M Quotes
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“Mavi inatçıdır, aynı bahar gibi.
İkisi de dövüşerek gelir ve gider…”
Source: Ekmek ve Zeytin
“Mavis' bear sailed through the air in Cassie's room, falling onto the bed. 'What's he in aid of?' 'He's reconnaissance expert. He wouldn't hear of me enterin' potential hostile ground without testin' for fire. Has his sacrifice been in vain?”
“Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala," I say with an affected bow.”
Source: The Sweet Far Thing
“Mawazo ya kukata tamaa yanaweza kusababisha tukamtengeneza au kumbuni tena Mungu kwa mfano wetu sisi wenyewe, mfano ambao kwa kawaida ni tofauti kabisa na mfano unaozungumzwa ndani ya Biblia. Hivyo tunaishia kutumikia mfano badala ya kumtumikia Mungu wa kweli.”
“Mawdryn stared at the Brigadier with such a look of pain and longing. For a moment the old soldier's mind went back thirty-five years to his first taste of action as a young lieutenant in Palestine, with his platoon badly shot up by terrorists, and he remembered the mangled conscript who screamed at the officer to take his rifle and kill him.”
Source: Doctor Who: Mawdryn Undead
“Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam. The dweam of wuv wapped wiffin the gweater dweam of everwasting west. Eternity is our fwiend, wemember that, and wuv wiw fowwow you fowever.”
Source: The Princess Bride
“Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.”
“Max - "...Do me a favor, if the constable comes knocking, tell him I was here all morning, will you?" Dodsley - "Killed someone again, did we?" Max- "Never before luncheon, Dodsley. It's still early yet.”
“Max - you have a bigger mission than finding the flock's parents. Focus on helping the whole world, not just your friends. I held my wings steady, coasting for a long, long way on a warm updraft. It was like floating on a cloud, the best feeling you can imagine. I wish you could try it with me. Maybe next time. You know, Voice, I thought finally, my friends are my world.”
“Max 8 crash, Max 8 crash and Max 9 explosive decompression. Which Max is next?”
“Max [Landis] writes in quite a heightened way, specifically for Dirk. There's a rhythm and a specific speed to it, and it was very easy to learn because it was so well-written. It just rolled off the tongue. There aren't many auditions that I go for, where I feel like I could actually do the part. But with this one, even though I was not quite sure how to pin Dirk down, I thought I could do it.”
“Max Allan Collins blends fact and fiction like no other writer.”
“Max always mumbles; not in a shy way, but rather as if he's telling you what it will cost to take out your worst enemy, or how much you'd have to pay to rig a horse race.”
Source: The End Of Mr. Y
“Max and my mother were enemies at war over a miniscule territory.”
Source: Pink Slime
“Max Askeli was a very courageous, principled man up to a point. He had left Italy before he was thrown in jail by [Francesco] Mussolini.”
“Max cuffed his brother good-naturedly on the ear as River slid in past him and bent to kiss Sophia on the cheek. “Hello, are you sure you’re with the right brother?” Sophia had never had a younger sibling. But this man with his laughing eyes and bright smile... “Are you making me an offer?”
Source: Bonds of Justice
“Max emerged soaking wet, and blinking, and there was a crown of coral on his head. It was, Daisy thought, the most beautiful and wild object she’d ever seen – the colour of a sunset, sharp around its edges, and set with rough pearls that seemed to shift colour with the sea, from blue to green to white.”
Source: The City Beyond the Sea
“Max era uma incógnita para mim. Às vezes, como naquele momento, me tocava sem que eu precisasse recorrer a subterfúgios. Em outras, dava mais trabalho que cabelo alisado com chapinha em dia de chuva.”
Source: Procura-se um marido
“Max." Fang let go of my hand. "Right now, it's really all about—us."
He swooped down to the right in a big semicircle, ending facing me. Slowly we climbed upward, until we were almost vertical, flying straight up to the sun.
While carefully synchronizing our wings—they almost touched—Fang leaned in, gently put one hand behind my neck, and kissed me. It was just about as close to heaven as I'll ever get, I guess. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of flying and kissing and being with the one person in the world I completely,
utterly trusted.
When we finally broke apart, we looked down at the others, who were way far below us now. Angel was shading her eyes, looking up at us with a big smile. She was sitting on a dolphin's back, and I hoped soon someone would explain to the dolphin that he shouldn't let Angel take advantage of his good nature.
