adhara-siddhi ::: the perfection of the mental-vital-physical system, adhara-siddhi consisting of the siddhi of the first four catus.t.ayas, so that the adhara "becomes a perfect instrument for the Purushottama, the Purusha and Shakti to carry on their Lila".
Airavata (Sanskrit) Airāvata [from irāvat moisture-possessing from irā drink, food] Son of Iravati; a vast elephant produced at the churning of the ocean and appropriated by the god Indra. When seated upon Airavata, Indra blesses the earth with rain, i.e., with the water that is drawn up by Airavata from the underworld. According to the Matangalila, Airavata was born when Brahma sang over the halves of the shell from which Garuda hatched, followed by seven more male and eight female elephants.
alakabhava ::: a combination of the Aniruddha and Balarama aspects of the fourfold isvara (see BalaramaAniruddha) enjoying the world-game (lila) in a mood of divine childlikeness (balabhava).Aniruddha bh bhava
ala-kisora-bhava (bala-kishora-bhava; bala-kishore-bhava) ::: the young boy aspect (of the lilamaya Kr.s.n.a).
amaya upalabdhi ::: realisation of the lilamaya sagun.a or lilamaya isvara / purus.a in brahmadarsana.
anandamaya lilamaya ::: (brahman or isvara) full of ananda exanandamaya pressed in the lila of the world; short for anandamaya lilamaya sagun.a or anandamaya lilamaya Kr.s.n.a. anandamaya lil anandamaya lilamaya amaya Kr Krsna
apraketam salilam ::: inconscient ocean. [see the following]
apraketam salilam sarvam idam ::: all this was an ocean of inconscience. [RV 10.129.3]
arayan.a ::: Narayan.a seen in relation to the cosmic game or lila as an aspect of the "divine Anandamaya personality" at play in the world.
"As for the spectator and the coils of the dragon, it is the Chino-Japanese image for the world-force extending itself in the course of the universe and this expresses the attitude of the witness seeing it all and observing in its unfolding the unrolling of the play of the Divine Lila.” Letters on Yoga
“As for the spectator and the coils of the dragon, it is the Chino-Japanese image for the world-force extending itself in the course of the universe and this expresses the attitude of the witness seeing it all and observing in its unfolding the unrolling of the play of the Divine Lila.” Letters on Yoga
asinata ::: udasinata due to a predominance of sattva: "a high intellectual indifference seated above the disturbances to which our nature is prone", a "philosophic equality" that can come "with the perception of the world either as an illusion [maya] or a play [lila] and of all things as being equal in the Brahman".
aslila ::: [indecent].
bala-Kr.s.n.a (bala-Krishna; bala Krishna) ::: the boy Kr.s.n.a, "the divine bala-Krsna Child" at play in the worlds in "the free infinity of the self-delight of Sachchidananda"; Kr.s.n.a as the lilamaya purus.a in a condition of balabhava.
Lilalohita. See NILALOHITA
Lilamayi: A connotative name of the divine force whom creation and dissolution are mere play or sport.
Lila ::: Patrick Salle' . A small assembly-like language used for implementation of Actor languages. [Plasma perhaps?].
Lila Patrick Salle'"salle@geocub.greco-prog.fr". A small assembly-like language used for implementation of Actor languages. [Plasma perhaps?].
Lila: Play; sport; the cosmos looked upon as a divine play.
Lila (Sanskrit) Līlā Sport, diversion, pastime; in Hindu scriptures the acts of divinity, such as the creation or emanation of worlds, are called lila.
Lilatu. See LILITH
Lilavilasa: The splendour of divine sport.
brachiate ::: a. --> Having branches in pairs, decussated, all nearly horizontal, and each pair at right angles with the next, as in the maple and lilac.
catus.t.aya (chatushtaya; chatusthaya; chatusthay; chatustaya) ::: group catustaya of four, tetrad, quaternary; any of the seven parts of the sapta catus.t.aya, the system received by Sri Aurobindo as a programme for his yoga. The seven catus.t.ayas are: (1) samata catus.t.aya or santi catus.t.aya, (2) sakti catus.t.aya, (3) vijñana catus.t.aya, (4 sarira catus.t.aya, (5) karma catus.t.aya or lilacatus.t.aya, (6) brahma .. catus.t.aya, (7) (saṁ)siddhi catus.t.aya or yoga catus.t.aya. The first four catus.t.ayas are the catus.t.ayas of the adhara-siddhi; the last three are the general catus.t.ayas. The word catus.t.aya may also be applied to other groups of four, such as lipi catus.t.aya. catv catvaro
darsana (lilamaya darshana) ::: the vision of the lilamaya isvara / purus.a in all, a form of darsana in which one is "aware of the whole world as the expression, play or Lila of an infinite divine personality". lilamaya lil amaya isvara
darshana) ::: vision of the lilamaya isvara, by which the manifestation is seen as a "play of the Lord who is in His being all delight". lilamaya lil amaya Kr Krsna
delilah ::: n. --> The mistress of Samson, who betrayed him (Judges xvi.); hence, a harlot; a temptress.
Elilaios—in gnosticism, Elilaios is one of 7
Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum "communications" (FH, FHSS) A variation of {spread spectrum communications} in which a sequence of {pseudo random numbers} control a {frequency synthesizer}, generating different carrier frequencies that "hop around" in the desired frequency range. The receiver tunes to the same sequence of carrier frequencies in synchronisation with the transmitter. Frequency hopping spread spectrum was invented by Hedy Lamarr ("the most beautiful girl in the world", Samson and Delilah etc.) and the composer George Antheil. They held a patent filed in 1942. (2009-07-01)
Gelilah ::: (Heb. The rolling) The act of rolling a Torah scroll after it is read. Such a task is given as an honor and often to young children.
gun.a ::: quality, property, feature; any of "the numberless and infinite guna qualities" (anantagun.a) of the sagun.a brahman "into which all the cosmic action can be resolved"; the quality which the isvara "perceives in each different object of experience (vishaya) and for the enjoyment of which He creates it in the lila"; any of the three modes (trigun.a) of the energy of the lower Nature (apara prakr.ti), called sattva, rajas and tamas, which in the transition to the higher Nature (para prakr.ti) are transformed into pure prakasa, tapas (or pravr.tti) and sama.
hypocraterimorphous ::: a. --> Salver-shaped; having a slender tube, expanding suddenly above into a bowl-shaped or spreading border, as in the blossom of the phlox and the lilac.
isvara (lilamaya ishwara) ::: the Lord of the cosmic lila, "the mighty Lord of Nature, who . . . enjoys with his universal delight this play of her figures of his own being"; the isvara as "our Playmate in the great world-game who has disguised himself throughout as friend and enemy, helper and opponent and, in all relations and in all workings that affect us, has led our steps towards our perfection and our release". lil lilamaya amaya isvaradarsana isvaradarsana (lilamaya ishwaradarshan; lilamaya ishwara
kalikalila ::: the chaos of the kali [yuga].
kalilam ::: chaos.
Karana-salila: Primeval waters; the potential condition of the cosmic energy described figuratively as the water of an all-pervading ocean.
karana salila. ::: primeval waters; the potential condition of the cosmic energy described figuratively as the water of an all-pervading ocean
Kr.s.n.a (Krishna) ::: the eighth avatara of Vis.n.u in the Hindu tradition, regarded by Sri Aurobindo as an embodiment of "the complete divine manhood" and as the avatara who opened the possibility of overmind in the evolution of consciousness on earth; a name of the universal Deity (deva) and supreme Being (purus.ottama) who is the fourfold isvara and also "the Destroyer, Preserver, Creator in one" (Rudra2,Vis.n.u, Brahma), manifesting "through the Vishnu aspect as his frontal appearance"; "the Ishwara taking delight in the world" (anandamaya isvara or lilamaya purus.a), realisation of oneness with whom is the first part of the karma catus.t.aya, seen in all things and beings in the several intensities and degrees of Kr.s.n.adarsana.
lavender ::: n. --> An aromatic plant of the genus Lavandula (L. vera), common in the south of Europe. It yields and oil used in medicine and perfumery. The Spike lavender (L. Spica) yields a coarser oil (oil of spike), used in the arts.
The pale, purplish color of lavender flowers, paler and more delicate than lilac.
lepidolite ::: n. --> A species of mica, of a lilac or rose-violet color, containing lithia. It usually occurs in masses consisting of small scales. See Mica.
lilacatustaya (Lilachatushtaya) ::: [the catustaya of the cosmic play (lila)].
lilacatus.t.aya (lilachatusthaya) ::: the quaternary of the divine play; lilacatustaya another name for the karma catus.t.aya.
lilacin ::: n. --> See Syringin.
lilac ::: n. --> A shrub of the genus Syringa. There are six species, natives of Europe and Asia. Syringa vulgaris, the common lilac, and S. Persica, the Persian lilac, are frequently cultivated for the fragrance and beauty of their purplish or white flowers. In the British colonies various other shrubs have this name.
A light purplish color like that of the flower of the purplish lilac.
lilamaya ananda brahman ::: anandaṁ brahma seen as expressing its universal delight through the lila of the world. lil lilamaya amaya darsana
lilamaya para purus.a (lilamaya para purusha) ::: the supreme lilalilamaya maya purus.a, often referred to as lilamaya Kr.s.n.a. lil lilamaya amaya purusa
lilamaya ::: playful; enjoying the cosmic game; pertaining to the lila; lilamaya (sagun.a brahman) perceived as pouring out the delight of existence .... (ananda) into the play of the world; ("the Lilamaya") short for lilamaya isvara or lilamaya purus.a, the Lord or Soul of bliss who "can play with the manifestation without being imbued with the Ignorance".
lilamaya ::: [playful].
lilamaya sagun.a ::: sagun.a brahman perceived in relation to the lilamaya world-play or lila with a sense of "the lilamaya personality of the Brahman".
lilamayi. ::: the magical play of the creative power; the divine force whom creation and dissolution are mere play or sport
lila ::: play, game; the cosmic play.
lila ::: play, game; the world as a game of the Lord or isvara, "a play of lila the divine Being with the conditions of cosmic existence in this world of an inferior Nature"; life (especially in the objective world or field of karma, as distinguished from yoga) "experienced as a play of the divine Delight".
lila &
lilavilasa. ::: the splendour of divine sport
mauve ::: n. --> A color of a delicate purple, violet, or lilac.
milliLampson ::: /mil'*-lampsn/ A unit of talking speed, abbreviated mL. Most people run about 200 milliLampsons. The eponymous Butler Lampson (a CS theorist and systems frequently reduced to fragments of sentences as his mouth tries to keep up with his speeding brain.[Jargon File]
milliLampson /mil'*-lamp"sn/ A unit of talking speed, abbreviated mL. Most people run about 200 milliLampsons. The eponymous Butler Lampson (a CS theorist and systems implementor highly regarded among hackers) goes at 1000. A few people speak faster. This unit is sometimes used to compare the (sometimes widely disparate) rates at which people can generate ideas and actually emit them in speech. For example, noted computer architect C. Gordon Bell (designer of the {PDP-11}) is said, with some awe, to think at about 1200 mL but only talk at about 300; he is frequently reduced to fragments of sentences as his mouth tries to keep up with his speeding brain. [{Jargon File}]
NairaNjanā. (P. NeraNjarā; T. Ne ran dza na; C. Nilianchanhe; J. Nirenzenga; K. Niryonsonha 尼連禪河). Ancient name of the present-day Lilaja River, a tributary of the Ganges, located in the modern Indian state of Bihar; site of the Buddha's austerities and enlightenment. During a six-year period, from the time of his departure from the palace to his achievement of buddhahood, the BODHISATTVA Prince SIDDHĀRTHA practiced austerities at URUVILVĀ along the banks of this river. It was while bathing in this river during a period of intense self-mortification that the bodhisattva swooned from hunger, after which he concluded that extreme asceticism was not a viable path to liberation from suffering and continued rebirth. Sitting under a tree on the bank of the river, he accepted a bowl of milk porridge from a young woman named SUJĀTĀ, who mistook his gaunt visage for a YAKsA to whom the local village made offerings. He ate the meal and then cast the dish into the river, saying, "If I am to become a buddha today, may the dish float upstream." The plate floated upstream for some distance before disappearing into a whirlpool, descending down to the palace of a serpent king (NĀGA), where it landed on top of the bowls used by the previous buddhas, making a clicking sound. The bodhisattva spent the afternoon prior to the night of his enlightenment in a grove on the banks of the river. After his enlightenment, it was on the banks of this river that BRAHMĀ persuaded him to teach the dharma. The Buddha later converted the ascetic URUVILVĀ-KĀsYAPA, whose hermitage was located along this NairaNjanā River.
oleaceous ::: a. --> Of, pertaining to, or resembling, a natural order of plants (Oleaceae), mostly trees and shrubs, of which the olive is the type. It includes also the ash, the lilac, the true jasmine, and fringe tree.
Palilalia is characterized by the repetition of a word or phrase ie the subject continues to repeat a word or phrase after once having said. It is a perseveratory phenomenon.
Palilalia
Panchatantra (Sanskrit) Pañcatantra [from pañca five + tantra book] A collection in five books of philosophical and moral instruction often given in the form of dialogs between birds and beasts as well as humans. It was compiled by Vishnusarman about the end of the 5th century and is the original of the better-known Hitopadesa. The source of many familiar stories and doubtless the remote ancestor of Aesop’s Fables. It was translated into Pahlavi by order of Naushirvan in the 6th century; in the 9th century it appeared in Arabic as Kalila o Damna; it was translated into Hebrew, Syriac, Turkish, and Greek. From these, versions were made into all the languages of Europe, and it became familiar in England as Pilpay’s Fables (Fables of Bidpai).
purus.a (lilamaya purusha) ::: the purus.a as the enjoyer and master of the lila: "the Soul of things eternally young, perpetually inexhaustible, creating and re-creating Himself in Himself for the sheer
rama lila. ::: dramatic folk re-enactment celebrating the life of Ram
rasa lila ::: see rasa
rasa, rasa lila (Ras) ::: the dance-round of Krsna with the cowherdesses in the moonlit groves of Vrndavana, type of the dance of Divine Delight with the souls of men liberated in the world of Bliss secret within us.
sagun.a ::: anandamaya sagun.a brahman in its lilamaya aspect, seen as the source of the cosmic play.
sakhya ::: friendship; the relation (bhava) with the isvara as "the divine Friend" (sakha), a relation that "admits of an equality and intimacy even in inequality and the beginning of mutual self-giving; at . its closest when all idea of other giving and taking disappears, when this relation becomes motiveless except for the one sole all-sufficing motive of love, it turns into the free and happy relation of the playmate in the Lila of existence".
salilam apraketam ::: inconscient ocean. [cf. RV 10.129.3]
salilam ::: water.
. s.n.a (anandamaya Krishna) ::: Kr.s.n.a as the anandamaya isvara / purus.a, the deva of whom ananda is "the subtle body and being"; Kr.s.n.a seen in the highest form (third degree of the third intensity) of Kr.s.n.adarsana. anandamaya lil anandamaya lila
. s.n.a (anandamaya lilamaya Krishna) ::: Kr.s.n.a as the anandamaya and the lilamaya, taking divine delight in the cosmic game. anandamaya lil anandamaya lilamaya amaya saguna
. s.n.a (lilamaya Krishna) ::: Kr.s.n.a as the lilamaya isvara / purus.a, "the eternal Child frolicing in the Universe, the Playmate,Lover, Master, Teacher and Friend of all His creations", he "who draws all of us to him by his love, compels all of us by his masteries and plays his eternal play of joy and strength and beauty in the manifold world". lil lilamaya amaya N Narayana
spread spectrum communications ::: (communications) (Or spread spectrum) A technique by which a signal to be transmitted is modulated onto a pseudo-random, noise-like, wideband carrier signal, producing a transmission with a much larger bandwidth than that of the data modulation.Reception is accomplished by cross correlation of the received wide band signal with a synchronously generated replica of the carrier.Spread-spectrum communications offers many important benefits:Low probability of detection, interception or determination of the transmitter's location. To an observer who does not possess information about the carrier, the transmission is indistinguishable from other sources of noise.High immunity against interference and jamming (intentional interference). The presence of (narrowband) interference signals only decreases the channel's signals, which would require very high power (again assuming that the jammer does not know the characteristics of the carrier).High immunity against adverse effects of multipath transmission. In the presence of multiple paths between transmitter and receiver (e.g. by reflected signals), mobile communications, where it causes blind spots - locations where no signal can be received.Transmitter/receiver pairs using independent random carriers can operate in the same frequency range with minimal interference. These are called Code Division can only accomodate a fixed number of channels determined by available bandwidth and channel width (data rate).When the data modulation cannot be distinguished from the carrier modulation, and the carrier modulation is random to an unwanted observer, the spread spectrum system assumes cryptographic capabilities, with the carrier modulation taking on the function of a key in a cipher system.The most important practical modes of spread spectrum coding are Direct Sequence (DS) and Frequency Hopping (FH). In DS, a pseudo random sequence is driven by a pseudo random sequence of numbers to generate output frequencies that hop around in the desired frequency range.Spread Spectrum development began during World War II, with the earliest studies dating from the 1920s. Most papers remained classified until the 1980s.Frequency hopping spread spectrum was invented by Hedy Lamarr (the most beautiful girl in the world, Samson and Delilah etc.) and the composer George Antheil. They held a patent filed in 1942. Direct sequence spread spectrum was invented by Paul Kotowski and Kurt Dannehl at Telefunken.The technique is used extensively in military communications today. Commercial applications include cellular telephony and mobile networking.[Spread Spectrum Communications, Charles E. Cook et al (Ed.), IEEE Press, New York, 1983. ISBN 0-87942-170-3]. , .(2001-08-08)
. t.aya (karmachatusthaya; karma chatusthaya) ::: the fifth catus.t.aya, the quaternary of action, consisting of Kr.s.n.a, Kali, karma and kama1; also called the lilacatus.t.aya.
“The numberless traditions about Satyrs are no fables, but represent an extinct race of animal men. The animal ‘Eves’ were their foremothers, and the human ‘Adams’ their forefathers; hence the Kabalistic allegory of Lilith or Lilatu, Adam’s first wife, whom the Talmud describes as a charming woman, with long wavy hair, i.e., — a female hairy animal of a character now unknown, still a female animal, who in the Kabalistic and Talmudic allegories is called the female reflection of Samael, Samael-Lilith, or man-animal united, a being called Hayoh Bishah, the Beast or Evil Beast. (Zohar, ii, 255, 259). It is from this unnatural union that the present apes descended” (SD 2:262).
thyrsus ::: n. --> A staff entwined with ivy, and surmounted by a pine cone, or by a bunch of vine or ivy leaves with grapes or berries. It is an attribute of Bacchus, and of the satyrs and others engaging in Bacchic rites.
A species of inflorescence; a dense panicle, as in the lilac and horse-chestnut.
unifollilate ::: a. --> Having only one leaflet, as the leaves of the orange tree.
with her foot on the Divine itself ::: then she comes to herself and the struggle and destruction are over"; the Goddess (devi) into whose undivided consciousness-force (cit-sakti) "our divided & unequal individual force of action & thought" is to be renounced in order "to 86 replace our egoistic activities by the play in our body of the universal Kali and thus exchange blindness & ignorance for knowledge and ineffective human strength for the divine effective Force"; the sakti carrying out the lila according to the pleasure of the isvara, the second member of the karma catus.t.aya; sometimes the same as Mahakali.
yoga ::: union; "the union of that which has become separated in the play of the universe with its own true self, origin and universality"; any of various methods of seeking for such a union; especially the path of pūrn.a yoga, culminating in a "Yoga of self-perfection" by which the "liberated individual being, united with the Divine in self and spirit, becomes in his natural being a self-perfecting instrument for the perfect outflowering of the Divine in humanity". In Sri Aurobindo"s diary, "the Yoga" usually refers to his practice of this Yoga of self-. perfection, whose elements are enumerated in the sapta catus.t.aya; but the effective half of the karma catus.t.aya is for some purposes treated as part of "life" or the lila, as distinct from the yoga. yoga catustaya
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1:One who has made in sport the suns and seas
Mirrors in our being his immense caprice. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, Lila,#KEYS
2:A World-adventurer borne on Destiny's wing
Gambles with death and triumph, joy and grief. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, Lila,#KEYS
3:Ananda is the presence of the Self and Master of our being and the stream of its out-flowing can be the pure joy of his Lila. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga, The Ananda Brahman, #KEYS
4:The noun lila means anything from sport, dalliance, play to any languid or amorous gesture in a woman. ~ V.S. Apte (1965), quoted in in Sri Aurobindo's Lila - The Nature of Divine Play According to Integral Advaita, p. 68 #KEYS
5:The slow self-manifesting birth of God in Matter is the purpose of the terrestrial Lila. ~ Sri Aurobindo, "Sri Aurobindo's Lila - The Nature of Divine Play According to Integral Advaita", p. 68 #KEYS
6:Remember always that you too are Brahman and the divine Shakti is working in you; reach out always to the realisation of God's omnipotence and his delight in the Lila. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays In Philosophy And Yoga, [T5], #KEYS
7:A king of greatness and a slave of love,
Host of the stars and guest in Nature's inn,
A high spectator spirit throned above,
A pawn of passion in the game divine. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, Lila,#KEYS
8:All exists here, no doubt, for the delight of existence, all is a game or Lila; but a game too carries within itself an object to be accomplished and without the fulfillment of that object would have no completeness of significance. ~ Sri Aurobindo, "Sri Aurobindo's Lila - The Nature of Divine Play According to Integral Advaita" #KEYS
9:The boy with the flute is Sri Krishna, the Lord descended into the world-play from the divine Ananda; his flute is the music of the call which seeks to transform the lower ignorant play of mortal life and bring into it and establish in its place the lila of his divine Ananda. It was the psychic being in you that heard the call and followed after it.
