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If a weapon has sped accidentally from one's hand, rather than if one has aimed and hurled it, to atone for the deed a ram is substituted as a peace offering to prevent blood revenge.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Life is one fool thing after another whereas love is two fool things after each other.

Nature has made us intolerant to change, but fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature.

The girl lost her hat and her long hair came down.

He prays because he knows he doesn't control it. He's at the mercy of it.

Whatever the people ordain last shall be legally valid.

It looks like we might have made it. Yes, it looks like we've made it to the end.

The past is now part of my future, the present is well out of hand.

In the heat of the summer, you're so different from the rest.

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By choosing the right words, you can take an idea that's happening in your head and try to make an idea like it happen in someone else's. That's what's happening right now.

And from those eyes alone he saw at once that she knew.

If it is for the sake of preserving Ashina, I will seize any matter of heretical strength.

From day to day he became more and more entangled.

Nobody can tell what is right and what is wrong, what is righteous and what is evil. Even if there is a god, and I had His teachings before me, I would think it through, and decide if that was right or wrong myself.

Wax on, right hand. Wax off, left hand. Wax on, wax off. Breathe in through nose, out the mouth.

Only, we must allow time. But our demands as far as time is concerned are no less exorbitant than those which the heart requires in order to change. For one thing, time is the very thing that we are least willing to allow, for our suffering is acute and we are anxious to see it brought to an end. And then, too, the time which the other heart will need in order to change will have been spent by our own heart in changing itself too, so that when the goal we had set ourselves becomes attainable it will have ceased to be our goal.

To make power, people try to put pieces of this metal close enough together that they make heat fast, but not so close that they go out of control and blow up. This is very hard, but there is so much heat and power stored in this metal that some people have wanted to try anyway.

There were those of us who fought against this. But in the end, we could not keep up with the expense involved in the arms race, the space race, and the peace race. And at the same time, our people grumbled for more nylons and washing machines. Our Doomsday scheme cost us just a small fraction of what we'd been spending on defense in a single year. But the deciding factor was when we learned that your country was working along similar lines, and we were afraid of a Doomsday gap.

I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven, and whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.

Stalin was a typical product of his time. As he did before the revolution, he continued to follow Lenin. Part of an exclusive group of influential Soviet functionaries, Stalin was a member of the government, a member of the party's Central Committee, and a member of the top leadership. He spoke with Lenin almost daily.

One town's very like another when your head's down over your pieces, brother.

Your struggle is your life. Your struggle is your gift. See, many people look at struggle like it's a bad thing. Your struggle will be the gift that the world falls in love with. Nobody wants to hear the story of the man that was given everything. People want to hear the stories of men, and women that endured pain and turned their struggles into a gift. Do you want people just to feel sorry for you? Or do you want people to look up to you? Do you want to be a legend? Because legends are born in the valley of struggle.

You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.

I believe there is no need to go into that either.

A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now. It is too late. The Evacuation still proceeds, but it's all theater. There are no lights inside the cars. No light anywhere. Above him lift girders old as an iron queen, and glass somewhere far above that would let the light of day through. But it's night. He's afraid of the way the glass will fall-soon-it will be a spectacle: the fall of a crystal palace. But coming down in total blackout, without one glint of light, only great invisible crashing.

the key on a computer keyboard that you press to give an instruction, or to start a new line in a document: Enter the data then press the return key.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

To realize one's destiny is a person's only obligation.

I once saw him kill three men in a bar... With a pencil, with a fucking pencil. Then suddenly one day he asked to leave. It's over a woman, of course. So I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now. And then my son, a few days after his wife died, you steal his car and kill his fucking dog.

According to legend, Father Earth did not originally hate life. In fact, as the lorists tell it, once upon a time Earth did everything he could to facilitate the strange emergence of life on his surface. He crafted even, predictable seasons; kept changes of wind and wave and temperature slow enough that every living being could adapt, evolve; summoned waters that purified themselves, skies that always cleared after a storm. He did not create life - that was happenstance - but he was pleased and fascinated by it, and proud to nurture such strange wild beauty upon his surface. Then people began to do horrible things to Father Earth. They poisoned waters beyond even his ability to cleanse, and killed much of the other life that lived on his surface. They drilled through the crust of his skin, past the blood of his mantle, to get at the sweet marrow of his bones. And at the height of human hubris and might, it was the orogenes who did something that even Earth could not forgive: They destroyed his only child.

Who wants to have their life planned out for them?

For a minute they were looking at one another in silence.

I walk ten thousand miles, ten thousand miles to see you.

Even lessons learned the hard way are lessons learned.

People in the Stillness do not speak of other continents, either, though it is plausible to suspect they might exist elsewhere. No one has traveled around the world to see that there aren't any; seafaring is dangerous enough with resupply in sight and tsunami waves that are only a hundred feet high rather than the legendary mountains of water said to ripple across the unfettered deep ocean. They simply take as given the bit of lore passed down from braver civilizations that says there's nothing else. Likewise, no one speaks of celestial objects, though the skies are as crowded and busy here as anywhere else in the universe. This is largely because so much of the people's attention is directed toward the ground, not the sky. They notice what's there: stars and the sun and the occasional comet or falling star. They do not notice what's missing. But then, how can they? Who misses what they have never, ever even imagined? That would not be human nature. How fortunate, then, that there are more people in this world than just humankind.

You must know, sire, that my father was Mahmoud, the king of this country, the Black Isles, so called from the four little mountains which were once islands, while the capital was the place where now the great lake lies. My story will tell you how these changes came about.

All my life I want money and power, respect my mind or die from lead shower.

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you.

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

I get it. This won't stop until I die. But when I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I'm thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something. It means I am something, at least... pretty amazing to be something, at least...

I wanna live the stories I write, see the whole world with my own eyes, take the unknown trail and hear the songs the night sings. I wanna feel the flame when it burns, wanna feel the pain when it hurts, take the unknown trail and hear the songs the night sings.

But all was quiet, so it must have been his fancy.

What he had to hope from that man he did not know.

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.

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I will investigate further before informing the others. Kagha will demand answers I don't yet have. I had better record any further findings in a separate volume and keep them upon my person, lest prying eyes jump to the wrong conclusions.

Whatever you brag about the most is what you lack the most. Whatever it is that you want others to know that you own the most of is what you want to possess the most.

There we found delicious fruits, and having satisfied our hunger we presently lay down to rest upon the shore. Suddenly we were aroused by a loud rustling noise, and starting up, saw that it was caused by an immense snake which was gliding towards us over the sand. So swiftly it came that it had seized one of my comrades before he had time to fly, and in spite of his cries and struggles speedily crushed the life out of him in its mighty coils and proceeded to swallow him. By this time my other companion and I were running for our lives to some place where we might hope to be safe from this new horror, and seeing a tall tree we climbed up into it, having first provided ourselves with a store of fruit off the surrounding bushes. When night came I fell asleep, but only to be awakened once more by the terrible snake, which after hissing horribly round the tree at last reared itself up against it, and finding my sleeping comrade who was perched just below me, it swallowed him also, and crawled away leaving me half dead with terror.

And I further declare and make known, that such persons of suitable condition, will be received into the armed service of the United States to garrison forts, positions, stations, and other places, and to man vessels of all sorts in said service.

Sometimes, to love someone, you gotta be a stranger.

I like hearing myself talk. It is one of my greatest pleasures.

Well, there's a bit of every artist in their work.

Try me. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. No scans. No nothing. One move and I'll destroy us all, you got that? TARDIS bang bang, Daleks boom! Good boy.

When the parties agree on the matter the magistrate shall announce it.

What are you fighting for? What do you hope to prove? And if by some stroke of Fate you prevail, what then? Do give it all some thought whilst you're out and about.

No, I hired you because you look good. It's like having a nice piece of art in the lobby.

Since you are reading this, chances are you've installed this game on your computer already. If this is true, like many others, you have just participated in bringing about the end of the world.

Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?

DON'T WRITE BACK THEY'LL PROBLY SIKOWANALIZE YOUR LETTER.

Bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

You choose to be hurt rather than to hurt others, right?

Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men, even when they exercise influence and not authority; still more when you superadd the tendency of the certainty of corruption by authority.

Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.

Well, presently dey go back; dey say, "The ants 'ave gone." ... De ants 'aven't gone. Dey try to go in - de son, 'e goes in. De ants fight.'

This is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill: the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill: you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember, all I'm offering is the truth, nothing more.

Let him please himself, it's nothing to do with me.

The prisoners had to be counted before being let out.

Boris passed them twice and each time turned away.

It is obscenely difficult - if not impossible - to make something that nobody hates. Conversely, it is incredibly easy - if not expected - to make something that nobody loves.

I don't want to die. I don't want to disappear. I hate this. I hate boys. I hate my father. And my mother. I hate everyone. Nobody cares about me. Nobody stays with me. So, I don't want to depend on anybody. But I hate it at the same time. It's a pain. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be alone!

Never give up, no matter how far behind you are, no matter how unlikely it seems you will catch your competitor in front of you. Keep pushing until the checkered flag falls. How many times have you seen the leader of a race have a mechanical problem with only a few laps to go? You will never be able to take advantage of their problems if you are not close. You have to be close to take advantage of luck.

I'm all too aware that a flightless bird has nowhere to go.

You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline.

The old man got up and gave the letter to his son.

It was worth paying to have seen me at that moment.

You can't use the fire exit because you're not made of fire.

You would run like this to me and hug me and kiss me.

This is, in part, why there is less magic in the world today. Magic is secret and secrets are magic, after all, and years upon years of teaching and sharing magic and worse. Writing it down in fancy books that get all dusty with age has lessened it, removed its power bit by bit. It was inevitable, perhaps, but not unavoidable. Everyone makes mistakes. The greatest wizard in history made the mistake of sharing his secrets. And his secrets were both magic and important, so it was a rather serious mistake.

And he told us of his life in the land of submarines.

The people with ideas have no power and the people with power have no ideas.

Perhaps I was to blame for not interesting myself more in his life.

We've known each other for many years but this is the first time you've ever come to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is Godmother to your only child. But, let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship and you were afraid to be in my debt.

I know what she said to you, you need not tell me.

Acute pyelonephritis will classically present as a triad of fever, flank pain, and nausea or vomiting, but not all symptoms have to be present.

You know, someday, weeks will go by, maybe even years, it won't even cross our minds. We'll come home and we'll talk about work. And what we want for dinner... movies. Nursery schools. It's going to be great. Yeah. Yeah, all we got to do is survive. We will. I promise.

A gluon is a type of massless elementary particle that mediates the strong interaction between quarks, acting as the exchange particle for the interaction. Gluons are massless vector bosons, thereby having a spin of 1. Through the strong interaction, gluons bind quarks into groups according to quantum chromodynamics (QCD), forming hadrons such as protons and neutrons.

Every body allows that the talent of writing agreeable letters is peculiarly female.

Most important, and also a reflection of colonialism, is that the narrative deemphasizes why language endangerment is occurring on the unprecedented scale that it is. Indeed, a common statement is that Native American languages are 'quickly disappearing,' and that 'a language dies when people stop speaking it.' Such tautologies are not helpful. Borrowing conceptually from Newton's principle that objects in motion stay in motion unless an external force acts upon them, Chikasaw linguist Jenny L. Davis observes that intergenerational transmission of languages continues over time unless an external force disrupts this process. By extension, the external forces should be the focus, yet the dominant narrative largely does not reflect this.

Temporomandibular disorder is multifactorial in etiology, requiring a multidisciplinary approach.

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A meal is something you eat. It's not something you name your kid.

You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.

So the whole war is because we can't talk to each other.

The people we love are the ones who hurt us the most, after all.

Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?

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Stalin was a typical product of his time. As he did before the revolution, he continued to follow Lenin. Part of an exclusive group of influential Soviet functionaries, Stalin was a member of the government, a member of the party's Central Committee, and a member of the top leadership. He spoke with Lenin almost daily.

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