Still looking up at us, Angel gave us a big thumbs-up.
"She approves," Fang said with a hint of amusement.
"Jeez," I wondered aloud. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Source: Max
“Max.
God, but she was stubborn. And tough. And closed in. Closed off. Except when
she was holding Angel, or ruffling the Gasman’s hair, or pushing something
closer to Iggy’s hand so he could find it easily without knowing anyone had
helped him. Or when she was trying to untangle Nudge’s mane of hair.
Or-sometimes-when she was looking at Fang.
He shifted on the hard ground, a half-dozen flashes of memory cycling
through his brain. Max looking at him and laughing. Max leaping off a cliff,
snapping out her wings, flying off, so incredibly powerful and graceful that
it took his breath away.
Max punching someone’s lights out, her face like stone.
Max kissing that weiner Sam on Anne’s front porch.
Gritting his teeth, Fang rolled onto his side.
Max kissing him on the beach, after Ari had kicked Fang’s butt.
Just now, her mouth soft under his.
He wished she were here, if not next to him, then somewhere in the cave, so
he could hear her breathing.
It was going to be hard to sleep without that tonight.”
Source: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports
“Max had no patience with the Judeo-Christian concept of a consistent, judicious, grandfatherly deity. Give him fickle universe rampant with mischievous demons and self-indulgent demigods - all the good evidence pointed to such a model.”
Source: White Palace
“Max had once read in one of his father's books that some childhood images become engraved in the mind like photographs, like scenes you can return to again and again and will always remember, no matter how much time goes by.”
Source: The Prince Of Mist
“Max had to think about these new developments. He hadn't liked getting hit by a rock--his stomach still ached from then rock Judith had thrown--but then again, when his team had used rocks on Alexander, it had caused him to surrender. Now the Bad Guys only had three soldiers left, which would make victory for Max's team more likely. So now it made perfect sense. He was wrong to ban rocks, or even animals. The key was to use all the weapons at one's disposal, but to just make sure you won when you used them.”
Source: The Wild Things
“Max Hartshorn, Artem Kaznatcheev and Thomas Shultz (2013)
The Evolutionary Dominance of Ethnocentric Cooperation
Journal of Artificial Societies and Social Simulation 16 (3) 7
Abstract
Recent agent-based computer simulations suggest that ethnocentrism, often thought to rely on complex social cognition and learning, may have arisen through biological evolution. From a random start, ethnocentric strategies dominate other possible strategies (selfish, traitorous, and humanitarian) based on cooperation or non-cooperation with in-group and out-group agents. Here we show that ethnocentrism eventually overcomes its closest competitor, humanitarianism, by exploiting humanitarian cooperation across group boundaries as world population saturates. Selfish and traitorous strategies are self-limiting because such agents do not cooperate with agents sharing the same genes. Traitorous strategies fare even worse than selfish ones because traitors are exploited by ethnocentrics across group boundaries in the same manner as humanitarians are, via unreciprocated cooperation.”
“Max Hartshorn, Artem Kaznatcheev and Thomas Shultz (2013)
The Evolutionary Dominance of Ethnocentric Cooperation
Journal of Artificial Societies and Social Simulation 16 (3) 7
Abstract
Recent agent-based computer simulations suggest that ethnocentrism, often thought to rely on complex social cognition and learning, may have arisen through biological evolution. From a random start, ethnocentric strategies dominate other possible strategies (selfish, traitorous, and humanitarian) based on cooperation or non-cooperation with in-group and out-group agents. Here we show that ethnocentrism eventually overcomes its closest competitor, humanitarianism, by exploiting humanitarian cooperation across group boundaries as world population saturates. Selfish and traitorous strategies are self-limiting because such agents do not cooperate with agents sharing the same genes. Traitorous strategies fare even worse than selfish ones because traitors are exploited by ethnocentrics across group boundaries in the same manner as humanitarians are, via unreciprocated cooperation. By tracking evolution across time, we find individual differences between evolving worlds in terms of early humanitarian competition with ethnocentrism, including early stages of humanitarian dominance. Our evidence indicates that such variation, in terms of differences between humanitarian and ethnocentric agents, is normally distributed and due to early, rather than later, stochastic differences in immigrant strategies.”
“Max?' he asked.
'Yeah?'
'...What are you doing?'