~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Yoga - III,#KEYS
10:Lila (pronounced Leela) is the play of creation. To awakened consciousness, the entire universe. With all its joys and sorrows, pleasures and pains, appears as a divine game, sport, or drama. It is a play in which the one Consciousness performs all the roles. Alluding to this lila of the Divine Mother the physical universe is a "mansion of mirth." ~ Sri Ramakrishna, in Selections from The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna (2005), p. 130 #KEYS
11:This eternal lila is the eternal truth, and, therefore, its this eternal lila - the playful love-making of Radha and Krishna, which the Vaishnava poets desired to enjoy. If we analyse the Gitagovinda of Jayadeva we shall find not even a single statement which shows the poet's desire to have union with Krishna as Radha had,- he only sings praises the lila of Radha and Krishna and hankers after a chance just to have peep into the divine lila, and this peep into the divine lila is the highest spiritual gain which poets could think of. ~ Gautam Dasgupta (1976:125-26), quoted by Wimal Dissanayake, in Narratives of Agency: Self-making in China, India, and Japan, p. 132 #KEYS
12:Lila is by no means the last word. Passing through all these states, I said to the Divine Mother: 'Mother, in these states there is separation. Give me a state where there is no separation.' Then I remained for some time absorbed in the Indivisible Satchidananda. I removed the pictures of the gods and goddesses from my room. I began to perceive God in all beings. Formal worship dropped away. You see that bel-tree. I used to go there to pluck its leaves. One day, as I plucked a leaf, a bit of the bark came off. I round the tree full of Consciousness. I felt grieved because I had hurt the tree. One day I tried to pluck some durva grass, but I found I couldn't do it very well. Then I forced myself to pluck it. ~ Sri Ramakrishna, #KEYS
13:The other day I told you the meaning of bhakti. It is to adore God with body, mind, and words. 'With body' means to serve and worship God with one's hands, go to holy places with one's feet, hear the chanting of the name and glories of God with one's ears, and behold the divine image with one's eyes. 'With mind' means to contemplate and meditate on God constantly and to remember and think of His lila. 'With words' means to sing hymns to Him and chant His name and glories.
Devotion as described by Narada is suited to the Kaliyuga. It means to chant constantly the name and glories of God. Let those who have no leisure worship God at least morning and evening by whole-heartedly chanting His name and clapping their hands. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,#KEYS
14: The purpose of creation, is lila. The concept of lila escapes all the traditional difficulties in assigning purpose to the creator. Lila is a purpose-less purpose, a natural outflow, a spontaneous self-manifestation of the Divine. The concept of lila, again, emphasizes the role of delight in creation. The concept of Prakriti and Maya fail to explain the bliss aspect of Divine. If the world is manifestation of the Force of Satcitananda, the deployment of its existence and consciousness, its purpose can be nothing but delight. This is the meaning of delight. Lila, the play, the child's joy, the poet's joy, the actor's joy, the mechanician's joy of the soul of things eternally young, perpetually inexhaustible, creating and recreating Himself in Himself for the sheer bliss of that self-creation, of that self-representation, Himself the play, Himself the player, Himself the playground ~ Sri Aurobindo, Philosophy of Social Development, pp-39-40 #KEYS
15:they are acting all the while in the spirit of rajasic ahaṅkara, persuade themselves that God is working through them and they have no part in the action. This is because they are satisfied with the mere intellectual assent to the idea without waiting for the whole system and life to be full of it. A continual remembrance of God in others and renunciation of individual eagerness (spr.ha) are needed and a careful watching of our inner activities until God by the full light of self-knowledge, jñanadı̄pena bhasvata, dispels all further chance of self-delusion. The danger of tamogun.a is twofold, first, when the Purusha thinks, identifying himself with the tamas in him, "I am weak, sinful, miserable, ignorant, good-for-nothing, inferior to this man and inferior to that man, adhama, what will God do through me?" - as if God were limited by the temporary capacities or incapacities of his instruments and it were not true that he can make the dumb to talk and the lame to cross the hills, mūkaṁ karoti vacalaṁ paṅguṁ laṅghayate girim, - and again when the sadhak tastes the relief, the tremendous relief of a negative santi and, feeling himself delivered from all troubles and in possession of peace, turns away from life and action and becomes attached to the peace and ease of inaction. Remember always that you too are Brahman and the divine Shakti is working in you; reach out always to the realisation of God's omnipotence and his delight in the Lila. He bids Arjuna work lokasaṅgraharthaya, for keeping the world together, for he does not wish the world to sink back into Prakriti, but insists on your acting as he acts, "These worlds would be overpowered by tamas and sink into Prakriti if I did not do actions." To be attached to inaction is to give up our action not to God but to our tamasic ahaṅkara. The danger of the sattvagun.a is when the sadhak becomes attached to any one-sided conclusion of his reason, to some particular kriya or movement of the sadhana, to the joy of any particular siddhi of the yoga, perhaps the sense of purity or the possession of some particular power or the Ananda of the contact with God or the sense of freedom and hungers after it, becomes attached to that only and would have nothing else. Remember that the yoga is not for yourself; for these things, though they are part of the siddhi, are not the object of the siddhi, for you have decided at the beginning to make no claim upon God but take what he gives you freely and, as for the Ananda, the selfless soul will even forego the joy of God's presence, ... ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays In Philosophy And Yoga, #KEYS
1:What a comedy God's Lila is! What a lunatic asylum! He Himself is sporting with Himself! ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove 2:In Hindu philosophy the whole creation is regarded as the Vishnu Lila, the play of Vishnu. Lila means dance or play. Also in Hindu philosophy, they call the world illusion; and in Latin the root of the word illusion is ludere, to play. ~ alan-watts, @wisdomtrove 3:Watch and see with what endless variety of beautiful forms He plays the play of his maya with Himself alone. The lila of the all pervading One goes on and on in this way in infinite diversity. He is without beginning and without end. ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove 4:It is interesting that Hindus, when they speak of the creation of the universe do not call it the work of God, they call it the play of God, the Vishnu lila, lila meaning play. And they look upon the whole manifestation of all the universes as a play, as a sport, as a kind of dance — lila perhaps being somewhat related to our word lilt ~ alan-watts, @wisdomtrove 5:God is without form, without quality as well as with form and quality. Watch and see with what endless variety of beautiful forms He plays the play of his maya with Himself alone. The lila of the all pervading One goes on and on in this way in infinite diversity. He is without beginning and without end. He is the whole and also the part. The whole and part together make up real Perfection. Sri Anandamayi Ma ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove 6:If God is the Lord of the world, He can do with it as he pleases. Suppose you have grown beautiful flowers in your garden, but decide to plant fruit trees in their place, won't you have to remove the flowers? If you have a fine house, but wish to build a larger and better one on the same plot, you demolish the old one. The freedom that is yours in small things, God exercises in great ones. In both is He, in destruction as well as in construction. The history of nations, families and individuals is the great Lila (divine sport) that He stages with Himself. ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove *** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***
1:Brave. - Cassel, to Lila ~ Holly Black, #NFDB
2:Stupid fuckin' ninja dude. ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
3:Sex, Lies, and Superspies ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
4:And I don't regret the rain ~ Lila McCann, #NFDB
5:standing so close that I can ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
6:Nothing's wrong. But a lot is right. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
7:I read my porn, like a classy person. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
8:The memory caught him like a blow. Lila. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
9:You make my nerd heart sad, young Padawan. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
10:His eyes shone blue, and he had shaved head that ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
11:It is Furious 11: Berkshire Bonanza up in here. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
12:The future's comin' at ya' like a freight train. ~ Lila McCann, #NFDB
13:He’s kind of adorable in a frisky puppy sort of way. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
14:I said I was thinking about you the whole time. - Lila ~ Holly Black, #NFDB
15:Dammit, Bard, you’re going to set the cat on fire.” Lila ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
16:—CALLIOPE “LILA” BARBOT PRINCESS OF THE SYLVAN FEY LINE ~ Kresley Cole, #NFDB
17:No,” he said. “That’s not magic, Lila. That’s just murder. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
18:Tomorrow I'll get over you if I just get through tonight. ~ Lila McCann, #NFDB
19:Why anyone would ever pretend to be weak was beyond her. Lila ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
20:Lila Bard might have been a thief but she wasn’t a beggar. And ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
21:He looks like the world’s cheeriest, sexiest murderer right now. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
22:I find it hard to tear my gaze away from that that fantastic ass. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
23:When Lila was born, "I felt like, now I've got a partner in crime". ~ Kate Moss, #NFDB
24:You walked into my life and made it a hundred times better, honey. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
25:Lila Bard knew in her bones that she was meant to be a pirate. ~ Victoria Schwab, #NFDB
26:fake-innocent expression doesn’t fool me. Those are Bambi-Satan eyes. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
27:Lila would rather steal a thing outright than be indebted to kindness. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
28:unsuspecting homeowner?” “Let him finish his eggs, Lila,” Rebecca ~ Jennifer Wixson, #NFDB
29:You are evil," I tell Lila.
"Flatterer," she says, but she smiles. ~ Holly Black,#NFDB
30:And Lila had always thought of herself more as a weed than a rose bush. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
31:And when I say extraordinary, I mean tacky beyond all reason. Brightly ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
32:Nellie, when are you going to straighten up?”
“Never Mom, never. ~ Lila Felix,#NFDB
33:Ostrá pozornost mé rotační zbraně Svobodné trochu rozptýlila. Po okolí. ~ Ji Kulh nek, #NFDB
34:Archer Valmont, sadistic billionaire and champion badminton player, with ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
35:Boys never believe I can beat them... But I always win in the end. - Lila ~ Holly Black, #NFDB
36:Let's write one together,” Lila said once, and that filled me with joy. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
37:Sometimes we don’t know how heavily we bleed until our skin is peeled back. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
38:I apologize for shooting you in the leg," said Lila. "I was entirely myself. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
39:Lila was nineteen. Nineteen, and every one of the years felt carved into her. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
40:but I didn’t magically turn into an idiot the second you pulled out your cock. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
41:Yeah, yeah. I'm all roses and chocolates and vibrators about you too, hun." "Fuckin ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
42:Lila Bard lived by a simple rule: if a thing was worth having, it was worth taking. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
43:She paced back and forth while I rinsed and decided to face the music - or the Echo. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
44:Guys this hot should come with a warning label. Not that I’d stop to read it. Hottie ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
45:Kell frowned deeply. It is amazing, thought Lila, that he doesn’t have more wrinkles. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
46:Nothing says a relaxed drinking environment like dead prehistoric animals next door. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
47:Once aboard the Night Spire, Lila barely said a word (Kell would have been thrilled). ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
48:It’s like the cast of The Office suddenly decided to go into the kidnapping business. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
49:mostly it makes me want to pull Lila out of Alexei’s arms and toss her in the pool. I ~ Ally Carter, #NFDB
50:Lila Bard lived by a simple rule: if a thing was worth having, it was worth taking. She ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
51:—¿Qué eres?— preguntó él, sorprendido.
Lila solo se encogió de hombros.
—Terca. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
52:Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale. ~ Lila DiPasqua, #NFDB
53:Wait, is he . . . jealous? Well, who am I not to make the most of this unexpected gift? ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
54:Lila!" he said cheerfully. "So you aren't a figment of my brothers imagination after all. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
55:Lila cringed at the ghost of Barron's words, a memory with edges still too sharp to touch. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
56:Lila!” he said cheerfully. “So you aren’t a figment of my brother’s imagination after all. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
57:Happy birthday to me; happy birthday, and Christmas, and all the other holidays, to me. “No, ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
58:Lila Wingo would take the raw material of a daughter and shape her into a poet and a psychotic. ~ Pat Conroy, #NFDB
59:...I have a difficult time sleeping at night. Especially if there is something hard in my bed. ~ Lila DiPasqua, #NFDB
60:Lila Bard knew in her bones that she was meant to be a pirate. All she needed was a working ship. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
61:No, doofus. It’s the rebel alliance symbol from Star Wars.” Holy shit. I’ve been branded a nerd. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
62:An invitation to literally stomp all over the guy who bruised my heart? Who can turn that down? I ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
63:Lila appeared in my life in first grade and immediately impressed me because she was very bad. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
64:When you pretend diamonds are glass, they end up in the hands of those who cannot appreciate them. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
65:For someone who never stood still, Lila felt like a pin in Kell's world. One he was sure to snag on. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
66:I should invest in some serious real estate in the state of denial; it was fan-fucking-tastic there. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
67:Yes, Mom, I know that I'll never find anybody who loves me with blue hair. That's why I dyed it pink. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
68:Lila era de una belleza casi fea, de esas que encanta a los hombres, pero que también les da miedo. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
69:Open displays of emotion make me more uncomfortable than itching powder in a pair of sandpaper panties, ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
70:Lila had always been good at knowing when she wasn’t alone. People had a presence, a weight in the world. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
71:The sugar was back in Lila Ann Price's voice, but it sounded a little bit like artificial sweetener. ~ Eireann Corrigan, #NFDB
72:Your heart beats with the ancient wisdom of Mother Earth, and it sings in symphony with the dust of stars. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
73:At last, the men retreated to their post, and Lila gave her own mocking bow in Kell’s direction. “Mas vares, ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
74:I’m a goddess right now; everyone should come and offer gifts of chocolate and mojitos. That’s my currency. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
75:Say whatever’s on your mind.” If I had a dollar for every time a man told me that, I would have one dollar. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
76:Did anyone hear him come in?” I asked. They shook their heads. “Great lot we'd be if we were ninja attacked.” I ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
77:I soon had to admit that what I did by myself couldn't excite me, only what Lila touched became important. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
78:Lila would never tell anyone about that time. She knew it would sound very sad, and it wasn’t, really. ~ Marilynne Robinson, #NFDB
79:Oh, fuck me. And not in the nice way, where I have two orgasms and someone makes me breakfast in the morning. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
80:Take Daddy’s hand. And Clara, to Lila’s immense relief, merely walked alongside him without claiming his offer. ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
81:I’m a goddess right now; everyone should come and offer gifts of chocolate and mojitos. That’s my currency. “Do ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
82:Lila Montgomery, you’re gorgeous! I say good for you that you’re not a carrot stick away from certain death. ~ Whitney Dineen, #NFDB
83:Only in the camp less than twenty four hours and I was wrapped in an almost romance and a web of deceit. Lovely. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
84:Be careful now Lila, he touched her chin with his thumb and turned to go back inside, locking the door as she left. ~ Amy Brent, #NFDB
85:What do you want to know?”
Lila returned to the chair and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. “Everything ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
86:One who has made in sport the suns and seas
Mirrors in our being his immense caprice. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, Lila,#NFDB
87:Lila La Diosa De Los Volcanes, Que Suelta Humo Todo El Tiempo Porque El Dios De La Lluvia Le Ha Rociado La Lava ~ Terry Pratchett, #NFDB
88:People either stole to stay alive or to feel alive. She had to imagine that they ran away for the same reasons. Lila ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
89:curves that, while technically all in the right places, also proved that you could have too much of a good thing. My ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
90:Not for you,” Lila replies ardently, “you’re my brilliant friend, you have to be the best of all, boys and girls. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
91:A World-adventurer borne on Destiny’s wing
Gambles with death and triumph, joy and grief. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, Lila,#NFDB
92:How did you lose it?” he asked. Lila frowned. “Lose what?” His weathered fingers drifted up beneath her chin. “Your eye. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
93:Opportunity knocks. And when it doesn’t knock, it kicks down the fucking door and robs you at gunpoint,” Meredith says, ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
94:I fled down the street, limping from the loss of my shoe, hearing the horns of passing cars but not caring, just needing ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
95:Lila can't be a model until she's at least 21. She is already a mini-me - it is scary. She already has her own beauty kit. ~ Kate Moss, #NFDB
96:She just wanted to have someone to love and someone who would love her back. Was that too much to ask? Lila’s musings ~ Whitney Dineen, #NFDB
97:Después le tendí el libro a Lila, le dije: ¿Quieres verlo? Ella respondió que no con la cabeza y una mueca displicente. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
98:Lila smiled at that, one of those smiles that made Kell profoundly nervous. The kind of smile usually followed by a weapon. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
99:Sometimes a soul gets pieced together wrong. But you can’t just fix it—it has to get torn apart and put back the right way. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
100:Horseshit? Fuck you. I will defend my Belle and Mulan awesome warrior princess road comedy fan fiction to the fucking death. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
101:My daughter, Lila, is my style critic. She'll say, "No, Mummy, you can't wear that." She's very good. I do trust her instinct. ~ Kate Moss, #NFDB
102:Third of all, have you seen that hand-stitching? No, you have not, because it is perfect and not calling attention to itself. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
103:...he was such an ass—I mean if he was any more of an ass, he’d be saddled and ridden in a small pueblo in Mexico.
--Ashland ~ Lila Felix,#NFDB
104:I knew - perhaps I hoped - that no form could ever contain Lila, and that sooner or later she would break everything again. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
105:Lila had been the water flowing over the jagged rocks of her anger & fear, smoothing them out with her infinite patience. ~ Vivi Andrews, #NFDB
106:I’m not going to prison,” I blurt out. “I’m too soft. I watched Orange is the New Black. I don’t want to eat tampon sandwiches. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
107:Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.” ~ Lila DiPasqua Anonymous quotation ~ Lila DiPasqua, #NFDB
108:because it’s a law of the universe that all men swear in their native tongue. And I must say, your usage was quite colorful.” Lila ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
109:Lila. A soft name but she used it like a knife, slashing out the first syllable, the second barely a whisper of metal through air. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
110:Meredith Chambers, hottest romance agent in New York, filthiest mouth east of the Mississippi. Or west, come to think of it. Some ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
111:This was more than the mate-claim. It was more than love. More than a fluttering of our hearts, or a tingle when she entered a room. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
112:Are you as famous in your world as Kell is here?”
Lila thought of the wanted posters lining her London. “Not for the same reasons. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
113:In the midst of a full-blown disaster – with the house apparently self-destructing around them – Lila was calmly filing her nails. ~ Francine Pascal, #NFDB
114:(...)Lila, one of these days, you're going to get yourself killed."
"Would you miss me?" she asked.
"Like an itch," he shot back. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
115:Misses everything,” Lila said, and gave the faintest smile. “It’s like a joke. Like, there should be a Mister Everything somewhere. ~ Jennifer Weiner, #NFDB
116:Imagine a world full of Elizabeth Wakefields,' Lila said. 'Could you imagine a duller, more predictable place? I think I’d go crazy. ~ Francine Pascal, #NFDB
117:Damn, woman. Your are so freaking lucky," she said, glancing from Caden to Eli. "Just from the looks they give you I could come in my pants. ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
118:It’s stress, you condescending asshole! Believe it or not, I can actually be upset about things when blood isn’t leaking out of my vagina! ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
119:You’re really doing well, it’s the satisfaction you get from school, it’s love,” Lila said to me, and I felt that she was a little sad. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
120:I apologize for anything I might have done. I was not myself.” “I apologize for shooting you in the leg,” said Lila. “I was myself entirely. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
121:You lied to me, Asher. You made me believe in myself, and then you took that away from me. You took everything I loved and you made it a lie. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
122:I apologize for anything I might have done. I was not myself.”
“I apologize for shooting you in the leg.” said Lila. “I was myself entirely. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
123:If Mr. Darcy was a modern man with a rolling suitcase, a stick shoved way up his ass, and no actual redeemable qualities, he might be this guy. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
124:Lila closed her mouth, but the scream continued. It was the insane scream of an hysterical woman, and it came from the throat of Norman Bates. ~ Robert Bloch, #NFDB
125:Lila had never really bought into fate, but like most people who disavowed religion, she could summon a measure of belief when it was necessary. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
126:What are we drinking to?"
"The living," said Rhy.
"The dead," said Alucard and Lila at the same time.
"We're being thorough," added Rhy. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
127:Sometimes, when life gets complicated and stressful, it helps to concentrate on something comparatively soothing and simple, like violent murder. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
128:Hair-trigger temper? Stevie! Inability to trust men? Stevie! Global warming? Probably Stevie! Especially since he’s always leaving the fridge open. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
129:Where have you been?" Lila smirked. "Why did you miss me?" Kell opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again before finally managing to answer, "Yes. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
130:He’d been all geared up for a night alone with Lila, fulfilling her fantasies before he popped the question when she was too sated to say no. He hoped. ~ Cari Quinn, #NFDB
131:How inappropriate,’ Lila said coldly. ‘Who’d ever dream of showing up at a dance in a wheelchair? What does she think she’s going to do all night? ~ Francine Pascal, #NFDB
132:I haven’t been with anyone since you, Lila. I don’t want to be with anyone, but you. You…you wrecked me. I didn’t see you coming, but you took me over. ~ L B Dunbar, #NFDB
133:One way or the other, come back to me, in a month, or a year, when you’re old, a haunt in my dreams, an invasion of my sanity, make a way to come back. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
134:Mattie rolled his eyes. "And I've have my fair share of ugly in my life, so I'm kind of used to it".
"You better not be referring to me, sack-sucker". ~ Lila Rose,#NFDB
135:Okay, either this guy was hiding his good qualities with all the skill and dedication of a highly trained CIA operative, or he was just a douche-bag. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
136:Then Pasquale himself began to be silent, defeated by Lila’s capacity to link one thing to another in a chain that tightened around you on all sides. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
137:I’m Lila, and yes, he’s crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he’s obviously gotten crazier over time. ~ Holly Black, #NFDB
138:Lila shook her head skeptically. She was trying to understand, we were both trying to understand, and understanding was something that we loved to do. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
139:He listened to the shhk of metal sliding home, then turned to find Lila waiting, her back purposely to the tavern, as if her present were already her past. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
140:Soy igual de culpable, y esta rutina me ha llevado a lastimar a Lila. Pronto, las malditas malas decisiones devastaran esta familia, Dios, soy un idiota. ~ Katie McGarry, #NFDB
141:I’m Lila, and yes, he’s crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he’s obviously gotten crazier over
time. ~ Holly Black,#NFDB
142:She dragged her head up and saw Kell standing in the road, the strange magical boy in his black coat, looking breathless and angry. Lila couldn’t believe it. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
143:Lila never knew people could be so mean. She was mean, too, because the sadness in that house was like a dream that made everything strange and wrong. ~ Marilynne Robinson, #NFDB
144:She raised her face defiantly, and the sharp shadow line slashed across her neck. For a moment, it looked as though somebody had just cut off Lila's head... ~ Robert Bloch, #NFDB
145:Christmas carols play as I ride the escalator. I want to sing along, adding my own lyrics. Joy to the world/ Your flight is in/ Please don’t for-get your bags. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
146:Rules? Did somebody say something about rules? What are these rules you speak of? Nope, no rules here. No comprende. These are not the rules you’re looking for. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
147:Nino tem algo que o devora por dentro, assim como Lila, o que é um dom e um sofrimento, não são alegres, não se abandonam, temem o que acontece a ser redor... ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
148:Rhy laughed silently. “I apologize for anything I might have done. I was not myself.” “I apologize for shooting you in the leg,” said Lila. “I was myself entirely. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
149:I need your help," says the tiny figure. Her voice is sad and soft and sounds like Lila's, but with an odd accent that might just be how cats sound when they talk. ~ Holly Black, #NFDB
150:Don't kill the messenger," said Lila when the two were gone, "but I think the princess is trying to get into your"-- her gaze trailed Kell up and down-- "good graces. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
151:She would be a girl; Lila had seen her on the ultrasound. A baby girl. Tiny hands and tiny feet and a tiny heart and lungs, floating in the warm broth of her body. ~ Justin Cronin, #NFDB
152:Don't you have enough knives?" he grumbled, his lip thrust forward in a pout.
