| 69:the hard shell of the ego ::: This sense of one's own person becomes a kind of cage, a prison which shuts you in, prevents you from being true, from knowing truly, acting truly, understanding truly. It is as though someone had put you in a very hard shell and you were compelled to stay there. This is the first sensation you have. Afterwards you begin to tap against the shell in order to break it. Sometimes it resists very long. But still, when you begin to feel this, that what you believed in to be yourself, the person doing thigns and for whom they are done, the person who exists and makes you what you are, yes, when you pass from this to the consciousness that this is a prison preventing you from being truly yourself, then you have made great progress, and there is hope. You feel yourself stifled, crushed, absolutely shut up in a prison without air, without light, without an opening, and then you begin pushing from the inside, pushing, pushing, pushing so that it may break. And the day it breaks, the day it opens, suddenly, you enter the psychic consciousness. And then you understand. And then, truly, if you have a sense of humour, you laugh; you realise your stupidity. ~ The Mother, #KEYS |
| 70:To See a World...To see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild Flower,Hold Infinity in the palm of your handAnd Eternity in an hour.A Robin Redbreast in a CagePuts all Heaven in a Rage.A dove house fill'd with doves and pigeonsShudders Hell thro' all its regions.A Dog starv'd at his Master's GatePredicts the ruin of the State.A Horse misus'd upon the RoadCalls to Heaven for Human blood.Each outcry of the hunted HareA fiber from the Brain does tear.He who shall train the Horse to WarShall never pass the Polar Bar.The Beggar's Dog and Widow's Cat,Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.The Gnat that sings his Summer songPoison gets from Slander's tongue.The poison of the Snake and NewtIs the sweat of Envy's Foot.A truth that's told with bad intentBeats all the Lies you can invent.It is right it should be so;Man was made for Joy and Woe;And when this we rightly knowThro' the World we safely go.Every Night and every MornSome to Misery are Born.Every Morn and every NightSome are Born to sweet delight.Some are Born to sweet delight,Some are Born to Endless Night. ~ William Blake, Auguries of Innocence , #KEYS |
| 71:I have loved in life and I have been loved.I have drunk the bowl of poison from the hands of love as nectar, and have been raised above life's joy and sorrow.My heart, aflame in love, set afire every heart that came in touch with it.My heart has been rent and joined again; My heart has been broken and again made whole; My heart has been wounded and healed again; A thousand deaths my heart has died, and thanks be to love, it lives yet.I went through hell and saw there love's raging fire, and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love.I wept in love and made all weep with me; I mourned in love and pierced the hearts of men; And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes.The whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear; With my deep sigh the earth trembled, and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved, I shook the throne of God in heaven.I bowed my head low in humility, and on my knees I begged of love, "Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret."She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, and spoke softly in my ear, "My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover, and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored. ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan, #KEYS |
| 72:And now, out among the stars, evolution was driving toward new goals. The first explorers of Earth had long since come to the limits of flesh and blood; as soon as their machines were better than their bodies, it was time to move. First their brains, and then their thoughts alone, they transferred into shining new homes of metal and of plastic.In these, they roamed among the stars. They no longer built spaceships. They were spaceships.But the age of the Machine-entities swiftly passed. In their ceaseless experimenting, they had learned to store knowledge in the structure of space itself, and to preserve their thoughts for eternity in frozen lattices of light. They could become creatures of radiation, free at last from the tyranny of matter.Into pure energy, therefore, they presently transformed themselves; and on a thousand worlds, the empty shells they had discarded twitched for a while in a mindless dance of death, then crumbled into rust.Now they were lords of the galaxy, and beyond the reach of time. They could rove at will among the stars, and sink like a subtle mist through the very interstices of space. But despite their godlike powers, they had not wholly forgotten their origin, in the warm slime of a vanished sea.And they still watched over the experiments their ancestors had started, so long ago. ~ Arthur C Clarke, Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.07 - The Descent into Night, #KEYS |
| 74:1st row Homer, Shakespeare, Valmiki2nd row Dante, Kalidasa, Aeschylus, Virgil, Milton3rd row Goethe...I am not prepared to classify all the poets in the universe - it was the front bench or benches you asked for. By others I meant poets like Lucretius, Euripides, Calderon, Corneille, Hugo. Euripides (Medea, Bacchae and other plays) is a greater poet than Racine whom you want to put in the first ranks. If you want only the very greatest, none of these can enter - only Vyasa and Sophocles. Vyasa could very well claim a place beside Valmiki, Sophocles beside Aeschylus. The rest, if you like, you can send into the third row with Goethe, but it is something of a promotion about which one can feel some qualms. Spenser too, if you like; it is difficult to draw a line.Shelley, Keats and Wordsworth have not been brought into consideration although their best work is as fine poetry as any written, but they have written nothing on a larger scale which would place them among the greatest creators. If Keats had finished Hyperion (without spoiling it), if Shelley had lived, or if Wordsworth had not petered out like a motor car with insufficient petrol, it might be different, but we have to take things as they are. As it is, all began magnificently, but none of them finished, and what work they did, except a few lyrics, sonnets, short pieces and narratives, is often flawed and unequal. If they had to be admitted, what about at least fifty others in Europe and Asia? ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Poetry And Art , #KEYS |
| 75:Why Ubuntu: If I were you I'd just install Ubuntu into a dual-boot partition (the Ubuntu website has instructions for this) and learn as you go. Ubuntu is similar enough to Windows that you should be able to start using it right away without much difficulty. For running your Python scripts you'll want to drop into the shell (Ctrl + Alt + T If memory serves me right). As you become more comfortable with Ubuntu, you can start using the shell more and more. The shell is what gives you access to the power of Unix; every time you need to do something tedious and repetitive, try to find out how to do it through the shell. Eventually you will find yourself using the shell constantly. You'll wonder how you ever managed without it, and deride other operating systems for their lack of sensible programming tools. One day you'll realise that desktop window managers are a needless distraction. You start using xmonad or awesomewm. Eventually you realise that this, too, is a bastardisaton of the Unix vision and start using tmux exclusively. Then suddenly it hits you - every computer, every operating system, no matter how insignificant or user-friendly, has the Unix nature. All of them are merely streams from where you can ssh back into the ocean of Unix. Having achieved enlightenment you are equally content using an iPad as your main work computer, using powershell in Windows or SSH into a Digital Ocean droplet from your parent's computer. This is the Zen of Unix. ~ JohnyTex, https://www.reddit.com/r/learnprogramming/comments/38zytg/is it worth my time to learn linux while learning , #KEYS |
| 76:Received him in their deathless harmonies. All things were perfect there that flower in Time; Beauty was there creation's native mould, Peace was a thrilled voluptuous purity. There Love fulfilled her gold and roseate dreams And Strength her crowned and mighty reveries; Desire climbed up, a swift omnipotent flame, And Pleasure had the stature of the gods; Dream walked along the highways of the stars; Sweet common things turned into miracles: Overtaken by the spirit's sudden spell, Smitten by a divine passion's alchemy, Pain's self compelled transformed to potent joy Curing the antithesis twixt heaven and hell. All life's high visions are embodied there, Her wandering hopes achieved, her aureate combs Caught by the honey-eater's darting tongue, Her burning guesses changed to ecstasied truths, Her mighty pantings stilled in deathless calm And liberated her immense desires. In that paradise of perfect heart and sense No lower note could break the endless charm Of her sweetness ardent and immaculate; Her steps are sure of their intuitive fall. After the anguish of the soul's long strife At length were found calm and celestial rest And, lapped in a magic flood of sorrowless hours, Healed were his warrior nature's wounded limbs In the encircling arms of Energies That brooked no stain and feared not their own bliss. In scenes forbidden to our pallid sense Amid miraculous scents and wonder-hues He met the forms that divinise the sight, To music that can immortalise the mind And make the heart wide as infinity Listened, and captured the inaudible ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.09 - The Paradise of the Life-Gods, #KEYS |