'Shooting people.”
Source: Infected Connection
“Max.”
It was a sharp whisper to reinstate the silence and Max did not know what kind of
acerbic retort waited on the other side of his stilted pause. Kevin had never snapped at
him before, but there was a part of him that thought it would happen today.
His brother turned to face him, his deep blue eyes lined with tears and burning with
anguish. “You’re my brother,” he said, his voice low and unsteady. “You already
know how I feel…and I know how you feel…so there’s no need to talk about this.
And if you mention his name again, I’m gonna ask you leave.”
Max nodded. That wasn’t the verbal lashing he was expecting but it made him
understand his role in the situation. Kevin hadn’t played video games all day for the
entertainment. He had done it for the distraction. And he hadn’t allowed Max to sit in
his room for so long because he intended to open up. He had kept Max there because
he wanted the silent comfort, the pillar of strength only a brother could provide. - Kevin to Max”
“Max Kozloff said to me one day, ‘You’re not really a photographer. You do photography, but you do it for your own purposes – your purposes are not the same as others’. I’m not quite sure what he meant, but I like that. I like the way he put it.”
“Max le cogió la mano y aunque ella solo se hallaba a un metro de distancia parecía estar en un mundo completamente distinto. Max comprendió que la gente mayor tenía heridas que no se veían.”
Source: De truc
“Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.”
“Max looked around. "Where's your mutt?"
"Right here, asleep. He won't bite you again. I've talked to him about it, and he's really sorry”
“Max Lucado says that 'A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd.' That is true and a man who wants to find out the truth must also do the same thing!”
“Max Planck once remarked that new scientific truths don’t replace old ones by convincing established scientists that they were wrong; they do so because proponents of the older theory eventually die, and generations that follow find the new truths and theories to be familiar, obvious even. We are optimists. We like to think it will not take that long.
In fact, we have already taken a first step. We can see more clearly now what is going on when, for example, a study that is rigorous in every other respect begins from the unexamined assumption that there was some ‘original’ form of human society; that its nature was fundamentally good or evil; that a time before inequality and political awareness existed; that something happened to change all this; that ‘civilization’ and ‘complexity’ always come at the price of human freedoms; that participatory democracy is natural in small groups but cannot possibly scale up to anything like a city or a nation state.
We know, now, that we are in the presence of myths.”
Source: The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity
“Max raised the mallet. He stared into her face and wished he could say he was sorry, that he didn't want to do it. When he slammed the mallet down, with an echoing bang, he heard a high, piercing scream and almost screamed himself, believing for an instant it was her, still somehow alive; then realized it was Rudy. Max was powerfully built, with his, deep water-buffalo chest and Dutch farmer's shoulders. With the first blow he had driven the stake over two-thirds of the way in. He only needed to bring the mallet down once more. The blood that squelched up around the wood was cold and had a sticky, viscous consistency.
Max swayed, his head light. His father took his arm.
'Goot,' Abraham whispered into his ear, his arms around him, squeezing him so tightly his ribs creaked. Max felt a little thrill of pleasure - an automatic reaction to the intense, unmistakable affection of his father's embrace - and was sickened by it. 'To do offense to the house of the human spirit, even after its tenant depart, is no easy thing, I know.'
("Abraham's Boys")”
Source: 20th Century Ghosts
“Max Rose: Vo? What kind of name is that? Spader: What kind of name is Rose? Isn't that some kind of flower?”
“Max's back crept. He was going where he wanted to go. It was odd, but the sensation of realized ambitions was not unlike the sensation of fear; he felt the floor flowing under him like water.”
Source: White Palace
“Max’s childhood had been full of abuse and constant training since his father had been grooming him to take over as boss of the Melbourne Bratva from a young age. Max could shoot the wings off a fly from a hundred feet away. He was a black belt in several martial arts including Krav Maga and if his father knew what he’d done to his business he would have come back from the grave to haunt him and kill him.”
Source: Bratva Connection: Maxim
“Max's laugh was like a dragnet; it picked up every living laugh within the vicinity and shined a light on it, intensified it, pitched it higher. It was a dare--he dared you not to laugh with him. He dared you to despair. He dared you to insist that there was no dawn, that all there was was darkness, that there was no silver lining, that the heart didn't grow fonder by absence. He dared you to believe you were going to die--when you at that moment knew, just as he did, that you were immortal, you were among the gods.”
