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Tales from the Tao: The Wisdom of the Taoist Masters
“He himself had been quite turbulent in his youth, but a combination of self-cultivation and suffering had changed that.”
Happy Life
Taoism
Wild Youth
The Fate of Food: What We'll Eat in a Bigger, Hotter, Smarter World
“Most of us generate more planet-warming emissions from eating than we do from driving or flying. Food production now accounts for about a fifth of total greenhouse gas emissions annually, which means agriculture contributes more than any other sector, including energy and transportation to climate change”
Climate Change
Agriculture
Greenhouse Gases
The Twelve-Fingered Boy
“We're born into pain, our constant companion through life. There are things you see, things you experience that you can never wash away or rid yourself of—never. They're like ink impregnated into skin, tattooed on your consciousness, malformed and dark and hideous.
There are things we see that we will never be able to unsee. They change us to the core.”
Life
Truth
Pain
Science Fiction
Horror
Superheroes
The Twelve Fingered Boy
Incarcerado
John Hornor Jacobs
“We're born into pain, our constant companion through life. There are things you see, things you experience that you can never wash away or rid yourself of—never. They're like ink impregnated into skin, tattooed on your consciousness, malformed and dark and hideous.
There are things we see that we will never be able to unsee. They change us to the core.”
Life
Truth
Pain
Young Adult
Science Fiction
Horror
John Horner Jacobs
The Twelve Fingered Boy
Harry's Trees
“Look at all the books in this place. Every one of them is inside you. And you're inside them."
"Sweetheart. It's a
public
library, not my private library. It needs people."
"They got out of the habit is all."
"The world has changed."
"No, everybody needs a story, Miss Perkins. That's something that never, ever changes.”
Books
Stories
Libraries
Public Libraries
The Tyrant’s Tomb
“I keeled over sideways.
The world turned fluffy, bleached of all color. Nothing hurt anymore.
I was dimly aware of Diana’s face hovering over me, Meg and Hazel peering over the goddess’s shoulders.
“He’s almost gone,” Diana said.
Then I was gone. My mind slipped into a pool of cold, slimy darkness.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” My sister’s voice woke me rudely.
I’d been so comfortable, so nonexistent.
Life surged back into me—cold, sharp, and unfairly painful. Diana’s face came into focus. She looked annoyed, which seemed on-brand for her.
As for me, I felt surprisingly good. The pain in my gut was gone. My muscles didn’t burn. I could breathe without difficulty. I must have slept for decades.
“H-how long was I out?” I croaked.
“Roughly three seconds,” she said. “Now, get up, drama queen.”
She helped me to my feet. I felt a bit unsteady, but I was delighted to find that my legs had any strength at all. My skin was no longer gray. The lines of infection were gone. The Arrow of Dodona was still in my hand, though he had gone silent, perhaps in awe of the goddess’s presence. Or perhaps he was still trying to get the taste of “Sweet Caroline” out of his imaginary mouth.
I beamed at my sister. It was so good to see her disapproving I-can’t-believe-you’re-my-brother frown again. “I love you,” I said, my voice hoarse with emotion.
She blinked, clearly unsure what to do with this information. “You really have changed.”
“I missed you!”
“Y-yes, well. I’m here now. Even Dad couldn’t argue with a Sibylline invocation from Temple Hill.”
“It worked, then!” I grinned at Hazel and Meg. “It worked!”
“Yeah,” Meg said wearily. “Hi, Artemis.”
“Diana,” my sister corrected. “But hello, Meg.” For her, my sister had a smile. “You’ve done well, young warrior.”
Meg blushed. She kicked at the scattered zombie dust on the floor and shrugged. “Eh.”
I checked my stomach, which was easy, since my shirt was in tatters. The bandages had vanished, along with the festering wound. Only a thin white scar remained. “So…I’m healed?” My flab told me she hadn’t restored me to my godly self. Nah, that would have been too much to expect.
Diana raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not the goddess of healing, but I’m still a goddess. I think I can take care of my little brother’s boo-boos.”
“Little brother?”
She smirked.”
Siblings
Apollo
Hazel Levesque
Diana
Meg Mccaffrey
Lester Papadopoulos
Boo Boo
The Arrow Of Dodona
“Some rich people think that they can handle climate change by using their money: Well, but if the world sinks, you won't have the chance to leave the ship with a lifeboat! Where will you go? To the space, stupid rich? Let's remember that people don't have a colony in the cosmos yet!”
Climate Change
Mehmet Murat Ildan Quotes
Climate Change Denial
Climate Changes
Climate Change Quotes
Climate Emergency
Climate Change In Life
“Embracing/attacking other communities won't change the facts. Our people are in this quagmire because we ignored education & elected clueless despots who inturn have presided over the worst economic crimes in the history of the continent. Whom did you elect?”
Politics
Elections
Political Philosophy
Economics
Educational Quotes
Despots
Economic Collapse
Quagmire
How to Increase Your Self-Worth
“The key to changing yourself is to first change your perspective or paradigm”
Self Worth
Self Improvement
Decisions In Lifeive
The Beauty of Conflict for Couples: Igniting Passion, Intimacy and Connection in your Relationship
“If one person changes in a relationship, the dynamics shift. So even if you’re the only person who’s willing to make some changes—for now—that’s enough.”
Relationships
Inspiration
Couples
Self Help
Conflict Resolution
Couples Fights
Couples Dynamic
The Beauty of Conflict for Couples: Igniting Passion, Intimacy and Connection in your Relationship
“What if every moment of conflict is a chance to make your relationship even stronger?”
Relationships
Inspiration
Couples
Self Help
Conflict Resolution
Couples Fights
Couples Dynamic
Permanent Record
“Once you go digging into the actual technical mechanisms by which predictability is calculated, you come to understand that its science is, in fact, anti-scientific, and fatally misnamed: predictability is actually manipulation. A website that tells you that because you liked this book you might also like books by James Clapper or Michael Hayden isn’t offering an educated guess as much as a mechanism of subtle coercion.”
Manipulation
Advertising
Adtech
Advertising Technology
Programmatic
Recommendation Engines
Senses
“Life is but a wheel
Cycling birth and death around
Like seasons changing”
Poetry
Change
Haiku
Life And Death
Buddhist Quotes
Seasons Changing
Buddhist Psychology
Buddhist Practice
“The Moon is not an electric light bulb that you can change with another!”
Philosophy
Inspirational Quotes
Moon
Deep Thoughts
Life And Living Life Philosophy
Moonlight
Natures Beauty
Light Bulb
Electric Light
Steps to Christ
“Education, culture, the exercise of the will, human effort, all have their proper sphere, but here they are powerless. They may produce an outward correctness of behavior, but they cannot change the heart;”
Change Heart
Human Effort
Notre-Dame de Paris
“Oh ! aimer une femme ! être prêtre ! être haï ! l’aimer de toutes les fureurs de son âme, sentir qu’on donnerait pour le moindre de ses sourires son sang, ses entrailles, sa renommée, son salut, l’immortalité et l’éternité, cette vie et l’autre ; regretter de ne pas être roi, génie, empereur, archange, dieu, pour lui mettre un plus grand esclave sous les pieds ; l’étreindre nuit et jour de ses rêves et de ses pensées ; et la voir amoureuse d’une livrée de soldat ! et n’avoir à lui offrir qu’une sale soutane de prêtre dont elle aura peur et dégoût ! Être présent, avec sa jalousie et sa rage, tandis qu’elle prodigue à un misérable fanfaron imbécile des trésors d’amour et de beauté ! Voir ce corps dont la forme vous brûle, ce sein qui a tant de douceur, cette chair palpiter et rougir sous les baisers d’un autre ! Ô ciel ! aimer son pied, son bras, son épaule, songer à ses veines bleues, à sa peau brune, jusqu’à s’en tordre des nuits entières sur le pavé de sa cellule, et voir toutes les caresses qu’on a rêvées pour elle aboutir à la torture ! N’avoir réussi qu’à la coucher sur le lit de cuir ! Oh ! ce sont là les véritables tenailles rougies au feu de l’enfer ! Oh ! bienheureux celui qu’on scie entre deux planches, et qu’on écartèle à quatre chevaux ! — Sais-tu ce que c’est que ce supplice que vous font subir, durant les longues nuits, vos artères qui bouillonnent, votre cœur qui crève, votre tête qui rompt, vos dents qui mordent vos mains ; tourmenteurs acharnés qui vous retournent sans relâche, comme sur un gril ardent, sur une pensée d’amour, de jalousie et de désespoir ! Jeune fille, grâce ! trêve un moment ! un peu de cendre sur cette braise ! Essuie, je t’en conjure, la sueur qui ruisselle à grosses gouttes de mon front ! Enfant ! torture-moi d’une main, mais caresse-moi de l’autre ! Aie pitié, jeune fille ! aie pitié de moi !”
Passion
Jealousy
Priest
Frollo
Esmeralda
Notre-Dame de París
“Vous avez été enfant, lecteur, et vous êtes peut-être assez heureux pour l'être encore. Il n'est pas que vous n'ayez plus d'une fois (et pour mon compte j'y ai passé des journées entières, les mieux employées de ma vie) suivi de broussaille en broussaille, au bord d'une eau vive, par un jour de soleil, quelque belle demoiselle verte ou bleue, brisant son vol à angles brusques et baisant le bout de toutes les branches. Vous vous rappelez avec quelle curiosité amoureuse votre pensée et votre regard s'attachaient à ce petit tourbillon sifflant et bourdonnant, d'ailes de pourpre et d'azur, au milieu duquel flottait une forme insaisissable voilée par la rapidité même de son mouvement. L'être aérien qui se dessinait confusément à travers ce frémissement d'ailes vous paraissait chimérique, imaginaire, impossible à toucher, impossible à voir. Mais lorsque enfin la demoiselle se reposait à la pointe d'un roseau et que vous pouviez examiner, en retenant votre souffle, les longues ailes de gaze, la longue robe d'émail, les deux globes de cristal, quel étonnement n'éprouviez-vous pas et quelle peur de voir de nouveau la forme s'en aller en ombre et l'être en chimère ! Rappelez-vous ces impressions, et vous vous rendrez aisément compte de ce que ressentait Gringoire en contemplant sous sa forme visible et palpable cette Esmeralda qu'il n'avait entrevue jusque-là qu'à travers un tourbillon de danse, de chant et de tumulte.”
Childhood
Dragonfly
Esmeralda
Enfance
Notre Dame De Paris
Libellule
“Everyone acts like nothing will change yet everything changes.”
Change
Changing
Meir Ezra
Everything Changes
Dissolution
“I'm an inexhaustible font of tricks, haven't you noticed?" Pharaun beamed at the assembled paupers and said, "How would you all like to assist two masters of the Academy engaged in a mission of vital importance? I assure you, Archmage Baenre himself will wax giddy with gratitude when I inform him of your aid."
His audience stared back at him, fear in their eyes. One of the female commoners produced a bone-handled, granite-headed mallet and threw it. Ryld caught it and hurled it back. The makeshift weapon thudded into the center of the laborer's forehead, and she collapsed.
"Would anyone else care to express a reservation of any sort?" Pharaun asked. He waited a beat. "Splendid, then just stand still. I assure you, this won't hurt."
The Master of Sorcere pulled a wisp of fleece from a pocket and recited an incantation. With a soft hissing, a wave of magical force shimmered through the room. When it touched the paupers, they changed, each into a facsimile of Ryld or Pharaun himself. Only a single child remained unaffected.
"Excellent," said Pharaun. "Now all you have to do is go outside, at which point, I recommend you scatter. With luck, many, if not all of you, will survive.”
Magic
Betrayal
Fantasy
Treachery
Drow
Pharaun
Darkelf
Lighter Living: Declutter. Organize. Simplify.
“Losing the buffer zone of my parents meant I was next. I had a chance to craft a lighter finale for my future senior years. I didn’t want the final chapters of my life to be about stuff, and I didn’t want to abandon the responsibility of dealing with it myself.”
Responsibility
Aging
Stuff
Aging Well
Future Plans
End Of Life
Organizing Your Life
Lighter
Losing A Parent
Buffer Zone
The Art of the July Monarchy: France, 1830 to 1848
“The July Monarchy was the start of France’s Steam Age, a period when steam technology, much of it imported from England, began to transform perceptions of space and time (the steamboat and the railroad), material culture (the powerloom for weaving cloth), and the circulation of words and images (the mechanized printing press). The number of steam engines in France rose from six hundred in 1830 to five thousand in 1847, and contemporaries were powerfully aware of the changes they portended. Indeed, the July Monarchy has never received sufficient acknowledgment for setting the stage for the major economic boom of the 1850s and 1860s, for which the Emperor Napoleon III was happy to take credit. Nevertheless, in two fundamental ways, France before 1848 was more like it had been at the end of the eighteenth century than like it would be by the beginning of the twentieth.”
July Monarchy
Steam Age
Thanks, Obama: My Hopey, Changey White House Years
“As professional dilettantes, speechwriters use their short attention spans to your advantage.”
Humor
Writers
Politics
Obama
Speechwriting
White House
The Wallflower Wager
“A masquerade is supposed to be a chance to put on a different face, isn't it? An opportunity to be someone else for a few hours. Yet I can't seem to manage it. I'm still me, beneath the mask."
"I know what you mean." Gabe was still himself beneath the armor, too. An interloper among the aristocrats. Unwelcome. Inadequate. "We are who we are, I suppose."
"We are who we are," she agreed.
Gabe despised the defeated note in her voice. He
liked
who she was, beneath the mask. And when he was in her company, he almost liked who he was, too. The idea that anyone would overlook her made him vaguely furious.”
Penelope And Gabriel
We Are Who We Are
The Wallflower Wager
“They don't have the time to take on animals with dietary restrictions and missing legs."
"Do you think I don't know that? That's precisely why they're all here with me. No one else would take them. Angus, for example." She moved toward the Highland steer. "Some foolish merchant traveled to Scotland on holiday and decided to bring his wife a pet calf from the Highlands. Never stopped to think about the fact that he would grow."
"Surely people aren't that stupid."
"Oh, it happens all the time. But usually they make that mistake with pups or ponies. Not cattle." She shook her head. "They dehorned him in the worst, most painful way. When he came to me, the poor dear's wounds were infected. Infested, too. He could have perished from the fly-strike alone. That man was stupid, indeed. The only thing he got right was his choice of calf. Angus is exceedingly adorable."
Adorable?
Gabe eyed the beast. The animal stood as tall as Gabe's shoulder, and it smelled... the way cattle smell. Shaggy red fur covered its eyes like a blindfold, and its black, spongy nose glistened.”
Steer
Cattle
Penelope Campion
Angus
Animal Adoption
Dead Toad Scrolls
“Regardless of the physical world that a person finds himself or herself mired in, everyone can attempt to control the angle of their psychological reference point through constructive self-evaluation and by conscientiously refining their heightened cognitive viewpoint in order to revise and upgrade their mental autobiography. Apprehending our self and assessing our place in the world is an inherent activity of all human beings. Each one of us must make our own way and determine how to fit into a world that is constantly changing. Each of us posits our perception of a self and makes conjectures regarding how the world functions.”
Self Determination
Self Awareness
Perspective
Viewpoint
Self Evaluation
Self Perception
Self Identification
Self Evaluating
Fit Into The World
Mind Chatter
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