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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e899b75 | Isn't it amazing how easily you can cheat yourself out of the right choices by convincing yourself that you "deserve" the wrong ones? It's highly illogical when you think about it. You deserve a better life, you deserve better health, and you deserve to lose weight." | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| 193b6e1 | Life experiences, mental illness, drugs, greed, environment, and poor role-modeling can all forge damaged people and can generate a darkness, an exploitiveness, in the way they approach life. Whatever their genesis, there are people in your life (and mine) who will hurt you if you let them. | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| a97ae7b | My Commitment Contract I, ______________________________ (your name), commit to follow the steps and timeline I have laid out in order to achieve my realistic weight loss goals. Just as in life, this diet is not going to be a success-only journey. Therefore, if I deviate along the way, I promise not to beat myself up or use it as an excuse to fail. Instead, I will get right back on track. I promise not to make excuses or to sabotage myself .. | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| a81e449 | I ask you to go back and read them over again, and this time answer them keeping in mind that you are writing your children's future with your answers. | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| 718d421 | Foods with Potential Thermogenic Properties Coconut oil Olive oil Green tea Walnuts Mustard (yellow or Dijon) Foods That Stick to Your Ribs Almonds Raisins Apples Yogurt (nonfat) Chickpeas Eggs Dried plums (prunes) Cod Greens (any kind of leafy greens) Rye Lentils Tofu Peanut butter (natural) Whey protein Pistachios (roasted, unsalted, in the shell) | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| ced2d3d | Hungry people are eventually going to eat, and eat with a vengeance! | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| 5e5d638 | Self-acceptance was the foundation of the happiest time in your life and it was the engine that powered the train. | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| 2c3ef4f | We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| a2e2059 | They just won't listen," and" -- | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| ba6e55f | In the meantime, let's agree that what makes a problem big is simply that it's yours. | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| 4ba5b7d | HUMMUS AND CRUNCHY CARROTS In a blender or food processor, puree 1/2 cup chickpeas, 2 teaspoons extra-virgin olive oil, 1/2 teaspoon minced garlic, and 1 tablespoon lemon juice. Serve hummus with 1 cup raw baby carrots and 2 rye crisps. | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| 18b0df4 | You must learn that you do not have to be angry just because you have the right to be. | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| f231739 | How often, for example, have you said or heard someone else say, "All I really want in this life is to be happy"? It sounds like a commonsense answer, but as a life goal, it is destined for failure. My dog, Barkley, wants to be happy. Does that mean that the two of you want the same things? I don't think so. I'll bet everything I own that you and Barkley define happiness very differently. So unless you're willing to settle for someone scrat.. | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| 0406659 | Here they are: Power Proteins Super Starches Chicken breast Oats Tuna (chunk light, canned in water) Brown rice Black beans Corn Prime Produce--Veggies Fit Fats Carrots Avocado Tomatoes Sunflower seeds Mushrooms Cashews Prime Produce-Fruits Blueberries Oranges Grapes | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| e1062dd | Now ask yourself if you're really going to spend the rest of your life on one of those ridiculous diets. The honest answer is, no, you won't. So, that means you might lose weight while you're on it, but you'll probably gain it back when you're off it because you haven't made any real lifestyle changes. | Phillip C. McGraw | ||
| 4d46984 | Only their efforts to make him talk failed. he would say one word at a time, if pressed, but seemed happier not to and could not be made to repeat a whole line. Gradually, as his family learnt how to anticipate his few needs and how to respond, they ceased to notice his silence -his manner of communication seemed full and rich enough to them: he no more needed to converse than Aunt Mira's cat did. | silence silence-communication silence-speaks | Anita Desai | |
| dd7546a | There was no one to whom he could explain that in order to survive he needed to be at altitude, a Himalayan altitude, so he might breathe. | Anita Desai | ||
| 1455a74 | Although it was shadowy and dark, Bim could see as well as by the clear light of day that she felt only love and yearning for them all, and if there were hurts, these gashes and wounds in her side that bled, then it was only because her love was imperfect and did not encompass them thoroughly enough, and because it had flaws and inadequacies and did not extend to all equally. ... All these would have to be mended, these rents and tears, and.. | love | Anita Desai | |
| 22c3529 | With her inner eye she saw how her own house and its particular history linked and contained her as well as her whole family with all their separate histories and experiences -- not binding them within some dead and airless cell but giving them the soil in which to send down their roots, and food to make them grow and spread, reach out to new experiences and new lives, but always drawing from the same soil, the same secret darkness. That so.. | Anita Desai | ||
| 059701c | hoarse | Anita Desai | ||
| 233ed6c | Old Delhi does not change. It only decays. My students tell me it is a great cemetery, every house a tomb. Nothing but sleeping graves. Now [i]New[/i] Delhi, they say is different. That is where things happen. The way they describe it, it sounds like a nest of fleas. So much happens there, it must be a jumping place. I never go. Baba never goes. And here, here nothing happens at all. | old-delhi | Anita Desai | |
| bb26b11 | Old Delhi does not change. It only decays. My students tell me it is a great cemetery, every house a tomb. Nothing but sleeping graves. Now Delhi, they say is different. That is where things happen. The way they describe it, it sounds like a nest of fleas. So much happens there, it must be a jumping place. I never go. Baba never goes. And here, here nothing happens at all. | new-delhi | Anita Desai | |
| 9216808 | She felt she had followed him enough, it had been such an enormous strain, always pushing against her grain, it had drained her of too much strength, now she could only collapse, inevitably collapse. | Anita Desai | ||
| 55b2453 | she used to say she would drown herself in but because she didn't, because she died, after all, in bed, I felt she was still trying to get there. A person needs to choose his death. | Anita Desai | ||
| df773b2 | That was the way life was: it lay so quiet, so still that you put your fingers out to touch it, to stroke it. Then it leapt up and struck you full in the face so that you spun about and spun about, gasping. The flames leapt up all around, rising by inches every minute, rising in rings. | trauma | Anita Desai | |
| de1a58e | Yet for a long time Bim continued to see her, was certain that she saw her: the shrunken little body naked, trailing a torn shred of nightie, a wisp of pubic hair, as she slipped surreptitiously along the hedge, head bent low as if she hoped no one would notice her as she hurried toward the well. Bim would catch her breath and shut her eyes before opening them again to stare wildly at the hedge and find only the tassels of the malaviscus da.. | Anita Desai | ||
| 5ba3aea | Only their efforts to make him talk failed. He would say one word at a time, if pressed, but seemed happier not to and could not be made to repeat a whole line. Gradually, as his family learnt how to anticipate his few needs and how to respond, they ceased to notice his silence--his manner of communication seemed full and rich enough to them: he no more needed to converse than Aunt Mira's cat did. | silence | Anita Desai | |
| f111243 | The well then contained death as it once contained merely water, frogs and harmless floating things. The horror of that death by drowning lived in the area behind the carvanda hedge like a mad relation, a family scandal or a hereditary illness waiting to re-emerge. It was a blot, a black and stinking blot. | Anita Desai | ||
| 41643a6 | Soon they grew tall, soon they grew strong. They wrapped themselves around her, smothering her in leaves and flowers. She laughed at the profusion, the beauty of this little grove that was the whole forest to her, the whole world. If they choked her, if they sucked her dry of substance, she would give in without any sacrifice of will -- it seemed in keeping with nature to do so. In the end they would swarm over her, reach up above her, towe.. | aunt-mira mira-masi | Anita Desai | |
| 30964ec | Everything in the house turned damp; the blue fur of mildew crept furtively over any object left standing for the briefest length of time: shoes, bags, boxes, it consumed them all. The sheets on the bed were clammy when he got between them at night, and the darkness rang with the strident cacophony of the big tree crickets that had been waiting for this, their season. | Anita Desai | ||
| aa24446 | It was not spite or retaliation that made Tara abandon Bim -- it was the spider fear that lurked at the center of the web-world for Tara. Yet she did abandon Bim, it was true that she did. | Anita Desai | ||
| 68a60ff | Her drawing room that morning was much like any comfortable, slightly formal drawing room to be found in country houses throughout England: the paintings, hung on pale yellow walls, were better; the furniture, chintz-covered; the flowers, natural garden bouquets. It was charming. And so was she, as she swooped in from a room beyond. I had never seen pictures of her without any makeup, with just-washed hair and dressed in jeans and a white T.. | Larry King | ||
| 94a88e5 | Resentment is trying to change something that is just what it is. When we can't change it, we resent it. | Paul Burrell | ||
| d21e68d | It was 11 a.m. on one of those hot humid days of her last summer when I arrived at apartments 8 and 9 in Kensington Palace, where the Princess lived. The front door was open so I walked straight in. It took a few minutes before I found her butler, Paul Burrell, who apologized for not greeting me, and showed me to the loo. The walls were hung with cartoons depicting various events in Diana's life (including one of a huge pile of horse dung, .. | Larry King | ||
| 2ace719 | Huguenot party, as the French Protestants were called. The majority of the Parisian populace loathed and feared the Huguenots. Huguenots attacked Catholic churches, destroying precious relics and statues that they claimed were evidence of idolatry; they refused to attend Mass and worked openly to abolish sacred ceremonial processions. | Nancy Goldstone | ||
| e7edde8 | ominous murmur ran through the legion of onlookers, who had heretofore maintained an uncharacteristic silence. Their resentment was palpable. Five days later Coligny was assassinated, and the streets of Paris ran with blood as the entire Huguenot wedding party was hunted down and slaughtered in one of the most infamous episodes in French history, known today as the Saint Bartholomew's Day Massacre. But this horrific mass murder, which claim.. | Nancy Goldstone | ||
| bdbfe1c | He rode into Vassy on March 1, 1562, accompanied by an entourage of two hundred armed knights and found the local Huguenot congregation, numbering some five or six hundred people, including many women and children, conducting its Sunday morning meeting not outside the city walls, as was specified in the Edict of Toleration, but right in town--and, worse, on his property in one of his very own buildings, which they had appropriated without h.. | Nancy Goldstone | ||
| 1d12f27 | Parisians had no doubt that, should the Huguenots succeed in seizing power in France, as it was obvious they were trying to do, the Catholic population would be either forced to convert or suffer annihilation. But | Nancy Goldstone | ||
| 2017e6b | She died early in the morning of February 13, 1662, at the age of sixty-five, one day shy of what would have been her forty-ninth wedding anniversary. | Nancy Goldstone | ||
| a5fe6ed | Men commit injuries either through fear or through hate. | Nancy Goldstone | ||
| e7ea80e | Thus it is ever in Courts," she observed bitterly. "Adversity is solitary, while prosperity dwells in a crowd." | Nancy Goldstone | ||
| 91b6e1b | In twenty cities, or about that number, the godly [Huguenots] have been slaughtered by raging mobs," Calvin noted grimly to his chief disciple, Theodore Beza, in a letter written in May 1561. In Provence, enraged Protestants ransacked Catholic churches and destroyed relics in retaliation." | Nancy Goldstone | ||
| 7d4c1a9 | The day on which he [Epernon] arrives, and so long as he remains, I shall dress myself in garments which I shall never wear again: those of dissimulation and hypocrisy, | Nancy Goldstone | ||
| 92e48f1 | Fortresses may or may not be useful according to the times; if they do good in one way, they do harm in another. | Nancy Goldstone |