Lila's smile sharpened. "No such thing," she said, wrapping her fingers around the blade. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
153:It wasn't like there was a dating and mating website for bear shifters. If there had been, its mascot would have been that yellow Care Bear with the heart on its stomach. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
154:Lila knew what it felt like to want something, knew the way it whispered and sang and screamed in your bones. And this felt like that, but wasn’t. An impostor of longing. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
155:Ah well. When in Vegas, ignore the douches, let the good times roll, and always carry a spare set of panties in your purse, just in case. That’s what Mom used to tell me. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
156:Ananda is the presence of the Self and Master of our being and the stream of its out-flowing can be the pure joy of his Lila. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga, The Ananda Brahman, #NFDB
157:Bad magic, Kell had called it.
No, thought Lila now. Clever magic.
And clever was more dangerous than bad any day of the week. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
158:Doll face, even if I'm a guy, I'm 100 percent gay. My hot dog won't even get hard over staring at your bun. It's all good. I know what I'm doing. Low, come and hold her hand. ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
159:I knew as soon as I stepped out of my bedroom with a stiff dick and a hard yet sweet beat in my chest that I was gonna prepare myself to be everything I needed to be for her. ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
160:Segno che forse Lila aveva ragione: la gente di quella risma bisognava combatterla conquistandosi una vita superiore, di quelle che loro non potevano nemmeno immaginare. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
161:The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands. ~ Beth Kephart, #NFDB
162:Kell managed an echo of her smile, and [Lila] gasped. "What's that on your face?"
The smile vanished. "What?"
"Never mind," she said, laughing. "It's gone. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
163:Nino has something that's eating him inside, like Lila, and it's a gift and a suffering; they aren't content, they never give in, they fear what is happening around them. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
164:Crown made my belly flutter even when I begged it to stop.
Until he opened his mouth.
When Crown opened his mouth, I wanted to bust him over the head with a lasagna pan. ~ Lila Felix,#NFDB
165:Lila Kate will always be my baby girl. I will cherish and love her until the day I die. But you . . . you’re the love of my life. You’re my forever. I’ll grow old loving you. ~ Abbi Glines, #NFDB
166:Lila walked by with her nose in the air. In a straight line behind her, six obedient kindergartners waddled like baby geese, singing in unison, 'Row, row, row your yacht... ~ Francine Pascal, #NFDB
167:You look hot yourself, biker-man. So hot, I'm wet already.” He closed his eyes and groaned. “Shit, Dee. I want my fingers in you so much right now, just so I can taste you again. ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
168:It's Lila--come on, Jack. She might be a little impulsive but that doesn't make her a sociopath.'
I swivelled my gaze to Jack, trying my best not to look like a sociopath. ~ Sarah Alderson,#NFDB
169:Sure I do,” countered Lila cheerfully. “There’s Dull London, Kell London, Creepy London, and Dead London,” she recited, ticking them off on her fingers. “See? I’m a fast learner. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
170:Oh, fuck me. And not in the nice way, where I have two orgasms and someone makes me breakfast in the morning. The door opens, and Mike and that douche lizard Nate Wexler get out. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
171:We do not read in order to turn great works of fiction into simplistic replicas of our own realities, we read for the pure, sensual, and unadulterated pleasure of reading. ~ Lila Azam Zanganeh, #NFDB
172:At the fourth flight Lila did something unexpected. She stopped to wait for me, and when I reached her she gave me her hand. This gesture changed everything between us forever. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
173:The slow self-manifesting birth of God in Matter is the purpose of the terrestrial Lila. ~ Sri Aurobindo, "Sri Aurobindo’s Lila - The Nature of Divine Play According to Integral Advaita", p. 68, #NFDB
174:What do you thing you're doing?" The question was directed at Lila.
"Just having a bit of fun," she said.
"You can't go around making people."
"Obviously I can," she said ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
175:Henry-despite his youth, his inexperience, and above all his profound gratitude for having just lost his virginity-made a mental note that this girl Lila was something of an idiot. ~ Lisa Grunwald, #NFDB
176:I could ride his tongue for hours, but then his fingers are back, pushing, thrusting, and I could ride those, too. Especially when his mouth returns to my clit, circling and sucking. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
177:Lila McCormick—you’re partnered with Rico Vega.”
Lila groaned, “No,” while Rico pumped his fist twice to his heart and then raised a finger to the sky. “ Gracias a dios. ~ Katie McGarry,#NFDB
178:And then the door burst open, and Lila Bard stormed in (...) and Rhy watched his brother move toward her as naturally as if the world had simply tipped.
For Kell, apparently, it had. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
179:Lila,” I called after her. She tipped her wings so I could see her claw and flipped me off. I laughed. “Don’t be like that!” She barrel rolled and flipped me off with the other claw. ~ Shannon Mayer, #NFDB
180:But if you ask me, it's a waste of time. Norman Bates is no murderer." The word emerged, just like any other word, and died away. But its echo lingered. Sam heard it and Lila heard it. ~ Robert Bloch, #NFDB
181:It doesn’t bother you, that everyone believes different things?” “Why should it?” he asked. “We all believe the same thing really, we simply give it different names. Hardly a crime.” Lila ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
182:She calls me 'bird boy' and Hawkeye every time she gets a chance. Last year she bought me a bow and arrow for my birthday and told me it was for when the Avengers were called into action. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
183:This was the doorway to the heart of the Great Keep. The one place
any son of Lila Jane Evers Wate would instinctively find his way,
whether or not he was a Wayward.
The library. ~ Kami Garcia,#NFDB
184:It’s not often for me that reality is better than fantasy. This is one of those times. Reed next to me, in my bed, breathing against my chest. She was the Diane Court to my Lloyed Dobler. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
185:Kell swept Lila up into his arms, amazed at her lightness. She took up so much space in the world—in his world—it was hard to imagine her being so slight. In his mind, she was made of stone. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
186:Perhaps power had to be tended, like Tieren said, but not all things grew in gardens. Plenty of plants grew wild. And Lila had always thought of herself more as a weed than a rose bush. ~ Victoria Schwab, #NFDB
187:They have insurance, and my insurance has been ripping me off for years. I owe them one.” “How do you know it’s the same insurance company?” said Lila. “They’re all owned by Satan. Let’s go. ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
188:The dude sits up, groaning and rubbing his head. Then he says, in a perfectly normal American accent, “The fuck is wrong with you people? Jesus, I think I got a lump the size of a goddamn egg. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
189:He walked up, wound an arm around my waist and brought me flush against him. With his other hand, he cupped my jaw and tilted my head up to meet his amused gaze. “You down with this?” “With what? ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
190:There was probably a spell, but Lila didn’t know it, and she was too tired to summon air or wood or anything else, so instead she simply summoned the last of her strength and kicked the door in. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
191:A king of greatness and a slave of love,
Host of the stars and guest in Nature’s inn,
A high spectator spirit throned above,
A pawn of passion in the game divine. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, Lila,#NFDB
192:I bit my lip and nodded as tears filled my eyes. “You saved me, Zara. I would have been lost without you. But you saved me, and I’m so happy you let me be here for this miracle. I love you too, bitch. ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
193:Lila is right, one writes not so much to write, one writes to inflict pain on those who wish to inflict pain. The pain of words against the pain of kicks and punches and the instruments of death. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
194:The wheel goes round and round and round forever. Pleasure, pain, birth and death, lifetime after lifetime, it is endless. All sentient beings experience this, the endless dance of life, the lila. ~ Frederick Lenz, #NFDB
195:It’s magic. It’s perfect. It’s hands-down the sexiest moment of my entire life.
And then my stomach gurgles loudly.
Zach pulls away, smiling. “Was that you, or a truck passing somewhere? ~ Lila Monroe,#NFDB
196:I want to check into a hotel for the night, order room service, and eat French fries while watching reality TV until I’m fucking comatose. Then I want to sleep for sixteen hours.” Motherhood is a joy. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
197:He tried to talk to me in the car, but I just put my sunglasses on, plugged my earbuds in, and blasted Beyoncé all the way back to New York City. When life gives you lemons, put Lemonade on repeat play. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
198:We all started off this way - small little bundles of joy. Me, Aires, Noah, Lila, Isaiah and even Beth. At some point, someone held us and loved us, but somewhere along the way, it all got screwed up. ~ Katie McGarry, #NFDB
199:Good night, then.” He brushes past me and leaves, closing the door behind him. Jerk. Oh God, my boss is a hot jerk. My stomach sinks as I sit down on the bed. What in the world have I gotten myself into? ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
200:You have more fun with her than you do on your own. Everything’s an adventure. You’re compatible in the ways that matter. The sex is hot. And you trust that she’ll be next to you, no matter what happens. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
201:It was here in the darkness of night and warmth of my bed that I made my confession, inside myself and silently to her. I loved her. It was too fast, too rushed, too new, but I didn’t care. I loved her. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
202:Lila sat in the passenger seat and I sat in the driver’s side of Aires’ 1965 Corvette. She’d come home with me to act as my barrier for Family Friday—or as I liked to refer to it, Dinner for the Damned. ~ Katie McGarry, #NFDB
203:And when it comes to men . . . well, who wants a guy who’s three minutes and done when you could have a Mr. ‘Rock Your World All Night Long And Why Not Another Whirl In The Morning?’ Ahem. Just saying. But ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
204:Remember always that you too are Brahman and the divine Shakti is working in you; reach out always to the realisation of God's omnipotence and his delight in the Lila. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays In Philosophy And Yoga, [T5], #NFDB
205:The noun lila means anything from sport, dalliance, play to any languid or amorous gesture in a woman. ~ V.S. Apte (1965), quoted in in Sri Aurobindo’s Lila - The Nature of Divine Play According to Integral Advaita, p. 68, #NFDB
206:Lila looked to Kell. “You didn’t teach me this one.”
His jaw was slack. “I … I didn’t know it.”
Holland gave them both a bland look. “Amazing,” he said dryly. “There are still things you haven’t learned. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
207:When I get to heaven, it’s going to be a bakery,” I sigh with pleasure, tearing into another roll. “Nothing but butter croissants as far as the eye can see. Or a doughnut shop. Or a bakery-slash-doughnut shop. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
208:You don’t have to come with me,” Ash said. “I only brought you along because you’re good with a knife. And got us the uniforms. And the explosives.”
Lila snorted. “Sorry I’m not pulling my weight. ~ Cinda Williams Chima,#NFDB
209:I'm staring and I need to stop, but seeing her inhibits brain function. Girls don't know it, but standing in the presence of beauty impairs guys. At least, it impairs me. Screw it. It's Lila. Lila impairs me. ~ Katie McGarry, #NFDB
210:Hastra paled, and Kell swept Lila up into his arms, amazed at her lightness. She took up so much space in the world—in his world—it was hard to imagine her being so slight. In his mind, she was made of stone. Her ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
211:Lila had no particular notion of what the word 'married' meant, except that there was an endless, pleasant joke between them that excluded everybody else and that all the rest of them were welcome to admire. ~ Marilynne Robinson, #NFDB
212:Kell looked her in the eyes. “You will be trapped there,” he said. “When it is over.”
Lila shivered. “Perhaps,” she said, “or perhaps I will go with you to the end of the world. After all, you’ve made me curious. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
213:He stood, got Swan from her chair and placed her on her feet. She padded her small feet around the table to me, and before I knew what she was going to do, she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. My ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
214:Sometimes he worried that the coat had a mind of its own. The only other person who'd ever managed to find what they wanted in its pockets was Lila. He'd never managed to find out how she'd done that. Traitorous coat. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
215:The name of the place was Is Vesnara Shast, which translated to The Wandering Road. What Lila didn’t know, not until she saw Lenos’s unease, was that the Arnesian word for road—shast—was the same as the word for soul. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
216:But Lila, to whom that sounded like the thickest of bullshit, thought the idea of grabbing a coffee in a city watched over by an alien mothership and patrolled by alien animals was like singing in sinking lifeboats. Her ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
217:Your friend Lila is calling from her car phone,' Ned said, half amused and half annoyed. 'Apparently something earth-shattering has come up, and unless she can talk to you this very second, she claims she will die. ~ Francine Pascal, #NFDB
218:Because that’s all that any of us are really looking for. Someone to see us for our best, and love us at our worst. It may be cheesy as hell, but there’s a reason the classics stick around. Love never goes out of style. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
219:Mom and Zacharov?"
I shrug. "I know. It's weird, right? I'm trying really hard not to think about it."
"You mean about the part that if Zacharov and Mom got married, that would make you and Lila brother and sister? ~ Holly Black,#NFDB
220:My throat goes dry. I try to come up with a verbal response, but I can’t get a word out. Say something. Anything. Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Wait, am I Shakespeare-ing? Gah! Think, Paige! ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
221:My father was a vulture. My mother was a magpie. My oldest brother is a crow. My sister, a sparrow. I have never really been a bird."
Lila resisted the urge to say he might have been a peacock. It didn't seem the time. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
222:Thanks,” I say, taking a delicious sip, then look at him sideways. “You’re not trying to get me drunk, are you? Because spoiler alert: you don’t need to if you want to get lucky.”
Zach laughs. “Good to know. Hungry? ~ Lila Monroe,#NFDB
223:Who cares what the others think? Fuck, brother, we’re all searching for what’s ours. I found mine in my little bird. Dive found his in Mena and so on. Have you found yours? If so, don’t let anything stop you from keepin’ it. ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
224:I park, turn off the car, and take a deep breath. I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. I repeat the Litany Against Fear over and over in my mind. Forget my years at Delta Zeta, the Bene Gesserit are my true sisterhood. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
225:We’ll have a ton of fun tracking down whatever insane shit we did last night. A regular Nick and Nora Charles, that’s us. Except without the insane amount of drinking and the murder mystery. Well. Without one of those things. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
226:You partook of my virtue, m’lord,” I say, not meeting his eyes. When I get nervous, I go straight to Renaissance Faire speak. It’s just easier to handle reality when I imagine I’m in a corset with a turkey drumstick, I guess. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
227:So will you. Don’t pretend you won’t.” Silence settled over them. “You’re right,” said Kell at last, and to Holland’s surprise—though it shouldn’t have surprised him anymore—Lila Bard cracked a smile. It was hard and humorless. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
228:The rich strutted around, assuming they'd be safe, so long as they stayed in the good parts of town. But Lila knew there were no good parts. Only smart parts and stupid parts, and she was quick enough to know which one to play. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
229:We haven’t actually laid eyes on Lila yet, but I can hear her moving around in the room next door, noisy but unseen. Like a very entitled, very tortured poltergeist. I’m half afraid she’ll float through the wall at any minute. ~ Ally Carter, #NFDB
230:I'm not stupid," I muttered lamely.
"Well, why else would you tell Alex to go anywhere? What will we do for eye candy now? Were you thinking of Nate at all? Were you thinking of me? I think you're incredibly selfish, Lila. ~ Sarah Alderson,#NFDB
231:Love isn’t crazy. Love isn’t a degree of insanity. Love is sanity at its purest. It forces your soul to make a rational choice—a choice to make another person’s happiness your priority, to allow them access to your heart and soul. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
232:I check my email again—nothing—and try calling. The result is even more nothing. Nothing for everyone. We have a last minute sale on nothing, please bring all your nothing to the checkout counter. It is the Black Friday of nothing. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
233:Lila always knew what she wanted and got it; I don’t want anything, I’m made of nothing. I hoped to wake in the morning without desires. Once I was emptied—I imagined—the affection of Antonio, my affection for him will be enough. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
234:Why are you so obsessed with my girlfriends?” he said, lounging against the wall in a way that would have incited riots if he’d been in public. “I’m not obsessed! You just keep bringing them around here and throwing them in my face! ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
235:Do you think I'm stupid? Only a fool would use a fast-acting poison on a target with a taster. The taster goes down before the king gets it into his system."
Lila blinked at him, as if surprised by this display of logic. ~ Cinda Williams Chima,#NFDB
236:In Hindu philosophy the whole creation is regarded as the Vishnu Lila, the play of Vishnu. Lila means dance or play. Also in Hindu philosophy, they call the world illusion; and in Latin the root of the word illusion is ludere, to play. ~ Alan Watts, #NFDB
237:I wondered if I was like a drug addict going through withdrawal. I had all the symptoms, my physical dependence on Lila showing its ugly self.
My depression and anxiety spiked, and I craved her more than I ever had before. I needed her. ~ K I Lynn,#NFDB
238:You are my everything, my future, my Lila. I’m in love with you. I’m so in love with you I can’t even imagine my life without you. You fill my heart and you make me whole. No one will ever compare to you or the way you make me feel. ~ K I Lynn, #NFDB
239:Io - dopo tanta fatica - non so pensare. Nemmeno Mariarosa sa: ha letto pagine e pagine e le ricombina con estro, dando spettacolo. Tutto qui. Lila invece sa. E' la sua natura. Se avesse studiato, avrebbe saputo pensare a questo modo. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
240:I think that may be the first time since you hit puberty you’ve let a beautiful woman get away unmolested. (Cruel)
Yeah, well, Lila’s a ubiquitous slut. Someone should paint an X on her back and mark it ‘This side down.’ (Callien) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon,#NFDB
241:My daughter Lila loves the smell of gasoline - she always says, 'Mummy, keep the door open,' when I'm filling up the car. I've heard it is one of the most preferred scents in the world - maybe that's something to study for my next fragrance! ~ Kate Moss, #NFDB
242:They’re married people.” Lila had no particular notion of what the word “married” meant, except that there was an endless, pleasant joke between them that excluded everybody else and that all the rest of them were welcome to admire. ~ Marilynne Robinson, #NFDB
243:What does freedom mean if we accept the fundamental premise that humans are social beings, raised in certain social and historical contexts and belonging to particular communities that shape their desires and understandings of the world? ~ Lila Abu Lughod, #NFDB
244:Honestly,’ she said when they were out of Bruce’s earshot, ‘he’s as bad in the kitchen as you are. What do you people do on the servant’s night off, anyway?’ Lila looked Jessica straight in the eye. 'Cold lobster and caviar,’ she said earnestly. ~ Francine Pascal, #NFDB
245:(Yeah, I couldn’t believe I let that last one slip either. If he ever brought that up around anyone else, I was going to deck him. And then deny everything. And then hopefully be swallowed up by the earth underneath me before anyone could laugh.) No ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
246:qu'arriverait-il si l'homme qui prétendait être son mari se détournait de Lila? Rien. Et s'il n'y avait finalement pas d'enfant? Il y aurait un soir et un matin. Le silence du monde lui faisait aussi mal que s'il se moquait ouvertement d'elle. ~ Marilynne Robinson, #NFDB
247:It was better not to care—Lila tried not to care—but sometimes, people got in. Like a knife against armor, they found the cracks, slid past the guard, and you didn’t know how deep they were buried until they were gone and you were bleeding on the floor. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
248:Lila had always thought of secrets like gold coins. They could be hoarded, or put to use, but once you spent them, or lost them, it was a beast to get your hands on more. Because of that, she’d always guarded her secrets, prized them above any take. The ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
249:Mrs. Bates continued with her list of assigned partners while Lila knelt next to her, begging for a change of heart.
Rico chuckled. “I’m off to peel my partner off the floor.” He yelled to Lila as he walked toward her, “Casate conmigo, diosa. ~ Katie McGarry,#NFDB
250:heat flashed in his eyes like a tiger spying its prey, and my panties liquefied. Then like a flash, he was all detached amusement again, a bored god surveying the lowly human and her foibles, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d imagined the whole thing. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
251:I see a future when I look at you. I see hope for something more. I see a glimmer where there was only darkness. I will be your hiding place, you don’t have to hide by yourself—just keep being my light. As long as I can see the light, I know I can make it. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
252:She possessed intelligence and didn't put it to use but, rather, wasted it, like a great lady for whom all the riches of the world are merely a sign of vulgarity. That was the fact that must have beguiled Nino: the gratuitousness of Lila's intelligence. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
253:You think this is a bad idea," he said. It wasn't a question. But it sparked something in Lila, rekindled the fire in her eyes and ignited a grin.
"Without a doubt."
"Then why are you smiling?"
"Because," she said, "bad ideas are my favorite kind. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
254:Kell shook his head. "No," he said. "It is Vitari. In a way, I suppose it is pure. But it is pure potential, pure, power, pure magic."
"And no humanity," said Lila. "No harmony."
Kell nodded. "Purity without balance is its own corruption. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
255:Can we get them some ring pops, like in the proposal scene in Deadpool? Will I have to carry them down the aisle clenched in my ass, just like in Deadpool? Why the fuck am I thinking about Deadpool so much? Besides the fact that that movie is perfect, I mean. Mike ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
256:Oh–it’s just–well, all I can say is, I’d never do anything so –so déclassé,' she finished on a note of smug satisfaction.
