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How To Liv
“Having Joel by my side with his hand touching my thigh, his laughter in my ear, his cologne in my senses, made me drunker than alcohol ever would. It was a different kind of intoxication though, and it was far more potent.”
Love
Joel
“In THE ART OF SPIRITUAL HEALING, the great mystic Joel Goldsmith said, “Healing is finding an inner communion with something greater, far greater, than anything in the world; it is finding ourselves in God, finding ourselves in a spiritual peace, an inner peace, an inner glow, all of which comes to us with the realization of God with us, the presence and power of God felt.”
Healing
Recovery
Spiritual Awakening
Presence Of God
Realization Of God
Joel Goldsmith
My Life Next Door
“But you can't have her because she's gonna marry Jase," George conlcudes.
Wonderful.
Joeal looks surprised, as well he might. "You´re a friend of Jase's ?"
"Well, not really, I mean, we just met. I'm here to babysit."
"But she went to his room" George adds.
Joel raises an eyebrow at me.”
My Life Next Door
Samantha Reed
Huntley Fitzpatrick
Jase Garrett
Garretts
George Garrett
Úrsula
“Então Úrsula, a pobre órfã, ajoelhou aos pés do leito, e volvendo em seus braços o corpo inanimado, com seus lábios, trêmulos de dor, tocou os lábios frios e inertes de sua mãe, tentando, embalde, transmitir ao coração materno o hálito ardente, que a animava.
Mas quando voltou à realidade, quando teve plena consciência de que estava só, e entregue ao rigor da sua sorte, quando pôde acreditar que sua mãe já não existia, então prorrompeu em lágrimas, e estorceu-se pelo chão, e agitou-se como uma possessa, porque as grandes e profundas dores do coração só acham alívio na expansão ilimitada da dor, e na fadiga do corpo e do espírito...”
Black Author
Brazilian Literature
Read Women
Xix Century
Slavery History
“O Que é o Niilismo para mim?
O Niilismo, é o nada; É Como ir a maior praia do mundo se ajoelhar e com uma pequena pinça pegar um único grão de areia, colocar esse grão na palma das mãos. Ir até o mar, e então soltar o grão olhar para trás e perceber a grande diferença que aquele pequeno grão de areia fez.
Isso é o Niilismo, e nós somos o grão de areia.”
Nihilism
Niilismo
The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals
“Polyface Farm is built on the efficiencies that come from mimicking relationships found in nature and layering one farm enterprise over another on the same base of land. In effect, Joel is farming in time as well as space - in four dimensions rather than three. . .The ides is not to slavishly imitate nature, but to model a natural ecosystem in all its diversity and interdependence, one where all the species 'fully express their physiological distinctiveness'. He takes advantage of each species' natural proclivities in a way that benefits not only the animal but other species as well.”
Biological Farming
Closed Loop
Farm Ecosystem
Os Pássaros de Seda
“Ah rapariga! feliz do homem que venha a merecer o teu amor. Com essa beleza toda e essa nuvem dentro que te faz flutuar um metro acima dos outros mortais, nem precisa ajoelhar para beijar-te os pés.”
Beauty
Girl
Amor
Cloud
Beleza
Rapariga
Nuvem Love
“Acho que compreendo por que a ladainha exige instintivamente o cair de joelhos. A mudança de posição é o simbolo de uma mudança na voz, no que a voz vai articular, no próprio articulado. Quando chego ao ponto de tocar essa mudança, as coisas que até um segundo antes me pareciam arbitrárias enchem-se de sentido profundo, simplificam-se extraordinariamente e ao mesmo tempo se aprofundam.”
Perception
Change Meaning
Blistered
“How old did they tell you I am?” she demanded, hurrying to match his pace.
Joel shook his head. “If my mother ever taught me anything, it was to never question a lady’s age.”
Romance
Humor
Young Adult Fantasy
Joel
A Modern Greek Myth
Azalee
Blistered
Other Voices, Other Rooms
“a crazy elation caught hold of Joel, he ran, he zigzagged, he sang, he was in love, he caught a little tree-toad because he loved it and because he loved it he set it free, watched it bounce, bound like the immense leaping of his heart;”
La La La
Esta é a Ditosa Pátria Minha Amada
“LXVIII
Chorava Liz, choravam os portugueses,
Inclinava-se o povo pela sua fé!