Source: Sex and Rage
“Max saw Lilly and James in ‘Momentum delictum flagrante maximum’ . Lilly’s legs were splayed apart with her feet pointing to the ceiling.”
Source: Maximus: His sexperiences and sexventures
“Max" Shauna greeted him, her voice a contented purr than she looked at me and her eyes grew cold. "Nina."
"She bitch from hell" I replied, Bitsy's head shot around and she looked at me with wide eyes, her fear had disappears, delighted astonishment in its place while Max grunted his amusement.”
Source: The Gamble
“Max sucked at his water bottle again, the water sloshing around his throat. Pip would have liked to take that fucking water bottle and smash it into his face. If there was to be blood on her hands, it should be his.”
Source: As Good As Dead
“Max waited until Barry went into the back office before tapping the aquarium tank and agitating the fish.
"...here's the truth, Hildy. None of us guys is good enough for you --especially not Neanderbob. You deserve someone who's kind and creative and super hot."
"And straight."
"Yeah, that too. Now shut up for a while and watch. We could all learn something from tropical fish. They're utterly useless and yet content."
"Be still and find your inner guppy."
"Yeah, basically.”
“Max was fascinated by the woman and more than a little curious about what she might be up to. Sarah Johnson had come from a two-parent, affluent home with a squeaky-clean past. She'd been the golden girl, high school cheerleader, valedictorian and had apparently glided through college without making a ripple, coming out with a bachelor of arts degree in literature. She'd married well, had six children and then one winter night, for some unknown reason, she'd driven her car into the Yellowstone River. Her body was never found. Because there were no skid marks on the highway, it had looked like a suicide. Foul play had never been suspected.
That was twenty-two years ago. Now she was back - with no memory of those years or why she'd apparently tried to take her own life.
Max wanted this story more than he wanted a hot cup of coffee this morning.”
Source: Lucky Shot
“Max was gloating about his relationship with Sage," Nick said, closing the door. "Says he's taking her out dancing. He also mentioned he planned on marrying her, but he doesn't want Nicki as part of the deal." Nick frowned. "I just don't understand why Sage would be into a guy like Max, but apparently she is.”
“Max was looking scrambled and nauseous and Will was practically holding Max up as they walked. “Dude, I get why they call it the green thing now, it’s the color of your face,” Trent said as he too, helped Max to sit down.
Max shrugged “Go on the roller coaster they tell me. It’ll be fun they tell me.”
Source: Shifting Shadows
“Max Weber traces the origins of modern capitalism to certain Calvinists who, disregarding the parable of the camel and the eye of the needle, preach the doctrine of the just rewards of work. Yet the concept of shifting and increasing one's "wealth on the hoof" has a history as old as herding itself. Domesticated animals are "currency", "things that run", from the French courir. In fact almost all our monetary expressions - capital, stock, pecuniary, chattel, sterling - perhaps even the idea of "growth" itself - have their origins in the pastoral world.”
Source: The Songlines
“Max Weber was right in subscribing to the view that one need not be Caesar in order to understand Caesar. But there is a temptation for us theoretical sociologists to act sometimes as though it is not necessary even to study Caesar in order to understand him. Yet we know that the interplay of theory and research makes both for understanding of the specific case and expansion of the general rule.”
“Max went everywhere and tried everything. He visited floating sweetshops where he bought tiny chocolate goldfish that wriggled as you ate them, and toffee shrimps curled snugly in caramel shells. He went to bakeries where he found braided sugar loaves in the shape of boats, and gingerbread pirate ships complete with sugar-drop cannonballs. He passed cake shops that sold ten different kinds of chocolate cake, along with tiny golden vanilla biscuits shaped like dolphins, and shiny opera cakes with layers and layers of almond sponge and coffee cream.”
Source: The City Beyond the Sea
“Max would conclude, "that's who I want to be. The pope. And I'll do the same thing he does. I'll keep all the goddamn money.”
Source: Empire Falls
“Max, you can change your mind.” His voice was like autumn leaves dropping
lightly onto the ground.
“I don’t know how.”
Then my throat felt tight, and I rubbed my fists against my eyes. I dropped
my face onto my arms, crossed over my knees. This sucked! I wanted to be back
with the oth-
Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my
chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so
softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making
me shiver.
I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?”
“Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over,
tilted my chin up, and kissed me.”
Source: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports