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“Texting is not talking and a phone is not a friend.”

“In general, poor is polite and rich is rude.”

“Neither Rose nor Charles liked to talk much of their adventures with the trolls, but some of the so-called "softskins" whom they had brought out of Niflheim, as well as the crew of the ship Soren had hired to go north to find Rose, must have spread the story, because for many years afterward, there were tales of a race of trolls living on top of the world. Only Rose and her white bear know the whole truth of it.”

“Miracle story about Lahiri Mahasaya from a woman disciple, Abhoya, from Chapter 31, titled "An Interview with the Sacred Mother", in the book "Autobiography of a Yogi" by Yogananda*: She [Abhoya] and her husband, a Calcutta lawyer, started one day for Banaras to visit the guru. Their carriage was delayed by heavy traffic; they reached the Howrah main station in Calcutta only to hear the Banaras train whistling for departure. Abhoya, near the ticket office, stood quietly. "Lahiri Mahasaya, I beseech thee to stop the train!" she silently prayer. "I cannot suffer the pangs of delay in waiting another day to see thee." The wheels of the snorting train continued to move round and round, but there was no onward progress. The engineer and passengers descended to the platform to view the phenomenon. An English railroad guard approached Abhoya and her husband. Contrary to all precedent, the guard volunteered his services. "Babu," he said, "give me the money. I will buy your tickets while you get aboard." As soon as the couple was seated and had received the tickets, the train slowly moved forward. In panic, the engineer and passangers clambered again to their places, knowing neither how hte train started nor why it had stopped in the first place. Arriving at hte home of Lahiri Mahasaya in Banaras, Abhoya silently prostrated herself before the master, and tried to touch his feet. "Compose yourself, Abhoya," he remarked. "How you love to bother me! As if you could not have come here by the next train! - *More Lahiri Mahasaya miracle stories can be found in this chapter of this book.”

“Day n night passing by, No tribute, we cannot deny, We did to world's problems so deep, Not a single sign, to take the leap. Senseless striving for some unknown glory, Too patiently awaiting time for our story. Still haven't spot that light, That make us seem calm n bright. How to ensure tis time-being, Is not in vain, but commencement of freeing.”

“No story about Las Vegas should begin in Vegas. It is a place one goes, often rashly, and from which one returns often poorer in money and richer in experience. It is a crapshoot—pun intended—if the outcome will match the intention. Las Vegas will not disappoint, becoming a story one can tell in a bar, how one got an unfortunate tattoo, or drunkenly married a new acquaintance at the Little Vegas Chapel in front of an Elvis impersonator.”

“I'm not particularly in favor of doctrine or creed, ordination, the elevation of holy texts, the institution of church, or, for that matter, Christianity. Like most religions, it has irreconcilable shortcomings and an unforgivable history. What I do favor is the attempt to make sense of things by living within a story. The Christian story, for good or ill, is my inheritance.”

“Leonid Andréyev, del que ya le he hablado, tiene un relato. Un hombre que vivía en Jerusalén vio un día cómo junto a su casa conducían a Cristo. El hombre lo vio todo y lo oyó, pero entonces le dolía una muela. Ante sus ojos, Cristo cayó al suelo con la cruz a cuestas, cayó y lanzó un grito de dolor. El hombre que veía todo esto no salió de su casa a la calle porque le dolía una muela. Al cabo de dos días, cuando dejó de dolerle la muela, le contaron que Cristo había resucitado y entonces el hombre pensó: «Y yo que podía haber sido testigo del hecho, pero como me dolía la muela…». ¿Será posible que siempre ocurra igual? Los hombres nunca están a la altura de los grandes acontecimientos. Siempre les superan los hechos. Mi padre luchó en la defensa de Moscú en el 42. Pero no comprendió que había participado en un gran acontecimiento hasta pasadas decenas de años. Por los libros, las películas. Él, en cambio, recordaba: «Estaba metido en una trinchera. Disparaba. Quedé enterrado por una explosión. Los enfermeros me sacaron de allí medio vivo». Y nada más.”

“These women's long-standing ability to fade into the background has served them well. To follow them as a historian is often to see them slide out of view as soon as one tries to focus the lens. But allowing light into the darker corners of any history illuminates more than just one frame. To tell Henry's reign from the perspective of ladies-in-waiting is to see the familiar become unfamiliar. We were never supposed to know these stories like this. It's important that we do.”

“It is the sweat of the servants that make their squire look smart.”

“Kutokana na utafiti wa kisayansi wa kionairolojia ambayo ni sayansi ya ndoto; wakati tumelala, sehemu yetu ya akili isiyotambua huamka na kuanza kazi; kwa kupangilia mawazo, kuanzia mawazo ya siku iliyopita, na kuimarisha mahusiano baina ya mawazo hayo na matukio ya wakati ujao, huku ikiondoa mawazo yasiyokuwa na maana, kunusuru ubongo usielemewe na msongo. Kazi hiyo hutambuliwa haraka na akili inayotambua, kwa njia ya alamu, lakini akili inayotambua inapagawa kwa sababu haijui akili isiyotambua inamaanisha nini kutuma alamu kama hizo. Kwa hiyo inajaribu kwa kadiri inavyoweza kutunga hadithi kuhusiana na vitu mbalimbali, ambayo baadaye hutafsiriwa kama ndoto. Hii ndiyo sababu tunaota ndoto za ajabu ambazo aghalabu hazina maana yoyote, na hazina maana yoyote kwa sababu hazitakiwi kuwa na maana yoyote, na hazina ujumbe wowote halisi kutoka akilini mwetu. Hayo ni matokeo ya akili kujaribu kusanisi sauti, kutoka katika akili isiyotambua.”

“Stephen King started to read comics first, I started to watch films and little reading books...Now everything has changed Stephen King reads books and watch films, I read comics, watch films, read books listen to audiobooks... This are two different stories, you were challanged to open them, good job you open them now but can you try to start a new life?? To start by opening a new book?? Meeting with new characters?? With new writers?? With one new book which has a story which you haven't heard?? Probably, you aren't still ready!”

“My point is that we are by now so thoroughly adjusted to the "Now . . . this" world of news—a world of fragments, where events stand alone, stripped of any connection to the past, or to the future, or to other events—that all assumptions of coherence have vanished. And so, perforce, has contradiction. In the context of no context, so to speak, it simply disappears. And in its absence, what possible interest could there be in a list of what the President says now and what he said then? It is merely a rehash of old news, and there is nothing interesting or entertaining in that.”

“Seed becomes tree, son becomes stranger.”

“Creatures of the Darkness BY VICKI JORDAN It was world of vampires and demons, where innocence was rare and so were the living. It was a world of darkness, where light had been outlawed and nightfall had swallowed us whole. An epic war had been fought, and the creatures of the dark had finally prevailed over the promoters of the light. Finally, for the first time in existence, the people of the shadows could come out and freely walk among one another in the rays of the dying sun, which had once been used to shun them away. A little girl, a child of the light, had survived the battle and crawled out from under the ashes of the destruction. She looked around at her altered world in dismay and confronted a vampire about the changes, of which she did not approve. “Why did you turn my world into a world of night, and make wrong into a new form of right? How could you make all the light disappear, and with it everyone I once loved so dear? Why are the shadows now the new sun, and why is everything lost what you have won?” The vampire looked down at the little girl with amusement and delight. “Because, little girl, this is the real world you see, where there’s no light to shine on false identities. We didn’t destroy the world just to scare; we simply uncovered what was already there. What has come out was all the darkness that was once hidden within, and you’ll soon meet the darkness in you once my fangs pierce your skin.” We are our own greatest fears…..”