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“— No, no es la naturaleza del hombre. No creeré que la naturaleza del hombre sea más inconstante que la mujer para olvidar a los que se ama o se ha amado. Creo lo contrario. Creo en una analogía entre nuestros cuerpos y nuestras almas; si nuestros cuerpos fuertes, así serán nuestros sentimientos: capaces de soportar el trato más rudo y de capear el temporal más fuerte.”

“When the law regulates behavior it plays an indirect part in molding public sentiment. The enforcement of the law is itself a form of peaceful persuasion. But the law needs help. The courts can order desegregation of the public schools. But what can be done to mitigate the fears, to disperse the hatred, violence, and irrationality gathered around school integration, to take the initiative out of the hands of racial demagogues, to release respect for the law? In the end, for laws to be obeyed, men must believe they are right. Here nonviolence comes in as the ultimate form of persuasion. It is the method which seeks to implement the just law by appealing to the conscience of the great decent majority who through blindness, fear, pride, or irrationality have allowed their consciences to sleep.”

“His plain, undecorated, and utilitarian work reeked week of provincialism.”

“Dale turned back to slander the bitter hippie who was wearing a tie-dye shirt with colorful text that read ACID BATH. “Looks like someone forgot to take their micro-dose of acid today, or maybe you mistakenly consumed too much gluten for breakfast. Or perhaps you’re resentful for having woken up today realizing the world revolves around money instead of love and sexually transmitted diseases.” An eccentric expression crept onto the hippie’s face while he half-lifted his arms in surrender. “Hey man, crimson and clover, over and over.” Dale hadn’t the slightest idea what the man was talking about, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about colors and flowers. Or was clover a weed? Well, if he spotted these hippies in his backyard, he’d definitely remove them like weeds, even if their tie-dye shirts were colorful enough to deceitfully pass as flowers. Getting up close to them to smell their pungent odor, instead of a flower’s fragrance, would most surely be enough evidence to classify them as weeds. Stubborn weeds that attempted to buck the system by creeping up between logically placed cemented sidewalks that paved the way to buildings of high finance. He had crushed many of their kind under his polished shoes as he made his way toward the office. They were the dying remnants of a generation who thought pervasive love could spark a peaceful revolution. What they weren’t aware of was that love wasn’t more powerful than fucking. The honorable elite factions who hold the reins of an ordered society continually raped the hippie’s love movement until it was nothing more than acid flashbacks and bad hygiene, which conveyed the power of fucking over love.”

“At last, the details finally settled, Abbey found herself coming to terms with the inevitable: the whole lot of them would go to Cape Cod. It was a dizzying prospect. Thirteen years ago she had said goodbye once and for all to the only man she had ever loved. Now she was setting out with him on a vacation, accompanied by a young woman determined above all else to become his wife.”

“Sales and selling, does not have to mimic an episode from the latest MMA event. It is not a wrestling match that we are engaged in. It is a soft but firm persuasion match based on people learning to like us and to feel comfortable with us not just with the product we have. And remember this, our clients want to buy but they do not want to be sold. But they need to be sold on us, that is for certain.”

“Just because they write something In this font And break apart their lines To rhyme To dramatize To imitate Doesn’t make what they say true. And quotations marks Don’t make sentences “life conclusions.” A post, a page, A billboard, or a wallpaper— Let it swirl for a few and if you want to spit it out, Vomit. If you want to keep it, Let it ride shotgun. But argue with it first. Debate. Don’t simply accept it Because you may By accident Accept a monster Disguised As a poem.”

“Rebels aren't persuaded by arguments such as 'People are counting on you,' 'You've already paid for it'...'Things should be done this way,' 'You have an appointment,' 'You said you'd do it'...'It's against the rules,' 'It's a tradition,' 'This is the deadline,' or 'It's rude.' They're much more apt to respond to being told 'This will be fun,' 'This is what *you* want'...Rebels can do anything they *want* to do.”

“Ella apreciaba la franqueza, el corazón abierto, el carácter impaciente antes que nada. El calor y el entusiasmo aún la cautivaban. Ella sentía que podía confiar mucho más en la sinceridad de aquellos que en alguna ocasión podían decir alguna cosa descuidada o ligera, que en aquellos cuya presencia de ánimo jamás variaba, cuya lengua jamás se deslizaba.”

“— Sí. Ciertamente nosotras no nos olvidamos tan pronto de ustedes como ustedes se olvidan de nosotras. Quizá sea éste nuestro destino y no un mérito de nuestra parte. No podemos evitarlo. Vivimos en casa, quietas, retraídas, y nuestros sentimientos hacen presa de nosotras. Ustedes se ven obligados a andar. Tienen una profesión, propósitos, negocios de una u otra clase que les llevan inmediatamente de vuelta al mundo, y la ocupación continua y el cambio debilitan las impresiones.”

“This isn't the first time you two are meeting, is it?" He didn't answer that. That wasn't his to tell. Ashna would tell her family and China in her own time, if at all. He just had to do this. China dropped into a chair, then jumped up again. A whole new wave of understanding suffusing her face. "That's why you asked to be on the show. Oh God, you're Frederick Wentworthing her." He shouldn't know what that meant but he totally did. "I'm half agony, half hope, Ms. Dashwood." He tried to shrug, but she looked in his eyes and her whole face turned into a giant awwww. She pressed her hands into her face. "You can't do that to me. You can't quote Persuasion to me." It was his mother's favorite book. It's where his name had come from. "Listen. I'm not going to force her to do anything. I'm just going to ask, and if she says no, I won't pressure her. I promise." "Why do I get the feeling you're pretty sure she won't say no?" "As I said, half agony, half hope.”