Narrowing her eyes, Jessica glared at the phone in her hand. Where did Lila get off being so superior, using words like 'déclassé'? ~ Francine Pascal,#NFDB
257:My seven a.m. teacher was from France. And he spoke Frenglish. Sometimes it was funny, but when he announced which chapters we should study and the names came out in English, but the chapter numbers came out in French, I wanted to strangle the sacre bleu out of him. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
258:Careful now,” said Barron when she reached the tavern steps. She hadn’t heard him come out. “Someone might think you’ve got a heart under all that brass.” “No heart,” said Lila, pulling aside her cloak to reveal the holstered pistol and one of her knives. “Just these. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
259:Names are important,” she said, twirling the cord. “Mine is Ojka, and I have orders to keep you out.” Beyond the doors, Kell let out a scream of frustration, a sob of pain. “My name is Lila Bard,” she answered, drawing her favorite knife, “and I don’t give a damn.” Ojka ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
260:Names are important," she said, twirling the cord. "Mine is Ojka, and I have orders to keep you out."
Beyond the doors, Kell let out a scream of frustration, a sob of pain.
"My name is Lila Bard," she answered, drawing her favorite knife, "and I don't give a damn. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
261:If these men worshipped anything, they worshipped magic, which she supposed would be heresy back in Grey London. But then again, Christians worshipped an old man in the sky, and if Lila had to say which one seemed more real at the moment, she’d have to side with magic. ~ Victoria Schwab, #NFDB
262:You are so fucking sexy, Lila, that all I can think of doing right now is bending you over that table and slamming into you again and again. Hard. My cock is like fucking steel at the thought of being inside you again. You need to be punished for making me want you this much. ~ K I Lynn, #NFDB
263:I learned a lot of things on that trip around the country. To recognize a good thing when it’s right in front of me.” He looks at me. “That great things come out of working as a team. And that there are people and places worth sticking around for and dedicating yourself to. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
264:In mauve sea-orchids as in her striking earlier book Guardians of the Secret, Lila Zemborain brings into relationship the viscera of the body and the spill of the universe in tense compositions that blur distinctions between lyric and prose poetry, between science and eros. ~ Forrest Gander, #NFDB
265:Wicked Abyss, page 279, Lila, Princess Calliope of Sylvan to Abyssian "Sian" Infernas, King of Pandemonia
"There's a face to the violence you love so much, a cost that the Morior never have to pay. Why wouldn't you love war? You never feel the toll like the rest of us. ~ Kresley Cole,#NFDB
266:You don’t know anything about these worlds,” he said, but the fight was bleeding out of his voice. “Sure I do,” countered Lila cheerfully. “There’s Dull London, Kell London, Creepy London, and Dead London,” she recited, ticking them off on her fingers. “See? I’m a fast learner. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
267:She straightened. “You tried to seduce me, for information.”
“You can’t hold that against me forever.”
“It was last night.”
“Well I was running out of options, and I figured it was worth a shot.”
Lila rolled her eyes. “You really know how to make a girl feel special. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
268:Lila backed away toward the curtain. "Do you just... stand here until I need you?"
The woman smiled and dug a volume from a pocket. "I have a book."
"Let me guess, a religious text?"
"Actually," said Ister, perching on the low couch, "it's about pirates."
Lila smiled. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
269:I mentally built an entire lobster death tank just for him. With radioactive mutant lobsters. Poisonous radioactive mutant lobsters. With lasers and chainsaws. Would little lobster handguns be overdoing it? It’s just—aaaaaargh! Such. An. Asshole. And he was never going to change! ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
270:Lila’s world may believe in Heaven and Hell, but his believed in dust. He was taught early that magic reclaimed magic, and earth reclaimed earth, the two dividing when the body died, the person they had combined to be simply forfeit, lost. Nothing lasted. Nothing remained. Growing ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
271:—No. No vuelvas a pensar así. No tiene nada que ver con eso. Lo que sea que puedes hacer, cualquier habilidad que tengas, todavía eres Lila. Es parte de ti; quién eres. Y no cambiaría nada de ti, que no sea tal vez tu inclinación a salir corriendo —añadió en el último momento. ~ Sarah Alderson, #NFDB
272:Ah, the violence: tearing, killing, ripping. Lila, between fascination and horror, spoke to me in a mixture of dialect, Italian, and very educated quotations that she had taken from who knows where and remembered by heart. The entire planet, she said, is a big Fosso Carbonario. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
273:I thought: yes, Lila is right, the beauty of things is a trick, the sky is the throne of fear; I'm alive, now, here, ten steps from the water, and it is not beautiful, it's terrifying; along with this beach, the sea, the swarm of animal forms, I am part of the universal terror. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
274:As I now often tell my daughter Lila, no matter what stage of life you're in, when you want something - no matter how impossible it seems - you need to fight for it. When you believe in something, fight for it. And when you see injustice, fight harder than you've ever fought before. ~ Brad Meltzer, #NFDB
275:It’s not my name. It’s Lola Sinclair’s name. And right underneath, beside Groom . . . . “Peyton Manning?” I say, looking up at Nate in bewilderment. He nods. “The man is a fucking god. You can’t blame me for wanting to be him for one drunken night, even in a Las Vegas wedding chapel. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
276:Meredith Chambers, hottest romance agent in New York, filthiest mouth east of the Mississippi. Or west, come to think of it. Some women walking by give her a shocked, slightly annoyed expression. She responds with aplomb. “Legs together, ladies. I’m not afraid of a little muff diving. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
277:Next to her, in the place where we were born, I was only a decoration, that is, I bore witness to Lila’s merits. Those who had known us from birth attributed to her, to the force of her attraction, the fact that the neighborhood could have on its streets an esteemed person like me. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
278:Tiny understatement. Actually, massive understatement. It’s an understatement so massive it sucks in all surrounding matter, condensing it into nothingness.” “A black hole understatement,” he says. God, he understands my astrophysics analogies. Even underwater, my panties are on fire. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
279:Lila stretches the hem of her tank top over her hips as she moves toward me. When she sits, it's with her thigh melting against mine. Her heat radiates past my jeans to my skin. Every single cell within my body sizzles to life. Play this right, Lincoln. She deserves a man, not a boy. ~ Katie McGarry, #NFDB
280:Perhaps Lila was right: my book—even though it was having so much success—really was bad, and this was because it was well organized, because it was written with obsessive care, because I hadn’t been able to imitate the disjointed, unaesthetic, illogical, shapeless banality of things. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
281:Lila!” she said, wincing again. “Such language, honey! Your parents don’t let you swear like that around them, do they?” Whoadie folded her arms. “Well, no, they didn’t used to,” she said. “But they both died in a hurricane when I was little, so now I get to say whatever the fuck I want. ~ Ernest Cline, #NFDB
282:There were moments when Lila wondered how the hell she’d gotten here. Which steps—and missteps—she’d taken. A year ago she’d been a thief in another London. A month ago she’d been a pirate, sailing on the open seas. A week ago she’d been a magician in the Essen Tasch. And now she was this. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
283:And you couldn’t control who you loved, even if you wanted to. That had been Genevieve’s problem with Ethan Carter Wate. It had been Uncle Macon’s problem with Lila, Link’s with Ridley. Probably even Ridley’s with Link.
Love was how all these knots started to unravel in the first place. ~ Kami Garcia,#NFDB
284:I stared into his eyes and waited his response. Neither one of us moved. Dear God, Lila and Natalie were right. He was hot. How could i have missed a body built like this? His unzipped jacket exposed hit t-shirt, so tight i could see the curve of his muscles. And those dark brown eyes... ~ Katie McGarry, #NFDB
285:He would see her again. He knew he would. Magic bent the world. Pulled it into shape. There were fixed points. Most of the time they were places. But sometimes, rarely, they were people. For someone who never stood still, Lila felt like a pin in Kell's world. One he was sure to snag on. ~ Victoria Schwab, #NFDB
286:She'd been in labor for nineteen hours; I completely understood why she wanted to pass the buck. 'You are so beautiful,' her husband crooned, holding up her shoulders.
'You are so full of shit,' Lila snarled, but as a contraction settled over her like a net, she bore down and pushed. ~ Jodi Picoult,#NFDB
287:Ocurre a veces que las nubes se acumulan desordenadamente en el horizonte, y el sol, escondiéndose tras ellas, las pinta con todos los colores posibles: purpúreo anaranjado, dorado lila, rosado sucio; una nubecilla se parece a un monje, otra a un pez, otra más a un turco tocado con un turbante. ~ Anton Chekhov, #NFDB
288:Rino’s mother is named Raffaella Cerullo, but everyone has always called her Lina. Not me, I’ve never used either her first name or her last. To me, for more than sixty years, she’s been Lila. If I were to call her Lina or Raffaella, suddenly, like that, she would think our friendship was over. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
289:The peacefulness of the summer day was broken only by Elizabeth’s laughter and Lila’s occasional bark as the two played a game only they understood. He ached for moments like this one. A tiny taste of what it would be like to belong to this family, this house. To be a father. A husband. “I’m ~ Johnnie Alexander, #NFDB
290:He would see her again. He knew he would. Magic bent the world. Pulled it into shape. There were fixed points. Most of the time those points were places. But sometimes, rarely, they were people. For someone who never stood still, Lila still felt like a pin in Kell’s world. One he was sure to snag on. He ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
291:The entire sky erupted into hundreds of streaks of light. I never felt so alive. I wished that you were here with me or me with you. But I think you were. Call me crazy, but it was a moment, Lila, and I'm glad I shared it with you. Even if it was from a couple hundred miles away. ~ Katie McGarryLincoln ~ Katie McGarry, #NFDB
292:Where’s Penny?” he asked. “Stuck at home.” Jason hoisted an ice chest. “She’s in heat.” “Are you going to breed her?” “Maybe next time. Are you wanting a puppy?” “Not really. Though I seem to be losing Lila to Elizabeth.” “Maybe if you’re real nice,” Jason teased, “Shelby will adopt you too.” “Ha-ha. ~ Johnnie Alexander, #NFDB
293:Why Lila glaring at you, hombre? ” asked Rico. “Though I wouldn’t mind a hot piece of culo like that acknowledging my existence.” Rico puckered his lips, sending a mock kiss in Lila’s direction. I laughed when she flipped her golden hair over her shoulder and stared at the dry-erase board. ~ Katie McGarry, #NFDB
294:A knife struck the docks between Kell's feet, and he jumped.
"Lila!" he shouted.
"Leaving!" she called from the deck. "And bring me back that knife," she added. "It's my favorite one."
Kell shook his head, and freed the blade from where it had lodged in the wood. "They're all you favorite. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
295:Once, Lila Zacharov was in love with a boy with hair as black as spilled ink and eyes as dark as coffee. She would trace his name on her skin, over and over, write it in the condensation of her breath on panes of glass, scrawl it on the bottoms of her feet with the tip of her nail, like she was casting a spell. ~ Holly Black, #NFDB
296:Ruby,” Will says, still staring. “What the—?” I open my mouth to explain, but there’s basically no rational explanation for this. So I don’t. “I, uh—I was just leaving.” I scramble down. “That,” I say, with far more confidence than I have any right to fake, “should settle any arguments about my upper arm strength. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
297:All exists here, no doubt, for the delight of existence, all is a game or Lila; but a game too carries within itself an object to be accomplished and without the fulfillment of that object would have no completeness of significance. ~ Sri Aurobindo, “Sri Aurobindo’s Lila - The Nature of Divine Play According to Integral Advaita”, #NFDB
298:Lila sensed the cessation of motion more than she actually felt it. Being in the shuttle did something to her equilibrium — something about the sense of being high in the air in what looked like a bubble from the inside combined with a force that felt like an invisible seat belt. Her fear was making everything worse. ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
299:Finally he had decided that he had to free Lila, even if at that moment, perhaps, she had no desire to be freed. But—he had said to himself—it takes time for people to understand what’s good and what’s bad, and helping them means doing for them what in a particular moment of their life they aren’t capable of doing. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
300:Anger is a powerful force. It has started and ended wars, won the vote for marginalized groups like women and people of color, and inspired artists to create masterpieces ranging from Picasso’s Guernica to Charles Dickens’ Oliver Twist. Anger was currently powering me and Kate through the twelfth department of the evening, ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
301:As I traveled toward Milan, I discovered that, with Lila set aside, I didn’t know how to give myself substance except by modeling myself on Nino. I was incapable of being a model for myself. Without him I no longer had a nucleus from which to expand outside the neighborhood and through the world, I was a pile of debris. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
302:I'm sorry." He sounded so...earnest, which made Lila instantly suspicious. Alucard was many things, but genuine wasn't usually one of them.
"For growing on me?" she asked.
He shook his head. "For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
303:Ma in quell’occasione imparai un’arte in cui poi sono diventata molto brava. Trattenni la disperazione, la trattenni sul bordo degli occhi lucidi, tanto che Lila mi disse in dialetto: «Non te ne importa?». Non risposi. Provavo un dolore violentissimo, ma sentivo che più forte ancora sarebbe stato il dolore di litigare con lei. Ero ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
304:It is interesting that Hindus, when they speak of the creation of the universe do not call it the work of God, they call it the play of God, the Vishnu lila, lila meaning play. And they look upon the whole manifestation of all the universes as a play, as a sport, as a kind of dance — lila perhaps being somewhat related to our word lilt ~ Alan Watts, #NFDB
305:Lila était sa perte. Sa punition. Pour toutes les femmes qu'il n'avait pas su aimer, celles qu'il n'avait vues que quelques nuits, celles qu'il avait fini par quitter – parce que toujours quelque chose retombait qu'il ne savait pas nommer. C'était ridicule, mais il l'avait pensé : l'heure était venu pour lui de payer l'addition. ~ Delphine de Vigan, #NFDB
306:It is interesting that Hindus, when they speak of the creation of the universe do not call it the work of God, they call it the play of God, the Vishnu lila, lila meaning play. And they look upon the whole manifestation of all the universes as a play, as a sport, as a kind of dance — lila perhaps being somewhat related to our word lilt ~ Alan W Watts, #NFDB
307:Alexander shifted in my arms. God, he was so small, and from the giddy looks on my father's and Ashley's faces, they already worshiped him. We all started off this way, small little bundles of joy. Me, Aires, Noah, Lila, Isaiah, and even Beth. At some point, someone held and loved us, but somewhere along the way, it all got screwed up. ~ Katie McGarry, #NFDB
308:Ecco Lila festeggiata dal rione, sembrava felice. Sorrideva elegante, cortese, mano nella mano di suo marito. Era bellissima. Su di lei, sulla sua andatura, avevo puntato da piccola, per sfuggire a mia madre. Avevo sbagliato. Lila era rimasta lì, vincolata in modo lampante a quel mondo, dal quale s'immaginava di aver tratto il meglio. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
309:I want to wear flip-flops for the rest of my life. They’re not just mere footwear. They can act as makeshift fly swatters, they clap for you when your hands are tired. And once I saw a lady take off her flop and swat her kid on the butt. Yeah, that was probably going to be me one day. ‘The beatings will continue until morale improves. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
310:To be born in that city—I went so far as to write once, thinking not of myself but of Lila’s pessimism—is useful for only one thing: to have always known, almost instinctively, what today, with endless fine distinctions, everyone is beginning to claim: that the dream of unlimited progress is in reality a nightmare of savagery and death. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
311:—who definitely didn’t found this whole business herself without no help from anyone or anything,” I finished. “What an altruist!” And smiling as sweetly as apple pie, still keeping eye contact, I tossed his business card right out the window. You could have framed the look on his face and sold it for a million dollars. “Goodbye, Mr. Young. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
312:step up their game, my goods are off the market. But one bottle of chardonnay later, and my drunken rant has gone viral. I’m the most famous person NOT having sex since the Jonas Brothers put on their purity rings. A men’s magazine has even put a bounty on my (ahem) maidenhead: fifty Gs to whoever makes me break the drought. Be careful what ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
313:Aren’t you afraid of dying?” he asked Lila now. She looked at him as if it were a strange question. And then she shook her head. “Death comes for everyone,” she said simply. “I’m not afraid of dying. But I am afraid of dying here.” She swept her hand over the room, the tavern, the city. “I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
314:Are you strong enough to win?” she asked. Was he? This wasn’t a tournament magician. Wasn’t even a sliver of magic like Vitari. Osaron had destroyed an entire world. Changed another on a whim. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. Lila flashed a glimmer of a smile, sharp as glass. “Good,” she answered, pushing open the door. “Only fools are certain.” * ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
315:You think this is the first
time Lila’s been impulsive? Seriously, dude, you do remember my sister,
right? Short, blonde, impulsive as shock therapy? Stubborn as a mule who
won’t take no for an answer?’
Alex raises an eyebrow. Without reading his mind I can tell he’s thinking
that that’s like the ear wax laughing at the snot. ~ Sarah Alderson,#NFDB
316:Don't you see?" said Calla. "He wasn't coming to pay your debt. He was coming to see if you'd returned to pay it yourself." Lila felt her face go hot. "I do not know why you two are circling each other like stars. It is not my cosmic dance. But I do know that you come asking after one another, when only a few strides and a handful of stars divide you. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
317:Chyběla jim obloha starého světa. Stýskalo se jim po světle. Tolik o tom mluvili, že nakonec se skutečně něco objevilo: slunce, rozžhavená koule, která se zjevila na obloze a spálila kolonii na uhel. Takový už je svět, ve kterém žijeme, vysvětlil jim učitel Jonas. Slova je potřeba střežit. Občan, který nestřeží svá slova, může přivodit zkázu komuny. ~ Karin Tidbeck, #NFDB
318:Elena Ferrante will blow you away.” —Alice Sebold, writer “The Neapolitan novel cycle is an unconditional masterpiece . . . I read all the books in a state of immersion; I was totally enthralled. There was nothing else I wanted to do except follow the lives of Lila and Lenù to the end.” —Jhumpa Lahiri, Pulitzer-prize winning author of The Lowland ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
319:Why?” I asked, confused. Why did he care?
“Why what?”
“Why was he having a panic attack?”
She stared at me with her eyes wide before she leaned in.
“Lila…because he thought he’d lost you; he thought you were dead.”
“He didn’t have me to lose.” My breathing picked up as the emotional pain tightened my chest. “He threw me away. ~ K I Lynn,#NFDB
320:Lei riteneva di fare una cosa giusta e necessaria, io ero lì solo perché c'era lei. Saliamo lentamente verso il più grande dei nostri terrori di allora, andavamo a esporci alla paura e a interrogarla.
Alla quarta rampa Lila si comportò in modo inatteso. Si fermò ad aspettarmi e quando la raggiunsi mi diede la mano. Questo gesto cambiò tutto tra noi. ~ Elena Ferrante,#NFDB
321:On the not-so-rare occasion that a fight broke out, the regulars were more concerned for the safety of their drinks (they'd sooner save a pitcher from a shaking table than step in to help the man whose falling body shook it), and Lila imagined someone could cry for help in the middle of the room and earn little more than a tip of the cup and a raised brow. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
322:I realized in a flash that the memory was already literature and that perhaps Lila was right: my book—even though it was having so much success—really was bad, and this was because it was well organized, because it was written with obsessive care, because I hadn’t been able to imitate the disjointed, unaesthetic, illogical, shapeless banality of things. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
323:Aren't you afraid of dying?" he asked Lila now.
She looked at him as if it were a strange question. And then she shook her head. "Death comes for everyone," she said simply. "I'm not afraid of dying. But I am afraid of dying here." She swept her hand over the room, the tavern, the city. "I'd rather die on an adventure than live standing still. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
324:You have to stand up real close to the posters to see the swirls, and even then they’re easy to miss: Lila Mae had to have Jimmy point them out to her. Horns, boiling cysts, the occasional cussword inked in across Chancre’s slat teeth—they add up after a while, somehow more personal and meaningful than the usual cartoons and pinups of office homesteading. ~ Colson Whitehead, #NFDB
325:Nate: “With all the times you’ve said ‘fuck’ tonight, I think I know what you really want. What you need, Lila.”
Lila: “What is it that you think I need?”
Nate: “Cock. You need a fucking hard cock in your tight little pussy.”
Lila: “You’re an expert on what my pussy needs?”
Nate: “Yes, and it needs a cock to fuck it.” ~ K I Lynn,#NFDB
326:What I'm trying to tell you, Lila,' he said, his voice husky in his throat, "is that I've always been there, looking out for you, even when you didn't know it - even when you couldn't see me."
My stomach flipped. Alex took hold of my hands and squeezed. "Nothing's changed. I'll be right there, I promise. You might not be able to see me, but I'll be there. ~ Sarah Alderson,#NFDB
327:Every intense relationship between human beings is full of traps, and if you want it to endure you have to learn to avoid them. I did so then, and finally it seemed that I had only come up against yet another proof of how splendid and shadowy our friendship was, how long and complicated Lila’s suffering had been, how it still endured and would endure forever. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
328:I groan as I flip on the lights and rush into the bathroom. I need a shower. That’s it. A good hot shower will stop the pounding headache. I look at the mirror over the sink, grimacing at my smeared eye makeup. Then, just to make sure, I pull down my skirt, turn around, and bam. Tattooed TARDIS, right square over my ass. My Whovian heart has led me astray at last . ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
329:One time, when I was in the common room with Billy, Stoke and Dodge, Blue came in and told me to get up and go to my room. I knew for a fact I was not wearing any see-through clothes. So I told him to get stuffed; he had no right to tell me what to do. His biker brothers laughed, and that was when I found myself over his shoulder and heard his brothers hoot and laugh. ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
330:They crashed into each other as if propelled by gravity, and he didn't know which one of them was the object and which the earth, only that they were colliding. The kiss was Lila pressed into a single gesture. Her brazen pride and her stubborn resolve, her recklessness and her daring and her hunger for freedom. It was all those things, and it took Kell's breath away. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
331:It was one of those unspoken truths, like you don’t make a pie for the Wates because it won’t be better than Amma’s; you don’t sit in front of Sissy Honeycutt in church because she talks the whole time right along with the preacher; and you don’t choose the paint color for your house without consulting Mrs. Lincoln, not unless your name happens to be Lila Evers Wate. ~ Kami Garcia, #NFDB
332:There was a noise above us like an airplane zoom, but it was getting too dark to see. People started laying on the horn, braying like bad geese in a panic. "I am here," Lila said with a trembly smile. Our driver's ed teacher had told us that's what the horn should mean. Not Move along, buddy or I am displeased but I am here. I am here, I am here, I am here! ~ Daniel Handler, #NFDB
333:—Lo que estoy tratando de decirte, Lila
—dijo él con su voz ronca en su garganta —, es que siempre he estado allí, cuidando de ti, incluso cuando tú no lo sabías, incluso cuando no podías verme.
