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| 1654fff | Kliuchom ko vsem etim delam neuiazvimosti iavliaetsia chuvstvo togo, imeesh' ty vremia ili ty ne imeesh' vremeni. Kak pravilo bol'shogo pal'tsa, kogda ty chuvstvuesh' i deistvuesh' podobno bessmertnomu sushchestvu, v rasporiazhenii kotorogo vse vremia na zemle, ty ne iavliaesh'sia neuiazvimym. V eto vremia ty dolzhen povernut'sia,osmotret'sia vokrug, i togda ty poimesh', chto tvoe oshchushchenie, budto u tebia est' vremia - idiotizm. Net be.. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 91594bd | The only difference between them is that a man who sees controls his folly, while his fellow men can't. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 54435c1 | The journey by itself was sufficient; any hope of arriving at a permanent position was outside the boundaries of his knowledge. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| f5edb0d | la claridad! Esa claridad de mente, tan dificil de obtener, dispersa el miedo, pero tambien ciega. "Fuerza al hombre a no dudar nunca de si. Le da la seguridad de que puede hacer cuanto se le antoje, porque todo lo ve con claridad. Y tiene valor porque tiene claridad, y no se detiene en nada porque tiene claridad. Pero todo eso es un error; es como si viera algo claro pero incompleto. Si el hombre se rinde a esa ilusion de poder, ha sucumbi.. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 12a995c | You feel like a leaf at the mercy of the wind, don't you?" he finally said, staring at me. That was exactly the way I felt. He seemed to empathize with me. He said that my mood reminded him of a song and began to sing in a low tone; his singing voice was very pleasing and the lyrics carried me away: "I'm so far away from the sky where I was born. Immense nostalgia invades my thoughts. Now that I am so alone and sad like a leaf in the wind, .. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| ccc3f7d | The hardest thing in the world is to assume the mood of a warrior," he said. "It is of no use to be sad and complain and feel justified in doing so, believing that someone is always doing something to us. Nobody is doing anything to anybody, much less to a warrior. "You are here, with me, because you want to be here. You should have assumed full responsibility by now, so the idea that you are at the mercy of the wind would be inadmissible." | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| e423bd5 | My vsegda dolzhny brat' rovno stol'ko, skol'ko nam nuzhno. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| c414fc4 | Voin nikogda ne sdaetsia, dazhe pered litsom smerti. Voin ni u kogo ne idet na povodu; on sam po sebe i vsegda nedostupen. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| fbde49d | My takzhe vybiraem svoi puti v sootvetstvii s tem, chto my govorim sebe. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 0deda6b | Veshchi, kotorye delaiut liudi, ni pri kakikh usloviiakh ne mogut byt' bolee vazhnymi, chem mir. I, takim obrazom, voin otnositsia k miru kak k beskonechnoi taine, a k tomu, chto delaiut liudi, -- kak k beskonechnoi gluposti. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 38163c5 | I had been reared, perhaps like everyone else, to have a readiness to accept man as an essentially weak and fallible creature. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 2e3706d | The great issue with us males is our frailty," he went on. "When our awareness begins to grow, it grows like a column, right on the midpoint of our luminous being, from the ground up. That column has to reach a considerable height before we can rely on it. At this time in your life, as a sorcerer, you easily lose your grip on your new awareness. When you do that, you forget everything you have done and seen on the warrior-travelers' path be.. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| c3e7212 | Are you angry at me, don Juan?" I asked when he returned. He seemed surprised at my question. "No! I'm never angry at anybody! No human being can do anything important enough for that. You get angry at people when you feel that their acts are important. I don't feel that way any longer." | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| d42d0f0 | Do you mean Y2K? The Enron Scandal? In devastation there is opportunity, you know! | business-quotes devastation enron enron-scandal new-york new-york-stock-exchange opportunity y2k | Rebecca McNutt | |
| e788462 | how irrelevant the belief in God can be to religious experience--so irrelevant that the emotional structure of religious experiences can be transplanted to completely godless contexts with little of the impact lost--and when he had also, almost as an afterthought, included as an appendix thirty-six arguments for the existence of God, with rebuttals, his claim being that the most thorough demolition of these arguments would make little diffe.. | Rebecca Goldstein | ||
| bc9c46b | W)hat is remarkable about the Greeks--even pre-philosophically--is that despite the salience of religious rituals in their lives, when it came to the question of what it is that makes an individual human life worth living they didn't look to the immortals but rather approached the question in mortal terms. Their approaching the question of human mattering in human terms is the singularity that creates the conditions for philosophy in ancien.. | philosophy singularity | Rebecca Goldstein | |
| db44cf3 | And if the prodigious genius of Azarya Sheiner has never found the solution, then perhaps that is proof that no solution exists, that the most gifted among us is feeble in mind against the brutality of incomprehensibility that assutalts us from all sides. And so we try, as best we cn, to do justice to the tremendousness of our improbable existence. And so we live, as best we can, for ourselves, or who will live for us? And we live, as best .. | Rebecca Newberger Goldstein | ||
| 77230b2 | It has been claimed that Plato was an egalitarian; it has been claimed that he was a totalitarian. It has been claimed that he was the utopian, proposing a universal blueprint for the ideal state; it has been claimed that he was an anti-utopian, demonstrating that all political idealism is folly. It has been claimed that he was a populist, concerned with the best interests of all citizens; it has been claimed he was an elitist with disturbi.. | rationalizations | Rebecca Goldstein | |
| e4c5cb9 | s death one of those adventures from which I can't emerge as myself? The sister whose hand I am clutching in the picture is dead. I wonder every day whether she still exists . . . A person whom one has loved seems altogether too significant a thing to simply vanish altogether from the world. A person whom one loves is a world, just as one knows oneself to be a world. How can worlds like these simply cease altogether? But if my sister does e.. | Rebecca Goldstein | ||
| f9db69b | Is death one of those adventures from which I can't emerge as myself? The sister whose hand I am clutching in the picture is dead. I wonder every day whether she still exists . . . A person whom one has loved seems altogether too significant a thing to simply vanish altogether from the world. A person whom one loves is a world, just as one knows oneself to be a world. How can worlds like these simply cease altogether? But if my sister does .. | Rebecca Goldstein | ||
| c35994f | leave me. And it was a great sense of relief. The | Rebecca Goldstein | ||
| 31d5809 | It baffled me how people could resist math's gorgeousness, but people did, and people do. The fine of its purity drives them away, the purity of the fine, unmixed with the heaviness of unnecessitated being. | physics purity | Rebecca Goldstein | |
| 34f0003 | The contrast between the two, the sweetness and the badness, wrenches the heart of the lover as such sweetness on its own would not, and the lover shudders all the more at dread of the beloved's recklessness, for the sake of the sweetness that is there, and the shudder only makes more violent the shuddering that announces love (Phaedrus 251). I do not think, but for that sweetness, the friend of whom I spoke would have become impassioned as.. | Rebecca Goldstein | ||
| 79672b7 | He hadn't altogether gotten it himself until this moment of seeing straight through to the soul of her. | Rebecca Goldstein | ||
| 07bffbd | Plato conceived of philosophy as necessarily gregarious rather than solitary. The exposure of presumptions is best done in company, the more argumentative the better. This is why discussion around the table is so essential. This is why philosophy must be argumentative. It proceeds by way of arguments, and the arguments are argued over. Everything is aired in the bracing dialectic wind stirred by many clashing viewpoints. Only in this way ca.. | arguments discussion reasons | Rebecca Goldstein | |
| cc78631 | Einstein's and Godel's metaconvictions were addressed to the question of whether their respective fields are descriptions of an objective reality--existing independent of our thinking of it--or, rather, are subjective human projections, socially shared intellectual constructs. | Rebecca Goldstein | ||
| 0a6c984 | No validation of our rationality - of our very sanity - can be accomplished using our rationality itself. How can a person operating within a system of beliefs, including beliefs about beliefs, get outside that system to determine whether it is rational? If your entire system becomes infected with madness, including the very rules by which you reason, then how can you ever reason your way out of your madness? | rationality reality sanity | Rebecca Goldstein | |
| fe95583 | The religious feeling engendered by experiencing the logical comprehensibility of profound interrelations is of a somewhat different sort from the feeling that one usually calls religious. It is more a feeling of awe at the scheme that is manifest in the material universe. It does not lead us to take the step of fashioning a god-like being in our own image - a personage who makes demands of us and who takes an interest in us as individuals... | Rebecca Goldstein | ||
| 3bbca9d | How am I making you feel?" She considered the answer. "Like all my nerve endings are on fire. Like I want more, but I don't exactly know how to ask for what I want." She swallowed. "Or maybe I do." | Rebecca York | ||
| 31f4f15 | June 28, 1983 Mianus River Bridge Greenwich, Connecticut George Tesla was drunk. This wasn't new for him, but the reason was. He was going to be a father. Fifty years old, and he'd knocked up a thirty-year-old carnie. Someone careful enough to live through a trapeze act ought to be careful enough to not get pregnant. But she hadn't been. Tatiana flat-out refused to talk about abortion or adoption or any sensible solution to the problem. S.. | Rebecca Cantrell | ||
| fdb13f0 | cell phone. Hmmm...it should be about 11:00 in New York. I punch in my sister's phone number. She answers after two rings. "Chloe! How's London?" she asks enthusiastically, without even saying hello. "Oh my goodness Abby, you won't believe what happened to me," I say. I tell Abby about my embarrassing run in with Blue Mohawk and his friends. She laughs hysterically, clearly thinking the whole incident was as comical as they did. "It's so no.. | Rebecca Elise | ||
| ae9a003 | Our production manager, Rebecca, sews outfits for her cat Jack. I'm not sure why. I guess she was just sitting around one day and thought, "Fuck this shit, I'm forty and single, time Jack had a Peter Pan costume." | David Thorne | ||
| fc6e200 | Lillian converted to Puerto Rican," Gladys said, holding the letter to her chest. I looked at Gary, who sat beside her. "Lillian's skin was real light, even lighter than mom's," Gary explained. "She married a Puerto Rican somewhere in New York. Since she could pass, she disowned her blackness--converted to Puerto Rican because she didn't want to be black no more." | Rebecca Skloot | ||
| 7d15cf7 | Subway tunnels breathe. They exhale when trains come and inhale when they leave. Their concrete lungs fill with smoke and soot and rubber and the scents of a hundred ladies' perfumes. When trains aren't running, the tunnels hold their breath. They might let wisps of warm air drift into the cold night, draw in slow nips of bracing frost, but mostly they sit still, waiting for trains to bring them back to life. A thousand times a day their br.. | Rebecca Cantrell | ||
| cb623f8 | He didn't remember the very first time he actually died very well. It wasn't as bad as remediation, but he remembered being afraid and worried... and when he found himself alive again a few hours later with Mearth's wild green eyes peering down at him, he remembered still being afraid and worried. It was strange, he thought, to be afraid of being alive... but being alive was worse than being dead in his mind. | alive death fear green life memory pain suffering worry | Rebecca McNutt | |
| b30f0bc | So, um, you're from Rochester? Like, New York?" Jersey asked. "Yup, we used to live out there," Rudger confirmed, nonchalant. "You ever been?" "Naw, the closest I've ever been to there would be... well, believe it or not, New Jersey, the place where my parents named me after. It was crowded, polluted and full of crime... I loved it." | angst city crime crowd love new-jersey pollution teenagers travel urban | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 93fbd3c | Maybe a holiday miracle will change Mearth's awful behavior," Mandy suggested with optimism. "The only holiday miracle around here is that Mearth hasn't murdered us both yet," said Alecto, lighting another cigarette, his hands shaking erratically. He looked exhausted and terrified, his gray eyes soulless. "Do you know what Mearth likes, Alecto?" Mandy questioned. "Vegetables, she likes celery a lot, and lettuce," Alecto responded in a quiet.. | christmas cigarette comedy gift going-green hoiday humor lettuce miracle mother-earth murder present vegetables | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 7025e83 | He was the only one who seemed to realize that she didn't want to be left alone to her trauma and bad memories, even if she got annoyed when he inquired about her life. She hated to be all alone, a paradox considering she generally disliked people. | misanthropy post-traumatic-stress-disorder | Rebecca McNutt | |
| ffe302a | Mearth appeared angry and disappointed briefly, but then she just gazed at the ground. "...It must be horrible, feeling all alone, is it?" she asked. "Oh, not really," said Alecto, his eyes lifeless, his voice listless. "I'm going to be forgotten by someone who I can't forget, though. That will be terrible... but maybe it's better if she does forget me altogether." | forget friendship listless lonliness love memory sad sadness | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 948182b | I never said I was sad, I'm just pessimistic," said Alecto. "Expect the worst, that way you'll never be disappointed, Mandy Valems." | depressed disappointed expect friendship never pessamistic sad worst | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 8235210 | I think we ought to find something else to do," said Mandy. "But Alecto my love, you're the first person to notice my retro diner kitchen. When my parents saw it, they thought I was creating a weird art project." "I like it. It's got that let's-drown-ourselves-in-better-days type ambiance," Alecto declared, his gray eyes narrowed." | ambience art better-days cape-breton diner drowning fifties friendship funny kitchen love nostalgia nova-scotia parents pollution retro | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 4018931 | Through a large field that had turned a dead yellow after an early frost, past the multicoloured clapboard company houses and through a flurry of fabric hanging from clotheslines... after a few minutes he stopped at the edge of a high cliff, where a long time ago he'd been able to see the mine towers and orange smog from the steel mill way off in the distance, and he'd been able to stare for hours at the periwinkle-coloured ocean waves cras.. | Rebecca McNutt | ||
| 733cf38 | Look, I'm real sorry about Cheryl, I know you loved her a lot," Mandy apologized gloomily. "It's wrong that people have to keep killing off Pollution." "It's alright, I think she wants to be remediated," Alecto told her calmly, though his grief-stricken and depressed expression said more to Mandy than his words did. "You don't have to forget Cheryl, no matter what Mearth said to you," Mandy pointed out. "People shouldn't be forced to forge.. | confusion death depression fear friendship grief grief-stricken help hope lonliness loss love memory pollution remediation removal uncertainty | Rebecca McNutt | |
| ff44d29 | I used to think to myself that I was the last kind of person who should have a guardian angel, but then I realized that maybe my type of person is the kind who angels come to first. | first friends friendship guardian-angel love person type worth | Rebecca McNutt |