac: You don’t care whether people like you, do you, Roxana? Roxana: No. If I cared, I might become confused, like you. I do not even care whether I like myself. I prefer to take a purely logical point of view.

Vanny, were you gonna want me to help you with your draft list again this year?” I groaned. “I forgot. My brother just messaged me about it. I can’t let him win again this year, Zac. I can’t put up with his crap.” He raised his hand in a dismissive gesture. “I got you. Don’t worry about it.” “Thank—what?” Aiden had his glass halfway to his mouth and was frowning. “You play fantasy football?” he asked, referring to the online role-playing game that millions of people participated in. Participants got to build imaginary teams during a mock draft, made up of players throughout the league. I’d been wrangled into playing against my brother and some of our mutual friends about three years ago and had joined in ever since. Back then, I had no idea what the hell a cornerback was, much less a bye week, but I’d learned a lot since then.

Spirituality is not something that comes through one encounter with God . It is the result of choosing the way of self-denial and doing God's will consistently day after day, week after week and year after year.

Before his uncle, Garrow, was slain by the Ra’zac months earlier, the brutality that Eragon had witnessed between the humans, dwarves, and Urgals would have destroyed him. Now it numbed him. He had realized, with Saphira’s help, that the only way to stay rational amid such pain was to do things. Beyond that, he no longer believed that life possessed inherent meaning—not after seeing men torn apart by the Kull, a race of giant Urgals, and the ground a bed of thrashing limbs and the dirt so wet with blood it soaked through the soles of his boots. If any honor existed in war, he concluded, it was in fighting to protect others from harm.

While they talk, I spot a magazine on a rack by the wall, a shirtless Zac Efron on the cover. I throb again, an ache that grows at the sight of two-dimensional abs. When did the star of High School Musical look like that? Jeez.

Zac Travis hugged me and said, “I sure did miss you, Little Texas.” Something in me unraveled at the name he hadn’t used in so long. In so, so long. With my cheek against his chest, I told him the truth. “I really missed you too, Big Texas.

From a scientific point of view, there is far too little rational argument and use of evidence in politics, not too much. When you discourage respect for rational standards, Zac, the confusion you create is a smokescreen for politicians to hide behind, to avoid proper scrutiny, even though I’m sure you don’t intend it that way. If I accuse a politician of falsehood and he replies that ‘false’ is a dangerous word, people should laugh. We’d be in trouble if instead their reaction was to nod with respect.

It is often said of the gold rush that the people who got rich were the shovel dealers who profited from the greed of the forty-niners. With Beanie Babies, most of the lasting personal fortunes came from selling books and tag protectors, not from speculating in plush.

Are they nice?” “Dominic’s pretty fleek”—“fleek” meaning “cool” to Zac—“he keeps sending me jokes.” Something about Zac’s tone made her ask, “Dirty jokes?” “I’m not going to answer that. I’m pleading the seventh.” “You mean the fifth.” “Whatever. I’m pleading.” She laughed.

What’s going on, Bob, is that Zac has a standard tactic when he’s faced with the threat of disagreement. He puts ‘it’s my point of view that…’ in front of whatever he said before. Whenever you challenge one of his claims, he shifts to the different claim that his previous claim is his point of view.

My moral relativism only concerns moral beliefs, beliefs about what we ought to do. Moral relativism doesn’t tell you what you ought to do, so I needn’t be relativist about it. Moral relativism is absolutely true, not just true for me. It’s true whatever anyone thinks. It’s limited enough to be defensible, unlike Zac’s.

reasons of his own. After Eragon agrees, Brom gives him the sword Zar’roc, which was once a Rider’s blade, though he refuses to say how he acquired it. Eragon learns much from Brom during their travels, including how to fight with swords and use magic. Eventually, they lose the Ra’zac’s trail and visit the city of Teirm, where Brom believes

Intriguingly cute' is a very specific kind a beauty, which must never be mistaken for 'hot' or 'fine.' 'Intriguingly cute' is rare. It’s those few girls you meet and you just know, one day, you will see their face again. Not that you may ever speak to them, or get to know them, it’s the face which from one glance is imprinted into your memory forever.

He laughed. “I’m never forgettin’, so….” “So what you’re saying is we’re doing this?” “Yeah, because I’m not forgettin’ you used to like me—” “Oh hell no.” I rolled onto my hip and freaking went for him. Not for his head but for his ribs. His weak spot. “What the fuck, Bianca!” Zac literally fucking shouted as he threw his body and head back against the headboard, his arms slamming down into place against his ribs… and my fingers. I cackled, digging my fingers even deeper into his sides. “You remember now? Who’s your daddy, huh?” Those big, strong arms jerked up and down along his sides, trying to disengage me as he tried to melt into the headboard to get away from me. “You said you were gonna noogie me! What the hell are you doing? Stop it!” “Duh. Ouch!” He instantly stopped moving, and so did I in surprise that he’d actually stopped after his elbow clipped one of the bones on my wrist. Zac’s face was flushed red, eyes bright, and I decided to take pity on him. So I smiled, keeping my fingers where they were but not digging in anymore. “You thought I didn’t remember?” I asked him before dipping my face in even closer. Then I whispered, like a psycho, “I remember everything.” I tapped my fingers lightly along his sides, feeling him flinch. “Especially you being ticklish.” Those blue eyes bore into mine, and his mouth went damn near flat. Zac’s voice was almost a whisper too as he said, “Did you ask me who my daddy is?” I nodded gravely. His voice was still a whisper when he went on with, “You’re my daddy now, I guess.” Pulling my fingers away, I sat back on my knees and laughed. “Deal. I promise not to use that against you unless I have to.” His nostrils flared, and he stared at me right in the eyes as he said, still quietly, “Bianca.” “Yes?” “I remember things too.” What? Before I could process who this man was, what he did for a living, and what talents he’d polished over the years, he came at me with one of those hands that were lightning fast and accurate. Zac licked the tip of his index finger and shoved that turd into my ear just as I started yelling, “Don’t you dare!” He dared.

three is the worst hour. it's too dark, too bright, too late, too early. It's when the questions come, droning like flies, nudging me one by one until my mind's full of them

We humans screw up everything in the short time we've got

There are some things you can't change ... And there are some things you can

Cherish every moment because soon all moments turn into memories.

Isn't that normal? To want to be alone sometimes?

Mia: Where do their other things go? Like mobile phones and all the music on ipods? I imagine mountains of phones. Songs forgotten in clouds.

You can make a lot of money with a good cat." -Ty Warner

Düşünüyorum da bir otobüse binersem ve yeterince uzağa gidersem, en sonunda dünyanın kenarından düşerim.

She is the girl of my dreams, every man’s dreams. She is whatever a dream dreams when it dreams.

I’m the sauce master. President Saucemaster. I feel suicidal every day and I don’t know how anyone doesn’t feel this way.

It's a sweet, sweet life livin' by the salty sea.

Pe treptele îndepărtate ale altarului cel mare, gol precum trupul domnului, preoții zac prosternați în șoptită rugăciune(...) Ea stă în picioare lângă mine, palidă și rece, înveșmântată în umbrelele naosului negru ca păcatul, cu cotul fragil la brațul meu (...)Îi văd ochii întunecați și plini de suferință, frumoși ca ochii unei antilope. O, rană nemiloasă! Dumnezeu libidinos!

It is impossible to live the Christian life as we should, without being filled with the Holy Spirit . It is impossible to serve the Lord as we should, without being filled with the Holy Spirit.

The sound of a chainsaw going off inside the building had me meeting Amari’s gaze, and he shot me a funny expression. “You scared?” He tilted his head to the side. “Why? If I say yes, will you hold my hand?” Well, I hadn’t been asking to flirt. I’d just been joking. But…. “No,” I replied. “I’m going to be too busy holding Zac’s hand. I don’t want him having nightmares tonight.” He chuckled just as I felt a hand land on the back of my neck again, molding itself around it. Tilting my head back, I found those familiar baby blues on me. I whispered, “But for real, I don’t think I’ll get scared, but if I do, I’m using you as a human shield. You’ve lived a much fuller life than I have. Technically, Amari’s bigger but—” My old friend scoffed. “We’re the same size. You know people still call me ‘Big Texas,’ don’t you?” “Yeah, I know, but I started calling you that back when you were the biggest guy I knew. You’re not even that big.” “Excuse me?” It was too much fun to pick on him. “You’re big, but you’re not that big.” Zac’s head reared back. “Aren’t you five feet tall?” “Five foot two.” Zac blinked. I blinked. He narrowed his eyes. “Swear to God, I’m tellin’ Mama on you.

Charles Kindleberger explained the self-perpetuating feeding frenzy that develops when speculators start making money: 'There is nothing so disturbing to one’s well-being and judgment as to see a friend get rich'.

. The tattooed goddess: her breasts have their own driver’s licenses, buttocks are cemented on a sidewalk in Hollywood, her legs shine for the glory of God, and her face is the canvas of Da Vinci’s “Mona Lisa” in heaven. Had Sigmund Freud met her, his book, “The Interpretation of Dreams” would have been rewritten. Rapunzel to this day is jealous of her hair and Sandy Koufax is jealous of her curves, that beautiful, beautiful bitch.

There is something curiously therapeutic about bars when everything has silenced: when the laughter halts, the glasses no longer clank together, pool balls stop rolling; when the cigarettes are all packed, and the regulars have dwindled away to beat the sunrise.

Unless Ty Warner suddenly gets interested in his estate planning, his mostly estranged younger sister, now sixty-five and relying on aid to the indigent for medical bills and part-time jobs to feed her half-dozen adopted animals, will be the sole heir to the largest fortune in the history of stuffed animals.

Roxana: I insist. Sarah’s first question was ‘Is it true that there is life on other planets?’; call that the truth question. Her second question was ‘Is it certain that there is life on other planets?’; call that the certainty question. Your response to the truth question was ‘I don’t know’. Your response to the certainty question was ‘No’. Do you accept that those were your responses? Zac: Yeah, Roxana, they were, but where is all this heading? Roxana: You do not treat truth and certainty as the same. Your responses to the truth question and the certainty question were not equivalent. ‘I don’t know’ is quite different from ‘No’.

Eșind din aerul îmbâcsit dinăuntru, la lumină, în aerul deschis, ce vecinic schimbător e plin de sănătate, în răceala apei așa de bogată‑n viață e parcă o renaștere îndeplinită în sânul larg al naturii, în măreața sălbătăcie a mării. ...Și nu știu cum adesea mă duce gându‑n urmă, departe, la pământul cu orașele lui mari, la furnicarele omenești, prin mahalalele înfundate, acolo unde zac așa de înghesuiți atâția sclavi moderni – omul‑uneltă înăbușit în atelierul plin de fum, omul‑mașină‑de‑scris încătușat de biroul plin de praf și de cerneală – numai aci simți cât de tristă‑i soarta acelor victime ale mizeriei mult lăudatei civilizații.

The spider sits alone on an empty web, starving, desperate for prey, but no one comes around anymore for the spider has been abused. Why did you have to tangle everyone inside of your web? There’s no one left. The malnourished spider tried to remain optimistic to no avail. The spider sways from its own web on a silk made noose.

Ty Inc.'s 1989 catalog had this on the back cover: "Warning: If anyone dare copy our creative designs and patents without written permission, ownership of your eternal soul passes to us and we have the right to negotiate the sale of said soul. Furthermore, our attorneys will see to it that life on Earth, as you know it, is not worth living.

To get back to the point, I completely reject Zac’s idea that insisting on the difference between truth and falsity leads to dogmatism. Remember, truth isn’t certainty. Science insists on the difference between truth and falsity, but the scientific spirit also makes us self-critical and tolerant of contrary opinions, because we are all fallible. Whenever one asserts something, one should be willing to add ‘but I may be wrong’. The person one is disagreeing with may be right after all. In that sense I call myself a ‘fallibilist’. It’s the very importance of the distinction between truth and falsity that should make us humble, and tolerant of others. It is bigger than all of us.

Ephesians 4:26 says "be angry but do not sin". How to know the difference ? We can know the difference from the life of Jesus.When they insulted Him, spoke evil of Him, beat Him, spatted on Him, crucified Him.. He was not angry. He was never angry when it concerned Himself . He was angry when God's house was being defiled ..when poor people were being exploited, when the Pharisees and the elders would not allow the man with a withered hand to be healed on the sabbath day.. So, in anything concerning ourselves we should never be angry but when it concern the purity of God's house and the way people exploits others then we need to be angry. There is an anger that is holy and there is an anger that is sinful.

At one point in the journey, we’re approaching the Arc de Triomphe. “That’s awesome,” states Paul. “My guidebook says that it’s the resting place of the ‘unknown soldier’ and the flame never goes out,” I announce proudly. The taxi driver says something to Elizabeth, who is sitting in the front. “Franz here, suggests that if the budget deficit gets any worse, they intend to turn the gas off except on Public Holidays.” “Still practically every day then!

One of the earliest records of calisthenics training was handed down to us by the historian Herodotus, who recounts that prior to the Battle of Thermopolylae (c.480 BC) the god-king Xerxes sent a party of scouts to look down over the valley at his hopelessly outnumbered Spartan enemies, led by their king, Leonidas. To the amazement of Xerxes, the scouts reported back that the Spartan warriors were busy training their bodies with calisthenics. Xerxes had no idea what to make of this, since it looked as though they were limbering up for battle. The idea was laughable, because beyond the valley lay Xerxes’ Persian army, numbering over one hundred and twenty thousand men. There were only three hundred Spartans. Xerxes sent messages to the Spartans telling them to move or be destroyed. The Spartans refused and during the ensuing battle the tiny Spartan force succeeded in holding Xerxes’ massive army at bay until the other Greek forces coalesced. You might have seen a dramatization of this battle in Zac Snyder’s epic movie 300 (2007).

Venison stinks when you chew it, it stinks in your gullet. The putrid meat expands in your bowels, it constricts the intestines, it constricts the appetite—it murders you slowly, clogging your organs with its horrifying stink. It constricts the spirit, nothing but a foul and rotten meat that constricts the soul. But, of course, there is no soul, there can be nothing holy in us—there cannot be anything of heaven in us, because we are depraved, because we are no better than the foul venison. We are the meat that rots, the rotten meat on the bone, and we stink from birth until death, from when no soul is wrought to when no soul escapes.

He had no desire to eke out a living from the land as his family had during his childhood. He and Saphira were a Rider and dragon; their doom and their destiny was to fly at the forefront of history, not to sit before a fire and grow fat and lazy. And then there was Arya. If he and Saphira lived in Palancar Valley, he would see her rarely, if at all. “No,” said Eragon, and the word was like a hammerblow in the silence. “I don’t want to go back.” A cold tingle crawled down his spine. He had known he had changed since he, Brom, and Saphira had set out to track down the Ra’zac, but he had clung to the belief that, at his core, he was still the same person. Now he understood that this was no longer true. The boy he had been when he first set foot outside of Palancar Valley had ceased to exist; Eragon did not look like him, he did not act like him, and he no longer wanted the same things from life. He took a deep breath and then released it in a long, shuddering sigh as the truth sank into him. “I am not who I was.” Saying it aloud seemed to give the thought weight. Then, as the first rays of dawn brightened the eastern sky over the ancient island of Vroengard, where the Riders and dragons had once lived, he thought of a name--a name such as he had not thought of before--and as he did, a sense of certainty came over him. He said the name, whispered it to himself in the deepest recesses of his mind, and all his body seemed to vibrate at once, as if Saphira had struck the pillar beneath him. And then he gasped, and he found himself both laughing and crying--laughing that he had succeeded and for the sheer joy of comprehension; crying because all his failings, all the mistakes he had made, were now obvious to him, and he no longer had any delusions to comfort himself with. “I am not who I was,” he whispered, gripping the edges of the column, “but I know who I am.” The name, his true name, was weaker and more flawed than he would have liked, and he hated himself for that, but there was also much to admire within it, and the more he thought about it, the more he was able to accept the true nature of his self. He was not the best person in the world, but neither was he the worst.