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Life’s Events In Focus

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“Това е едва началото, за да постигнеш каквото и да било в живота. Природната дарба е като силата на един атлет. Човек може да се роди с повече или по-малко способности, но все пак никой не става атлет само защото се е родил висок, силен или бърз. Трудът, опитът и техниката - те са тези, които създават атлета или човека на изкуството. Уменията, с които идваш на бял свят, са просто боеприпаси. За да постигнеш нещо с тях, е нужно да превърнеш ума си в точно оръдие.”

“La mayoría de los mortales nunca llegamos a conocer nuestro verdadero destino; simplemente somos atropellados por él. Para cuando levantamos la cabeza y lo vamos alejarse por la carretera ya es tarde, y el resto del camino lo tenemos que hacer por la cuneta de aquello que los soñadores llaman madurez. La esperanza no es más que la fe de que ese momento no haya llegado todavía, de que acertemos ver nuestro verdadero destino cuando se acerque y podamos saltar a bordo antes de que la oportunidad de ser nosotros mismos se desvanezca para siempre y nos condene a vivir de vacío, añorando lo que debió ser y nunca fue.”

“Aster had come to trust the diviner implicitly. The lessons had burned such an indelible mark in her memory that she could recount, with the utmost ease, all twenty-three creatures that had fallen from the grace of God, and the nine ethnic groups that the Almighty had meant to be slaves. She accepted that one shall not kill one's neighbor, unless it is to encourage others to do the same; one shall not steal, unless one can prove oneself lord-designate; and one shall show deference to an elder, unless it is decidedly evident that the elder is from one of the nine fallen ethnic groups.”

“I glance over to see a strangely familiar figure standing nearby, nodding toward me in the dim light of the evening. They appear to be a giant blue bird with a massive red circle around them, along with a diagonal line slashed across the middle. "Do I know you?" I question as the strange manifestation steps forward. Suddenly, I snap my fingers with recognition. "You're Tromp's Twitter ban!" I blurt. "That's where I've seen you before!" The giant bird shakes his head. "I'm afraid not. This time around I'm your Twitter ban.”