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The Tyrant’s Tomb
“A few blocks farther on, we found Terminus, his World War I greatcoat peppered with shrapnel holes, his nose broken clean off his marble face. Crouching behind his pedestal was a little girl—his helper, Julia, I presumed—clutching a steak knife.
Terminus turned on us with such fury I feared he would zap us into stacks of customs declaration forms.
“Oh, it’s you,” he grumbled. “My borders have failed. I hope you’ve brought help.”
I looked at the terrified girl behind him, feral and fierce and ready to spring. I wondered who was protecting whom. “Ah…maybe?”
The old god’s face hardened a bit more, which shouldn’t have been possible for stone. “I see. Well. I’ve concentrated the last bits of my power here, around Julia. They may destroy New Rome, but they will not harm this girl!”
“Or this statue!” said Julia.”
Apollo
Terminus
New Rome
Julia
Lester Papadopoulos
“Spiderman: Hey, Ms. Marvel, watch the wings! They're sharper than they --
Kid's Frozen. Probably Never Faced Anything Like This Before.
Gotta Snap Her Out Of It. But How -- Ah. Got It.
Spiderman: Hey! You know my "Slingshot" Maneuver? The one I've done with Captain Marvel a few times.
Ms. Marvel: F-Fuh Four Times! All her fans love it! You did against the Spider-Slayer's insect army, and when you fought Terminus...that was SO cool! I made it my wallpaper!
Spiderman: Great! 'Cause we're doing it now!
Ms. Marvel: With ME? I-- I--
Ms. Marvel: I'm doing it! I'm totally doing the Captain Marvel Slingshot Maneuver!
Ms. Marvel: This is the BEST DAY EVER!”
Spider Man
Amazing Spider Man
Ms Marvel
Haunted Castles
“The castle is situated at the terminus of a long and upward-winding mountain road. It presents a somewhat forbidding aspect to the world, for there is little about it to suggest gaiety or warmth or any of those qualities that might assure a wayfarer of welcome. Rather, this vast edifice of stone exudes an austerity, cold and repellent, a hint of ancient mysteries long buried, an effluvium of medieval dankness and decay. At night, and most particularly on nights when the moon is slim or cloud-enshrouded, it is a heavy blot upon the horizon, a shadow only, without feature save for its many-turreted outline; and should the moon be temporarily released from her cloudy confinement, her fugitive rays lend scant comfort, for they but serve to throw the castle into sudden, startling chiaroscuro, its windows fleetingly assuming the appearance of sightless though all-seeing orbs, its portcullis becoming for an instant a gaping mouth, its entire form striking the physical and the mental eye as would the sight of a giant skull.”
Gothic
Short Stories
Castle
Gothic Literature
Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe
“But the secrets of such a book are not perpetual. Once they are known, they become relegated to a lesser sphere, which is that of the knower. Having lost the prestige they once enjoyed, these former secrets now function as tools in the excavation of still deeper ones which, in turn, will suffer the same corrosive fate. And this is the fate of all the secrets of the universe. Eventually the seeker of a recondite knowledge may conclude—either through insight or sheer exhaustion—that this ruthless process is never-ending, that the mortification of one mystery after another has no terminus beyond that of the seeker's own extinction. And how many still remain susceptible to the search? How many pursue it to the end of their days with undying hope of some ultimate revelation? Better not to think in precise terms just how few the faithful are.”
Secrets
Quest
Futility
Seekers
1991
Grimscribe
Spectacles In The Drawer
Warhawk
“Jaghatai started to cough, sending more bloody spurts out over the ripped-apart ground. His shattered gauntlet still clutched the hilt of his blade, but the arm must have been broken in many places. Only slowly, as he trudged back, did Mortarion realise that the sound was bitter laughter.
'I… absorbed,' Jaghatai rasped, 'the… pain.'
Mortarion halted. 'What do you mean?'
'I… know,' Jaghatai said, his voice a liquid slur. 'The Terminus Est. You… gave up. I… did not.' And then he grinned – his split lips, his flayed cheeks, his lone seeing eye, twisting into genuine, spiteful pleasure. 'My endurance is… superior.'
So that was what they all believed. Not that he had done what needed to be done. Not that he had sacrificed everything to make his Legion invincible, even suffering the ignominy of using Calas as his foil, even condemning himself to the permanent soul-anguish of daemonhood so that the change could never be undone by anyone, not even his father.
That he had been weak.”
Insult
Mockery
Taunt
Space Marines
Warhammer 40k
Horus Heresy
Warhammer 40000
Chaos Space Marines
White Scars
“A goal is never a ‘terminus.’ Rather, it is a ‘terminal’ within which the next train is already pulling up.”
Life
Meaning
Purpose
Calling
Destination
Journey
Train
Goals Destiny
The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer
“Perhaps cancer defines the inherent outer limit of our survival. As our cells divide and our bodies age, and as mutations accumulate inexorably upon mutations, cancer might well be the final terminus in our development as organisms.
But our goals could be more modest. Above the door to Richard Peto's office in Oxford hangs one of Doll's favourite aphorisms: "Death in old age is inevitable, but death before old age is not." Doll's idea represents a far more reasonable proximal goal to define success in the War on Cancer.”
Death
Old Age
Inherent Outer Limit
Richard Doll
War On Cancer
A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems
“I took off the mask and looked in the mirror.
I was the same child I was years ago.
I hadn't changed at all...
That's the advantage of knowing how to remove your mask.
You're still the child,
The past that lives on,
The child.
I took off the mask, and I put it back on,
It's better this way.
This way I'm the mask.
And I return to normality as to a streetcar terminus.
11 August 1934”
Identity
Childhood
Past
Mask
“Ut acerbus terminus. To the bitter end.”
Latin
Purgatory; A place of pruning Book 1
“What we see and know will become terminus when kissed by eternity”
Eternity
Seeing
“Graduation is not the terminus of your experience; it is the terminal of your success.”
Inspirational
Success
Graduation Speech
Higher Education
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
“She suddenly thought one afternoon, when looking in the glass at her fairness, that there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would have disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it? Why did she not feel the chill of each yearly encounter with such a cold relation? She had Jeremy Taylor's thought that some time in the future those who had known her would say, 'It is the -th, the day that poor Tess Durbeyfield died'; and there would be nothing singular to their minds in the statement. Of that day, doomed to be her terminus in time through all the ages, she did not know the place in month, week, season, or year.”
Death
Mortality
Tess Of The D Urbervilles
Rumi: Swallowing the Sun: Poems Translated from Persian
“SUDDEN RESURRECTION! Endless mercy!
Blazing fire in the thickets of thought!
Today you came laughing
Unlocking dungeons
Came to the meek
Like god’s grace and bounty
You are the antechamber to the sun
You are the hope’s prerequisite
You are sought
Seeker
Terminus
Principia
You pulse in every chest
adorn every idea
then permit their realization
Spirit- spring, irreplaceable
Delight of action and cognition.
All the rest is pretext, fraud-
the former, illness; the latter, cure
We’re jaundiced by that fraud
Heart-set to slay an innocent
Drunk, now on angel eyes
Now on plain bread and soup
Taste this intoxication, drop your ratiocination
Savor these delectable
Drop the debatables
A little bread and greens
Should not entail so much trouble
*Ghazal 1”
Love
Mercy
Sun
God
Grace
Illness
The Way Back to Florence
“Outside the station of Santa Maria Novella Isabella has to stand aside while a line of prisoners are marched into the terminus by armed Fascist guards. They pass within touching distance of her, carrying bags and bundles. There are old people and some children too. They all seem swamped by their clothes, disembodied by them somehow. Then she catches the eye of Ezra, a young Jewish man who once worked in the arts material shop where she buys most of her pigments and brushes. He is almost at the back of the line. The veins are high and urgent on his hand. His trousers are held up with a dirty piece of string. His cobalt blue eyes hold hers for the barest beat of a moment but some essence of his being conveys itself to her and her blood quickens in sympathy for him. She has the feeling of looking into the eyes of a ghost.”
Holocaust
River of Gods
“Thomas Lull knows he is un-American: he hates cars but loves trains, Indian trains, big trains like a nation on the move. He is content with the contradiction that they are at once hierarchical and democratic, a temporary community brought together for a time; vital while it lasts, burning away like early mist when the terminus is reached.”
Trains
Americanism
Half the Church: Recapturing God's Global Vision for Women
“And here's what we so often miss. By naming us as his image bearers, God has made a relationship with himself the strategic center of his purpose for humanity and for the world. Knowing God is as vital to us as the air we breathe--not just a 'come to faith' knowing, but the ongoing knowing and endless discoveries of a relationship. Not a destination or terminus, but an endless quest to know and understand the God who created us. Maneuvering through life without knowing him is as much to our undoing as for an astronaut to attempt a tethered space walk without the oxygen-supply line that connects her to the spacecraft. The image bearer's relationship with God is our north star, the reference point from which we begin to understand everything else--incuding ourselves.”
Relationship
God
Human Beings
La natura delle cose
“Humana ante oculos foede cum vita iaceret in terris oppressa gravi sub religione quae caput a caeli regionibus ostendebat horribili super aspectu mortalibus instants, primum Graius homo mortalis tollere contra est oculos ausus primusque obsistere contra, quem neque fama deum nec fulmina nec minitanti murmure compressit caelum, sed eo magis acrem irritat animi virtutem, effringere ut arta naturae primus portarum claustra cupiret. Ergo vivida vis animi pervicit, et extra processit longe flammantia moenia mundi atque omne immensum peragravit mente animoque, unde refert nobis victor quid possit oriri, quid nequeat, finita potestas denique cuique quanam sit ratione atque alte terminus haerens.
Quare religio pedibus subiecta vicissim obteritur, nos exaequat victoria caelo.”
Lucretius
Goblin Winter: of Puppet Kings and Telling Sins
“Undiluted, he is lesser than all
the Lesser Prophets combined
Now the disease we will find
is his cure, his call, and mankind’s downfall
—The Fallo Terminus (LVI)”
Epic Poetry
Beyond Freedom and Dignity
“It is a mistake to suppose that all change or development is growth. The present condition of the earth’s surface is not mature or immature; the horse has not, so far as we know, reached some final and presumably optimal stage in evolutionary development. If a child’s language seems to grow like an embryo, it is only because the environmental contingencies have been neglected. The feral child has no language, not because his isolation has interfered with some growth process, but because he has not been exposed to a verbal community. We have no reason to call any culture mature in the sense that further growth is unlikely or that it would necessarily be a kind of deterioration. We call some cultures underdeveloped or immature in contrast with others we call ‘advanced’, but it is a crude form of jingoism to imply that any government, religion, or economic system is mature.
The main objection to the metaphor of growth, in considering either the development of an individual or the evolution of a culture, is that it emphasizes a terminal state which does not have a function. We say that an organism grows
toward
maturity or
in order to reach maturity
. Maturity becomes a goal, and progress becomes movement towards a goal. A goal is literally a terminus—the end of something such as a foot race. It has no effect on the race except to bring it to an end. The word is used in this relatively empty sense when we say that the goal of life is death or that the goal of evolution is to fill the earth with life. Death is no doubt the end of life, and a full world may be the end of evolution, but these terminal conditions have no bearing on the processes through which they are reached. We do not live
in order to die
, and evolution does not proceed
in order to
fill the earth with life.”
Growth
Change
Development
Culture
Maturity
The North
“Liverpool, surreal. Liverpool, sardonic. Liverpool, battered dignity. Liverpool, flotsam of maritime memory. Liverpool, never quite what it was because everything it does changes what it does. Liverpool, the home of Liverpool. Liverpool, welcoming the world. Liverpool, cutting-edge, keeping pace, dropping anchor. Liverpool, lost. Liverpool, as spontaneous as life itself. Liverpool, born. Liverpool, going to sea. Liverpool, set in its ways, at the end of the line, at the beginning of time, with its back to the land, its feet in the water, its head in the clouds, its heart on its sleeve, hearts in its mouth. Liverpool, its being so cheerful that keeps us going. Liverpool, the first city to rock in Britain. Liverpool, boring people to tears. Liverpool, singing for its supper. Liverpool, a long memory for those who aimed kicks when it was down. Liverpool, eagles become seagulls. Liverpool, working. Liverpool, dreaming. Liverpool, a terminus for down and outs. Liverpool, corrupt. Liverpool, uncompromising. Liverpool, playfulness turned to art, and philosophy, and business. Liverpool, a relatively small provincial city plus hinterland with associated metaphysical space as defined by dramatic moments in history, emotional occasions and general restlessness. Liverpool, the rest of the world rubbing off. Liverpool, occupation hard knocks.”
Life
Liverpool
Northern
Freeform
The Mark of Athena
“Percy?" Annabeth gripped his arm.
"Oh, bad," he muttered. "Bad. Bad." He looked across the table at Frank and Hazel. "You guys remember Polybotes?"
"The giant who invaded Camp Jupiter," Hazel said. "The anti-Poseidon you whacked in the head with a Terminus statue. Yes, I think I remember”
Humor
Annabeth Chase
Percy Jackson
Heroes Of Olympus
Percy Jackson And The Olympians
The Mark Of Athena
Poseidon
Hazel Levesque
Camp Jupiter
Polybotes
Terminus
Cancer Ward
“Terminus dahü: Hastanın ameliyat masasında ölme ihtimali. Status idem: Hastanın durumu değişmemiş aynı. Rezektabl: Ameliyatla çıkarılabilir.”
Literature
Edebiyat
The Complete Poems
“The words of the true poems give you more than poems,
They give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war, peace, behavior, histories, essays, daily life, and everything else,
They balance the ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes,
They do not seek beauty, they are sought,
Forever touching them or close upon them follows beauty, longing, fain, love-sick.
They prepare for death, yet they are not the finish, but rather the outset,
They bring none of his or her terminus or to be content and full,
Whom they take they take into space to behold the birth of the stars, to learn one of the meanings,
To launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the ceaseless rings and never be quiet again.”
Poetry
Poets
Poem
Mount Terminus
“The land afterward was cleared by oxen, the fallen trees stripped of their bark and cut for lumber that would be used in the construction of the villa, in which the women would live as servants, on whose property their daughters terraced the mountain for orange and lemon groves, where they could see to the east from the peak of Mount Terminus their sons raising swine in the valley below.”
Property
Desert
Landscape
Atmosphere
California
London Falling
“You hear stories like that all your life and think: cool, a ghost bus. But now we have to look at this stuff analytically... a
ghost bus?!
The “ghost” of a
motor vehicle?
A public conveyance, presumably, which didn't head towards the light, move on to join the choir invisible in... bus heaven, the great terminus in the sky, where all good buses go when they... I don't know, break down, but instead is doomed to … drive eternally the streets of Earth! How can there be a ghost
bus?!
”
Afterlife
Ghosts
Buses
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