| 77:There is one point in particular I would like to single out and stress, namely, the notion of evolution. It is common to assume that one of the doctrines of the perennial philosophy... is the idea of involution-evolution. That is, the manifest world was created as a "fall" or "breaking away" from the Absolute (involution), but that all things are now returning to the Absolute (via evolution). In fact, the doctrine of progressive temporal return to Source (evolution) does not appear anywhere, according to scholars as Joseph Campbell, until the axial period (i.e. a mere two thousand years ago). And even then, the idea was somewhat convoluted and backwards. The doctrine of the yugas, for example, sees the world as proceeding through various stages of development, but the direction is backward: yesterday was the Golden Age, and time ever since has been a devolutionary slide downhill, resulting in the present-day Kali-Yuga. Indeed, this notion of a historical fall from Eden was ubiquitous during the axial period; the idea that we are, at this moment, actually evolving toward Spirit was simply not conceived in any sort of influential fashion. But sometime during the modern era-it is almost impossible to pinpoint exactly-the idea of history as devolution (or a fall from God) was slowly replaced by the idea of history as evolution (or a growth towards God). We see it explicitly in Schelling (1775-1854); Hegel (1770-1831) propounded the doctrine with a genius rarely equaled; Herbert Spencer (1820-1903) made evolution a universal law, and his friend Charles Darwin (1809-1882) applied it to biology. We find it next appearing in Aurobindo (1872-1950), who gave perhaps its most accurate and profound spiritual context, and Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (1881-1955) who made it famous in the West. But here is my point: we might say that the idea of evolution as return-to-Spirit is part of the perennial philosophy, but the idea itself, in any adequate form, is no more than a few hundred years old. It might be 'ancient' as timeless, but it is certainly not ancient as "old."... This fundamental shift in the sense or form of the perennial philosophy-as represented in, say, Aurobindo, Hegel, Adi Da, Schelling, Teilhard de Chardin, Radhakrishnan, to name a few-I should like to call the "neoperennial philosophy." ~ Ken Wilber, The Eye Of Spirit , #KEYS |
| 78:reading ::: 50 Spiritual Classics: List of Books Covered: Muhammad Asad - The Road To Mecca (1954) St Augustine - Confessions (400) Richard Bach - Jonathan Livingston Seagull (1970) Black Elk Black - Elk Speaks (1932) Richard Maurice Bucke - Cosmic Consciousness (1901) Fritjof Capra - The Tao of Physics (1976) Carlos Castaneda - Journey to Ixtlan (1972) GK Chesterton - St Francis of Assisi (1922) Pema Chodron - The Places That Scare You (2001) Chuang Tzu - The Book of Chuang Tzu (4th century BCE) Ram Dass - Be Here Now (1971) Epictetus - Enchiridion (1st century) Mohandas Gandhi - An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments With Truth (1927) Al-Ghazzali - The Alchemy of Happiness (1097) Kahlil Gibran - The Prophet (1923) GI Gurdjieff - Meetings With Remarkable Men (1960) Dag Hammarskjold - Markings (1963) Abraham Joshua Heschel - The Sabbath (1951) Hermann Hesse - Siddartha (1922) Aldous Huxley - The Doors of Perception (1954) William James - The Varieties of Religious Experience (1902) Carl Gustav Jung - Memories, Dreams, Reflections (1955) Margery Kempe - The Book of Margery Kempe (1436) J Krishnamurti - Think On These Things (1964) CS Lewis - The Screwtape Letters (1942) Malcolm X - The Autobiography of Malcolm X (1964) Daniel C Matt - The Essential Kabbalah (1994) Dan Millman - The Way of the Peaceful Warrior (1989) W Somerset Maugham - The Razor's Edge (1944) Thich Nhat Hanh - The Miracle of Mindfulness (1975) Michael Newton - Journey of Souls (1994) John O'Donohue - Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom (1998) Robert M Pirsig - Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (1974) James Redfield - The Celestine Prophecy (1994) Miguel Ruiz - The Four Agreements (1997) Helen Schucman & William Thetford - A Course in Miracles (1976) Idries Shah - The Way of the Sufi (1968) Starhawk - The Spiral Dance: A Rebirth of the Ancient Religion of the Great Goddess (1979) Shunryu Suzuki - Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind (1970) Emanuel Swedenborg - Heaven and Hell (1758) Teresa of Avila - Interior Castle (1570) Mother Teresa - A Simple Path (1994) Eckhart Tolle - The Power of Now (1998) Chogyam Trungpa - Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism (1973) Neale Donald Walsch - Conversations With God (1998) Rick Warren - The Purpose-Driven Life (2002) Simone Weil - Waiting For God (1979) Ken Wilber - A Theory of Everything (2000) Paramahansa Yogananda - Autobiography of a Yogi (1974) Gary Zukav - The Seat of the Soul (1990) ~ Tom Butler-Bowdon, 50 Spirital Classics (2017 Edition) , #KEYS |
| 79:What do you mean by these words: 'When you are in difficulty, widen yourself'?I am speaking, of course, of difficulties on the path of yoga, incomprehension, limitations, things like obstacles, which prevent you from advancing. And when I say "widen yourself", I mean widen your consciousness.Difficulties always arise from the ego, that is, from your more or less egoistic personal reaction to circumstances, events and people around you, to the conditions of your life. They also come from that feeling of being closed up in a sort of shell, which prevents your consciousness from uniting with higher and vaster realities.One may very well think that one wants to be vast, wants to be universal, that all is the expression of the Divine, that one must have no egoism - one may think all sorts of things - but that is not necessarily a cure, for very often one knows what one ought to do, and yet one doesn't do it, for one reason or another.But if, when you have to face anguish, suffering, revolt, pain or a feeling of helplessness - whatever it may be, all the things that come to you on the path and which precisely are your difficulties-if physically, that is to say, in your body- consciousness, you can have the feeling of widening yourself, one could say of unfolding yourself - you feel as it were all folded up, one fold on another like a piece of cloth which is folded and refolded and folded again - so if you have this feeling that what is holding and strangling you and making you suffer or paralysing your movement, is like a too closely, too tightly folded piece of cloth or like a parcel that is too well-tied, too well-packed, and that slowly, gradually, you undo all the folds and stretch yourself out exactly as one unfolds a piece of cloth or a sheet of paper and spreads it out flat, and you lie flat and make yourself very wide, as wide as possible, spreading yourself out as far as you can, opening yourself and stretching out in an attitude of complete passivity with what I could call "the face to the light": not curling back upon your difficulty, doubling up on it, shutting it in, so to say, into yourself, but, on the contrary, unfurling yourself as much as you can, as perfectly as you can, putting the difficulty before the Light - the Light which comes from above - if you do that in all the domains, and even if mentally you don't succeed in doing it - for it is sometimes difficult - if you can imagine yourself doing this physically, almost materially, well, when you have finished unfolding yourself and stretching yourself out, you will find that more than three-quarters of the difficulty is gone. And then just a little work of receptivity to the Light and the last quarter will disappear.This is much easier than struggling against a difficulty with one's thought, for if you begin to discuss with yourself, you will find that there are arguments for and against which are so convincing that it is quite impossible to get out of it without a higher light. Here, you do not struggle against the difficulty, you do not try to convince yourself; ah! you simply stretch out in the Light as though you lay stretched on the sands in the sun. And you let the Light do its work. That's all. ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers Volume-8, #KEYS |
| 80:There's an idea in Christianity of the image of God as a Trinity. There's the element of the Father, there's the element of the Son, and there's the element of the Holy Spirit. It's something like the spirit of tradition, human beings as the living incarnation of that tradition, and the spirit in people that makes relationship with the spirit and individuals possible. I'm going to bounce my way quickly through some of the classical, metaphorical attributes of God, so that we kind of have a cloud of notions about what we're talking about, when we return to Genesis 1 and talk about the God who spoke chaos into Being.There's a fatherly aspect, so here's what God as a father is like. You can enter into a covenant with it, so you can make a bargain with it. Now, you think about that. Money is like that, because money is a bargain you make with the future. We structured our world so that you can negotiate with the future. I don't think that we would have got to the point where we could do that without having this idea to begin with. You can act as if the future's a reality; there's a spirit of tradition that enables you to act as if the future is something that can be bargained with. That's why you make sacrifices. The sacrifices were acted out for a very long period of time, and now they're psychological. We know that you can sacrifice something valuable in the present and expect that you're negotiating with something that's representing the transcendent future. That's an amazing human discovery. No other creature can do that; to act as if the future is real; to know that you can bargain with reality itself, and that you can do it successfully. It's unbelievable.It responds to sacrifice. It answers prayers. I'm not saying that any of this is true, by the way. I'm just saying what the cloud of ideas represents. It punishes and rewards. It judges and forgives. It's not nature. One of the things weird about the Judeo-Christian tradition is that God and nature are not the same thing, at all. Whatever God is, partially manifest in this logos, is something that stands outside of nature. I think that's something like consciousness as abstracted from the natural world. It built Eden for mankind and then banished us for disobedience. It's too powerful to be touched. It granted free will. Distance from it is hell. Distance from it is death. It reveals itself in dogma and in mystical experience, and it's the law. That's sort of like the fatherly aspect.The son-like aspect. It speaks chaos into order. It slays dragons and feeds people with the remains. It finds gold. It rescues virgins. It is the body and blood of Christ. It is a tragic victim, scapegoat, and eternally triumphant redeemer simultaneously. It cares for the outcast. It dies and is reborn. It is the king of kings and hero of heroes. It's not the state, but is both the fulfillment and critic of the state. It dwells in the perfect house. It is aiming at paradise or heaven. It can rescue from hell. It cares for the outcast. It is the foundation and the cornerstone that was rejected. It is the spirit of the law.The spirit-like aspect. It's akin to the human soul. It's the prophetic voice. It's the still, small voice of conscience. It's the spoken truth. It's called forth by music. It is the enemy of deceit, arrogance, and resentment. It is the water of life. It burns without consuming. It's a blinding light.That's a very well-developed set of poetic metaphors. These are all...what would you say...glimpses of the transcendent ideal. That's the right way of thinking about it. They're glimpses of the transcendent ideal, and all of them have a specific meaning. In part, what we're going to do is go over that meaning, as we continue with this series. What we've got now is a brief description, at least, of what this is. ~ Jordan Peterson, Biblical Series 1, #KEYS |
| 81:STAGE TWO: THE CHONYID The Chonyid is the period of the appearance of the peaceful and wrathful deities-that is to say, the subtle realm, the Sambhogakaya. When the Clear Light of the causal realm is resisted and contracted against, then that Reality is transformed into the primordial seed forms of the peaceful deities (ishtadevas of the subtle sphere), and these in turn, if resisted and denied, are transformed into the wrathful deities. The peaceful deities appear first: through seven successive substages, there appear various forms of the tathagatas, dakinis, and vidyadharas, all accompanied by the most dazzlingly brilliant colors and aweinspiring suprahuman sounds. One after another, the divine visions, lights, and subtle luminous sounds cascade through awareness. They are presented, given, to the individual openly, freely, fully, and completely: visions of God in almost painful intensity and brilliance. How the individual handles these divine visions and sounds (nada) is of the utmost significance, because each divine scenario is accompanied by a much less intense vision, by a region of relative dullness and blunted illuminations. These concomitant dull and blunted visions represent the first glimmerings of the world of samsara, of the six realms of egoic grasping, of the dim world of duality and fragmentation and primitive forms of low-level unity. According to the Thotrol. most individuals simply recoil in the face of these divine illuminations- they contract into less intense and more manageable forms of experience. Fleeing divine illumination, they glide towards the fragmented-and thus less intense-realm of duality and multiplicity. But it's not just that they recoil against divinity-it is that they are attracted to the lower realms, drawn to them, and find satisfaction in them. The Thotrol says they are actually "attracted to the impure lights." As we have put it, these lower realms are substitute gratifications. The individual thinks that they are just what he wants, these lower realms of denseness. But just because these realms are indeed dimmer and less intense, they eventually prove to be worlds without bliss, without illumination, shot through with pain and suffering. How ironic: as a substitute for God, individuals create and latch onto Hell, known as samsara, maya, dismay. In Christian theology it is said that the flames of Hell are God's love (Agape) denied. Thus the message is repeated over and over again in the Chonyid stage: abide in the lights of the Five Wisdoms and subtle tathagatas, look not at the duller lights of samsara. of the six realms, of safe illusions and egoic dullness. As but one example: Thereupon, because of the power of bad karma, the glorious blue light of the Wisdom of the Dharmadhatu will produce in thee fear and terror, and thou wilt wish to flee from it. Thou wilt begat a fondness for the dull white light of the devas [one of the lower realms]. At this stage, thou must not be awed by the divine blue light which will appear shining, dazzling, and glorious; and be not startled by it. That is the light of the Tathagata called the Light of the Wisdom of the Dharmadhatu. Be not fond of the dull white light of the devas. Be not attached to it; be not weak. If thou be attached to it, thou wilt wander into the abodes of the devas and be drawn into the whirl of the Six Lokas. The point is this: ''If thou are frightened by the pure radiances of Wisdom and attracted by the impure lights of the Six Lokas [lower realms], then thou wilt assume a body in any of the Six Lokas and suffer samsaric miseries; and thou wilt never be emancipated from the Ocean of Samsara, wherein thou wilt be whirled round and round and made to taste the sufferings thereof." But here is what is happening: in effect, we are seeing the primal and original form of the Atman project in its negative and contracting aspects. In this second stage (the Chonyid), there is already some sort of boundary in awareness, there is already some sort of subject-object duality superimposed upon the original Wholeness and Oneness of the Chikhai Dharmakaya. So now there is boundary-and wherever there is boundary, there is the Atman project. ~ Ken Wilber, The Atman Project 129, #KEYS |
| 82:The ancient Mesopotamians and the ancient Egyptians had some very interesting, dramatic ideas about that. For example-very briefly-there was a deity known as Marduk. Marduk was a Mesopotamian deity, and imagine this is sort of what happened. As an empire grew out of the post-ice age-15,000 years ago, 10,000 years ago-all these tribes came together. These tribes each had their own deity-their own image of the ideal. But then they started to occupy the same territory. One tribe had God A, and one tribe had God B, and one could wipe the other one out, and then it would just be God A, who wins. That's not so good, because maybe you want to trade with those people, or maybe you don't want to lose half your population in a war. So then you have to have an argument about whose God is going to take priority-which ideal is going to take priority.What seems to happen is represented in mythology as a battle of the gods in celestial space. From a practical perspective, it's more like an ongoing dialog. You believe this; I believe this. You believe that; I believe this. How are we going to meld that together? You take God A, and you take God B, and maybe what you do is extract God C from them, and you say, 'God C now has the attributes of A and B.' And then some other tribes come in, and C takes them over, too. Take Marduk, for example. He has 50 different names, at least in part, of the subordinate gods-that represented the tribes that came together to make the civilization. That's part of the process by which that abstracted ideal is abstracted. You think, 'this is important, and it works, because your tribe is alive, and so we'll take the best of both, if we can manage it, and extract out something, that's even more abstract, that covers both of us.'I'll give you a couple of Marduk's interesting features. He has eyes all the way around his head. He's elected by all the other gods to be king God. That's the first thing. That's quite cool. They elect him because they're facing a terrible threat-sort of like a flood and a monster combined. Marduk basically says that, if they elect him top God, he'll go out and stop the flood monster, and they won't all get wiped out. It's a serious threat. It's chaos itself making its comeback. All the gods agree, and Marduk is the new manifestation. He's got eyes all the way around his head, and he speaks magic words. When he fights, he fights this deity called Tiamat. We need to know that, because the word 'Tiamat' is associated with the word 'tehom.' Tehom is the chaos that God makes order out of at the beginning of time in Genesis, so it's linked very tightly to this story. Marduk, with his eyes and his capacity to speak magic words, goes out and confronts Tiamat, who's like this watery sea dragon. It's a classic Saint George story: go out and wreak havoc on the dragon. He cuts her into pieces, and he makes the world out of her pieces. That's the world that human beings live in.The Mesopotamian emperor acted out Marduk. He was allowed to be emperor insofar as he was a good Marduk. That meant that he had eyes all the way around his head, and he could speak magic; he could speak properly. We are starting to understand, at that point, the essence of leadership. Because what's leadership? It's the capacity to see what the hell's in front of your face, and maybe in every direction, and maybe the capacity to use your language properly to transform chaos into order. God only knows how long it took the Mesopotamians to figure that out. The best they could do was dramatize it, but it's staggeringly brilliant. It's by no means obvious, and this chaos is a very strange thing. This is a chaos that God wrestled with at the beginning of time.Chaos is half psychological and half real. There's no other way to really describe it. Chaos is what you encounter when you're blown into pieces and thrown into deep confusion-when your world falls apart, when your dreams die, when you're betrayed. It's the chaos that emerges, and the chaos is everything it wants, and it's too much for you. That's for sure. It pulls you down into the underworld, and that's where the dragons are. All you've got at that point is your capacity to bloody well keep your eyes open, and to speak as carefully and as clearly as you can. Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll get through it that way and come out the other side. It's taken people a very long time to figure that out, and it looks, to me, that the idea is erected on the platform of our ancient ancestors, maybe tens of millions of years ago, because we seem to represent that which disturbs us deeply using the same system that we used to represent serpentile, or other, carnivorous predators. ~ Jordan Peterson, Biblical Series 1, #KEYS |
| 83:A God's LabourI have gathered my dreams in a silver air Between the gold and the blueAnd wrapped them softly and left them there, My jewelled dreams of you.I had hoped to build a rainbow bridge Marrying the soil to the skyAnd sow in this dancing planet midge The moods of infinity.But too bright were our heavens, too far away, Too frail their ethereal stuff;Too splendid and sudden our light could not stay; The roots were not deep enough.He who would bring the heavens here Must descend himself into clayAnd the burden of earthly nature bear And tread the dolorous way.Coercing my godhead I have come down Here on the sordid earth,Ignorant, labouring, human grown Twixt the gates of death and birth.I have been digging deep and long Mid a horror of filth and mireA bed for the golden river's song, A home for the deathless fire.I have laboured and suffered in Matter's night To bring the fire to man;But the hate of hell and human spite Are my meed since the world began.For man's mind is the dupe of his animal self; Hoping its lusts to win,He harbours within him a grisly Elf Enamoured of sorrow and sin.The grey Elf shudders from heaven's flame And from all things glad and pure;Only by pleasure and passion and pain His drama can endure.All around is darkness and strife; For the lamps that men call sunsAre but halfway gleams on this stumbling life Cast by the Undying Ones.Man lights his little torches of hope That lead to a failing edge;A fragment of Truth is his widest scope, An inn his pilgrimage.The Truth of truths men fear and deny, The Light of lights they refuse;To ignorant gods they lift their cry Or a demon altar choose.All that was found must again be sought, Each enemy slain revives,Each battle for ever is fought and refought Through vistas of fruitless lives.My gaping wounds are a thousand and one And the Titan kings assail,But I dare not rest till my task is done And wrought the eternal will.How they mock and sneer, both devils and men! "Thy hope is Chimera's headPainting the sky with its fiery stain; Thou shalt fall and thy work lie dead."Who art thou that babblest of heavenly ease And joy and golden roomTo us who are waifs on inconscient seas And bound to life's iron doom?"This earth is ours, a field of Night For our petty flickering fires.How shall it brook the sacred Light Or suffer a god's desires?"Come, let us slay him and end his course! Then shall our hearts have releaseFrom the burden and call of his glory and force And the curb of his wide white peace."But the god is there in my mortal breast Who wrestles with error and fateAnd tramples a road through mire and waste For the nameless Immaculate.A voice cried, "Go where none have gone! Dig deeper, deeper yetTill thou reach the grim foundation stone And knock at the keyless gate."I saw that a falsehood was planted deep At the very root of thingsWhere the grey Sphinx guards God's riddle sleep On the Dragon's outspread wings.I left the surface gauds of mind And life's unsatisfied seasAnd plunged through the body's alleys blind To the nether mysteries.I have delved through the dumb Earth's dreadful heart And heard her black mass' bell.I have seen the source whence her agonies part And the inner reason of hell.Above me the dragon murmurs moan And the goblin voices flit;I have pierced the Void where Thought was born, I have walked in the bottomless pit.On a desperate stair my feet have trod Armoured with boundless peace,Bringing the fires of the splendour of God Into the human abyss.He who I am was with me still; All veils are breaking now.I have heard His voice and borne His will On my vast untroubled brow.The gulf twixt the depths and the heights is bridged And the golden waters pourDown the sapphire mountain rainbow-ridged And glimmer from shore to shore.Heaven's fire is lit in the breast of the earth And the undying suns here burn;Through a wonder cleft in the bounds of birth The incarnate spirits yearnLike flames to the kingdoms of Truth and Bliss: Down a gold-red stairway wendThe radiant children of Paradise Clarioning darkness' end.A little more and the new life's doors Shall be carved in silver lightWith its aureate roof and mosaic floors In a great world bare and bright.I shall leave my dreams in their argent air, For in a raiment of gold and blueThere shall move on the earth embodied and fair The living truth of you. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems A God's Labour, #KEYS |
*** NEWFULLDB 2.4M *** |
| 1:Is no problem. ~ Michelle Sutton, #NFDB |
| 2:just kissed, ~ Caroline Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 3:sunshine was ~ Caroline Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 4:They come first. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 5:War is hell. ~ William T Sherman, #NFDB |
| 6:Yossarian!!!(?)! ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 7:Australopithecus. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 8:Because why not? ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 9:Blood doesn't lie ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 10:Checkmate, bitch. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 11:Demons. Eagerly, ~ Michelle Paver, #NFDB |
| 12:Hell is being alone. ~ Barry Lyga, #NFDB |
| 13:Hello, you old fraud, ~ Anonymous, #NFDB |
| 14:herself. ~ Judith Claire Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 15:I myself am hell; ~ Robert Lowell, #NFDB |
| 16:on a fancy dress ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 17:We need a lift! ~ Michelle Sagara, #NFDB |
| 18:What the hell. ~ Ernest Hemingway, #NFDB |
| 19:Give 'em hell babe. ~ Quinn Loftis, #NFDB |
| 20:Hellaciously Homely. ~ Rachel Cohn, #NFDB |
| 21:Hell, we were kids. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB |
| 22:Holy hell weasel! ~ Rachel Hawkins, #NFDB |
| 23:said ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, #NFDB |
| 24:Where was her joy? ~ Shelley Noble, #NFDB |
| 25:with ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, #NFDB |
| 26:Woe is me! ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 27:year?’ James’s ~ Caroline Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 28:A flame in the dark ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 29:All hell broke loose. ~ John Milton, #NFDB |
| 30:BAD GAMES: HELLBENT ~ Jeff Menapace, #NFDB |
| 31:Centrum permanebit. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 32:craved permanence. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 33:Dimka, not you too. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 34:Hello, little girl, ~ Marissa Meyer, #NFDB |
| 35:Hells bells, ~ Kathleen E Woodiwiss, #NFDB |
| 36:I don't like cages, ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 37:Like calls to like. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 38:lopectomy, ~ Judith Claire Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 39:Love was lazy as hell. ~ Adi Alsaid, #NFDB |
| 40:There are silver ships ~ W Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 41:They talk. You act. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 42:What the hell happened ~ Sandi Lynn, #NFDB |
| 43:Bono? Who the hell is that? ~ Redman, #NFDB |
| 44:Cheaters, I thought. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 45:Hell is other people. ~ Gayle Forman, #NFDB |
| 46:Hell is other people. ~ Sara Shepard, #NFDB |
| 47:Hell is yourself too. ~ Robert Crumb, #NFDB |
| 48:Hello, darling, it’s me. ~ B A Paris, #NFDB |
| 49:I devoured her mouth. ~ Chelle Bliss, #NFDB |
| 50:I’m addicted to you. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 51:Is that cowboy logic? ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 52:It made you happy... ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 53:Looks are deceiving, ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 54:Oh, hell no, Romeo. ~ Jennifer Brown, #NFDB |
| 55:Oh it gets so lonely ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 56:sun-flooded windows ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 57:we’re both going to hell. ~ M Malone, #NFDB |
| 58:Clerval ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, #NFDB |
| 59:Don't be a goose! ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 60:Fear is an illusion ~ Rachelle Dekker, #NFDB |
| 61:Hello, Hazel Levesque. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB |
| 62:Hello there, Mr. Average, ~ D C Akers, #NFDB |
| 63:I am a tiny seashell ~ Edward Hirsch, #NFDB |
| 64:I hate show business. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 65:I love my minions. ~ Michelle Knudsen, #NFDB |
| 66:It's the old shell game. ~ Dan Rather, #NFDB |
| 67:Love fades. Mine has. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 68:Love fades, mine has. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 69:My name's Jet Steele. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 70:Sane guys are boring. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 71:she flipped a coin, ~ Michelle Sagara, #NFDB |
| 72:Sure there's a hell... ~ Jim Thompson, #NFDB |
| 73:To hell with Trish's nose! ~ Jim Ross, #NFDB |
| 74:What fresh hell is this? ~ Tim Dorsey, #NFDB |
| 75:What strikes the oyster shell ~ Rumi, #NFDB |
| 76:You're beautiful. ~ Michelle Leighton, #NFDB |
| 77:Ah, hell to the no, woman, ~ C D Reiss, #NFDB |
| 78:Dmitri was in my arms. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 79:Dreams from My Father ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 80:Feedback Loop from Hell. ~ Mark Manson, #NFDB |
| 81:Football, bloody hell! ~ Alex Ferguson, #NFDB |
| 82:Get the hell out of my way! ~ Ayn Rand, #NFDB |
| 83:God, I feel so stupid. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
84: Hellige Ensomhed
~ Emil Aarestrup,#NFDB |
| 85:Hello, I must be going. ~ Groucho Marx, #NFDB |
| 86:Hello, Killian.” Nila ~ Pepper Winters, #NFDB |
| 87:Hotter than a fuck in hell. ~ J D Robb, #NFDB |
| 88:my mother didn’t work ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 89:Oh, great. I'm a doll. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 90:person is Mister Black. ~ P T Michelle, #NFDB |
| 91:Rochelle vertrieben. ~ Alexandre Dumas, #NFDB |
| 92:The descent into Hell is easy ~ Virgil, #NFDB |
| 93:What the hell do I do now? ~ Anonymous, #NFDB |
| 94:Why be an ostrich? ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 95:british bombshell" -grant ~ Ally Carter, #NFDB |
| 96:But I should have known. ~ Peter Heller, #NFDB |
| 97:Each of us bears his own Hell. ~ Virgil, #NFDB |
| 98:Hell ain't half full. ~ Cormac McCarthy, #NFDB |
99: Helldunkle Jugend
~ Anton Wildgans,#NFDB |
100: Helldunkle Stunde
~ Anton Wildgans,#NFDB |
| 101:Hell is other people ~ Jean Paul Sartre, #NFDB |
| 102:Hello, freaky peoples! ~ Daniel Handler, #NFDB |
| 103:I do everything halfway, ~ Richard Hell, #NFDB |
| 104:I'm a regular supra man ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 105:Insanity is contagious. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 106:I realized I’m in love. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 107:I see everything twice! ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 108:Love is touching souls. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 109:Please. I love her. ~ Michelle Leighton, #NFDB |
| 110:stick-in-themuddish ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 111:two of Ma's darkies ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 112:Van Gogh was impulsive. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 113:What the hell is an oboe? ~ Oscar Wilde, #NFDB |
| 114:Where the hell is Nina? ~ Christa Faust, #NFDB |
| 115:Where the hell is Ralph? ~ Jandy Nelson, #NFDB |
| 116:Adrian, you're a genius. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 117:All love is sweet ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 118:apparition ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, #NFDB |
| 119:cockchafer ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, #NFDB |
| 120:Every man is his own hell. ~ H L Mencken, #NFDB |
| 121:Hell is other people. ~ Jean Paul Sartre, #NFDB |
| 122:Hell is—other people! ~ Jean Paul Sartre, #NFDB |
| 123:Hello, Doctor. It's your man. ~ J R Ward, #NFDB |
| 124:Hell's Bells-Harry Dresden ~ Jim Butcher, #NFDB |
| 125:Hell's bells, irony blows. ~ Jim Butcher, #NFDB |
| 126:I had to laugh like hell ~ Kurt Vonnegut, #NFDB |
| 127:I love all waste ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 128:Just live in the moment. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 129:Laurent said, ‘Hello, lover. ~ C S Pacat, #NFDB |
130: L'Échelle De Soie
~ Arsène Houssaye,#NFDB |
| 131:Rejoice in the colours… ~ Michelle Frost, #NFDB |
| 132:Say hello...to the BAD GUY! ~ Scott Hall, #NFDB |
| 133:Well fiddle dee dee! ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 134:Writers talk too much. ~ Lillian Hellman, #NFDB |
| 135:You will hurt your foot. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 136:Chocolate-covered cotton. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 137:Come hell or high water. ~ Heather Graham, #NFDB |
| 138:Fashions in sin change. ~ Lillian Hellman, #NFDB |
| 139:For me, I love dancing! ~ Michelle Gielan, #NFDB |
| 140:Get the hell out here, now! ~ Bobby Adair, #NFDB |
| 141:Give 'em hell, darlin ~ Alexandra Bracken, #NFDB |
| 142:Gold initial ring WSJ ~ Michelle McNamara, #NFDB |
| 143:Good God. Men everywhere. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 144:Go to hell, I'm reading! ~ Archie Goodwin, #NFDB |
| 145:Guilt was its own prison. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 146:Head high, heart in hell— ~ Coco J Ginger, #NFDB |
| 147:Hell is life drying up. ~ Joseph Campbell, #NFDB |
| 148:Hello Kitty will never speak. ~ Pico Iyer, #NFDB |
| 149:hello my fellow americans ~ George W Bush, #NFDB |
| 150:Hello! The world is a mess! ~ Cleve Jones, #NFDB |
| 151:He was a dancer of death. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 152:If I was in hell, would I know? ~ Exurb1a, #NFDB |
| 153:I have made my bed ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 154:I live in a box of paints ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 155:I love domestic life. ~ Michelle Williams, #NFDB |
| 156:I'm not afraid of aging. ~ Shelley Duvall, #NFDB |
| 157:Karma is one hell of a bitch! ~ Whitney G, #NFDB |
158:OH. DRAMA.
Oh, hell. ~ Terry Pratchett,#NFDB |
| 159:Say hello to your life. ~ Madonna Ciccone, #NFDB |
| 160:Strength is an empty shell. ~ Jack London, #NFDB |
| 161:sustains us, we sustain. ~ Michelle Segar, #NFDB |
| 162:Think with your eyes open. ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 163:What fresh hell is this? ~ Dorothy Parker, #NFDB |
| 164:Where the hell is Chad? ~ Richard M Nixon, #NFDB |
| 165:who the ruddy hell are you? ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB |
| 166:You saved me from my life. ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 167:Architecture is politics. ~ Mitchell Kapor, #NFDB |
| 168:Being charming is my hobby ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 169:Bless you, daugher of man, ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 170:Bless you, daugher of man. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 171:Damn, my word of the night ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
172: Den Hellige Alliance
~ Emil Aarestrup,#NFDB |
| 173:Drugs are a carnival in hell. ~ Edith Piaf, #NFDB |
| 174:Everybody's got a habit. ~ Lillian Hellman, #NFDB |
| 175:Hard times made hard men. ~ Mitchell Hogan, #NFDB |
| 176:Hell has no true bottom. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB |
| 177:Hell is full of high court judges. ~ Sting, #NFDB |
| 178:Hell is the absence of love. ~ Nancee Cain, #NFDB |
| 179:Hello, Gallagher Girl --Zack ~ Ally Carter, #NFDB |
| 180:Hello? I get you. Now go. ~ Kristen Ashley, #NFDB |
| 181:Humor is all about timing. ~ Steven Heller, #NFDB |
| 182:I can dodge bullets, baby! ~ Phil Hellmuth, #NFDB |
| 183:I'd had a rough childhood. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 184:Imperfection is endearing. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 185:I said hello to the poodle. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB |
| 186:like a demonic bat out of Hell. ~ Susan Ee, #NFDB |
| 187:Like a revolving door to hell. ~ L J Smith, #NFDB |
| 188:Sam Hellerman is a genius! ~ Frank Portman, #NFDB |
| 189:Smart and hot. Dammit. ~ Michelle Leighton, #NFDB |
| 190:Styles in wit change so. ~ Lillian Hellman, #NFDB |
| 191:That'll boil her ice cream. ~ P T Michelle, #NFDB |
| 192:The American Dilemma, ~ Michelle Alexander, #NFDB |
| 193:There’s a catch. Catch-22. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 194:They build their own Hells. ~ Jack Kerouac, #NFDB |
| 195:We are ALL broadcasters. ~ Michelle Gielan, #NFDB |
| 196:What fresh hell is this? ~ Charlotte Bront, #NFDB |
| 197:Worse than despair, ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 198:You are creating your own hell. ~ Rajneesh, #NFDB |
| 199:You are the world, Letha.. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 200:A man's head is his castle. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 201:Being charming is my hobby. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 202:Don’t miss CAST IN HONOR! ~ Michelle Sagara, #NFDB |
| 203:effective game plan.” “Hell, ~ David Bishop, #NFDB |
| 204:Frankenstein? ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, #NFDB |
| 205:Friend, good! ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, #NFDB |
| 206:Get the hell out of my cave. ~ Scott Snyder, #NFDB |
| 207:Hell has degrees, so does love ~ Jean Genet, #NFDB |
| 208:Hello, you sick twisted freak. ~ Glenn Beck, #NFDB |
| 209:He paused. “You’re welcome. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 210:Hi,Hello,Wuzzup?,cool,now.g'bye! ~ Bill Nye, #NFDB |
| 211:Hotter 'n hell, ain't it, Prez? ~ Babe Ruth, #NFDB |
| 212:I find more peace with you. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 213:It was love at first sight. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 214:I was a wreck ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, #NFDB |
| 215:I yearn for you tragically. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 216:Let light hearts remake us. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 217:Like a gift from hell. . . . ~ Kresley Cole, #NFDB |
| 218:Little pictures out of hell. ~ Iris Murdoch, #NFDB |
| 219:Love is a Dog from Hell. ~ Charles Bukowski, #NFDB |
| 220:None of it's real. - Pirra ~ Michelle Paver, #NFDB |
| 221:She is mine, and I am hers. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 222:Up anchor! Up anchor! ~ Silas Weir Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 223:What fresh hell is this?” I ~ Fisher Amelie, #NFDB |
| 224:What the hell am I doing here? ~ Thom Yorke, #NFDB |
| 225:You see something you like? ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 226:All change is for the worse. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 227:Am I good enough? Yes I am. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 228:Am I still married to a cat? ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 229:And anything worth dying for ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 230:Dimitri Belikov had arrived. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 231:event was; she’d witnessed ~ Michelle Sagara, #NFDB |
| 232:Give her hell from us, Peeves. ~ J K Rowling, #NFDB |
| 233:He drew me like gravity. ~ Michelle Leighton, #NFDB |
| 234:Hell-bent on extinguishing ~ Barbara Longley, #NFDB |
| 235:Hell is for other people. ~ Jean Paul Sartre, #NFDB |
| 236:Hell is other people chewing. ~ Isaac Oliver, #NFDB |
| 237:Hell is the inability to love. ~ Leo Tolstoy, #NFDB |
| 238:Hell is Truth Seen Too Late. ~ Thomas Hobbes, #NFDB |
| 239:Hell is truth seen too late. ~ Thomas Hobbes, #NFDB |
| 240:Hell was what you made it ~ Charles Bukowski, #NFDB |
| 241:I certainly like your mouth. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 242:I could drink a case of you. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 243:I'm gay-tham for Statham ~ Michelle McNamara, #NFDB |
| 244:In search of love and music ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 245:I was taken down by a bench. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 246:Let someone else get killed! ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 247:mass murder, right?” “Hello? ~ Kendra Elliot, #NFDB |
| 248:My whole act is confession. ~ Shelley Berman, #NFDB |
| 249:Old age is women's hell. ~ Ninon de L Enclos, #NFDB |
| 250:planners hauled out their ~ Mitchell Zuckoff, #NFDB |
| 251:Stop bitching and try again. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 252:That freedom is lost in Hell. ~ Peter Kreeft, #NFDB |
| 253:There are no locks on hell. ~ Daniel Abraham, #NFDB |
| 254:The Universe in a Nutshell ~ Stephen Hawking, #NFDB |
| 255:They never expect the knife. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 256:Tomorrow is another day. ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 257:Turn hell-hound, turn. ~ William Shakespeare, #NFDB |
| 258:When women and girls rise, ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 259:Acting is kind of brutal. ~ Michelle Pfeiffer, #NFDB |
| 260:All right then, I'll go to hell. ~ Mark Twain, #NFDB |
| 261:All right, then, I'll go to hell ~ Mark Twain, #NFDB |
| 262:Am I good enough? Yes, I am. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 263:Cash in must exceed cash out. ~ Robert Heller, #NFDB |
| 264:CIA case officers, or COs, ~ Mitchell Zuckoff, #NFDB |
| 265:Dammit All To Hell and Back Again! ~ J D Robb, #NFDB |
| 266:Don’t be sorry you loved him. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 267:Even in hell, there are rules. ~ Jaye Frances, #NFDB |
| 268:Fear comes with middle age. ~ Lillian Hellman, #NFDB |
| 269:God and Hell both damn it, ~ Lilith Saintcrow, #NFDB |
| 270:Hell, I even think a unibrow is sexy ~ RuPaul, #NFDB |
| 271:Hell is closer than you think. ~ Abigail Boyd, #NFDB |
272:Hello, Gallagher Girl
--Zack ~ Ally Carter,#NFDB |
| 273:Hello, Paranoia, My Old Friend ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB |
| 274:Hell was what you made it. ~ Charles Bukowski, #NFDB |
| 275:How the hell did you teach sex? ~ Helen Hoang, #NFDB |
| 276:I love you with all that I am, ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 277:Image of rugged cliffs ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 278:I'm one helluva communicator. ~ Howard Cosell, #NFDB |
| 279:I'm simply one hell of a butler ~ Yana Toboso, #NFDB |
| 280:I still look like a duck. ~ Michelle Pfeiffer, #NFDB |
| 281:Linux Command Shell For Beginners ~ Anonymous, #NFDB |
| 282:Love is a hell you cannot bear. ~ Fiona Apple, #NFDB |
| 283:Mmm. O positive, my favorite. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 284:My fish dream is a sex dream. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 285:No one is beyond being loved. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 286:Peace is in the grave. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 287:People want to feel hopeful. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 288:Politics is a waste of time. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 289:Rosemarie you are out of line ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 290:service was “practically ~ Michelle Alexander, #NFDB |
| 291:Tell freedom I said hello. ~ Lauren DeStefano, #NFDB |
| 292:The refusal to love is hell. ~ Fulton J Sheen, #NFDB |
| 293:To garden is a solitary act. ~ Michelle Cliff, #NFDB |
| 294:We cannot road trip to Paris. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 295:We know not what we do ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 296:We live in a hell of opinions. ~ Frank Bidart, #NFDB |
| 297:We take what what we can get. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 298:Whatever the hell I am, I am Me. ~ Tanith Lee, #NFDB |
| 299:What’s going to happen to us? ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 300:What the hell happened to Pluto?! ~ Jay Asher, #NFDB |
| 301:When they go low, we go high ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 302:Aaron felt like hell—exhausted, ~ Ania Ahlborn, #NFDB |
| 303:All right, then, I'll go to hell. ~ Mark Twain, #NFDB |
| 304:But how can one be warm alone? ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
305: Den Hellige Nadvere
~ Adam Oehlenschläger,#NFDB |
| 306:Good-bye and hello, as always. ~ Roger Zelazny, #NFDB |
| 307:Hell is full of good intentions. ~ Thomas Gray, #NFDB |
308:Hell is oneself,
Hell is alone. ~ T S Eliot,#NFDB |
| 309:Hello, hand, meet your new leash. ~ Jaymin Eve, #NFDB |
| 310:Hell, yeah! Meeting adjourned! ~ Mitch Hedberg, #NFDB |
| 311:How the hell do you wake up dead? ~ Kevin Hart, #NFDB |
| 312:I come straight from hell, Cell 23 ~ Lil Wayne, #NFDB |
| 313:I'm a Taurus. To the bone. ~ Michelle Pfeiffer, #NFDB |
| 314:I'm simply one hell of a butler. ~ Yana Toboso, #NFDB |
| 315:It’s time to run like hell. ~ Jessica Sorensen, #NFDB |
| 316:It was a fungal party hellscape. ~ Robin Sloan, #NFDB |
| 317:Joy, once lost, is pain ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 318:MOM—Mistress Of Miracles ~ Richelle E Goodrich, #NFDB |
| 319:No one was normal, not really. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 320:Oh, I thought. It’s on, bitch! ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 321:Old age is a woman's hell. ~ Ninon de L Enclos, #NFDB |
| 322:O war! thou son of Hell! ~ William Shakespeare, #NFDB |
| 323:Sanity’s overated, my darling. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 324:Securities Exchange Company ~ Mitchell Zuckoff, #NFDB |
| 325:So beautiful... I can see hell. ~ Kohta Hirano, #NFDB |
326: Som I En Hellig Dodskamp
~ Emil Aarestrup,#NFDB |
| 327:There’s no joy without peril. ~ David Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 328:Things just happen. What the hell. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB |
| 329:to look rather than look away ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 330:Torak, kijk achter je! - Renn ~ Michelle Paver, #NFDB |
| 331:Truth is a gem to be admired. ~ Michelle Griep, #NFDB |
| 332:us of his love and steadiness ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 333:What the hell? For what?’ “That ~ Jessica Park, #NFDB |
| 334:WHEN IN DOUBT, GET THE HELL OUT! ~ Jason Hawes, #NFDB |
| 335:When they go low, we go high. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 336:Yeah. I was definitely a snob. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
337:Bite me, Rhys.'
'Where? ~ Michelle Rowen,#NFDB |
| 338:Choose people who lift you up. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 339:Damn all false dichotomies to hell ~ D A Carson, #NFDB |
| 340:Deep truth is imageless. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 341:Do this or you’ll burn in hell. ~ Ricky Gervais, #NFDB |
| 342:Fun can be a great motivator. ~ Michelle Gielan, #NFDB |
| 343:Great protuberating conch shells! ~ Lisa McMann, #NFDB |
| 344:Hands of Mercy and tanks of hell. ~ Dean Koontz, #NFDB |
| 345:Happiness is the best facelift. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 346:Hell is just resistance to life. ~ Pema Ch dr n, #NFDB |
| 347:Hell is just resistance to life. ~ Pema Chodron, #NFDB |
| 348:Hell is not to love anymore. ~ Georges Bernanos, #NFDB |
| 349:Hello?” I tried to sound skinny. ~ Tracy Brogan, #NFDB |
| 350:Hello—what hotel is this—? ~ F Scott Fitzgerald, #NFDB |
| 351:Hell was easy; romance was hard. ~ Clive Barker, #NFDB |
| 352:He was such a…master of kissery. ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 353:I am the skunk killer. ~ Libby Fischer Hellmann, #NFDB |
| 354:I do have a delicate side. ~ Michelle Rodriguez, #NFDB |
| 355:If I go to hell, then heavens to blame ~ Hopsin, #NFDB |
| 356:I loved something I made up ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 357:I love tranquil solitude ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 358:I'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser ~ Mother Jones, #NFDB |
| 359:I’m not perfect.” “Who the hell is? ~ Ker Dukey, #NFDB |
| 360:I've busted a million Europeans ~ Phil Hellmuth, #NFDB |
| 361:I want him more than I need him. ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 362:Kaylin swiveled in her chair. ~ Michelle Sagara, #NFDB |
| 363:Let this hell be our heaven. ~ Richard Matheson, #NFDB |
| 364:Love Fades. Mine Has. - Dimitri ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 365:No estoy hecho para estar sólo. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 366:O world! O life! O time! ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 367:Some people read books for fun. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 368:Sunlight will renew your pride. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 369:That was the best not-sex ever. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 370:Todd, what the hell are you thinking? ~ J Thorn, #NFDB |
| 371:You cannot pray them out of hell. ~ Bill Murray, #NFDB |
| 372:You're always homesick. ~ Sarah Michelle Gellar, #NFDB |
| 373:You're killing me, little human. ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 374:You see, I needed to go to Hell. ~ Nick Tosches, #NFDB |
| 375:A journey is a fragment of Hell. ~ Bruce Chatwin, #NFDB |
| 376:America is just downright mean. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 377:Come what may and hell to pay. ~ Gregory Maguire, #NFDB |
| 378:Fall, sweetheart. I'll catch you. ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 379:Forewarned is forearmed... ~ Samuel Shellabarger, #NFDB |
| 380:Free will was a hell of a gamble. ~ Kayla Krantz, #NFDB |
| 381:(...) have is the hell of want. ~ Erika Johansen, #NFDB |
| 382:Hell is a half-filled auditorium. ~ Robert Frost, #NFDB |
| 383:Hell itself must yield to industry. ~ Ben Jonson, #NFDB |
| 384:Hell's afloat in lover's tears. ~ Dorothy Parker, #NFDB |
| 385:Hell, what was one more scandal? ~ Loretta Chase, #NFDB |
| 386:I love tranquil solitude. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 387:is the only escape plan we need. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 388:I've gone through hell and back. ~ Keith Emerson, #NFDB |
| 389:Laughter was too close to tears. ~ Shelley Noble, #NFDB |
| 390:Let's face it, writing is hell. ~ William Styron, #NFDB |
| 391:Love's very pain is sweet ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 392:Not all hells are created equal. ~ Stuart Turton, #NFDB |
| 393:Not me. Give me honesty anytime. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 394:Oh hell. They've got Mrs B in a bag! ~ L J Smith, #NFDB |
| 395:Older is better with wine and men ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 396:Pure hell was living in her eyes. ~ Linda Howard, #NFDB |
| 397:Purgatory is hell with hope. ~ Philip Jos Farmer, #NFDB |
| 398:That's my Heaven. And my Hell. ~ Sylvain Reynard, #NFDB |
| 399:The spirit gone, man is garbage. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 400:This asshole is the spirit user? ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 401:This was a baptism into Hell. ~ Pepper Winters, #NFDB |
| 402:To hell with facts! We need stories! ~ Ken Kesey, #NFDB |
| 403:To hell with facts! We need stories. ~ Ken Kesey, #NFDB |
| 404:To hope till hope creates ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 405:Vengeance was one hell of a roommate. ~ J R Ward, #NFDB |
| 406:...What are numbers knit ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 407:working-class people to afford. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 408:You and I aren't friends either. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 409:You can't put fate on a schedule. ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 410:You have to help yourself first. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 411:Bound by Love, But sworn to Kill. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 412:But after all highs comes a low. ~ Andie Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 413:But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. ~ Lord Byron, #NFDB |
| 414:but quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. ~ Lord Byron, #NFDB |
| 415:dominated electoral politics ~ Michelle Alexander, #NFDB |
| 416:Don't ever quit pretending. ~ Richelle E Goodrich, #NFDB |
| 417:do the brave thing; then run like hell. ~ Unknown, #NFDB |
| 418:everyone is dead and this is hell. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB |
| 419:Farewell, hello, farewell, hello. ~ Kurt Vonnegut, #NFDB |
| 420:Freedom costs you a great deal. ~ Lillian Hellman, #NFDB |
| 421:Hell has no benefits, only torture. ~ John Milton, #NFDB |
| 422:How they hell does it do that? ~ Peter F Hamilton, #NFDB |
| 423:I am my own heaven and hell! ~ Friedrich Schiller, #NFDB |
| 424:I am no Othello, Othello was a lie. ~ Tayeb Salih, #NFDB |
| 425:I am not a warthog from hell. ~ Flannery O Connor, #NFDB |
| 426:I can make men follow me to hell. ~ Philip Kearny, #NFDB |
| 427:If you're smart or rich or lucky ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 428:I have a weakness for fresh eggs. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 429:I love the smell of sunshine. ~ Michelle Leighton, #NFDB |
| 430:I'm obsessed with being human. ~ Rachelle Lefevre, #NFDB |
| 431:It sure is hell to be president. ~ Harry S Truman, #NFDB |
| 432:I will knock the hell out of ISIS. ~ Donald Trump, #NFDB |
| 433:Jealousy's eyes are green. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 434:Jeez. I was a feelings prostitute! ~ Shelly Crane, #NFDB |
| 435:Life is hell, but there are prizes. ~ Janet Frame, #NFDB |
| 436:Love's very pain is sweet, ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 437:Me as a backup center? Hell no. ~ Dikembe Mutombo, #NFDB |
| 438:Me? I didn’t believe in hopeless. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 439:My dear, I don't give a damn. ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 440:My dear, I don’t give a damn. ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 441:Oh, Hell. Must. Mate. Immediately. ~ Laini Taylor, #NFDB |
| 442:On thinking about Hell, I gather ~ Bertolt Brecht, #NFDB |
| 443:Remember, we all have our place ~ Rachelle Dekker, #NFDB |
| 444:Sunflowers are like people to me. ~ Joan Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 445:Tears and fears and feeling proud ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 446:The cunning livery of hell. ~ William Shakespeare, #NFDB |
| 447:The eggshell of appearance split. ~ James Merrill, #NFDB |
| 448:There is no redemption from hell. ~ Pope Paul III, #NFDB |
| 449:This is a hell of a way to die. ~ George S Patton, #NFDB |
| 450:This was hell and I was its fury. ~ Ilona Andrews, #NFDB |
| 451:We are bound by the secrets we share. ~ Zo Heller, #NFDB |
| 452:What a beautiful day to go to hell ~ Ransom Riggs, #NFDB |
| 453:What the hell's the date, Paul? ~ David Letterman, #NFDB |
| 454:You look too pretty to be useful. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 455:You need a man to go to hell with. ~ Tuesday Weld, #NFDB |
| 456:Adultery is an image of hell. ~ Emanuel Swedenborg, #NFDB |
| 457:All roads out of hell lead home. ~ Shannon L Alder, #NFDB |
| 458:(America is) just downright mean. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 459:... a wild dissolving bliss ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 460:Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. ~ Charles Lamb, #NFDB |
| 461:Bob says hello," he told the stars. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB |
| 462:Bob says hello,” he told the stars. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB |
| 463:civil forfeiture proceedings, ~ Michelle Alexander, #NFDB |
| 464:Crackers are short on sparkle. ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 465:Death by nursery tale. Hell’s bells. ~ Jim Butcher, #NFDB |
| 466:Do not find peace. Find passion. ~ Michelle Hodkin, #NFDB |
| 467:Drag wasn't always counterculture. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 468:drive like hell was chasing you. ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB |
| 469:Everybody is as unstable as water. ~ Joseph Heller, #NFDB |
| 470:Fair and unfair are for children ~ Michelle Lovric, #NFDB |
| 471:Fear Does Not Crown Champions. ~ Michelle Waterson, #NFDB |
| 472:Feathers needed, swan preferred. ~ Shelley Jackson, #NFDB |
| 473:Hawaii is absolutely beautiful. ~ Rachelle Lefevre, #NFDB |
| 474:He lived in his own special hell ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB |
| 475:Hell is other people's fantasies. ~ Salman Rushdie, #NFDB |
| 476:Hell is the inability to love. ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky, #NFDB |
| 477:Hello, Constance, Mina, and friends, ~ Chanda Hahn, #NFDB |
| 478:Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music. ~ Anne Rice, #NFDB |
| 479:How the hell can you play here? ~ Harmon Killebrew, #NFDB |
| 480:I ALWAYS LOOK YOU.YOU HAVE TO KNOW ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |
| 481:I arise from dreams of thee ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 482:I change, but I cannot die. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 483:I have drunken deep of joy. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB |
| 484:I like to pick my own vegetables. ~ Shelley Duvall, #NFDB |
| 485:I love my husband. I hate men. ~ Michelle McNamara, #NFDB |
| 486:I love you when I forget about me. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 487:I'm a little young for retirement. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 488:in life you control what you can. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB |
| 489:I see bodies as individual things. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 490:I see music as fluid architecture. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 491:What the hell, I decided. ~ Stephenie Meyer, #NFDB |
| 492:Kellan Walsh... who the hell are you? ~ Ella James, #NFDB |
| 493:Life is hell, but there are prizes. ~ Janet Frame, #NFDB |
| 494:Now, gentlemen, let us create hell. ~ Kohta Hirano, #NFDB |
| 495:ohmygod. did all hell just freeze over? ~ P C Cast, #NFDB |
| 496:Payback was always hell, wasn't it? ~ Linda Howard, #NFDB |
| 497:Scarlett O'Hara wasn't pretty. ~ Margaret Mitchell, #NFDB |
| 498:She shatters me. Every damned time. ~ P T Michelle, #NFDB |
| 499:Tell him to go to hell. ~ Frederick Winslow Taylor, #NFDB |
| 500:That's what I was supposed to say. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB |