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Sugar Rush
“All I know is that my family, my foundation, is you. And I want to build on that. I want to see what we can do together. I already know I don't do well without you.”
Baxter Dunne
“Everybody wants to be in the number one position but nobody wants to start from zero”
Number One
Start From Zero
Intimiteit
“Met concurrentie is op zich niks verkeerd en competitie kan best leuk zijn. Het wordt een probleem als het hele leven in het teken van competitie komt te staan. Het idee dat concurrentie alleen maar ons professionele leven betreft en we thuis lekker kunnen relaxen klopt niet langer. Ik ben een product dat ik zelf aan de man moet brengen, in voortdurende competitie met andere producten in een omgeving die één grote markt geworden is. Omwille van die concurrentie moet ik mezelf aanprijzen en oppimpen, want enkel zichtbaar succes telt mee.
Voor wie doe je het eigenlijk? De boodschap is dat we ons de vraag moeten stellen wat een goed leven inhoudt, goed voor mij en goed voor de ander.”
Succès
Zelfkennis
Vervreemding
Zelfzorg
Concurrentie
Zingeving
Competitie
Intimiteit
“De mens draagt een dubbele drang in zich, die tegenstrijdige impulsen veroorzaakt: enerzijds het zoeken naar opwinding, anderzijds het zoeken naar rust.
Daardoor ontstaat in hen een verward programma, dat in het diepst van hun innerlijk voor hun eigen waarneming verborgen blijft en hen ertoe brengt door drukke activiteit naar rust te zoeken.
De oplossing is verstrooiing, afleiding, waardoor de mens niet meer nadenkt over zichzelf, want dat is volgens hem een bron van ellende. Een aantal eeuwen later ontdekte men in het Westen een wijsheid uit het Oosten: het opheffen van het zelf is een voorwaarde om je goed te voelen.”
Rust
Activiteit
Afleiding
Drukte
Ellende
Innerlijk
Opwinding
Verstrooiing
Verwarring
Waarneming
“While a name is always something you can choose, it only functions socially as long as I call you by it. (And try calling people names that they don't choose to be called by, if you want to see some real social unrest.)”
Chaos
The Sandman
Social Unrest
Samuel R Delany
Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
“When there is no way of knowing exactly how long our skeins will run--and when we imagine ourselves to have much more time than we do--our every impulse is to fight, to die with chemo in our veins or a tube in our throats or fresh sutures in our flesh. The fact that we may be shortening or worsening the time we have left hardly seems to register. We imagine that we can wait until the doctors tell us that there is nothing more they can do. But rarely is there nothing more that doctors can do. They can give toxic drugs of unknown efficacy, operate to try to remove part of the tumor, put in a feeding tube if a person can't eat: there's always something. We want these choices. But that doesn't mean we are eager to make the choices ourselves. Instead, most often, we make no choice at all. We fall back on the default, and the default is: Do Something. Fix Something. Is there any way out of this?”
Life
Death
Dying
Illness
Uncertainty
Doctors
Quality Of Life
Heroic Measures
Medical System
“Do not tell me about your principles, for words are easy to craft and talk is cheap. Rather, let me see you live them out in the sentence and syntax of everyday life. And let me see that not so that I know that you understand the principles that you espouse, for that is easy. Rather, I want to know that you understand the sacrifice of living them out, and that the weight of the principle offsets the sacrifice of carrying it.”
Faith
Sacrifice
Values
Belief
Ethics
Principles
Morals
Espouse
“No one wants to die," said Becka. "But some people don't want to live in any of the ways that are allowed.”
Dystopian Fiction
Testaments
Pearls Before Swine
“When facts are misrepresented in order to serve an opinion or to promote it aggressively – especially an opinion which demonstrably results in people being victimized, persecuted and their lives destroyed in many places in the world, it should be a matter of concern to everyone who wants people to be treated equally, fairly and justly.”
When
In
Victimized
Especially
Aggressively
Demonstrably Results
Persecuted And
To Serve
Outlaw Hartes: The Valentine Two-StepCassidy Harte and the Comeback Kid
“That’s what I thought I wanted. A nice, safe, uneventful life…Safe and uneventful are just other words for lonely. - Matt Harte”
Love
Loneliness
Excuses
Safety
Uneventful
Dream Country
“I hate dreams. I don't want any more dreams. I don't want any more anything.”
Depression
Facade
Neil Gaiman
The Sandman
Dream Country
“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. 13 I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”
Need
Want
Content
And Strength
Murder as a Fine Art; The English Mail-Coach
“The world in general, gentlemen, are very bloody-minded; and all they want in a murder is a copious effusion of blood; gaudy display in this point is enough for them.”
Murder
Thomas De Quincey
Humans Suck
The Doll's House
“It means the world's about as solid and as reliable as a layer of scum on the top of a well of black water which goes down forever, and there are things in the depths that I don't even want to think about. It means more than that. It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.”
Neil Gaiman
The Sandman
The Dolls House
The Tyrant’s Tomb
“Meg slashed through the last of Tarquin’s minions. That was a good thing, I thought distantly. I didn’t want her to die, too. Hazel stabbed Tarquin in the chest. The Roman king fell, howling in pain, ripping the sword hilt from Hazel’s grip. He collapsed against the information desk, clutching the blade with his skeletal hands.
Hazel stepped back, waiting for the zombie king to dissolve. Instead, Tarquin struggled to his feet, purple gas flickering weakly in his eye sockets.
“I have lived for millennia,” he snarled. “You could not kill me with a thousand tons of stone, Hazel Levesque. You will not kill me with a sword.”
I thought Hazel might fly at him and rip his skull off with her bare hands. Her rage was so palpable I could smell it like an approaching storm. Wait…I did smell an approaching storm, along with other forest scents: pine needles, morning dew on wildflowers, the breath of hunting dogs.
A large silver wolf licked my face. Lupa? A hallucination? No…a whole pack of the beasts had trotted into the store and were now sniffing the bookshelves and the piles of zombie dust.
Behind them, in the doorway, stood a girl who looked about twelve, her eyes silver-yellow, her auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was dressed for the hunt in a shimmering gray frock and leggings, a white bow in her hand. Her face was beautiful, serene, and as cold as the winter moon.
She nocked a silver arrow and met Hazel’s eyes, asking permission to finish her kill. Hazel nodded and stepped aside. The young girl aimed at Tarquin.
“Foul undead thing,” she said, her voice hard and bright with power. “When a good woman puts you down, you had best stay down.”
Her arrow lodged in the center of Tarquin’s forehead, splitting his frontal bone. The king stiffened. The tendrils of purple gas sputtered and dissipated. From the arrow’s point of entry, a ripple of fire the color of Christmas tinsel spread across Tarquin’s skull and down his body, disintegrating him utterly. His gold crown, the silver arrow, and Hazel’s sword all dropped to the floor.
I grinned at the newcomer. “Hey, Sis.”
Apollo
Hazel Levesque
Diana
Meg Mccaffrey
Tarquin
Lester Papadopoulos
The Tyrant’s Tomb
“Look, back in the old days, ravens used to be gentle and white, like doves, okay? But they were terrible gossips. One time I was dating this girl, Koronis. The ravens found out she was cheating on me, and they told me about it. I was so angry, I got Artemis to kill Koronis for me. Then I punished the ravens for being tattletales by turning them black.”
Reyna stared at me like she was contemplating another kick to my nose. “That story is messed up on so many levels.”
“Just wrong,” Meg agreed. “You had your sister kill a girl who was cheating on you?”
“Well, I—”
“Then you punished the birds that told you about it,” Reyna added, “by turning them black, as if black was bad and white was good?”
“When you put it that way, it doesn’t sound right,” I protested. “It’s just what happened when my curse scorched them. It also made them nasty-tempered flesh-eaters.”
“Oh, that’s much better,” Reyna snarled.
“If we let the birds eat you,” Meg asked, “will they leave Reyna and me alone?”
“I—What?” I worried that Meg might not be kidding. Her facial expression did not say kidding. It said serious about the birds eating you. “Listen, I was angry! Yes, I took it out on the birds, but after a few centuries I cooled down. I apologized. By then, they kind of liked being nasty-tempered flesh-eaters. As for Koronis—I mean, at least I saved the child she was pregnant with when Artemis killed her. He became Asclepius, god of medicine!”
“Your girlfriend was pregnant when you had her killed?” Reyna launched another kick at my face. I managed to dodge it, since I’d had a lot of practice cowering, but it hurt to know that this time she hadn’t been aiming at an incoming raven. Oh, no. She wanted to knock my teeth in.
“You suck,” Meg agreed.”
Gods
Apollo
Artemis
Ravens
Reyna Avila Ramírez Arellano
Meg Mccaffrey
Lester Papadopoulos
Asclepius
Koronis
False Gods
“You're right, Mal, you and Erebus both. My father made me for immortality and the galaxy should know of me. Ten thousand years from now I want my name to be known all across the heavens."
- Warmaster Horus”
The Black Library
The Horus Heresy
“God is love. God is compassion. When you love a person, a people, an entity, a nation and a continent, there should be mercy in your heart that loves. If these two attributes are missing in your heart, then there is cruelty and all evil and death finds its way. God is life, love and compassionate...When somebody encourages you not to love and receive God in your life and heart, then they do not love you, they want you to be broken. They will be happy in your demise. Love God and be protected in his everlasting healing, cleansing and divine protection. Yeah, says the Lord God Almighty. So make it a habit to read all the Stellah Mupanduki books breathed by the Holy Spirit of a Sovereign God and Written by the Finger of God Almighty for your divine protection, salvation and peace. There is mercy and love in these God-given books for the world and people. Hallelujah.”
Compassion
Stability
World Peace
Love Of God
Longevity
Presence Of God
Divine Help
Joy And Happiness
Mercy Books
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
“I want a good story, with a beginning, middle and end.”
Play
Rosencrantz And Guildenstern
“My brothers and sisters in south Africa, no human being is an island. Unless you want to re-do the experiment over again expecting different results. If you think love is expensive, try hate.”
South Africa
Xenophobia
Xenophobia Quotes
The Arrangement
“They ordered all the things they'd never eaten before, things from the sea: Venus clams and whelks, potatoes pressed with caviar, champagne and Chambertin, Rex finally pulling the waiter aside and asking for more caviar, making a bowl with his giant hands, the best caviar he'd ever eaten, and by god, he wanted his fill.
They would eat caviar all across the city that week, in fine restaurants and cafés and bistros, mounded in ice bowls, from tiny ivory spoons, spread on toast, on blinis, on eggs and potatoes, but Rex would always return to that first night, his first bite, and how he would never have another as good.”
Seafood
Caviar
Falstaff: Give Me Life
“Shakespeare will not allow Falstaff to die upon stage. We see and hear the deaths of Hamlet, Cleopatra, Antony, Othello, and Lear. Iago is led away to die silently under torture. Macbeth dies offstage but he goes down fighting. Falstaff dies singing the Twenty-third Psalm, smiling upon his fingertips, playing with flowers, and crying aloud to God three or four times. That sounds more like pain than prayer.
We do not want Sir John Falstaff to die. And of course he does not. He is life itself.”
Life
Shakespeare
Falstaff
The Arrangement
“Lucullus placed a live fish in a glass jar in front of every diner at his table. The better the death, the better the meal would taste.
Catherine de Medici brought her cooks to France when she married, and those cooks brought sherbet and custard and cream puffs, artichokes and onion soup, and the idea of roasting birds with oranges. As well as cooks, she brought embroidery and handkerchiefs, perfumes and lingerie, silverware and glassware and the idea that gathering around a table was something to be done thoughtfully. In essence, she brought being French to France.
Everything started somewhere else. She thought of Tim's note:
write to me
. He didn't want to hear about Lucullus and Catherine de Medici; but she loved her old tomes and the things unearthed there, the ballast they lent, the safety of information. She spread her notebooks open across the table. There was a recipe for roasted locusts from ancient Egypt, and on the facing page, her own memory of the first thing she ever cooked, the curry sauce and Anne's chocolate.”
Ancient History
Famous Chefs
Old Recipes
Mfk Fisher
Catherine De Medicis
The Arrangement
“She browned onions and garlic, and from the pot on the windowsill, chopped a few winter-sad leaves of tarragon. The smell was green and strong, and she thought of spring.
Spring in Dijon, when she and Al would hike into the mountains with the Club Alpin, the old women forever chiding her tentative steps, her newborn French:
la petite violette, violette américaine
. She would turn back to Al, annoyed, and he would laugh. Hardly his delicate flower. When they stopped for lunch, it was Mary Frances with the soufflé of calves' brains, whatever was made liver or marrow, ordering enough strong wine that everyone was laughing. The way home, the women let her be.
If she wanted calves' brains now, she wouldn't even know where to begin to look or how to pay. She and Al seemed to be living on vegetables and books, tobacco, quiet. She blanched a bunch of spinach and chopped it. She beat eggs with the tarragon, heated the skillet once again. There was a salad of avocados and oranges. There was a cold bottle of ale and bread. Enough, for tonight.”
Reminiscing
Spring
French Food
Offal
French Cooking
Mfk Fisher
The Beauty of Conflict for Couples: Igniting Passion, Intimacy and Connection in your Relationship
“Do you want real intimacy? Real fulfillment? Or do you want an emotionally charged relationship that swings up and down, over and over?”
Relationships
Conflict
Relationship Quotes
Conflict Resolution
Marriage Quotes
Conflicts Resolution
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