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Crooked Kingdom
“What did she say?” asked Matthias.
Nina coughed and took his arm, leading him away. “She said you’re a very nice fellow, and a credit to the Fjerdan race. Ooh, look, blini! I haven’t had proper blini in forever.”
“That word she used:
babink
,” he said. “You’ve called me that before. What does it mean?”
Nina directed her attention to a stack of paper-thin buttered pancakes. “It means sweetie pie.”
“Nina—”
“Barbarian.”
“I was just asking, there’s no need to name-call.”
“No,
babink
means barbarian.” Matthias’ gaze snapped back to the old woman, his glower returning to full force. Nina grabbed his arm. It was like trying to hold on to a boulder. “She wasn’t insulting you! I swear!”
“Barbarian isn’t an insult?” he asked, voice rising.
“No. Well, yes. But not in this context. She wanted to know if you’d like to play Princess and Barbarian.”
“It’s a game?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then what is it?”
Nina couldn’t believe she was actually going to attempt to explain this. As they continued up the street, she said, “In Ravka, there’s a popular series of stories about, um, a brave Fjerdan warrior—”
“Really?” Matthias asked. “He’s the hero?”
“In a manner of speaking. He kidnaps a Ravkan princess—”
“That would never happen.”
“In the story it does, and”—she cleared her throat—“they spend a long time getting to know each other. In his cave.”
“He lives in a cave?”
“It’s a very nice cave. Furs. Jeweled cups. Mead.”
“Ah,” he said approvingly. “A treasure hoard like Ansgar the Mighty. They become allies, then?”
Nina picked up a pair of embroidered gloves from another stand. “Do you like these? Maybe we could get Kaz to wear something with flowers. Liven up his look.”
“How does the story end? Do they fight battles?”
Nina tossed the gloves back on the pile in defeat. “They get to know each other
intimately
.”
Matthias’ jaw dropped. “In the cave?”
“You see, he’s very brooding, very manly,” Nina hurried on. “But he falls in love with the Ravkan princess and that allows her to civilize him—”
“To civilize him?”
“Yes, but that’s not until the third book.”
“There are three?”
“Matthias, do you need to sit down?”
“This culture is disgusting. The idea that a Ravkan could civilize a Fjerdan—”
“Calm down, Matthias.”
“Perhaps I’ll write a story about insatiable Ravkans who like to get drunk and take their clothes off and make unseemly advances toward hapless Fjerdans.”
“Now
that
sounds like a party.” Matthias shook his head, but she could see a smile tugging at his lips. She decided to push the advantage. “
We
could play,” she murmured, quietly enough so that no one around them could hear.
“We most certainly could not.”
“At one point he bathes her.”
Matthias’ steps faltered. “Why would he—”
“She’s tied up, so he has to.”
“Be silent.”
“Already giving orders. That’s very barbarian of you. Or we could mix it up. I’ll be the barbarian and you can be the princess. But you’ll have to do a lot more sighing and trembling and biting your lip.”
“How about I bite
your
lip?”
“Now you’re getting the hang of it, Helvar.”
Matthias Helvar
Nina Zenik
The Four Winds
“Love is what remains when everything else is gone. This is what I should have told my children when we left Texas. What I will tell them tonight. Not that they will understand yet. How could they?
I am forty years old, and I just learned this fundamental truth myself.
Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation.
I am in love. There it is. I've written it down. Soon I will say it out loud. To him.
I am in love. As crazy and ridiculous and implausible as it sounds, I am in love. And I am loved in return.
And this-love-gives me the courage I need for today.
The four winds have blown us here, people from all across the country, to the very edge of this great land, and now, at last, we make our stand, fight for what we know to be right. We fight for our American dream, that it will be possible again.
Jack says that I am a warrior and, while I don't believe it, I know this: A warrior believes in an end she can't see and fights for it. A warrior never gives up. A warrior fights for those weaker than herself.
It sounds like motherhood to me.”
Love
Motherhood
Warrior
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
“Chapter One: The Dawn and the Dread
Heartbeat, heartbeat comes from Valhallan way,
To meet down in judgment, to ply its trade.
Two →swords← to join in worthy cross,
Actions to be rendered, one to be lost.
She did come now from ’yond northern slope,
A day of reckoning did she again once hope.
A devout meeting was her qwesterly bane,
To stay her hand was to go insane.
St. Kari of the Blade to meet her past,
A wicked enemy, peerless of match.
Rode Kari she her charger on down,
Past the Dead Land where Gaul sat crowned.
A killing job, yea, she desired to lastly kill,
To set things right so her heart might lie still.
Upon the mist and roaring plain,
She entered in, a soul uncontained.
A fierce wind in deed, and forever freed,
Enemies she annihilhates (’tis hur’ creed).
Her own advanced guard of a sort,
Multitudes to follow in her report.
Know this Valkyrie from on cold,
An ancient maiden soft and bold.
A warrior spirit from Ages past,
A fragmented mind like broken glass.
Solid in stature this eternal framed being,
Yet crippled within from internaled bleedings.
A sword saint so refined in the poetic art,
A noble character yet with a banshee’s heart.
Rhythmed horse now to the beats,
Kari emboldened amid the sleet.
Beyond the mountain she does come,
Unto southern fields wherein rules hot sun.
Far from that murderous Deadlands ground,
The land up swells; the dead still abound.
Traverses she those bygones of leprous civilizations
Those cities crumbled by the exhalted of oblivions.
Stark traces etched now bare in the land,
That are no more again, save dust in the hand.
A cool stream now in desert sans
(Does more good when one is damned).
Stopped she her mount to admire the flow,
A lovely stream with skeletons packed below.
Blue air whisps; dragon flied motion.
Flintsteel striking!!! Sparked of commotion.
Cold water chortles rushtish with tint,
Told of past carnage, it whetted her glint.
Fallen warriors, they are no more,
Swirls and eddies mark their discord.
Gurgled shouts slung and gathered,
Faces glazed while steel lathered.
Refreshing though it was to her mouth,
She smelled an air; she flared about.
Came up that ridge of loud, sanded hill,
Below a man and his half-score of kills.
Kari’s eyes waxed in smug contempt,
Possibilities ran deep with no repent . . .
On Kari, Valkyrie, Cold Steel Eternity Vol. II”
Spirituality
Fantasy
Heroine
Drama
Ghosts
Epic Poetry
Valkyries
Tribe: On Homecoming and Belonging
“Given the profound alienation of modern society, when combat vets say that they miss the war, they might be having an entirely healthy response to life back home. Iroquois warriors did not have to struggle with that sort of alienation because warfare and society existed in such close proximity that there was effectively no transition from one to the other.”
War
Ptsd
Iroquois
“Givers are worth more than takers.
Earners are worth more than beggars.
Sharers are worth more than hoarders.
Lovers are worth more than haters.
Builders are worth more than destroyers.
Creators are worth more than imitators.
Leaders are worth more than followers.
Learners are worth more than teachers.
Doers are worth more than talkers.
Dreamers are worth more than doubters.
Winners are worth more than losers.
Encouragers are worth more than detractors.
Defenders are worth more than aggressors.
Liberators are worth more than jailers.
Soldiers are worth more than murderers.
Angels are worth more than monsters.
Protectors are worth more than attackers.
Originators are worth more than copiers.
Achievers are worth more than quitters.
Victors are worth more than failures.
Conquerors are worth more than warriors.
Contenders are worth more than spectators.
Producers are worth more than users.
Motivators are worth more than discouragers.
Masters are worth more than amateurs.
Intercessors are worth more than accusers.
Emancipators are worth more than backstabbers.
Sympathizers are worth more than provokers.
Healers are worth more than killers.
Peacemakers are worth more than instigators.
Deliverers are worth more than collaborators.
Saviors are worth more than invaders.
Believers are worth more than sinners.”
Motivational Quotations
African Quotes
African Philosophy Quotes
Matshona Dhliwayo Quotes
Philosophy Quotations
Guru Quotations
African Philosopher Quotes
Solomonology Quotes
Sage Quotations
Enlightenment Quotations
Akata Warrior
“Do not take juju lightly, unless you are looking for unexpected death. Juju cartwheels between these pages like dust in a sandstorm. We don’t care if you are afraid. We don’t care if you think this book will bring you good luck. We don’t care if you are an outsider. We just care that you read this warning and are thus warned. This way, you have no one to blame but yourself if you enjoy this story.”
Reading
Magic
Warning
Juju
The Templars: The Rise and Spectacular Fall of God's Holy Warriors
“Life within a Templar house was designed where possible to resemble that of a Cistercian monastery. Meals were communal and to be eaten in near silence, while a reading was given from the Bible. The rule accepted that the elaborate sign language monks used to ask for necessities while eating might not be known to Templar recruits, in which case "quietly and privately you should ask for what you need at table, with all humility and submission." Equal rations of food and wine were to be given to each brother and leftovers would be distributed to the poor. The numerous fast days of the Church calendar were to be observed, but allowances would be made for the needs of fighting men: meat was to be served three times a week, on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Should the schedule of annual fast days interrupt this rhythm, rations would be increased to make up for lost sustenance as soon as the fasting period was over.
It was recognized that the Templars were killers. "This armed company of knights may kill the enemies of the cross without stated the rule, neatly summing up the conclusion of centuries of experimental Christian philosophy, which had concluded that slaying humans who happened to be "unbelieving pagans" and "the enemies of the son of the Virgin Mary" was an act worthy of divine praise and not damnation. Otherwise, the Templars were expected to live in pious self-denial.
Three horses were permitted to each knight, along with one squire whom "the brother shall not beat." Hunting with hawks—a favorite pastime of warriors throughout Christendom—was forbidden, as was hunting with dogs. only beasts Templars were permitted to kill were the mountain lions of the Holy Land. They were forbidden even to be in the company of hunting men, for the reason that "it is fitting for every religious man to go simply and humbly without laughing or talking too much." Banned, too, was the company of women, which the rule scorned as "a dangerous thing, for by it the old devil has led man from the straight path to paradise the flower of chastity is always [to be] maintained among you.... For this reason none Of you may presume to kiss a woman' be it widow, young girl, mother, sister, aunt or any other.... The Knighthood of Christ should avoid at all costs the embraces of women, by which men have perished many times." Although married men were permitted to join the order, they were not allowed to wear the white cloak and wives were not supposed to join their husbands in Templar houses.”
Obedience
Order
Templars
Templar House
The Culture of the Teutons: Volumes 1 and 2
“These Germanic peoples live and move in hordes, or tribes, or whatever we may call them. They have some sort of kings, and something in the nature of a general assembly, which all men capable of bearing arms attend. But we should be chary of supposing anything properly answering to a state institution as understood among civilized people The king has no real authority; the warriors obey him to-day, and tum their back on him defiantly to-morrow; one day. their kings may lead them forth on any reckless enterprise; the next, they may be scattering, despite his orders, and in defiance of all political prudence, to their separate homes. And in their assembly, the method of procedure is simply that he who can use the most persuasive words wins over all the rest The warriors clash their weapons, and the matter is decided. They are like children in regard to coaxing and gifts. but fickle and ungovernable in regard to anything like obligation. indisposed to recognize any definite rule and order.”
Kings
Authority
State
Tribes
Germanic
Heart of a Warrior Angel
“Lilac was compelled to battle and overcome the evil in front of her so that Dahmien could be metamorphosed back to his divine spiritual wholeness. She was determined to combat his demons with pure, unconditional love to save her family from further torment and to end the ancestral bloodline curse once and for all.”
Spiritual
Demons
Metamorphose
Heart of a Warrior Angel
“This was the reason for the spiritual attacks Lilac had experienced throughout her life, and she instinctually knew she would continue to be a target for the sinister energy forces that had yet to fulfill their destructive mission.”
Sinister
Spiritual Attack
Heart of a Warrior Angel
“Lilac intrinsically knew that she was about to be catapulted into an unknown event; however, she could not rationalize this instinct with her analytical mind. She was feeling discombobulated and confused, stuck between levels of consciousness and her perceived dimensional reality.”
Dimensions
Discombobulated
The Lost Tide Warriors
“It was like his mother always said: Rose-coloured glasses disguise red flags – and Bartley was draped in them.”
Red Flag
Rose Coloured Glasses
The Sacrifice
“Stanton skimmed over the jagged path of black shadows beneath the palm trees until he was over her head. Abruptly he slid back into himself and landed on his feet in front of her.
She gasped.
He let an indolent smile creep over his face and breathed in the sweet smell of her fear as his hand shot out and grabbed her before she could turn and run.
Soon you'll have nothing to fear
. He pushed the words into her mind and added a pledge of love to make her his for eternity.
Her eyes flashed back with a promise of her own. The warrior-goddess emerged. At first he thought she was going to battle him. He opened his mind with eager anticipation. He wanted her to fight.
Instead, she surprised him. She dropped her cello case. It thudded on the concrete and glass. Then she flung her books at him. He batted the books aside as she darted across the street. Her skirt flapped wildly about her legs and her shoes smacked hard on the pavement.
He ran after her, his heart excited by the chase.
You can't escape me
, he whispered into her mind.
That's what you think
.
He loved her foolish bravery.”
Stanton
Serena Killingsworth
Serena And Stanton
The Secret Scroll
“She took down the framed manuscript from the kitchen wall. It was Kendra's prized possession, and part of her felt guilty for what she planned, but it had to be done. She carefully removed the parchment from its frame, then searched through the piles of translations and notes on the kitchen table. Finally she found the Secret Scroll on the chair where Kendra had been the night before. She carried both manuscripts upstairs and set them on her desk.
Next she gathered paints and brushes and sat down. She studied the artwork on the Secret Scroll, then slowly began copying its rich patterns of gold, red, and blue onto Kendra's old manuscript.
It was late afternoon when she finished. She studied her work. She had managed to copy the exotic birds and animals hidden in the foliage on the borders, and even the detailed picture of the goddess locking the jaws of hell. Her work was rough, but at a distance it would fool Toby or any of the Regulators, especially since they were afraid to touch it.
Satisfied, she went to her closet. She searched through her clothes until she found the strapless top with the slit in the front. She slipped it over her head, then grabbed a silky black skirt and stepped into it. She carried her stiletto boots to the bed and tugged them on.
At last she drew black liquid eyeliner over her top lid, added green glitter shadow, rolled thick mascara on her lashes, and brushed her hair. She added gloss to her lips and rubbed sparkle lotion over her arms and chest. Then she remembered the dragon stencils. Soon, she had a sinuous dragon adorning her thigh between the bottom of her skirt and the top of her boots. She liked the look. She turned in front of the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door.
"Dynamite," she whispered. Her reflection thrilled her. She looked vamped-out and mystical. At once, she sensed the fierce power of the dragon rising in her. She felt like an invincible goddess-warrior.”
Goddess
Green
Artist
Black
Makeup
Dragon
Dressing Up
Stencil
Catty Turner
“One giver is greater than a thousand takers.
One earner is greater than a thousand beggars.
One achiever is greater than a thousand quitters.
One performer is greater than a thousand complainers.
One learner is greater than a thousand teachers.
One creator is greater than a thousand imitators.
One leader is greater than a thousand followers.
One thinker is greater than a thousand dreamers.
One conqueror is greater than a thousand warriors.
One master is greater than a thousand amateurs.
One encourager is greater than a thousand haters.
One victor is greater than a thousand failures.”
Philosophy Quotes
African Philosophy Quotes
Guru Quotes
Sage Quotes
Matshona Dhliwayo Quotes
Guru Quotations
African Philosopher Quotes
Solomonology Quotes
“The leaf does not grow before the plant.
The garden does not grow before the flowers.
The forest does not grow before the tree.
The harvest does not grow before the seeds.
The flame does not grow before the spark.
The ocean does not grow before the river.
The finger does not grow before the hand.
The toe does not grow before the foot.
The soul does not grow before the mind.
The heart does not grow before the body.
The world does not grow before the sky.
The heavens do not grow before the universe.
The child does not grow before the family.
The teacher does not grow before the student.
The music does not grow before the artist.
The team does not grow before the coach.
The flock does not grow before the shepherd.
The army does not grow before the warrior.”
Wisdom Quotes
Philosophy Quotes
African Philosophy Quotes
Philosopher Quotes
Guru Quotes
Matshona Dhliwayo Quotes
Philosopher Quotations
Philosophy Quotations
African Philosopher Quotes
Solomonology Quotes
“Before you are a champion you are an amateur.
Before you are a general you are a warrior.
Before you are a politician you are a constituent.
Before you are a president you are a citizen.
Before you are a pastor you are a parishioner.
Before you are a pope you are a priest.
Before you are a teacher you are a student.
Before you are a guru you are a disciple.
Before you are an inventor you are a scientist.
Before you are a judge you are a lawyer.
Before you are a maestro you are an apprentice.
Before you are a coach you are an athlete.
Before you are a genius you are a talent.
A humble amateur is better than a proud champion.
A humble warrior is better than a proud general.
A humble constituent is better than a proud politician.
A humble citizen is better than a proud president.
A humble parishioner is better than a proud pastor.
A humble priest is better than a proud pope.
A humble student is better than a proud teacher.
A humble disciple is better than a proud guru.
A humble scientist is better than a proud inventor.
A humble lawyer is better than a proud judge.
A humble apprentice is better than a proud expert.
A humble athlete is better than a proud coach.
A humble talent is better than a proud genius.”
Philosophy Quotes
Humble Quotes
Humility Quotes
African Philosophy Quotes
Philosopher Quotes
Guru Quotes
Matshona Dhliwayo Quotes
African Philosopher Quotes
Solomonology Quotes
Red, White & Royal Blue
“I am, and always have been - first, last, and always - a child of America.
You raised me. I grew up in the pastures and hills of Texas, but I had been to thirty-four states before I learned how to drive. When I caught the stomach flu in the fifth grade, my mother sent a note to school written on the back of a holiday memo from Vice President Biden. Sorry, sir—we were in a rush, and it was the only paper she had on hand.
I spoke to you for the first time when I was eighteen, on the stage of the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia, when I introduced my mother as the nominee for president. You cheered for me. I was young and full of hope, and you let me embody the American dream: that a boy who grew up speaking two languages, whose family was blended and beautiful and enduring, could make a home for himself in the White House.
You pinned the flag to my lapel and said, “We’re rooting for you.” As I stand before you today, my hope is that I have not let you down.
Years ago, I met a prince. And though I didn’t realize it at the time, his country had raised him too.
The truth is, Henry and I have been together since the beginning of this year. The truth is, as many of you have read, we have both struggled every day with what this means for our families, our countries, and our futures. The truth is, we have both had to make compromises that cost us sleep at night in order to afford us enough time to share our relationship with the world on our own terms.
We were not afforded that liberty.
But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable. America has always believed this. And so, I am not ashamed to stand here today where presidents have stood and say that I love him, the same as Jack loved Jackie, the same as Lyndon loved Lady Bird. Every person who bears a legacy makes the choice of a partner with whom they will share it, whom the American people will “hold beside them in hearts and memories and history books. America: He is my choice.
Like countless other Americans, I was afraid to say this out loud because of what the consequences might be. To you, specifically, I say: I see you. I am one of you. As long as I have a place in this White House, so will you. I am the First Son of the United States, and I’m bisexual. History will remember us.
If I can ask only one thing of the American people, it’s this: Please, do not let my actions influence your decision in November. The decision you will make this year is so much bigger than anything I could ever say or do, and it will determine the fate of this country for years to come. My mother, your president, is the warrior and the champion that each and every American deserves for four more years of growth, progress, and prosperity. Please, don’t let my actions send us backward. I ask the media not to focus on me or on Henry, but on the campaign, on policy, on the lives and livelihoods of millions of Americans at stake in this election.
And finally, I hope America will remember that I am still the son you raised. My blood still runs from Lometa, Texas, and San Diego, California, and Mexico City. I still remember the sound of your voices from that stage in Philadelphia. I wake up every morning thinking of your hometowns, of the families I’ve met at rallies in Idaho and Oregon and South Carolina. I have never hoped to be anything other than what I was to you then, and what I am to you now—the First Son, yours in actions and words. And I hope when Inauguration Day comes again in January, I will continue to be.”
Lgbt
Lgbtq
Bisexual
Red White And Royal Blue
Alex Claremont Diaz
Warrior of the Wild
“I nudge the body with a foot, look up at my father, and say "Here is your god.”
Warrior
Rasmira
“Jesus had no money,
but was the richest of all time;
had no education,
but was the smartest of all time;
had no titles,
but was the noblest of all time;
had no pedigree,
but was the finest of all time;
and had no power,
but was the strongest of all time.
He had no wife,
but was the meekest husband of all time;
had no children,
but was the gentlest father of all time;
had no teacher,
but was the humblest pupil of all time;
had no schooling,
but was the wisest teacher of all time;
and had no temple,
but was the godliest rabbi of all time.
He had no sword,
but was the bravest warrior of all time;
had no boat,
but was the shrewdest fisherman of all time;
had no winery,
but was the aptest winemaker of all time;
had no mentor,
but was the nicest counselor of all time;
and had no pen,
but was the greatest author of all time.
He had no seminary,
but was the sharpest theologian of all time;
had no university,
but was the brightest professor of all time;
had no degree,
but was the ablest doctor of all time;
had no wealth,
but was the biggest philanthropist of all time;
and had no stage,
but was the grandest entertainer of all time.”
God Quotes
Christian Quotes
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Matshona Dhliwayo Quotes
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Solomonology Quotes
Jesus Quotations
“There is no greater beast than envy,
no greater thief than fear,
no greater enemy than greed,
no greater predator than wrath,
and no greater poison than bitterness.
There is no greater student than curiosity,
no greater professor than intelligence,
no greater schoolbook than experience,
no greater exam than understanding,
and no greater classroom than life.
There is no greater preacher than integrity,
no greater warrior than courage,
no greater friend than contentment,
no greater angel than mercy,
and no greater medicine than love.”
Philosophy Quotes
Wise Quotes
African Philosophy Quotes
Philosopher Quotes
Guru Quotes
Matshona Dhliwayo Quotes
Philosopher Quotations
Philosophy Quotations
African Philosopher Quotes
Solomonology Quotes
“Ignorance is the world's oldest prison,
fear is the world's oldest slave master,
envy is the world's oldest poison,
desire is the world's oldest fuel,
curiosity is the world's oldest scholar,
conscience is the world's oldest preacher,
karma is the world's oldest judge,
time is the world's oldest healer,
destiny is the world's oldest prophet,
truth is the world's oldest sage,
courage is the world's oldest warrior,
love is the world's oldest angel,
joy is the world's oldest medicine,
intelligence is the world's oldest professor,
light is the world's oldest mirror,
eternity is the world's oldest vault,
knowledge is the world's oldest tree,
wisdom is the world's oldest fountain,
nature is the world's oldest clock,
reality is the world's oldest portrait,
darkness is the world's oldest curtain,
stars are the world's oldest lamps,
the sky is the world's oldest blanket,
the Earth is the world's oldest bedroom,
life is the world's oldest theatre,
fate is the world's oldest conductor,
people are the world's oldest actors,
angels are the world's oldest spectators,
and God is the world's oldest theatre owner.”
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The Winds of War
“In a solemn tone, like a priest chanting a mass, beating time in the air with a stiff finger, Slote quoted: " 'The German Revolution will not prove any milder or gentler because it was preceded by the Critique of Kant, by the Transcendental Idealism of Fichte. These doctrines served to develop revolutionary forces that only await their time to break forth. Christianity subdued the brutal warrior passion of the Germans, but it could not quench it. When the Cross, that restraining talisman, falls to pieces, then will break forth again the frantic Berserker rage. The old stone gods will then arise from the forgotten ruins and wipe from their eyes the dust of centuries. Thor with his giant hammer will arise again, and he will shatter the Gothic cathedrals.' "
Slote made an awkward, weak gesture with a fist to represent a hammerblow, and went on: " 'Smile not at the dreamer who warns you against Kantians, Fichteans, and the other philosophers. Smile not at the fantasy of one who foresees in the region of reality the same outburst of revolution that has taken place in the region of intellect. The thought precedes the deed as the lightning the thunder. German thunder is of true German character. It is not very nimble but rumbles along somewhat slowly. But come it will. And when you hear a crashing such as never before has been heard in the world's history, then know that at last the German thunderbolt has fallen.'
"Heine - the Jew who composed the greatest German poetry, and who fell in love with German philosophy - Heine wrote that," Slote said in a quieter tone. "He wrote that a hundred and six years ago.”
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“A shark does not ask for permission to rule the waters.
A bear does not ask for permission to rule the woods.
A wolf does not ask for permission to rule the forest.
A camel does not ask for permission to rule the desert.
A lion does not ask for permission to rule the jungle.
Trees do not ask for permission to rule woodlands.
Gravel does not ask for permission to rule mountains.
Light does not ask for permission to rule summer.
Wind does not ask for permission to rule autumn.
Snow does not ask for permission to rule winter.
Water does not ask for permission to rule the sea.
Plants do not ask for permission to rule rainforests.
Animals do not ask for permission to rule wildernesses.
Stars do not ask for permission to rule the sky.
Nature does not ask for permission to rule the world.
An eagle achieves more than a turkey in a lifetime.
A leopard achieves more than a hyena in a lifetime.
A fox achieves more than a rabbit in a lifetime.
A falcon achieves more than a vulture in a lifetime.
A lion achieves more than a sheep in a lifetime.
A leader achieves more than a student in a lifetime.
A saint achieves more than a sinner in a lifetime.
A prophet achieves more than a priest in a lifetime.
A master achieves more than a disciple in a lifetime.
A conqueror achieves more than a warrior in a lifetime.
A hero achieves more than a villain in a lifetime.
A maestro achieves more than an apprentice in a lifetime.
A genius achieves more than a talent in a lifetime.
A star achieves more than a critic in a lifetime.
A legend achieves more than a champion in a lifetime.”
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