Nunca se pedira a Deus tantas vezes,
Que acalmasse tão dolorosa maré…
Por tão falsos e sangrentos revezes
Justiça se pedia de joelhos e de pé,
De espanto, gemia toda a gente…
Que de Cristo, por sua fé, era crente!”
Poesia Camoniana
Poesia Inédita
Poesia Portuguesa
Fire Touched
“So,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m too much for you. You should have said something. We might be married, Mercy, but no still means no.”
I widened my eyes at him. “I just haven’t wanted to hurt your feelings.”
“When I give you that little nudge, hmm?” His voice took on a considering air. “Come to think of it, I’m feeling a little nudge coming on right now.”
“Now?” I whispered in horrified tones. I looked up toward Jesse’s room. “Think of the children.”
He tilted his head as if to listen, then shook it. “They won’t hear anything from there.” He started slowly down the stairs.
“Think of Darryl, Zack, Lucia, and Joel,” I said earnestly. “They’ll be scarred for life.”
“You know what they say about werewolves,” he told me gravely, stepping down to the ground.
I broke and ran—and he was right on my tail. Figuratively speaking, of course. I don’t have a tail unless I’m in my coyote shape.”
Nudge
Mercy Thompson
Adam Hauptman
Poesia Reunida
“Gozo I
Linho dos ombros
ao tacto
já tecido
Túnica branda
cingida sobre as
espáduas
Os rins despidos
no fato já subido:
as tuas mãos abrindo a madrugada
Linho dos seios
na roca dos sentidos
a seda lenta sedenta na garganta
a lã da boca
cardada
no gemido
e nos joelhos a sede
que os abranda
Linho das ancas
bordado
de torpor
a boca espessa
o fuso da garganta”
Poesia
Prazer
Erotismo
“Note to self," Joel commented. "When you go into Arious it's a 'no touchee, no zappee' situation!
Paelen tapped Emily. "I suggest we try it again, just so I can see Joel's face when he gets zapped!"
"Let's not, but say we did," Emily said.”
Humor
Mythology
Gods
Olympus
Roman Mythology
Hawaiian Mythology
The Partly Cloudy Patriot
“Along with voting, jury duty, and paying taxes, goofing off is one of the central obligations of American citizenship. So when my friends Joel and Stephen and I play hooky from our jobs in the middle of the afternoon to play Pop-A-Shot in a room full of children, I like to think we are not procrastinators; we are patriots pursuing happiness.”
Humor
Procrastination
Patriotism
Citizenship
Goofing Off
Shakespeare Wrote for Money
“İki haftamı ülkenizi dolaşarak geçirdim -ülkeniz, çılgın zamanlar mıntıkası ve televizyonda sürekli bir biçimde ereksiyon sorununu tedavi eden ilaçların reklamının yapıldığı o ülkeyse eğer- bu dergi için bilgi toplamakla görevlendirilmiş olarak: kırk yedi edebiyatsever, sinir bozucu derecede sakin olmakla beraber yüzü gülmeyen genç adam ve kadından oluşan, her ay bu köşedeki tüm iyi esprileri ayıklayan Hece Cümbüşü, artık Amerikan okuma alışkanlıklarından bihaber olduğuma karar verdi ve beni havaalanı kitapçılarına doğru (itiraf etmeliyim ki faydalı) bir geziye gönderdi. Bu sayede, biliyorum ki, en sevdiğiniz yazarınız Cormac McCarthy değil, hatta David Foster Wallace bile değil, Joel Osteen diye bir adam ki kendisi, hakkında bildiğim kadarıyla Cümbüş üyesi olabilir çünkü kusursuz dişlere ve kurtarıcımız İsa’nın rehberliğinde insanlığın mükemmelliğe ulaşabileceğine dair bir inanca sahip. Televizyonu her açışımda Osteen ekrandaydı -Allah şu yetişkinlere yönelik, seyrettiğin-kadar-öde kanallarından razı olsun!- ve kitabı Become a Better You (Daha İyi Bir Sen Ol) her yerdeydi. Sanırım, şimdi bu kitabı okumak zorunda kalacağım, sırf sizin ne düşündüğünüzü öğrenmek için. Gerçek bir hikaye: Texas Houston’da George Bush Havaalanı’nda, otuzlarında çekici bir kadın gördüm bu kitabı satın alırken ve ilginç olan şuydu ki kadın ağlıyordu bu işi yaparken. Aceleyle içeri girdi gözlerinden yaşlar akarak ve kendi kendine söylenerek, doğruca ciltli, çok satan, kurgusal olmayan kitapların sergilendiği bölüme yöneldi. Tahmininiz benimki kadar başarılı. Neredeyse tamamen eminim ki, suçlanması gereken kişi duyarsız bir herifin teki (kadının D15 ile D17 kapıları arasında bir yerde terk edildiğini tahmin ediyorum), ve aslına bakılırsa duyarsız Amerikalı erkekler, Hıristiyanlığın A.B.D.’de popüler olmasının sorumlusudur. İlginçtir ki, İngiltere’de erkekler zerre kadar duyarsız değildir ve sonuç olarak biz de neredeyse toptan allahsız bir milletiz ve Joel Osteen hiçbir zaman televizyonlarımıza çıkmıyor.”
Din
Ilişkiler
İngiltere
Abd
“I am little bit confuse about certain view and belief and i discover the most judgmental people are born again, i didnt know if this is right or accurate but in every forum i have seen, conversation in internet all people who called oprah joel osteen ellen michael jackson obama as cult leader and anti christ. All of them are born again they called oprah as sinner, cult advocate, anti christ i think there’s something wrong i need to pray for this hehehe la lang share lang ng thoughts”
Friendship
Faith
Religion
Faithfullness
The Dudes Abide: The Coen Brothers and the Making of The Big Lebowski
“Turturro is coming in to play the pederast," Joel said. "He said he’d do his best F. Murray Abraham.”
Edward James Olmos
Le Livre des Baltimore
“Perché scrivo? Perché i libri sono più forti della vita. Sono la più bella delle rivincite. Sono i testimoni dell’inviolabile muraglia della nostra mente, dell’inespugnabile fortezza della nostra memoria.”
Joël Dicker, Il libro dei Baltimore”
Italiano
Romanzo
Audiolibro
Mark Goldman
The Boy With the Bookstore
“I'm here for you, Max. Always."
Those words. Every time she says them, they land like an arrow to my heart. They're a reminder that I've got her in my corner. And I want her to know that I'll be there for her too. Always.
"I'm here for you too, Joelle. Always, no matter what."
The way she melts into my body softens me. I'm head over heels for this woman, and I fucking love it.
Love
.
The word echoes in my mind.
I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head. For a quiet minute we just hold each other. I close my eyes and relish the feel of her against me.
Without her I'd...
The thought cuts off in my head.
Without Joelle
.
Just imagining that scenario has me panicking.
Love
.
An unfamiliar ache claims my throat as my heart races.
Love
.
It rings louder in my head until it's the only word I know.
Love
.
I glance down at Joelle, cuddled into my chest, blinking slowly, her delicate shoulders rising with each breath she takes. And that's when it hits me. I don't ever want to know a life without Joelle. Because I'm in love with her.
The thought lands like a brick to the head, but in the best way. Because the impact of that realization leaves me in a daze. It's like I'm floating. The most thoughtful, beautiful, kind, funny, and loyal person I've ever met---and she's with me.
And I love her.”
Realization
I Love Her
The Boy With the Bookstore
“I close my eyes, groaning softly as I slowly work myself with my fingers. "You got undressed so fast. I'm impressed."
I move quicker, savoring the ache between my legs as it slowly intensifies. When I open my eyes, he leans so close to my face, I can feel the hot breath from his mouth coat my lips.
"I can do a lot of things quickly if I'm tempted. And you, Joelle..." He shudders as he works himself in his hand, his eyes never leaving mine. "Seeing you touch yourself is the ultimate temptation."
My mouth is on him instantly. With my free hand, I claw at his hair, and we kiss each other breathless. Soon we're moaning into each other's mouths. Max's hand is on my waist, and then he slides down to squeeze my ass.
Something inside me takes hold. I grab his hand and push it between my legs to take over.
"Please," I whine. "I know we can't have each other the way we want right now, but I just... I need you to touch me."
He nods at me, jaw clenched, like he's determined to take this task and run with it. And run with it he does. His massive hand works me into a tizzy, and soon all of the muscles in my body are tense with pleasure.
"Joelle," he rasps against my mouth. "I want you any way I can have you. Always."
Even though I'm lying down on my side, I'm dizzy with arousal. God, even just his words are enough to send me over the edge. I clutch his bulging arm as the ache inside me builds. When I burst, he's right there to absorb it all: my screams with his mouth, my thrashing body with his own.
When I finally come down, I set my sights on what's between his legs. I reach down and take my time with him, relishing his ragged breaths and growls, how his muscles go tense, how his eyes focus when he breaks apart, and how shy his gaze turns when he's finished.
I press a kiss to his lips, then lean up to grab napkins from the center console to help him clean up. When we're through, we're a sweaty, panting mess, and the inside of the car feels ten degrees warmer.”
Lovemaking
Masturbating
Heavy Petting
The Boy With the Bookstore
“You, Joelle, are fucking goddamn mind-blowingly beautiful. I have no idea how you don't see it. Those glasses that you think made you look nerdy? If they're nerdy, then nerdy is so incredibly hot. Because when you wear your glasses, you look smart
and
sexy. Your hair that you think is unruly and messy? It's not. It's wild. And wild is so fucking hot, I can't even begin to tell you." He presses his eyes shut and shakes his head, like he can barely contain the thought. "I can't take my eyes off it. Every time you brush past me and I feel your hair on my skin, I get goose bumps. And your skin is so soft that every time I've touched you, I've almost lost my damn mind. Like when you were on my lap kissing me, I honest to god thought I was going to pass out. I mean, did you not feel my boner against you? You felt so fucking good I could barely take it."
My eyes are wide as I soak in every word he says.
"When we started working in the same space together, I overheard you mention how big your ass is when you were joking with your mom and aunt. Why? Your ass is a fucking national treasure. Why do you think I spent so much time grabbing it while we were fooling around?"
Against his palm, I let out a muffled "oh" sound. It's the sound I make when I've figured out an especially challenging crossword puzzle clue. These are some damn good points he's making.
Shaking his head, he looks away for a split second, like he's so frustrated, so hell-bent on getting these words out that he needs a moment to collect himself.
His eyes cut back to me. "Do you have any idea the way people look at you? Everywhere you go, people can't take their eyes off you. Nonstop. And you don't even notice it because you're too focused on others. Do you have any clue how sexy it is? Everyone else is so concerned with their image and what people think of them. But you don't give it a second thought. Even if you don't realize it, you come off so sure of yourself. It's the hottest thing ever.”
You Are Beautiful
Confession Of Love
Sexy And Romantic
Unawareness Of The Self
The Boy With the Bookstore
“But Joelle doesn't do "nice". Nice is too passive for what she is, which is a genuinely sweet and kind and thoughtful person---one of the best I know. I've watched her for over a year and a half pouring her heart and soul into her bakery, treating her customers like members of her own family. She remembers their names, the names of their kids and pets, birthdays, first days of school and work, graduations and weddings.
I've seen her give out pastries and drinks to people on the street near our building. I've seen her offer up her bakery as a hangout for local high school students who want a place to play cards and dominoes. I've seen her give cash out of her pocket to a kid in need.
All because she cares. She doesn't do a single thing that isn't rooted in sincerity.
That's why what she said to me yesterday meant so much. Because despite the stress of our current work setup and how it's caused countless fights between us, she still cares about me. And that means everything---more than she'll ever know.”
Compassionate
Generous Heart
Genuine Goodness
The Boy With the Bookstore
“Society really is going straight to hell now that we're rewarding criminals. You should be ashamed of yourself."
I don't miss Joelle's eye roll, the way her chest heaves as she inhales and pivots back to the woman. "Actually, I think this is a sign of a good society, helping people who need it. And the only person here who should be ashamed is you. I make the best damn matcha latte in all of Portland and you didn't like it. That means your taste buds are crap."
The start of a chuckle falls from my lips before I clear my throat.
"And on top of that, you went out of your way to make a kid cry. Pretty damn shameful all around."
The lady's jaw plummets all the way to the floor at what Joelle said. "That's it. I'm out of here."
"Thank god," Joelle mutters. I hold back a laugh.”
Told
Called Out
Edgewood
“We spoke of you. According to Joel, you make him
very
happy."
She bristled at his mocking tone but couldn't help the blush creeping up her neck. "Bite me, Hawthorne."
The corner of his mouth curved upwards. His eyes glittered, as if he was imagining doing exactly that.
In the silence, his gaze traced over her. Moving slowly across her jaw, down her throat, and along her collarbones topping to linger on the curve of her shoulder. As if showing her all the places he longed to bite most.
Emeline couldn't help but imagine it: His teeth on her bare skin. Soft little bites in between kisses.”
Flirting
Teasing Banter
Love Bites
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