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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 297176d | All of life is revealed to be a pulsating symphony of interplaying energies: "The mutual dependence and interpenetration of all things is observable as one leaves duality. Oneness is central to all of" | David R. Hawkins | ||
| 25bfdf0 | love is more powerful than hatred; truth sets us free; forgiveness liberates both sides; unconditional love heals; courage empowers; and the essence of Divinity/Reality is peace. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| 7eeb437 | It is important to differentiate nonattachment from detachment. Detachment indicates withdrawal as well as negation, leading to indifference, which in itself is a defense against the fear of attachment. Progressive detachment leads to ennui, flatness, and a decrease in aliveness and the joy of existence. If followed consistently, detachment as the pathway of negation leads eventually to the Void, which is often misunderstood to represent En.. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| 7399c22 | Feelings come and go, and eventually you realize that you are not your feelings, but that the real "you" is merely witnessing them. You stop identifying with them. The "you" that is observing and is aware of what is happening always stays the same. As you become more and more aware of the changeless witness within, you begin to identify with that level of consciousness. You become progressively primarily the witness rather than the experien.. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| 4feef57 | one can let go of the egoistic illusion that spiritual progress is difficult and that one has to do it all alone. On the contrary, illusions of lack disappear and powerful energies now help to sustain one's progress, which is now accompanied by the pleasure of increased self-esteem, and the world magically begins to appear to be a friendly and helpful place. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| 3071ea5 | so Enki tells Atrahasis to build a boat, instructing him about | Karen Armstrong | ||
| f93e4a4 | Sherwood, Franklin Roosevelt's speechwriter and biographer, wrote that although Churchill's "consumption of alcohol... continued at quite regular intervals through most of his waking hours," it did so "without visible effect on his health or mental processes. Anyone who suggested he became befuddled with drink obviously never had to become involved in an argument with him on some factual problem late at night...." Churchill's drinking habit.. | William Manchester | ||
| 50cb9bd | The Jap," as MacArthur called the enemy--nearly everyone else called Japanese "Nips," short for "Dai Nippon," the" -- | William Manchester | ||
| e59c227 | If I knew what was true, I'd be willing to sweat and strive for it, and maybe even to die for it to the tune of bugle blasts. But so far, I have not found it, | William Manchester | ||
| 93155ed | Some 4,887 miles to the east of him, north of the | William Manchester | ||
| a5b0890 | The key to successful extramarital sex, therefore, was discretion. Mrs. Patrick Campbell, perhaps the most outspoken woman in polite society, said dryly: "It doesn't matter what you do in the bedroom, as long as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses."43" | William Manchester | ||
| de89b8e | It was Churchill who called John Foster Dulles "the only bull who brings his own china shop with him," and who coined the progression, "dull, duller, Dulles." | William Manchester | ||
| bb1c67e | oceanography, meteorology, and upper-atmosphere physics, | William Manchester | ||
| 10d037d | Byron wrote his shortest and most eloquent poem as a testament to a titled woman who had taken leave of her husband for a nine-month romp with him: Caroline Lamb, Goddamn. | William Manchester | ||
| 910767f | Of an MP who strung together phrases of jargon, Churchill said, "He can best be described as one of those orators who, before they get up, do not know what they're going to say; when they are speaking, do not know what they are saying; and when they have sat down, do not know what they have said." | william manchester | ||
| 00c0285 | bouffant coiffures. | William R. Manchester | ||
| dc2be9e | I like to live in the past. I don't think people are going to get much fun in the future | William Manchester | ||
| ff98ca1 | outline his frontier demands, Stalin | William R. Manchester | ||
| f9f048f | the essence of American journalism is vulgarity divested of truth. | William Manchester | ||
| 4246a43 | He believed that of all languages English was was incomparably superior. On his tongue it was. | William Manchester | ||
| bdc6e4d | Mussolini, completely misreading the situation, | William R. Manchester | ||
| 984d0e4 | councils of war breed timidity and defeatism. | William Manchester | ||
| 2dbbe20 | There are two approaches to the study of macroscopic physics. Historically the oldest approach, developed mainly in the first half of the 19th century by such men as Carnot, Clausius, William Thomson (the later Lord Kelvin), Robert Mayer and Joule, is that of classical thermodynamics. | Franz Mandl | ||
| f4b88cd | There are two approaches to the study of macroscopic physics. Historically the oldest approach, developed mainly in the first half of the 19th century by such men as Carnot, Clausius, William Thomson (the later Lord Kelvin), Robert Mayer and Joule, is that of classical thermodynamics. This is based on a small number of basic principles--the laws of thermodynamics--which are deductions from and generalizations of a large body of experiments .. | Franz Mandl | ||
| 54ab778 | Yes, the moon elf was very different. But so were arrow and bow, and yet they worked together to become more than what either might be alone. | Elaine Cunningham | ||
| 8a076df | What of your vows of vengeance?" "I'm not adding you to the list, if that's what you're wondering. It's over. I know what I am." | Elaine Cunningham | ||
| db3965c | Ooh, similar political opinions! How hot was that? To Gwen's way of thinking, this relationship was sounding about as interesting as fettuccine without Alfredo. | Elaine Cunningham | ||
| e1c429d | Her pinkie took matters into its own, er, pinkie, and moved oh-so-slightly, grazing his skin. His pinkie, judging by the shape and texture. Blood rushed and pounded through her veins, flushing her skin. This could not, in any way, be explained as an accidental touch. But he could feign sleep if he wasn't interested. Did she want him to do that? What was she doing? She commanded her pinkie to drop, and thankfully, it obeyed. A jolt shot .. | medieval-romance time-travel-romance knight wales | Angela Quarles | |
| 98c3141 | He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he'd seen the humor in life? And now, of all places, in an enemy camp, with a strange woman who made him burn. Burn with desire. Burn with need. A desire and need not only for her and her body, but for something he couldn't quite name. | medieval-romance time-travel-romance norman knight wales | Angela Quarles | |
| 2f6a82c | Freika said, and twisted his head around between his hind legs. Jane eyed him as he went to work. "You know, if you're smart enough for sarcasm, you're smart enough to know it's rude to lick your own genitals." The wolf looked up. "You're just jealous." She opened her mouth to deny it, then stopped. "Well, yeah." | Angela Knight | ||
| ed958fa | Here before you lies the memorial to St. Cefnogwr, though he is not buried here, of course." At her words, an uncanny knowing flushed through Katy and, crazy-of-crazy, transfixed her. "Why? Where is he?" Traci stepped forward, hand on her hip. A you're-right-on-cue look crossed the guide's face. She pointed to the ceiling. Traci scoffed. "I meant, where's the body?" Her American southern accent lent a strange contrast to her skepticism. Aga.. | outlander time-travel-medieval-romance | Angela Quarles | |
| c88d63e | That woman needs to get laid and pronto." "Are you offering, Morel?" "Are you kidding? I wouldn't let my snake out anywhere near that woman's swamp." Desi" | Angela Henry | ||
| d4f6210 | Shotgun," I said. Agent Knight--Roman--froze and glanced across the yard. "Where?" I stopped too and blinked at him. "It's an expression. For the front passenger seat. You know, calling shotgun?" | Angela Roquet | ||
| e59944f | His warm breath, smelling of clean spice, stroked her cheek and ear. A thrilling shiver coursed over her, the wound on her arm only a minor sting. Then his lips--those full, sensuous lips--grazed her jaw and the soft spot behind her ear, the hairs of his beard brushing her sensitive skin. Her shivers locked her muscles tight. A bolt of tantalizing heat shot down her center. He leveraged closer, all that warrior brawn pressing hard against .. | medieval-knight medieval-romance wales | Angela Quarles | |
| d2b5478 | She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. "How can you be so calm?" He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. "Come with me." "For what?" "That's part of the lesson." Was it her imagination, or did a twinkle of humor stir in those eyes? "Center yourself, and grab onto the here and now." That made no sense--what was he now, Sir Medieval Zen Master? But .. | medieval-romance time-travel-romance norman knight welsh historical-romance | Angela Quarles | |
| dea3b66 | She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. "You may, er, wrap your arms around me if that will make you feel I am safer." He chuckled--a hoarse chuckle, rusty, but a chuckle nonetheless. She'd take it. "May I indeed?" He lay beside her and pulled her back against him, settling her head on his arm, bunching the other hide up to use as a pillow. "If I mu.. | knightly-romance medieval-romance time-travel-romance norman knight wales welsh | Angela Quarles | |
| 6acc447 | She needed a distraction. "Was that your mother?" The splashing stopped. "Are you going to converse while I bathe?" "Why not?" "Feels rather unseemly." She laughed, picturing him sitting there, shocked and indignant. "We're supposed to be married, right?" "You have a point, however I would rather not discuss her right now." "I think you're evading me." "Mayhap. Is it working?" | medieval-romance romance-with-a-knight time-travel-romance norman wales welsh historical-romance | Angela Quarles | |
| 9ce2beb | breath, trying to make sense of the story. I dealt with criminal law all the time but you still had to hear the person out, listen to all of the facts, and then assess the situation yourself while trying to find the truth. "First," | Angela Knight | ||
| c0810cd | The psychologist Jerome Kagan has argued that parenting has a threshold function: up until that threshold is crossed, the effects of a child's very early experience even out in the end. But parenting that crosses the threshold--abuse, stress, utter indifference--can sink in deep, especially if the baby remains in that environment. There's a lot to be said for this perspective on parenthood, not least that it offers well-meaning parents some.. | infancy resiliency | Nicholas Day | |
| 1249533 | But every once in a while, I could be normal. I could be the way other people are all the time. I could be nice. Once in a while. | Micol Ostow | ||
| f5c08a6 | I thought then that Amity was already all mine. I didn't realise it was actually the other way around. | Micol Ostow | ||
| cca439c | There's probably a fancy doctor's term for it, some chemical misfires in my brain that make me who I am. But, plainly put, it's this: I am evil. And I don't mind at all. | Micol Ostow | ||
| 9520d55 | But the gun was here. Cold, solid steel against my palm. I wrapped one finger around the trigger. And smiled. | Micol Ostow | ||
| 1f12a41 | Amity's inhuman. More than human. And she's inside of me. I'm inhuman right now, too. | Micol Ostow |