Mi estómago dio un vuelco. Alex se apoderó de mis manos y apretó.
—Nada ha cambiado. Estaré ahí, lo prometo. Puede que no seas capaz de verme, pero yo estaré allí. ~ Sarah Alderson,#NFDB
334:The men were playing Sanct, and from what she could tell, they hadn't been playing long, because neither looked that angry and both still had all their weapons and most of their clothes. Lila wasn't a fan of the game, mostly because after four months of watching the sailors win and lose, she felt no closer to understanding the rules well enough to play, let alone cheat. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
335:Was it Lila who had persuaded Stefano to behave in a way that was making them the most admired and most talked about couple in the neighborhood? Was this her latest invention? Did she want to leave the neighborhood by staying in the neighborhood? Did she want to drag us out of ourselves, tear off the old skin and put on a new one, suitable for what she was inventing? ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
336:Honestly, Lila, it’s fine. I promise I’m not concerned about it in the slightest. It’s just odd, that’s all, that I saw you, then when I woke up the posy was on the doorstep and I just immediately assumed you had left it for me.’ I brush her concern away as best that I can, although inside my mind is racing, fearful that the one person I don’t want to find me has found me. ~ Lisa Hall, #NFDB
337:Lila was happy, and she was drawing me deeper and deeper into her fierce happiness, because she had suddenly found, perhaps without even realizing it, an opportunity that allowed her to portray the fury she directed against herself, the insurgence, perhaps for the first time in her life, of the need - and here the verb used by Michele was appropriate - to erase herself. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
338:Civilians had no idea how much nonsense you had to listen to when you were a cop. The public loved to salute police officers for their bravery, but no one ever gave credit for the day-in, day-out fortitude required to put up with the bullshit. While courage was an excellent feature in a police officer, a built-in resistance to gibberish was, in Lila's opinion, just as important. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
339:her dreams, it’s her mission to spread the sweet sweet joy of monogamous bliss to all and sundry, but especially to certain people who “are married to their job,” and “going to give themselves an ulcer,” and “it’s just one blind date, Lacey, jeez, you need to loosen up.” My blind date was so loosened up I was afraid he was going to slide off his chair into a puddle under the table. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
340:The boy with the flute is Sri Krishna, the Lord descended into the world-play from the divine Ananda; his flute is the music of the call which seeks to transform the lower ignorant play of mortal life and bring into it and establish in its place the lila of his divine Ananda. It was the psychic being in you that heard the call and followed after it.
~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Yoga - III, #index,#NFDB
341:What are you supposed to be?” she asked in Arnesian. “A fish?”
Alucard made a noise of mock affront. “Obviously,” he said, brandishing the helmet, “I’m a dragon.”
“Wouldn’t it make more sense for you to be a fish?” challenged Lila. “After all, you do live on the sea, and you are rather slippery, and—”
“I’m a dragon,” he interjected. “You’re just not being very imaginative. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
342:Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn't break you clean. It was a bone that didn't set, a cut that wouldn't close.
It was better not to care--Lila tried not to care--but sometimes, people got in. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
343:because if I listen to one more thing you say then my heart will be stretched so thin that the tiniest jostle will break it, and I can’t bear that, not again, not after I cared about you so much and you hurt me so badly. Oh Asher, I cared about you so much and I didn’t even know till right this second, why did you have to ruin everything, oh God Asher I think I loved you, I think I still ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
344:… I’ve always been unique.”
“Yes, well, it is no wonder you and Kell attract. Both unique. Both … a bit …” Suddenly, conveniently, the language seemed to fail her.
“Mean?” offered Lila.
Calla smiled. “No, no, not mean. Guard up. But tonight,” she said, fastening a silver brim-veil into Lila’s hair, “you bring his guard down.”
Lila smiled, despite herself. “That’s the idea. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
345:Lila,” he said, and there was so much sadness in his voice, she suddenly realized she didn’t want to hear his answer, didn’t want to think of all the ways their story could end, of the chance that none of them would make it out alive, intact. She didn’t want to think beyond this boat, this moment, so she kissed him, deeply, and whatever he was going to say, it died on his lips as they met hers. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
346:They danced in silence for several long moments, spinning together and apart, a slower version of their cadence in the ring. And then, out of nowhere, Lila asked, “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you ask me to dance?”
He almost smiled. A ghost. A trick of the light. “So you couldn’t run away again before I said hello.”
“Hello,” said Lila.
“Hello,” said Kell. “Where have you been? ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
347:What use was there in calling a day by a certain name, or thinking of it as anything but weather? They knew what time of the year it was when the timothy bloomed, when the birds were fledging. They knew it was morning when the sun came up. What more was there to know? If Doll was going to be lost forever, Lila wanted to be right there with her, holding to the skirt of her dress. She had ~ Marilynne Robinson, #NFDB
348:You boys gonna keep your hands to yourself?" Dad demanded as we heard in the background from mum, "I hope they don't." Dad covered the phone and said something to Mum and then into the phone, "Well?" "We'll try, Rich." Eli smirked and winked at me while my cheeks heated. Silence on the other end. And the, "Well, shit, at least you're being honest. You know what will happen if you screw her over. ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
349:Magic bent the world. Pulled it into shape. There were fixed points. Most of the time those points were places. But sometimes, rarely, they were people. For someone who never stood still, Lila still felt like a pin in Kell's world. One he was sure to snag on.
He didn't know what to say, so he simply said, "Stay out of trouble."
She flashed him a smile that said she wouldn't, of course. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
350:powder-blue tux that smelled like cats had peed on it. Or were still peeing on it, like it had hidden compartments in the tux for urinating cats to do their thing. He was a total dork, but I gave him head afterward anyway, because, you know, everyone does that at their senior Other One. Because you only get one chance. Well … except for the other Other One.” “Are you finished?” “I wouldn’t ask Lila ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
351:She was nothing. And nothing happened. I’m sorry Lila if you think otherwise.” He pulled back to look into her eyes. She felt the tears well up and she let them fall, pausing only to let Derek come pull her into a hug as well. “Ok ok come inside so we can show you properly Lila.” Derek led the way and she was greeted by a tour down the west hall into a small alcove. She gasped as she opened the door ~ Amy Brent, #NFDB
352:From the first lines I began to feel bad. In Pisa, the bad feeling increased, over days, over months. Every word of Lila’s diminished me. Every sentence, even sentences written when she was still a child, seemed to empty out mine, not the ones of that time but the ones now. And yet every page ignited my thoughts, my ideas, my pages as if until that moment I had lived in a studious but ineffectual stupor. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
353:Lila mě postupně přesvědčila, že v lásce získáme trochu jistoty, jen když svého nápadníka podrobíme přetěžkým zkouškám. A proto, přešla rázem zas do dialektu, mi radí, abych se s Ginem zasnoubila, ale jen pod podmínkou, že bude celé léto kupovat mně, jí a Carmele zmrzlinu. „Když s tím nebude souhlasit, znamená to, že to není pravá láska.“ Udělala jsem, co mi řekla, a Gino zmizel. Takže to nebyla pravá láska. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
354:Kell looked down at Delilah Bard, a cutthroat and a thief, a valiant partner and a strange, terrifying girl.
He would see her again. He knew he would. Magic bent the world. Pulled it into shape. There were fixed points. Most of the time those points were places. But sometimes, rarely, they were people. For someone who never stood still, Lila still felt like a pin in Kell’s world. One he was sure to snag on. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
355:Lila harboured an unspoken belief that motherhood was the best possible rehearsal for a prospective police officer.. Mothers were naturals for law enforcement, because toddlers, like criminals, were often belligerent and destructive.
If you could get through those early years without losing your cool or blowing your top, you might be able to deal with grown-up crime. The key was to not react, to stay adult.. ~ Stephen King,#NFDB
356:La guardavo dalla finestra, sentivo che la sua forma precedente s'era rotta e ripensavo a quel brano bellissimo della lettera, al rame crepato e accartocciato. Era un'immagine che ormai utilizzavo di continuo, ogni volta che avvertivo una frattura dentro di lei o dentro di me. Sapevo - forse speravo - che nessuna forma avrebbe mai potuto contenere Lila e che presto o tardi avrebbe spaccato tutto un'altra volta. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
357:Lila (pronounced Leela) is the play of creation. To awakened consciousness, the entire universe. With all its joys and sorrows, pleasures and pains, appears as a divine game, sport, or drama. It is a play in which the one Consciousness performs all the roles. Alluding to this lila of the Divine Mother the physical universe is a “mansion of mirth.” ~ Sri Ramakrishna, in Selections from The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna (2005), p. 130, #NFDB
358:Delilah Bard,” she said. “We’ve met before. And you looked worse.”
Rhy laughed silently. “I apologize for anything I might have done. I was not myself.”
“I apologize for shooting you in the leg,” said Lila. “I was myself entirely.”
Rhy broke into his perfect smile. “I like this one,” he said to Kell. “Can I borrow her?”
“You can try,” said Lila, raising a brow. “But you’ll be a prince without his fingers. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
359:Why do people hurt other people?
I murmur.
Lila laughs.
Because they can, sweetheart.
I look at the face in the mirror, at that sad face.
That can't be the reason
Lila leans in. Her face is next to mine....
...Sometimes they just can't help it, she says. They don't mean to hurt anyone. It just happens. And there's nothing you can do about it.
Nothing ?
Not unless you've got a magic wand, love. ~ Susan Meissner,#NFDB
360:Je peux encore tout rater, disait Lila, je suis assez jeune pour ça. Quand on vieillit, on a de moins en moins de chances de tout rater parce qu'on n'a plus le temps, et on peut vivre tranquillement en se contentant de ce qu'on a raté déjà. C'est ce qu'on entend par « paix de l'esprit ». Mais quand on n'a que seize ans et qu'on peut encore tout tenter et ne rien réussir, c'est ce qu'on appelle en général « avoir de l'avenir »... ~ Romain Gary, #NFDB
361:Noah's fingers lightly touched the long thick ridge below my left shoulder blade. His voice pitched low. "I'm sorry, baby."
"No one else knows, Noah. Not even Lila."
He kissed my back as he slid his hand over the scars on my arm. "You 're beautiful", he whispered against my skin. Noah lifted my arm and kept eye contact as his mouth trailed kisses along the scars. Pure hunger darkened those chocolate-brown eyes. "Kiss me. ~ Katie McGarry,#NFDB
362:could smell something delicious floating through the house, but Lila Steele’s kitchen always smelled like fresh baking, whether she was preparing for an event or not. She put her hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. “You’ll figure it out soon enough. Now hurry up and get dressed. I’m running late as it is. It’s a good thing Tilly has everything under control.” It was only after she shut the door behind her that it occurred to ~ Denise Grover Swank, #NFDB
363:The king shoved past his own guard, scouring the balcony, while Alucard shielded Rhy, who had one hand to his chest as if he couldn’t breathe. Because, of course, he couldn’t breathe. Kell wasn’t the only one drowning. Lila turned, mounted the balcony edge, and jumped. The water cut like knives. She sputtered, shocked by the pain and the cold, and she was going to kill someone when this was over. Without the weight of her coat, her body ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
364:Where did you get this?" he asked.
"In a pocket in your coat," said Lila, stretching. "By the way, did you know that your coat is more than one coat? I'm pretty sure I went though five or six to find that."
Kell stared at her, slack-jawed.
"What?" she asked.
"How did you know what it was for?"
Lila shrugged. "I didn't."
"What if it had been poison?" he snapped.
"There's really no winning with you. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
365:Are you afraid of dying? Holland had asked him in the alley. And Kell was. Had always been, ever since he could remember. He feared not living, feared ceasing to exist. Lila's world may believe in Heaven and Hell, but his believed in dust. He was taught early that magic reclaiemd magic, and earth reclaimed earth, the two dividing when the body died, the person they had combined to be simply forfeit, lost. Nothing lated. Nothing remained. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
366:A small grateful smile crossed Kell's lips. And then Lila dug the stone out of her pocket and held it up, and Kell let out a dismayed sound and swallowed her hand with his, hiding the stone from sight. Something flickered through his eyes when he touched her, but se didn't think it was her tough that had moved him. The stone gave a strange little shudder in her hand, as if it felt Kell and wanted to be within. Lila felt vaguely insulted. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
367:Lila looked up to see Jilly standing in her bedroom. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t even hear her friend come into the house, let alone up the stairs. She answered, “You are never going to believe the kind of morning that I’ve just had.” And being that she couldn’t tell her best friend about her romance novel worries, she told her all about the scene at the country club the night before and about the goings on in the kitchen that morning. ~ Whitney Dineen, #NFDB
368:Magic,” he said. Black magic. Strong magic. Dead magic. “Bad magic.” Finally, Lila slipped. For the briefest moment, her eyes flicked to a chest along the wall. Kell didn’t hesitate. He lunged for the top drawer, but before his fingers met the wood, a knife found his throat. It had come out of nowhere. A pocket. A sleeve. A thin blade resting just below his chin. Lila’s smile was as sharp as its metal edge. “Sit down before you fall down, magic boy.” Lila ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
369:Her father dropped her off in front of the place where she was to live and left the engine running. Lila Mae removed the two suitcases from the back of the pickup truck. The suitcases were new, with a formidable casing of green plastic. Scratchproof, supposedly. Her father had only been able to afford them because they were, manufacturer's oats aside, scratched — gouged actually, as if an animal had taken them in its fangs to teach them about hubris. ~ Colson Whitehead, #NFDB
370:The ground beneath her palms—and there was ground, so that at least was a good sign—was rough and cold. The air was quiet. No fireworks. No music. Lila dragged herself back to her feet, blood dripping from her fingers, her nose. She wiped it away, red dots speckling the stone as she drew her knife and shifted her stance, putting her back to the icy wall. She remembered the last time she’d been here, in this London, the hungry eyes of men and women starved for power ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
371:Lila no tenía ese tipo de ambición, nunca había tenido ambiciones. Para poner en marcha cualquier proyecto al que unir el propio nombre era necesario quererse y ella me lo había dicho, no se amaba, no amaba nada de sí misma. En las noches de mayor depresión llegué a imaginar que había perdido a su hija para no verse reproducida en toda su antipatía, en toda su malvada capacidad de reacción, en toda su inteligencia sin objeto. Quería borrarse porque no se aguantaba. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
372:Everything in the world was in precarious balance, pure risk, and those who didn't agree to take the risk wasted away in a corner, without getting to know life. I understood suddenly why I hadn't had Nino, why Lila had had him. I wasn't capable of entrusting myself to true feelings. I didn't know how to be drawn beyond the limits. I didn't possess that emotional power that had driven Lila to do all she could to enjoy that day and that night. I stayed behind, waiting. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
373:Oh, I will. If I truly love the book, I’ll buy it so I can reread it.” “You’d reread a book?” “Heck yes.” I grinned. “A story your mind gets lost in, where you feel what the characters feel isn’t enough to read just once. It’s something you want to experience over and over. The love, lust, betrayal, loss… everything. A good book can get your heart pumping, your belly dipping, and your body tingling. It’s something a person can experience, no matter how many times you read it. ~ Lila Rose, #NFDB
374:school. At first I had great expectations, and even if I didn’t say so clearly to myself I was glad to be there with Gigliola Spagnuolo rather than with Lila. In some very secret part of myself I looked forward to a school where she would never enter, where, in her absence, I would be the best student, and which I would sometimes tell her about, boasting. But immediately I began to falter, many of the others proved to be better than me. I ended up with Gigliola in a kind ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
375:The real gnostic does not attribute any "state" to himself, for he is without ambition and without ostentation; he has a tendency rather--through an "instinct for holding back"--to disguise his nature inasmuch as he has, in any case, awareness of "cosmic play" (lila) and it is hard for him to take secular and worldly persons seriously, that is to say, "horizontal" beings who are full of self-confidence and who remain, "humanists" that they are, below the vocation of man ~ Frithjof Schuon, #NFDB
376:slowly. They followed the crowd like a river. Then, with an exhale of relief, they found themselves free, to the side of the road, safe to dart back through the noise barrier as soon as they found Trevor and Piper. “Dad!” Meyer looked up to see Trevor running at them. His eyes flicked to Raj, who was dirty and smudged with what might have been someone else’s blood, and at Lila, who seemed knocked about but unhurt. Meyer swept Trevor forward, shepherding the three of them like sheep ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
377:I'd get out of here," he said. "Go someplace where no one knew me. Start over. Go to Paris like you did or go to — I don't know — Prague. Somewhere." He looked toward the window, like he could already see himself gone.
"Oh," she said, because it hurt that he was thinking about that when she was thinking about him. She narrowed her eyes. "What's stopping you?"
The boy looked down at the book of fairy tales. "Nothing," he said.
Lila wanted to be the one to stop him. ~ Holly Black,#NFDB
378:chardonnay later, and my drunken rant has gone viral. I’m the most famous person NOT having sex since the Jonas Brothers put on their purity rings. A men’s magazine has even put a bounty on my (ahem) maidenhead: fifty Gs to whoever makes me break the drought. Be careful what you wish for... Now my office looks like an explosion in a Hallmark factory, I’ve got guys lining up to sweep me off my feet-and the one man I want is most definitely off-limits. Jake Weston is a player through and ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
379:It's hard to explain why, but that regret made me suffer. It seemed to be the sign of a true interest in Lila, something much stronger than the compliments for my discipline as a constant reader. It occurred to me that if Lila had taken out just a single book a year, on that book she would have left her imprint and the teacher would have felt it the moment she returned it, which I left no mark, I embodied only the persistence with which I added volume to volume in no particular order. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
380:Having nothing left to fidget with, i rested against the counter and tried not to stare at Noah. But i wanted to. He had his jacket off and his black t-shirt fit him perfectly. Today, during lunch, Grace had tunred her nose up when she spotted the bottom of his tattoo on his right bicep. I'd silently agreed with Lila's comment-yum.
My inides had melted when Noah produced his wicked grinand gazed at me like i was naked. Luke used to give me butterflies. Noah spawned mutant pterodactyls. ~ Katie McGarry,#NFDB
381:Kell frowned. 'I've never met anyone like you.'
He hadn't meant it as a compliment but Lila took it that way, flashing him a grin. 'What can I say,' she said, 'I'm one of a kind.'
Well managed an echo of her smile, and she gasped. 'What's that on your face?'
The smile vanished. 'What?'
'Never mind,'she said, laughing. 'It's gone.' Kell only shook his head--he didn't grasp the joke--but whatever it was, it seemed to delight Lila, and she chuckled to herself all the way to whit bury. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
382:Something’s up,’ I say, handing the phone back.
‘Not necessarily,’ Jack says.
‘You think this is the first time Lila’s been hot-headed? Seriously, dude, you do remember my sister, right? Short, blonde, impulsive as shock therapy? Stubborn as a mule who won’t take no for an answer?’
Does Jack ever listen to himself?
Does he appreciate the irony of this statement? I shake my head at him in wonder.
‘Hey, I’m not short or blond,’ Jack protests as he catches the look on my face. ~ Sarah Alderson,#NFDB
383:She stood out among so many because she, naturally, did not submit to any training, to any use, or to any purpose. All of us had submitted and that submission had—through trials, failures, successes—reduced us. Only Lila, nothing and no one seemed to reduce her. Rather, even if over the years she became as stupid and intractable as anyone, the qualities that we had attributed to her would remain intact, maybe they would be magnified. Even when we hated her we ended by respecting her and fearing her. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
384:I like to think of it as ‘I’m trying to keep us calm.’ You’re dead certain we’re headed to Alcatraz.”
“Alcatraz isn’t a functioning prison anymore,” I say.
“You’re a functioning prison,” she says.
“That doesn’t make sense!”
“Neither does splashing and frolicking and groping your dick in the Bellagio fountain, but in case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a whole buffet of doesn’t make sense going on right now. So load up your plate, grab the crab legs before they run out, and eat. ~ Lila Monroe,#NFDB
385:Ciò che ero a scuola, lì ero obbligata a metterlo tra parentesi o a usarlo a tradimento, per intimidirli. Mi chiesi cosa ci facevo in quell'auto. C'erano i miei amici, certo, c'era il mio fidanzato, stavamo andando alla festa di nozze di Lila. Ma proprio quella festa ratificava che Lila, l'unica persona che sentivo ancora necessaria malgrado le nostre vite divergenti, non ci apparteneva più e, venendo meno lei, ogni mediazione tra me e quei giovani, quell'auto in corsa per quelle strade, si era esaurita. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
386:open. The two other men ran out, the blond’s hair in corkscrews. He looked lost, baffled by the wreck at the bottom of the incline. But the other —the one with the buzz cut —didn’t look lost at all. He looked like he knew exactly what was happening, angry as a kicked nest of wasps. His head ticked toward Lila. She slunk back, hopefully out of sight. She had no idea if he’d seen her, and couldn’t peek to check. Lila was blind. And he might be coming after her. She had to stay frozen, waiting to be taken like prey. ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
387:Por más que siempre nos hubiese dominado a todos y a todos hubiese impuesto e impusiera una forma de ser, bajo pena de sufrir su resentimiento y su furia, ella se veía a sí misma como una colada y, en resumidas cuentas, todos sus esfuerzos iban dirigidos únicamente a contenerse. Cuando, a pesar de su ingeniería preventiva sobre las personas y los objetos prevalecía la colada, Lila perdía a Lila, el caos parecía la única verdad, y ella -tan activa, tan valiente- se anulaba llena de pavor, se convertía en nada. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
388:After that he began to talk excitedly about the plays of Beckett: Ah, how he liked those guys buried in the ground up to their necks; and how beautiful the statement was about the fire that the present kindles inside you; and, even though among the thousand evocative things that Maddy and Dan Rooney said he had had a hard time picking out the precise point cited by Lila, well, the concept that life is felt more when you are blind, deaf, mute, and maybe without taste or touch was objectively interesting in itself. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
389:There are those who believe, at times too hastily, that Iran is at core a Western-loving nation that can hardly wait for America to save it from its own bloodthirsty leaders. And there are those who are convinced that Iran, by and large, is a nation of Allah-worshipping, gun-toting terrorists. In truth, Iranians themselves live in a far more complex and schizophrenic reality, at a surreal crossroads between political Islam and satellite television, massive national oil revenues and searing social inequalities. ~ Lila Azam Zanganeh, #NFDB
390:Lila had discovered that the hardest part of her charade was pretending that everything was old hat when it was all so new, being forced to feign the kind of nonchalance that only comes from a lifetime of knowing and taking for granted. Lila was a quick study, and she knew how to keep up a front; but behind the mask of disinterest, she took in everything. She was a sponge, soaking up the words and customs, training herself to see something once and be able to pretend she’d seen it a dozen—a hundred—times before. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
391:Tonight, you’re going to learn to influence two elements simultaneously.”
“I can’t believe you ruined a bottle of avise wine.”
“I told you magic was a conversation—”
“You also said it was an ocean,” said Lila. “And a door, and once I think you even called it a cat—”
“Well, tonight we’re calling it a conversation. We’re simply adding another participant. The same power, different lines.”
“I’ve never been able to pat my head and rub my stomach at the same time.”
“Well then, this should be interesting. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
392:When they challenge the innocent morality of the rights regime, anthropologists join a number of political and legal theorists who have asked whether humanitarianism is the new face of colonialism. Some have pointed out the paradoxes of rights-based arguments: that they allow people to make claims, but lock them into fixed identities defined by their injuries rather than freeing them from these identities into a world of equals; or they absolve the perpetrators of past violence by making them the defenders of rights. ~ Lila Abu Lughod, #NFDB
393:Yes, yes, I felt that I wanted that, I wanted it to happen. An end of love and of that intolerable celebration, no embraces in a bed in Amalfi. Immediately shatter everything and every person in the neighborhood, tear them to pieces, Lila and I, go and live far away, lightheartedly descending together all the steps of humiliation, alone, in unknown cities. It seemed to me the just conclusion to that day. If nothing could save us, not money, not a male body, and not even studying, we might as well destroy everything immediately. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
394:Diventare. Era un verbo che mi aveva sempre ossessionata, ma me ne accorsi per la prima volta solo in quella circostanza. Io volevo diventare, anche se non avevo mai saputo cosa. Ed ero diventata, questo era certo, ma senza un oggetto, senza una vera passione, senza un’ambizione determinata. Ero voluta diventare qualcosa – ecco il punto – solo perché temevo che Lila diventasse chissà chi e io restassi indietro. Il mio diventare era diventare dentro la sua scia. Dovevo ricominciare a diventare, ma per me, da adulta, fuori di lei. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
395:He came to me, after you were gone. Master Kell.”
Lila’s eyes widened. “What for?”
“To pay the debt for your clothes.”
Her mood darkened. “I can pay my own debts,” she snapped, “and Kell knows it.”
Calla smiled. “That is what I told him. And he went away. But a week later, he came back, and made the same offer. He comes every week.”
“Bastard,” mumbled Lila, but the merchant shook her head.
“Don’t you see?” said Calla. “He wasn’t coming to pay your debt. He was coming to see if you’d returned to pay it yourself. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
396:Delilah Bard never read many books.
The few she did had pirates and thieves, and always ended with freedom and the promise of more stories. Characters sailed away. They lived on. Lila always imagined people that way, a series of intersections and adventures. It was easy when you moved through life--through worlds--the way she did. Easy when you didn't care, when people came onto the page and walked away again, back to their own stories, and you could imagine whatever you wanted for them, if you cared enough to write it in your head. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
397:No,” he muttered, running a hand through his copper hair. “No. No. There are dozens.”
“Kell?” she asked, moving to touch his arm.
He shook her off. “Dozens of ships, Lila! And you had to climb aboard his.”
“I’m sorry,” she shot back, bristling, “I was under the impression that I was free to do as I pleased.”
“To be fair,” added Alucard, “I think she was planning to steal it and slit my throat.”
“Then why didn’t you?” snarled Kell, spinning on her. “You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him? ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
398:I wasn't capable of entrusting myself to true feelings. I didn't know how to be drawn beyond limits. I didn't possess that emotional power that had driven Lila to do all she could to enjoy that day and that night. I stayed behind, waiting. She, on the other hand, seized things, truly wanted them, was passionate about them, played for all or nothing, and wasn't afraid of contempt, mockery, spitting, beatings. She deserved Nino, in other words, because she thought that to love him meant to try to have him, not hope that he would want her. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
399:Whenever I had to fill out a form describing my children’s race, I wavered in the grip of deep uncertainty. Depending on the status of my inner dialogue, I might describe my children as “Caucasian” or as “Other.” The fact that they belonged in none of the usual categories: black, Hispanic, or Native American, surely supported my notion that Iranians’ racial status was TBA. Eventually, it dawned on me that the people fixating on my race don’t really care whether I’m black, brown, or purple. What matters to them is that I am not white. ~ Lila Azam Zanganeh, #NFDB
400:You don't have to come with me," Ash said. "I only brought you along because you're good with a knife. And got us the uniforms. And the explosives."
Lila snorted. "Sorry I'm not pulling my weight."
"This may not be your idea," Ash said doggedly, "but it's what we're going to do."
"Is it? Are you really going to start playing the prince card after all?"
"Don' start in about my mother the queen, because I don't want to hear it."
"All right, then, as your peer and absolute equal, I can't help thinking this is a really bad idea. ~ Cinda Williams Chima,#NFDB
401:You don't have to come with me," Ash said. "I only brought you along because you're good with a knife. And got us the uniforms. And the explosives."
Lila snorted. "Sorry I'm not pulling my weight."
"This may not be your idea," Ash said doggedly, "but it's what we're going to do."
"Is it? Are you really going to start playing the prince card after all?"
"Don't start in about my mother the queen, because I don't want to hear it."
"All right, then, as your peer and absolute equal, I can't help thinking this is a really bad idea. ~ Cinda Williams Chima,#NFDB
402:Lila was drawn less to the water and more to the ships blanketing it. Vessels of all shapes and sizes, from brigs and galleys to schooners and frigates, bobbed on the red waves, their sails billowing. Dozens of emblems marked the fabric on their masts and flanks, but over them all, red and gold banners had been hung. They glittered, taunting her. Come aboard, they seemed to say. I can be yours. Had Lila been a man, and the ships fair maidens guiding up their skirts, she could not have wanted them more. Hang the fine dresses, she thought. I'll take a ship ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
403:Lila was drawn less to the water and more to the ships blanketing it. Vessels of all shapes and sizes, from brigs and galleys to schooners and frigates, bobbed on the red waves, their sails billowing. Dozens of emblems marked the fabric on their masts and flanks, but over them all, red and gold banners had been hung. They glittered, taunting her. Come aboard, they seemed to say. I can be yours. Had Lila been a man, and the ships fair maidens guiding up their skirts, she could not have wanted them more. Hang the fine dresses, she thought. I'll take a ship. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
404:Kell has only two faces. The one he wears for the world at large, and the one he wears for those he loves.” He sipped his wine.
“For us.” Lila’s expression hardened. “Whatever he feels for me, it isn’t love.”
“Because it isn’t soft and sweet and doting?” Rhy rocked back, stretching against the pillar. “Do you know how many times he’s nearly beat me senseless out of love? How many times I’ve done the same? I’ve seen the way he looks at those he hates …” He shook his head. “There are very few things my brother cares about, and even fewer people. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
405:I’m here Corinne. I’m here waiting for you to realize that helping you, listening to you, sitting in silence with you, holding you while you cry, kissing you until you can’t think straight—I’m honored to be the one who does those things for you. I’m privileged to hear the words ‘I love you’ from your mouth and have them directed at me. But if you don’t need me, then you don’t need me. So this is me telling you that if you find that you do need me, want me, whatever, it’s your turn. Come find me. I love you. And not just today or tomorrow—I will love you always. ~ Lila Felix, #NFDB
406:wasn’t even much of a lie, despite her atheism. Because really, what wasn’t better than Heaven’s Veil? But Clara wouldn’t listen. Didn’t get it. She kept saying that they could just follow Grandpa — a request that made Lila visibly pale and Raj uncomfortable. The girl kept saying that she really wanted to find him, especially if he was on his way to somewhere idyllic. And, because she was Clara, she used that word, too: idyllic. A freaky child prodigy who spoke like a college student but still didn’t understand death. It was like a cartoon evil genius who happens to ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
407:A cosa servivano gli anni del ginnasio, del liceo, della Normale, dentro quella città? Per arrivare a San Giovanni dovetti per forza regredire, quasi che Lila fosse andata ad abitare non in una strada, in una piazza, ma in un rivolo del tempo passato, prima che andassimo a scuola, un tempo nero senza norma e senza rispetto. Ricorsi al dialetto più violento del rione, insultai, fui insultata, minacciai, fui sfottuta, risposi a mia volta sfottendo, un'arte malvagia a cui ero addestrata. Napoli mi era servita molto a Pisa, ma Pisa non serviva a Napoli, era un intralcio. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
408:Magic,” Lila replied after Merlin inquired how she planned to unveil Ivan. “The human brain receives over eleven million bits of information per second, but the conscious mind can only interpret about two hundred bits per second.” Lila tapped his forehead. “The reality you experience, then—the world of your conscious self—is a vast reduction, approximately fifty-five thousand times less than what your senses are actually receiving, which is really another way of saying that in any given moment there are fifty-five thousand other realities you might just as easily inhabit. ~ Tony Vigorito, #NFDB
409:I liked to discover connections like that, especially if they concerned Lila. I traced lines between moments and events distant from one another, I established convergences and divergences. In that period it became a daily exercise: the better off I had been in Ischia, the worse off Lila had been in the desolation of the neighborhood; the more I had suffered upon leaving the island, the happier she had become. It was as if, because of an evil spell, the joy or sorrow of one required the sorrow or joy of the other; even our physical aspect, it seemed to me, shared in that swing. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
410:Thirty, forty miles?” “Well,” said Lila, verbally pouting. “I guess we’d better settle in for a long trip.” She pushed her body even harder against Raj, then glared at the side of her father’s head. Lila and Trevor got along with Meyer, but they were still teenagers. Piper, recently a teen herself, tried to understand, but often there was no use. Somewhere around your twenty-second birthday, teenagers started sounding like melodramatic idiots no matter what you did. “That’s another reason to get a hotel room,” Piper said. “They might let planes fly again. We can take the Gulfstream. ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
411:And then, Kell watched with horror as his echo began to unfasten his tunic, one button at a time.
Kell gave a small, strangled laugh. "You've got to be kidding me." Lila only smiled and rolled the stone in her palm as the Kell that wasn't Kell slid slowly, teasingly, out of his tunic and stood there, bare chested. His fingers began to undo the belt at his waist.
"Okay, enough," said Kell. "Dispel it."
She sighed. "You're no fun."
"This isn't fun."
"Maybe not for you," she said with a smirk as the other Kell continued his striptease, sliding the belt from its loops. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
412:Nu and Tina were not happy. The terrors that we tasted every day were theirs. [...] We imagined the dark corners, the feelings repressed but always close to exploding. And to those shadowy mouths, the caverns that opened beyond them under the buildings, we attributed everything that frightened us in the light of day. [...] Lila knew that I had that fear, my doll talked about it out loud. And so, on the day we exchanged our dolls for the first time, with no discussion, only looks and gestures, as soon as she had Tina, she pushed her through the grate and let her fall into the darkness. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
413:«This is why I run.»
Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn't break you clean. It was a bone that didn't set, a cut that wouldn't close.
It was better not to care - Lila tried not to care - but, sometimes, people got in. Like a knife against armor, they found the cracks, slid past the guard, and you didn't know how deep they were buried until they were gone and you were bleeding on the floor. And it wasn't fair. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
414:She had her eyes on one ship in particular, had been watching, coveting, all day. It was a gorgeous vessel, its hull and masts carved from dark wood and trimmed in silver, its sails shifting from midnight blue to black, depending on the light. A name ran along its hull—Saren Noche—and she would later learn that it meant Night Spire. For now she only knew that she wanted it. But she couldn’t simply storm a fully manned craft and claim it as her own. She was good, but she wasn’t that good. And then there was the grim fact that Lila didn’t technically know how to sail. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
415:This is why I run.
Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke or healed again. Caring didn't break you clean. It was a bone that wouldn't set, a cut that wouldn't close.
It was better not to care—Lila tried not to care—but sometimes, people got in. Like a knife against armor, they found the cracks, slid past the guard, and you didn't know how deep they were buried until they were gone and you were bleeding on the floor. And it wasn't fair. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
416:Lila was able to speak through writing; unlike me when I wrote, unlike Sarratore in his articles and poems, unlike even many writers I had read and was reading, she expressed herself in sentences that were well constructed, and without error, even though she had stopped going to school, but—further—she left no trace of effort, you weren’t aware of the artifice of the written word. I read and I saw her, I heard her. The voice set in the writing overwhelmed me, enthralled me even more than when we talked face to face: it was completely cleansed of the dross of speech, of the confusion of the oral; it ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
417: “I’m destined to die a virgin.” My own admission shocked me. Had those words left my mouth? I rubbed the smooth material of Noah’s jacket. Maybe I should have gone off with him. Not to get high, but to … well … not die a virgin.
***
“HOLY CROW, ECHO. You hibernate for a year and a half and wake up with a bang.” Lila finished changing out of her church clothes and into a tight pink sweater and blue jeans. “Luke tells you he still loves you—and by the way, told you so. And Noah stinking Hutchins tries to kiss you. And you complained you were going to die a virgin.” ~ Katie McGarry,#NFDB
418:Se lo racconto a Rino" mormorava Nunzia, "lo uccide, è sicuro che lo uccide". E io sussurravo, come se le credessi: "Per favore, non glielo raccontate". ma intanto pensavo: Rino, e pure Fernando, dopo il matrimonio non hanno mai mosso un dito per Lila; senza dire che da quando è nata l'hanno picchiata tutte le volte che volevano. E poi mi dicevo: gli uomini sono tutti della stessa pasta, solo Nino è diverso. E sospiravo, mentre si rinforzava il rancore: adesso è definitivamente chiaro che se lo prenderà Lila, anche se è sposata, e insieme si tireranno fuori da questo schifo, mentre io ci resterò per sempre. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
419:At that moment I knew what the plebs were, much more clearly than when, years earlier, she had asked me. The plebs were us. The plebs were that fight for food and wine, that quarrel over who should be served first and better, that dirty floor on which the waiters clattered back and forth, those increasingly vulgar toasts. The plebs were my mother, who had drunk wine and now was leaning against my father’s shoulder, while he, serious, laughed, his mouth gaping, at the sexual allusions of the metal dealer. They were all laughing, even Lila, with the expression of one who has a role and will play it to the utmost. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
420:wit had made her career, and it’s what had attracted him to her in the first place. He still loved Heather plenty, but too often she seemed incapable of having an adult conversation. “Do you want me to get the school calendar? I know what the ‘things’ are. Lila’s is a dance. Not prom. The other one.” “Oh, ‘the other one.’ I remember my Other One. I wore pink chiffon. My date was Jimmy Breslin, and he could only get this powder-blue tux that smelled like cats had peed on it. Or were still peeing on it, like it had hidden compartments in the tux for urinating cats to do their thing. He was a total dork, but I gave him ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
421:She never said a word to me of anger or discontent. She began instead to go around with Carmela Peluso, the daughter of the carpenter-gambler, as if I were no longer enough. Within a few days we became a trio, in which, however, I, who had been first in school, was almost always the third. They talked and joked continuously with each other, or, rather, Lila talked and joked, Carmela listened and was amused. When we went for a walk between the church and the stradone, Lila was always in the middle and the two of us on the sides. If I noticed that she tended to be closer to Carmela I suffered and wanted to go home. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
422:Eventually, traffic thinned enough to jockey back onto the highway. Meyer kept going, always staying in the right lane and keeping an eye on the berm to keep a lane of escape available. But luck stuck to them, and once past the outermost of Chicago’s sprawl, roads became rural. Lila’s father handed the paper maps to Piper, who proved an adept navigator. She led them onto forgotten roads, reasoning that the more they avoided people, the better. The gas gauge was the only barometer in need of watching, and until it started to creep down near a quarter, they’d stay out in the backwoods, pretending humanity was already gone. ~ Sean Platt, #NFDB
423:It feels like the whole world has turned upside down. There aren’t any more rules.
“Hey,” I say to Sam, because if the world’s gone crazy, then I guess I can do whatever I want. “Guess what? I’m a worker.”
He stares at me, openmouthed. Lila jerks to her feet.
“You can’t tell him that,” she says.
“Why not?” I ask, then turn to him. “I didn’t have any idea until yesterday. Wacky, right?”
“What kind?” he manages to squeak out.
“If you tell him that,” Lila says, “I’m going to kill you, but first I’m going to kill him.”
“Consider the question retracted,” Sam says, holding his hands out in a peace offering. ~ Holly Black,#NFDB
424:In the common room, they found Emer dozing in her chair, Lila scratching at the door, and Mine stirring a large pot and peering at its contents with an anxious, irritated expression. With a groan, the Archmage strode across the room and flung open the windows.
"It just needs more basil," Mine assured him. "No, it does not," Bram declared. "It needs less garlic. Didn't I tell you to follow a recipe?"
"I did follow a recipe!" Shouted Mine, defiantly flinging the rest of the basil into the pot.
"Show it to me, then."
"I threw it in the fire!"
"What have I told you about lying, child?"
"To get better at it! ~ Henry H Neff,#NFDB
425:So what are they, then,” asked Lila, “these Sea Serpents?” “Swords for hire. They sink their own ships right before they attack.” “As a distraction?” asked Lila. He shook his head. “A message. That they won’t be needing them anymore, that once they’re done killing everyone aboard and dumping the bodies in the sea, they’ll take their victims’ boat instead and sail away.” “Huh,” said Lila. “Exactly.” “Seems like a waste of a perfectly good ship.” He rolled his eyes. “Only you would mourn the vessel instead of the sailors.” “Well,” she said matter-of-factly, “the ship certainly didn’t do anything wrong. The people might have deserved it. ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
426:On December 31st of 1958 Lila had her first episode of dissolving margins, The term isn't mine, she always used it. She said that on those occasions the outlines of people and things suddenly dissolved, disappeared. That night, on the terrace where we were celebrating the arrival of 1959, when she was abruptly struck by that sensation, she was frightened and kept it to herself, still unable to name it. It was only years later, one night in November 1980--we were thirty-six, were married, had children--that she recounted in detail what had happened to her then, what still sometimes happened to her, and she used that term for the first time. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
427:This eternal lila is the eternal truth, and, therefore, its this eternal lila - the playful love-making of Radha and Krishna, which the Vaishnava poets desired to enjoy. If we analyse the Gitagovinda of Jayadeva we shall find not even a single statement which shows the poet's desire to have union with Krishna as Radha had,- he only sings praises the lila of Radha and Krishna and hankers after a chance just to have peep into the divine lila, and this peep into the divine lila is the highest spiritual gain which poets could think of. ~ Gautam Dasgupta (1976:125-26), quoted by Wimal Dissanayake, in Narratives of Agency: Self-making in China, India, and Japan, p. 132, #NFDB
428:I felt that not only in my book but in novels in general there was something that truly agitated me, a bare and throbbing heart, the same that had burst out of my chest in that distant moment when Lila had proposed that we write a story together. It had fallen to me to do it seriously. But was that what I wanted? To write, to write with purpose, to write better than I had already? And to study the stories of the past and the present to understand how they worked, and to learn, learn everything about the world with the sole purpose of constructing living hearts, which no one would ever do better than me, not even Lila if she had had the opportunity? ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
429: Lila
In us is the thousandfold Spirit who is one,
An eternal thinker calm and great and wise,
A seer whose eye is an all-regarding sun,
A poet of the cosmic mysteries.
A critic Witness pieces everything
And binds the fragments in his brilliant sheaf;
A World-adventurer borne on Destiny's wing
Gambles with death and triumph, joy and grief.
A king of greatness and a slave of love,
Host of the stars and guest in Nature's inn,
A high spectator spirit throned above,
A pawn of passion in the game divine,
One who has made in sport the suns and seas
Mirrors in our being his immense caprice.
~ Sri Aurobindo, - Lila
,#NFDB
430:What is that?"
Something bobbed on the surface, a piece of driftwood. And then another. And another. The boards floated past in broken shards, the edges burned. An unpleasant chill went through Alucard.
The Ghost was sailing through the remains of a ship.
"That," said Alucard, "is the work of Sea Serpents."
Lila's eyes widened. "Please tell me you're talking about mercenaries and not giant ship-eating snakes."
Alucard raised a brow. "Giant ship-eating snakes? Really?"
"What?" she challenged. "How am I supposed to know where to draw the line in this world?"
"You can draw it well before giant ship-eating snakes... ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
431:Next time I walk away,” she whispered into his skin, “come with me.” She let her gaze drift up to his throat, his jaw, his lips. “When this is all over, when Osaron is gone and we’ve saved the world again, and everyone else gets their happily ever after, come with me.”
“Lila,” he said, and there was so much sadness in his voice, she suddenly realized she didn’t want to hear his answer, didn’t want to think of all the ways their story could end, of the chance that none of them would make it out alive, intact. She didn’t want to think beyond this boat, this moment, so she kissed him, deeply, and whatever he was going to say, it died on his lips as they met hers. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
432:C'era qualcosa di malvagio, nella disuguaglianza, e adesso lo sapevo. Agiva in profondità, scavava oltre il denaro. Non bastava la cassa delle due salumerie e neanche quella del calzaturificio o del negozio di scarpe a nascondere la nostra origine. Lila stessa, anche se avesse preso dal tiretto ancora più soldi di quanti ne prendeva, anche se avesse preso milioni, trenta, addirittura cinquanta, non ce l'avrebbe fatta. Io me n'ero accorta e finalmente c'era una cosa che sapevo meglio di lei, l'avevo imparata non per quelle strade, ma sotto scuola, guardando la ragazza che veniva a prendere Nino. Lei ci era superiore, così, senza volerlo. E questo era insopportabile. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
433:Sai cos'è la plebe?". "Sì, maestra". Cos'era la plebe lo seppi in quel momento, e molto più chiaramente di quando anni prima la Oliviero me l'aveva chiesto. La plebe eravamo noi. La plebe era quel contendersi il cibo insieme al vino, quel litigare per chi veniva servito per primo e meglio, quel pavimento lurido su cui passavano e ripassavano i camerieri, quei brindisi sempre più volgari. La plebe era mia madre, che aveva bevuto e ora si lasciava andare con la schiena contro la spalla di mio padre, serio, e rideva a bocca spalancata per le allusioni sessuali del commerciante di metalli. Ridevano tutti, anche Lila, con l'aria di chi ha un ruolo e lo porta fino in fondo. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
434:The camera does a close-up on the girl who can miraculously see again. It cuts to the mother-in-law, then to the clueless husband. All at once, the credits run.
“Maldito sea!” Lila shoves the coffee table with her foot. “We have to wait to see that hussy get what’s coming?”
“Please. You know what’s coming.” I rub perfume on my wrists and sniff. It’s better than sour milk, and it reminds me of fancy department stores where I can only browse. I stuff a few samples in my pocket. “It’s going to end the way all the novelas end. Everybody happy.”
She shoos away my idea like it’s a bad smell. “So what? Nobody gets happy the same way. That’s what’s interesting. ~ Meg Medina,#NFDB
435:I was afraid that she would express herself in dialect, that she would say something vulgar, that it would become obvious that school for her had ended with an elementary-school diploma. I was afraid that, if she merely opened her mouth, everyone would be hypnotized by her intelligence and Professor Galiani herself would be entranced. I was afraid that the professor would find her both presumptuous and naïve and would say to me: Who is this friend of yours, stop seeing her. I was afraid she would understand that I was only Lila’s pale shadow and would be interested not in me any longer but in her, she would want to see her again, she would undertake to make her go back to school. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
436:Lila is by no means the last word. Passing through all these states, I said to the Divine Mother: 'Mother, in these states there is separation. Give me a state where there is no separation.' Then I remained for some time absorbed in the Indivisible Satchidananda. I removed the pictures of the gods and goddesses from my room. I began to perceive God in all beings. Formal worship dropped away. You see that bel-tree. I used to go there to pluck its leaves. One day, as I plucked a leaf, a bit of the bark came off. I round the tree full of Consciousness. I felt grieved because I had hurt the tree. One day I tried to pluck some durva grass, but I found I couldn't do it very well. Then I forced myself to pluck it. ~ Sri Ramakrishna, #NFDB
437:The other day I told you the meaning of bhakti. It is to adore God with body, mind, and words. 'With body' means to serve and worship God with one's hands, go to holy places with one's feet, hear the chanting of the name and glories of God with one's ears, and behold the divine image with one's eyes. 'With mind' means to contemplate and meditate on God constantly and to remember and think of His lila. 'With words' means to sing hymns to Him and chant His name and glories.
Devotion as described by Narada is suited to the Kaliyuga. It means to chant constantly the name and glories of God. Let those who have no leisure worship God at least morning and evening by whole-heartedly chanting His name and clapping their hands. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,#NFDB
438:Shouldn’t she stay on the boat?” The cat’s ear twitched, and Lila felt that whatever pleasant inclinations the cat was forming toward her, she’d just lost them.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Alucard. “The ship’s no place for a cat.” Lila was about to point out that the cat had been aboard the ship as long as she had when he added, “I believe in keeping my valuables with me.”
Lila perked up. Were cats so precious here? Or rare? She hadn’t ever seen another one, but in the little time she was ashore, she hadn’t exactly been looking. “Oh yeah?”
“I don’t like that look,” Alucard said, twisting chest and cat away.
“What look?” asked Lila innocently.
“The look that says Esa might conveniently go missing if I tell you what she’s worth. ~ Victoria Schwab,#NFDB
439:Per strada i maschi che incrociavamo ci guardavano tutte, belle, belline, brutte, e non tanto i giovani, quanto gli uomini fatti. Andava così sia nel rione che furi del rione, e Ada, Carmela, io stessa - specialmente dopo l'incidente coi Solara - avevamo imparato d'istinto a tenere gli occhi bassi, a far finta di non sentire le porcherie che ci dicevano e tirare avanti. Lila no. Andare a spasso con lei la domenica diventò un elemento permanente di tensione. Se qualcuno la guardava lei ricambiava lo sguardo. Se qualcuno le diceva qualcosa lei si fermava perplessa come se non credesse che parlavano a lei, e a volte rispondeva incuriosita. Tanto più che, cosa fuori del comune, quasi mai le rivolgevano quelle oscenità che quasi sempre riservavano a noi. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
440:My daughter would soon be the age of the ghosts of our girlhood. I found it inconceivable that in a relatively small amount of time, my daughter could wear a wedding dress, as Lila had, end up brutalized in a man's bed, lock herself in the role of Signora Carracci; I found it equally inconceivable that, as had happened to me, she could lie under the heavy body of a grown man, at night, on the Maronti, smeared with dark sand, damp air, and bodily fluids, just for revenge. I remembered the thousands of odious things we had gone through and I let the solidarity regain force. What a waste it would be, I said to myself, to ruin our story by leaving too much space for ill feelings: ill feelings are inevitable, but the essential thing is to keep them in check. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
441:From Jason Parker—I came back after nine years because I couldn’t outrun the pain. Prom night. A car wreck. My twin brother gone. Our music gone with him. Except not. I’ve got platinum behind me, and what does it mean? Nothing without the folks I love. Less than nothing without Lila Sullivan. She’s always been the one, the only one for me. Bless Bart Quinn for lending me Sea View House. My daughter was conceived there a long time ago. But I didn’t know anything about her all those years. Folks might call Katie The Daughter He Never Knew, and they’d be right. But I know her now. As for her mom and me…? Sea View House came through for us again. Our wedding took place right there. I believe in the magic. I believe in happily ever after. If that’s not love, what is? ~ Linda Barrett, #NFDB
442:Lila was able to speak through writing; unlike me when I wrote, unlike Sarratore in his articles and poems, unlike even many writers I had read and was reading, she expressed herself in sentences that were well constructed, and without error, even though she had stopped going to school, but–further–she left no trace of effort, you weren't aware of the artifice of the written word. I read and I saw her, I heard her. The voice set in the writing overwhelmed me, enthralled me even more than when we talked face to face; it was completely cleansed of the dross of speech, of the confusion of the oral; it had the vivid orderliness that I imagined would belong to conversation if one were so fortunate as to be born from the head of Zeus and not from the Grecos, the Cerullos. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
443:I pretended to be interested in their secret undertaking, but in fact I was very sorry about it. Although the two siblings had involved me by choosing me as their confidant, it was still an experience that I could enter only as witness: on that path Lila would do great things by herself, I was excluded. But above all, how, after our intense conversations about love and poetry, could she walk me to the door, as she was doing, far more absorbed in the atmosphere of excitement around a shoe?...What did I care about shoes. I still had, in my mind's eye, the most secret stages of that affair of violated trust, passion, poetry that became a book, and it was as if she and I had read a novel together, as if we had seen, there in the back of the shop and not in the parish hall on Sunday, a dramatic film. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
444:He was sitting in the back of the booth, and Lila on the outside edge, as far from him as possible. She couldn't shake the feeling he was watching her beneath that brimmed cap, even though every time she checked, his attention was leveled on the tavern behind her head. His fingers traced absent pattern in a pool of spilled ale, but his green eye twitched in concentration. It took her several long seconds to realize he was counting bodies in the room.
"Nineteen," she said coolly, and Alucard and Kell both looked at her as if she'd spoken out of turn, but Holland simply answered, "Twenty," and despite herself, Lila swiveled in her seat. She did a swift count. He was right. She'd missed on e of the men behind the bar. Dammit.
"If you have to use your eyes," he added, "you're doing it wrong. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
445:I laugh and pull out the PB&J donut I got for myself, eager to dig in. The sweet raspberry filling oozes out down my chin and I have to lick it to keep it from dripping onto my shirt. Then the donut is plucked from my hand.
“Hey, I’m—” is as far as I get before Zach is kissing me. Or, more accurately, tasting me. Maybe even devouring me.
“You had …” he says in between kisses to the corner of my mouth. “… some …” Lick. “… jam …” Kiss. “… right …” Lick. “… here.”
Oh God. This man. Could he be any sexier?
And then he’s kissing me in earnest, the experience all the sweeter thanks to the donuts. And how good he is at kissing. He pulls me down onto the couch with him and we’re nearly horizontal. Which is so not a bad thing. His fingers twine in my hair and I sigh with happiness. ~ Lila Monroe,#NFDB
446:Posso chiederle una cosa?".
"Dica".
"Che studi ha fatto?". [...]
"Nessuno".
"A sentirla parlare - e gridare - non sembra".
"Ѐcosì, ho smesso dopo la quinta elementare".
"Perché?".
"Non avevo le capacità".
"Come l'ha capito?".
"Ce le aveva Greco, io no".
La Galiani scosse la testa in segno di dissenso, disse: "Se lei avesse studiato, sarebbe riuscita bene quanto Greco".
"Come fa a dirlo?".
"Ѐ il mio mestiere".
"Voi professori insistete tanto sullo studio perché con quello vi guadagnate il pane, ma studiare non serve a niente, e nemmeno migliora, anzi rende ancora più malvagi".
"Elena è diventata più malvagia?".
"No, lei no".
"Come mai?".
Lila ficcò in testa al figlio il cappellino di lana: "Abbiamo fatto un patto da piccole: quella malvagia sono io". ~ Elena Ferrante,#NFDB
447:The girl looked at Patty with large, sad-looking eyes. She finally let out a long sigh. "Oh boy," she said. "Well. I'm sorry I said that shit about you. That stuff about you."
Patty said, "You're sixteen."
"Fifteen."
"You're fifteen, I'm the adult, and I'm the one who did something wrong."
Patty was startled to see that tears had begun to slip down the girl's face, and the girl wiped them with her hand. "I'm just tired," Lila said. "I'm just so tired."
....(Patty:) I can get you into a school, and you can go."
The girl put her head down on her arms on Patty's desk. Her shoulders shook. In a few minutes she said, looking up, her face wet. "I'm sorry. But when someone's nice to me--Oh God, it just kills me."
...Patty handed her a tissue. "It's okay. I'm telling you. It is all going to be okay. ~ Elizabeth Strout,#NFDB
448:Cuando Lila me refirió aquello, dijo también que lo que ella llamaba desbordamiento, pese a habérsele manifestado de forma clara únicamente en esa ocasión, no le resultaba del todo nuevo. Por ejemplo, a menudo había tenido la sensación de instalarse por unas pocas fracciones de segundo en una persona, una cosa, un número o una sílaba, violando sus contornos. Y el día en que su padre la había lanzado por la ventana, mientras volaba en dirección al asfalto, había tenido la certeza absoluta de que unos animalitos rojizos, muy amistosos, se dedicaban a disolver la composición de la calle para transformarla en una materia lisa y blanda. Pero aquella noche de año nuevo fue la primera vez en que notó que unos entes desconocidos rompían el perfil del mundo para revelar su naturaleza espantosa. Aquello la había conmocionado. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
449:Sleep tight in the secure arms of your daddy. I know I have. He’ll be good at making you feel safe.
When you’re scared, let him remind you that he’s right there, always ready to hold you when you need it.
More than anything, I want to tell you this: You are a fighter. You are strong. You are brave. You can accomplish anything you set your mind to. This world is yours to make the most of, and I believe you will live a life so full of happiness that I will feel it from above.
Never let others bring you down. Their words don’t change who you are. You are in control of who you are. You, my sweet Lila Kate, are your mother’s daughter. We fight for what we want and what we believe in. We don’t listen to others, and we are secure in who we are. Show the world how amazing Lila Kate Carter is, and climb mountains, baby girl. Climb them all. ~ Abbi Glines,#NFDB
450:You really work in those conditions?”
She, irritated by the contact, pulled her arm away, protesting: “And how do you work, the two of you, how do you work?”
They didn’t answer. They worked hard, that was obvious. And at least Enzo in front of him, in the factory, women worn out by the work, by humiliations, by domestic obligations no less than Lila was. Yet now they were both angry because of the conditions she worked in; they couldn’t tolerate it. You had to hide everything from men. They preferred not to know, they preferred to pretend that what happened at the hands of the boss miraculously didn’t happen to the women important to them and that—this was the idea they had grown up with—they had to protect her even at the risk of being killed. In the face of that silence Lila got even angrier. "Fuck off," she said, "you and the working class. ~ Elena Ferrante,#NFDB
451:Lila smiles, reaches into the cloth covering whatever goodies are in the basket, and pulls out a concha. The top of the pastry is a swirl of colors- deep purple, inky blue, pink, green, gold. It reminds me of the galaxy, and I stare for a moment, mesmerized, before I take it from her.
My mouth begins to water. "This smells incredible," I say. "What do I owe you?"
"It's on the house," she says, already turning away. "Enjoy."
I want to argue, but the urge to bite into the pastry is nearly irresistible now. I've never had Mexican pastries before. But first... I pick up my phone from the bench and take a picture of the gorgeous creation. Then, putting it back down, I take a big bite and close my eyes. My mouth explodes with flavors and sensations- sweet, yeasty, warm. In another three bites, I've eaten the entire four-inch ball of dough and am licking my fingers. ~ Sandhya Menon,#NFDB
452:Jack stares at me blankly. ‘A what?’ he asks.
I choke back the laugh. ‘A boy. You know? A Y-chromosome holder? You don’t seem to notice them as much as you do the X-carriers.’
‘What are you talking about?’ Jack asks, ‘A boy? She’s just a kid.’
I hesitate, wondering how Jack is only just doing the maths on this one now. ‘She’s seventeen. She’s not a kid anymore.’
Jack looks like he’s about to go all Incredible Hulk and burst out of his clothes before rampaging through the bar. He jumps off the stool. ‘If any boy ever lays a finger on my sister, I’m going to kill him,’ he says.
Again I stare at him in silence, thinking of all the girls Jack has laid fingers and much more of his anatomy on besides. Poor Lila. If she ever wants to have a shot at a normal life, as in one that doesn’t require a vow of celibacy, she needs to stay in London. ~ Sarah Alderson,#NFDB
453:I’m glad you’re here, Lila,” he said. “I hope you feel that way, too.”
Devon stared at me, a mix of emotions swirling through his eyes. I saw everything I had that first day at the Razzle Dazzle—the guilt, grief, sorrow, and all the other burdens he carried in his heart.
And then there was that hot spark, a little darker and dimmer than before, but still burning all the same.
“Me too,” I said.
Devon smiled, and that spark brightened just for a moment, and I felt an answering bit of warmth stir in my own heart. I nodded at him, and we both went back to our food, things a little less tense between us. A few seconds later, we were laughing, along with Oscar, as Mo and Felix talked over each other nonstop.
Somewhere between those laughs and all the others that morning, I realized something.
My home. My friends. My Family.
Sometimes, good things come in threes. ~ Jennifer Estep,#NFDB
454:But one afternoon Lila said softly that there was nothing that could eliminate the conflict between the rich and the poor.
"Why?"
"Those who are on the bottom always want to be on top, those who are on top want to stay on top, and one way or another they always reach the point where they're kicking and spitting at each other."
"That's exactly why problems should be resolved before violence breaks out."
"And how? Putting everyone on top, putting everyone on the bottom?"
"Finding a point of equilibrium between the classes."
"A point where? Those from the bottom meet those from the top in the middle?"
"Let's say yes."
"And those on top will be willing to go down? And those on the bottom will give up on going any higher?"
"If people work to solve all problems well, yes. You're not convinced?"
"No. The classes aren't playing cards, they're fighting, and it's a fight to the death. ~ Elena Ferrante,#NFDB
455:I went to Lila’s house in search of comfort. But I knew I had made a mistake with her, too. I had done something stupid: I hadn’t told her about going with Stefano to get the photograph. Why had I been silent? Was I pleased with the role of peacemaker that her husband had proposed and did I think I could exercise it better by being silent about the visit to the Rettifilo? Had I been afraid of betraying Stefano’s confidence and as a result, without realizing it, betrayed her? I didn’t know. Certainly it hadn’t been a real decision: rather, an uncertainty that first became a feigned carelessness, then the conviction that not having said right away what had happened made remedying the situation complicated and perhaps vain. How easy it was to do wrong. I sought excuses that might seem convincing to her, but I wasn’t able to make them even to myself. I sensed that the foundations of my behavior were flawed, I was silent. On ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
456: The purpose of creation, is lila. The concept of lila escapes all the traditional difficulties in assigning purpose to the creator. Lila is a purpose-less purpose, a natural outflow, a spontaneous self-manifestation of the Divine. The concept of lila, again, emphasizes the role of delight in creation. The concept of Prakriti and Maya fail to explain the bliss aspect of Divine. If the world is manifestation of the Force of Satcitananda, the deployment of its existence and consciousness, its purpose can be nothing but delight. This is the meaning of delight. Lila, the play, the child’s joy, the poet’s joy, the actor’s joy, the mechanician’s joy of the soul of things eternally young, perpetually inexhaustible, creating and recreating Himself in Himself for the sheer bliss of that self-creation, of that self-representation, Himself the play, Himself the player, Himself the playground ~ Sri Aurobindo, Philosophy of Social Development, pp-39-40, #NFDB
457:From the very start, when the Islamists attempted to impose their laws against women, there were massive demonstrations, with hundreds of thousands of women pouring into the streets of Tehran protesting against the new laws. When Khomeini announced the imposition of the veil, there were protests in which women took to the streets with the slogans: “Freedom is neither Eastern nor Western; it is global” and “Down with the reactionaries! Tyranny in any form is condemned!” Soon the protests spread, leading to a memorable demonstration in front of the Ministry of Justice, in which an eight-point manifesto was issued. Among other things, the manifesto called for gender equality in all domains of public and private life as well as for the guarantee of fundamental freedoms for both men and women. It also demanded that “the decision over women’s clothing, which is determined by custom and the exigencies of geographical location, be left to women.” Women ~ Lila Azam Zanganeh, #NFDB
458:Starkly in an instant she saw herself as she really was-alone in a wood standing among blue shadows with no sounds and the air a sort of black ice. She had no coat. All the people she’d known had forgotten her. Her mother, biting off thread between her teeth, couldn’t hear her, and her father with his eyes turned sorrowfully inward did not see her. They never had. Those she loved did not need her. Lila and Carl danced together in a bubble. Ralph Eastman picked lint from his sleeve. Buddy tucked in his shirttails, jumped in a truck and drove away. Fiona Speed showed the back of her hat, heading downtown in a cab. They all had more important concerns, they were all in their own lives, and there was no room for her. At night their doors were shut and through lit windows she could see them consulting one another, checking the baby, looking after business, licking envelopes, turning back the bedcover, shutting off the light switch, while she was left stranded out in the chill night in the true human state, lost, in the dark, alone. ~ Susan Minot, #NFDB
459:It was early morning and already hot. There was a strong odor of earth and grass drying in the sun. We climbed among tall shrubs, on indistinct paths that led toward the tracks. When we reached an electrical pylon we took off our smocks and put them in the schoolbags, which we hid in the bushes. Then we raced through the scrubland, which we knew well, and flew excitedly down the slope that led to the tunnel. The entrance on the right was very dark: we had never been inside that obscurity. We held each other by the hand and entered. It was a long passage, and the luminous circle of the exit seemed far away. Once we got accustomed to the shadowy light, we saw lines of silvery water that slid along the walls, large puddles. Apprehensively, dazed by the echo of our steps, we kept going. Then Lila let out a shout and laughed at the violent explosion of sound. Immediately I shouted and laughed in turn. From that moment all we did was shout, together and separately: laughter and cries, cries and laughter, for the pleasure of hearing them amplified. The tension diminished, the journey began. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
460:And yet, as I was returning in the car to Florence, I had the impression that there in the neighborhood, between backwardness and modernity, she had more history than I did. How much I had lost by leaving, believing I was destined for who knows what life. Lila, who had remained, had a very new job, she earned a lot of money, she acted in absolute freedom and according to schemes that were indecipherable. She was very attached to her son, she had been extremely devoted to him in the first years of his life, and she still kept an eye on him; but she seemed capable of being free of him as and when she wanted, he didn’t cause her the anxieties my daughters caused me. She had broken with her family, and yet she took on their burden and the responsibility for them whenever she could. She took care of Stefano who was in trouble, but without getting close to him. She hated the Solaras and yet she submitted to them. She was ironic about Alfonso and was his friend. She said she didn’t want to see Nino again, but I knew it wasn’t so, that she would see him. Hers was a life in motion, mine was stopped. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
461:My friend tugged her husband’s arm with both hands. She used all her strength, and I who knew her thoroughly felt that if she could she would have wrenched it from his body, crossed the room holding it high above her head, blood dripping in her train, and she would have used it as a club or a donkey’s jawbone to crush Marcello’s face with a solid blow. Ah yes, she would have done it, and at the idea my heart pounded furiously, my throat became dry. Then she would have dug out the eyes of both men, she would have torn the flesh from the bones of their faces, she would have bitten them. Yes, yes, I felt that I wanted that, I wanted it to happen. An end of love and of that intolerable celebration, no embraces in a bed in Amalfi. Immediately shatter everything and every person in the neighborhood, tear them to pieces, Lila and I, go and live far away, lightheartedly descending together all the steps of humiliation, alone, in unknown cities. It seemed to me the just conclusion to that day. If nothing could save us, not money, not a male body, and not even studying, we might as well destroy everything immediately. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
462:I concluded that first of all I had to understand better what I was. Investigate my nature as a woman. I had been excessive, I had striven to give myself male capacities. I thought I had to know everything, be concerned with everything. What did I care about politics, about struggles. I wanted to make a good impression on men, be at their level. I had been conditioned by my education, which had shaped my mind, my voice. To what secret pacts with myself had I consented, just to excel. And now, after the hard work of learning, what must I unlearn. Also, I had been forced by the powerful presence of Lila to imagine myself as I was not. I was added to her, and I felt mutilated as soon as I removed myself. Not an idea, without Lila. Not a thought I trusted, without the support of her thoughts. Not an image. I had to accept myself outside of her. The gist was that. Accept that I was an average person. What should I do. Try again to write. Maybe I didn’t have the passion. I merely limited myself to carrying out a task. So don’t write anymore. Find some job. Or act the lady, as my mother said. Shut myself up in the family. Or turn everything upside down. Home. Children. Husband. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
463:Schopenhauer’s thought has some limitations. He denounced the world as illusion, but nowhere explained how or why this illusion had come into being. His conception of salvation is no less problematic. If what lies behind the world is nothingness, the simplest path to salvation is suicide. Schopenhauer resists this implication with the argument that killing oneself solves nothing, since the will simply renews itself in some other form. But if life is nothing but pain, death resolves everything for the suffering individual – however illusory he or she may be.
On the other hand, accepting that the world is an illusion need not mean seeking to escape from it. As Schopenhauer pictures it in much of his work, human life – like everything that exists – is purposeless striving. But from another point of view, this aimless world is pure play. In some Indian traditions, the universe is the play (in Sanskrit, lila) of the spirit. Schopenhauer held fast to the belief that the world was in need of redemption. But from what? Everything that exists is only maya, after all. Seeking no deliverance from the world’s insubstantial splendour, a liberated mind might find fulfillment by playing its part in the universal illusion. ~ John N Gray,#NFDB
464:To the Nameless Saints who soothe the winds and still the restless sea...
Lenos turned his grandmother's talisman between his hands as he prayed.
I beg protection for this vessel--
A sound shuddered through the ship, followed by a swell of cursing. Lenos looked up as Lila got to her feet, steam rising from her hands.
-- and those who sail aboard it. I beg kind waters and clear skies as we make our way--
"If you break my ship, I will kill you all," shouted Jasta.
His fingers tightened around the pendant.
-- our way into danger and darkness.
"Damned Antari," muttered Alucard, storming up the steps to the landing where Lenos stood, elbows on the rail.
The captain slumped down against a crate and produced a flask. "This is why I drink."
Lenos pressed on.
I beg this as a humble servant, with faith in the vast world, in all its power.
He straightened, tucking the necklace back under his collar.
"Did I interrupt?" asked Alucard.
Lenos looked from the singe marks on the deck to Jasta bellowing from the wheel as the ship tepped suddenly sideways under the force of whatever magic the three Antari were working, and at last to the man who sat drinking on the floor.
"Not really, ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
465:put on three plays a year. This was Millie's second year in drama, and she had only done bit roles, which suited her fine. She confided in Lila that her real reason for joining the group was to find a husband—she had no acting ambition. All the interesting guys hung around there. They were already into rehearsals of The Owl and the Pussycat, the December production, starring the two most talented actors in school. She persuaded Lila to sneak backstage and watch. Millie ushered Lila into the wings of the dark stage. Lila melted into the curtain and watched the actors rehearse, illuminated only by the work light. Their voices resonated in the empty auditorium, filling Lila with awe. Absorbed in their performance, Lila startled when the instructor called for a break. She realized she had been holding her breath. Suddenly she knew she wanted to join this group. Yet she would never have the courage to do it. How could she? She was no match for these students. They probably had taken acting lessons and performed plays all through high school. All Lila had to her credit was her fifth-grade Christmas performance. But she knew in that moment that every chance she had would be spent in this theater, watching an enchanting world. At the campus bookstore she flipped through a copy of The ~ C S Lakin, #NFDB
466:It was during that journey to Via Orazio that I began to be made unhappy by my own alienness. I had grown up with those boys, I considered their behavior normal, their violent language was mine. But for six years now I had also been following daily a path that they were completely ignorant of and in the end I had confronted it brilliantly. With them I couldn’t use any of what I learned every day, I had to suppress myself, in some way diminish myself. What I was in school I was there obliged to put aside or use treacherously, to intimidate them. I asked myself what I was doing in that car. They were my friends, of course, my boyfriend was there, we were going to Lila’s wedding celebration. But that very celebration confirmed that Lila, the only person I still felt was essential even though our lives had diverged, no longer belonged to us and, without her, every intermediary between me and those youths, that car racing through the streets, was gone. Why then wasn’t I with Alfonso, with whom I shared both origin and flight? Why, above all, hadn’t I stopped to say to Nino, Stay, come to the reception, tell me when the magazine with my article’s coming out, let’s talk, let’s dig ourselves a cave that can protect us from Pasquale’s driving, from his vulgarity, from the violent tones of Carmela and Enzo, and also—yes, also—of Antonio? ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
467:When she did, her mouth fell open. The vivid glamour of the world outside paled in comparison to the world within. It was a palace of vaulting glass and shimmering tapestry and, woven through it all like light, magic. The air was alive with it. Not the secret, seductive magic of the stone, but a loud, bright, encompassing thing. Kell had told Lila that magic was like an extra sense, layered on top of sight and smell and taste, and now she understood. It was everywhere. In everything. And it was intoxicating. She could not tell if the energy was coming from the hundreds of bodies in the room, or from the room itself, which certainly reflected it. Amplified it like sound in an echoing chamber. And it was strangely—impossibly—familiar. Beneath the magic, or perhaps because of it, the space itself was alive with color and light. She’d never set foot inside St. James, but it couldn’t possibly have compared to the splendor of this. Nothing in her London could. Her world felt truly grey by comparison, bleak and empty in a way that made Lila want to kiss the stone for freeing her from it, for bringing her here, to this glittering jewel of a place. Everywhere she looked, she saw wealth. Her fingers itched, and she resisted the urge to start picking pockets, reminding herself that the cargo in her own was too precious to risk being caught. The ~ V E Schwab, #NFDB
468:But he’s such a coward,” Finn said to Maia. They were scraping the old paint off Arabella’s deck fittings, a job which Clovis did not care for.
“I don’t think it’s cowardly to be afraid of hiding in a dark cellar and waiting to be snatched by two horrible crows,” said Maia.
Finn frowned. “You’re always defending him,” he said crossly.
“Well, he’s alone in the world.”
“So am I alone in the world,” said Finn.
“No, you aren’t. You’ve got Lila, who adores you, and Professor Glastonberry and the chief of police and all the Indians here. And when you get to the Xanti you’ll probably have lots and lots of relatives. Aunts and uncles and cousins--and maybe grandparents, too. A huge family…”
“Do you think so? I hadn’t thought of it like that.” Finn did not look particularly pleased.
Maia nodded. “It’s sure to be like that. Whereas Clovis and I don’t have anybody.”
“You’ve got Miss Minton.”
It was Maia’s turn to stare. Three months ago she hadn’t known that Miss Minton existed. When she’d first seen her, she thought she was a terrifying witch. But now…
There was a pause. Then:
“And you’ve got me,” said Finn.
Maia lifted her head and smiled at him. For a moment she felt completely happy. Then she looked at Finn’s hand resting on the tiller.
“But you’re going away.”
“Yes,” he said. “That’s true. I’m going away. ~ Eva Ibbotson,#NFDB
469:She wrote, in the last pages, of feeling all the evil of the neighborhood around her. Rather, she wrote obscurely, good and evil are mixed together and reinforce each other in turn. Marcello, if you thought about it, was really a good arrangement, but the good tasted of the bad and the bad tasted of the good, it was a mixture that took your breath away. A few evenings earlier, something had happened that had really scared her. Marcello had left, the television was off, the house was empty, Rino was out, her parents were going to bed. She was alone in the kitchen washing the dishes and was tired, really without energy, when there was an explosion. She had turned suddenly and realized that the big copper pot had exploded. Like that, by itself. It was hanging on the nail where it normally hung, but in the middle there was a large hole and the rim was lifted and twisted and the pot itself was all deformed, as if it could no longer maintain its appearance as a pot. Her mother had hurried in in her nightgown and blamed her for dropping it and ruining it. But a copper pot, even if you drop it, doesn't break and doesn't become misshapen like that. "It's this sort of thing," Lila concluded, "that frightens me. More than Marcello, more than anyone. And I feel that I have to find a solution, otherwise, everything, one thing after another, will break, everything, everything. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
470:Unlike many at court, who tried to spend as much time in front of the king as they could, Destin valued his privacy. So, in addition to his apartment within the palace, he kept a suite of rooms at the Cup and Comfort Inn on the riverfront. Any kind of pleasure could be had at the Cup and Comfort for a price, but what Destin treasured most was anonymity. This was a place where he could be himself.
So it was with not a little alarm that he unlocked the door to his rooms at the inn to find Lila Barrowhill sleeping in his fireside chair.
He froze in the doorway, but she must have heard him, because she opened her eyes and smiled at him sleepily. “I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in. I didn’t want to draw attention by sitting outside your door.”
Destin stepped inside and shut and locked the door behind him. Then turned to glare at her, his arms folded.
Lila grinned when she saw his expression. “Blood and bones, Karn, I’m so glad you’re still alive. It always seems that I’m a lot happier to see you than you are to see me. Well, except for that time you came to Oden’s Ford. Then there was that time in King Gerard’s garden—”
“How did you find this place?”
“I needed a cup and some comfort, and this place was recommended,” she said. She held up a cup she’d no doubt filled down in the taproom. “It’s truly amazing. You really can get anything you want here.” She winked at him. ~ Cinda Williams Chima,#NFDB
471:Then came the day Maia had dreaded. The last of the provisions were loaded onto the Arabella--manioc flour and dried beans and oil for the Primus stove and gifts for the Indians.
That night Finn came to say good-bye to Furo and the others.
“You’re to look after Maia,” he told them. “Promise me you will not let any harm come to her.”
And Furo, who had been sulking because he, too, wanted to go with Finn, gave his promise, as did Tapi and Conchita. Only old Lila was inconsolable, weeping and rocking back and forth and declaring that she would be dead before he returned.
Watching from her window, Maia saw him come out of Lila’s hurt, and for a moment she thought he was going to leave without saying good-bye. Then he walked across the compound and stood under her window and she heard him whistle the tune that he had whistled on the night she came.
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,
Blow the wind south o’er the bonny blue sea…
She ran outside then and hugged him and wished him luck, and she did not cry.
“You’re not to spoil it for him,” Minty had said, and she didn’t.
But when he had gone, she stood for a long time by the window, trying to remember the words of the song. It was a song begging the wind to bring back someone who had gone away in a ship, but she did not think it ended happily.
Well, why should it? Why should the wind care if she never saw Finn again? ~ Eva Ibbotson,#NFDB
472:They put me in jail. Holy shit. They put me in fucking jail. Call my mother and tell her I love her, call my father and tell him I can’t loan him any more money, call my grandmother and tell her she needs to stop day drinking. I am never getting out of this. All right, on the plus side, it’s not like I’m sitting in a city jail. It’s a hotel holding room, which basically means beige-colored carpet with beige walls and a beige futon. In Vegas, if they put you in beige, you are seriously fucked. No sequins or rhinestones anywhere means I must have done something abominable. Okay. I take three deep breaths, trying to achieve my zone neutrality. Or something. I don’t know! Okay, keep calm, Julia. Maybe they can help. Maybe they can help piece together whatever insane stuff you did last night. Or rather, the weird shit that your David Tennant personality did. On second thought, maybe talking about Doctor Who would be a very bad thing right now. The door opens, and Gray Suit— his name’s actually Todd, but I’m sticking with Gray Suit— enters and sits down in a chair opposite me. “Now Ms. Stevens—” “I’m not going to prison,” I blurt out. “I’m too soft. I watched Orange is the New Black. I don’t want to eat tampon sandwiches.” Gray Suit blinks slowly. “Okay. I’ll bear that in mind.” “Look, what the hell am I even doing here?” I snap. Great, Julia. Get snippy with the authorities. This’ll go down swimmingly. “What is happening?” Gray Suit sighs. “It’s about what you did last night, Ms. Stevens. ~ Lila Monroe, #NFDB
473:Fiz a descida toda no escuro. Agora via-se a Lua entre nuvens ralas de rebordos claros e a noite estava perfumada, ouvia-se o ruído hipnótico das ondas. Já na praia tirei os sapatos, a areia era fria, uma luz azul-cinza alongava-se até ao mar e depois espalhava-se pela extensão trémula da água. Pensei: sim, a Lila tem razão, a beleza das coisas é uma caracterização, o céu é o trono do medo; estou viva, neste momento, aqui a dez passos da água e na verdade isso não é belo, é aterrador; faço parte, juntamente com esta praia, com o mar, com o fervilhar de todas as formas animais, do terror universal; neste momento sou a partícula infinitesimal através da qual o terror de cada coisa toma consciência de si; eu; eu que oiço o ruído do mar, que sinto a humidade e a areia fria; eu que imagino Ischia inteira, os corpos abraçados de Nino e Lila, Stefano a dormir sozinho na casa nova cada vez menos nova, as Fúrias a favorecerem a felicidade de hoje para alimentarem a violência de amanhã. Sim, é verdade, tenho muito medo e por isso desejo que tudo acabe depressa, que as imagens dos pesadelos me comam a alma. Desejo que desta obscuridade saiam bandos de cães raivosos, víboras, escorpiões, enormes serpentes marinhas. Desejo que enquanto estou aqui sentada, à beira do mar, surjam da noite assassinos que me martirizem o corpo. Oh, sim, que eu seja castigada pela minha inadaptação, que me aconteça o pior, algo tão devastador que me impeça de fazer frente a esta noite, ao dia de amanhã, às horas e aos dias que me confirmarão, com provas cada vez mais esmagadoras, a minha constituição inadequada. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
474:What I can make people do . . . it’s not what they want to do. It may sound corny, but I want people to like me for me, not because I can force them to or because of who my mom is or who I am in the Family. You know?”
He raised his green gaze to my blue one. “That’s one of the things I like about you, Lila. You don’t care about any of that.”
“Just one of the things?” I teased, trying to make him laugh a little, just so he’d forget his guilt and grief, if only for a few moments.
“Just one.” His voice took on a low, husky note. “I could list all the others, if you want.”
My gaze locked with his and my soulsight kicked in, showing me all of his emotions. And I felt them, too—more intensely than I ever had before. His heart still ached with that soul-crushing guilt, and it always would. But that hot spark I’d seen inside him that first day at the Razzle Dazzle had finally ignited into a roaring fire, burning as hot and bright as my own emotions were right now.
Devon hesitated, then leaned in, just a little. My breath caught in my throat.
He inched forward a little more. I wet my lips.
He came even closer, so close that his warm breath brushed my cheek and his scent flooded my nose, that sharp, fresh tang of pine. Clean and crisp, just like he was, inside and out. I sighed. Suddenly, my hands itched to touch him, to trace my fingers over the sharp planes of his face, and then slide them lower, over all of his warm, delicious muscles . . .
“Lila,” he whispered.
I shivered, loving the sound of my name on his lips—lips that were heartbreakingly close to mine— ~ Jennifer Estep,#NFDB
475:The basic recurring theme in Hindu mythology is the creation of the world by the self-sacrifice of God—"sacrifice" in the original sense of "making sacred"—whereby God becomes the world which, in the end, becomes again God. This creative activity of the Divine is called lila, the play of God, and the world is seen as the stage of the divine play. Like most of Hindu mythology, the myth of lila has a strong magical flavour. Brahman is the great magician who transforms himself into the world and then performs this feat with his "magic creative power", which is the original meaning of maya in the Rig Veda. The word maya—one of the most important terms in Indian philosophy—has changed its meaning over the centuries. From the might, or power, of the divine actor and magician, it came to signify the psychological state of anybody under the spell of the magic play. As long as we confuse the myriad forms of the divine lila with reality, without perceiving the unity of Brahman underlying all these forms, we are under the spell of maya. (...) In the Hindu view of nature, then, all forms are relative, fluid and ever-changing maya, conjured up by the great magician of the divine play. The world of maya changes continuously, because the divine lila is a rhythmic, dynamic play. The dynamic force of the play is karma, important concept of Indian thought. Karma means "action". It is the active principle of the play, the total universe in action, where everything is dynamically connected with everything else. In the words of the Gita Karma is the force of creation, wherefrom all things have their life. ~ Fritjof Capra, #NFDB
476:How did you know? How did you know who I was as soon as you saw me come out of the trapdoor in the museum?”
“You’re so like your father. The eyes, the way your voice is pitched. He wasn’t much older than you are now when he ran away from Westwood. And I knew he’d married an Indian woman and had a son; we kept in touch. So when I saw that the crows had caught you, I realized your plan had gone wrong.”
“You mean you knew what we were planning?” said Maia--not at all pleased.
“More or less. Your acting skills are not very great,” said Miss Minton, “And as a liar you are bottom of the class. I made friends with old Lila, and when she realized that I knew Bernard, she told me about this place. But you seemed to know what you were doing, so I left you to it.”
“We did know what we were doing,” said Finn. “But Clovis just went berserk when he got down to the cellar. Some skulls came tumbling out of a packing case, and he saw these eye sockets staring at him. Then he fell over a throwing spear and the lamp kept going out. There was a weird moaning noise, too--it was only the water pipes--but he got hysterical and said he felt sick and he couldn’t go through with it. I suppose it was sort of stage fright--he really thought the crows were going to hurt him. I’d promised Maia I wouldn’t let him get too scared, so I stayed. I meant to make a dash for it when the crows opened the door and lead them away from him. When the sloth fell over he thought it was a bomb!”
“Poor Clovis,” said Maia.
“She’s always sticking up for him,” said Finn.
“Still, he gave a fine performance at the end, you must admit,” said Miss Minton. ~ Eva Ibbotson,#NFDB
477:would look for us. When I think of the pleasure of being free, I think of the start of that day, of coming out of the tunnel and finding ourselves on a road that went straight as far as the eye could see, the road that, according to what Rino had told Lila, if you got to the end arrived at the sea. I felt joyfully open to the unknown. It was entirely different from going down into the cellar or up to Don Achille’s house. There was a hazy sun, a strong smell of burning. We walked for a long time between crumbling walls invaded by weeds, low structures from which came voices in dialect, sometimes a clamor. We saw a horse make its way slowly down an embankment and cross the street, whinnying. We saw a young woman looking out from a balcony, combing her hair with a flea comb. We saw a lot of small snotty children who stopped playing and looked at us threateningly. We also saw a fat man in an undershirt who emerged from a tumbledown house, opened his pants, and showed us his penis. But we weren’t scared of anything: Don Nicola, Enzo’s father, sometimes let us pat his horse, the children were threatening in our courtyard, too, and there was old Don Mimì who showed us his disgusting thing when we were coming home from school. For at least three hours, the road we were walking on did not seem different from the segment that we looked out on every day. And I felt no responsibility for the right road. We held each other by the hand, we walked side by side, but for me, as usual, it was as if Lila were ten steps ahead and knew precisely what to do, where to go. I was used to feeling second in everything, and so I was sure that to her, who had always been first, everything ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
478:The lobby of the Fanny Briggs Memorial Building was almost finished when she arrived. As if to distract from the minuscule and cramped philosophy of what would transpire on the floors above, the city offered visitors the spacial bounty of the lobby. The ersatz marble was firm underfoot like real marble, sheer, and produced trembling echoes effortlessly. The circle of Doric columns braced the weight above without complaint. The mural, however, was not complete. It started out jauntily enough to Lila Mae’s left. Cheerless Indians holding up a deerskin in front of a fire. The original tenants, sure. A galleon negotiating the tricky channels around the island. Two beaming Indians trading beads to a gang of white men—the infamous sale of the Island. Big moment, have to include that, the first of many dubious transactions in the city’s history. (They didn’t have elevators yet. That’s why the scenes look so flat to Lila Mae: the city is dimensionless.) The mural jumped to the Revolution then, she noticed, skipped over a lot of stuff. The painter seemed to be making it up as he went along, like the men who shaped the city. The Revolution scene was a nice setpiece—the colonists pulling down the statue of King George III. They melted it down for ammunition, if she remembers correctly. It’s always nice when a good mob comes together. The painting ended there. (Someone knocks at the door of her room in 117 Second Avenue, but she doesn’t open her eyes.) Judging from the amount of wall space that remained to Lila Mae’s right, the mural would have to get even more brief in its chronicle of the city’s greatest hits. Either the painter had misjudged how much space he had or the intervening years weren’t that compelling to him. Just the broad strokes, please. ~ Colson Whitehead, #NFDB
479:When Ash said nothing, Lila growled, “You broke her heart, you know. The least you can do is talk to her.”
“I have talked to her. I tried, anyway. I told her up front that I wasn’t looking for a long-term sweetheart. I thought we both agreed to that.”
“Did you make her sign a bloody contract?” Lila laughed, but there was a bitter edge to it. “‘I promise that I won’t fall in love with the moody, mysterious Ash Hanson. I will enjoy his rangy body, his broad shoulders, and shapely leg, all the while knowing it’s a lease, not a buy.’”
“Shapely leg?” Ash thrust out his leg, pretending to examine it, hoping to interrupt the litany of his physical gifts.
But Lila was on a roll. “‘I will not fall into those blue-green eyes, deep as twin mountain pools, nor succumb to the lure of his full lips. Well, I will succumb, but for a limited time only. And the stubble—have I mentioned the stubble?’”
Ash’s patience had run out. Lila was far too fluent in Fellsian for his liking. “Shut up, Lila.”
“Isn’t there anyone who meets your standards?”
“At least I have standards.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Ouch!” Lila clutched her shoulder. “A fair hit, sir. A fair hit.” Her smile faded. “The problem is, hope is the thing that can’t be reined in by rules or pinned down by bitter experience. It’s a blessing and curse.”
For a long moment, Ash stared at her. He would have been less surprised to hear his pony reciting poetry.
“Who knew you were a philosopher?” he said finally. “Now. If you’re staying, let’s talk about something else. Where’s your posting this term?”
“I’m going back to the Shivering Fens,” Lila said, “where the taverns are as rare as a day without rain. Where you have to keep moving or grow a crop of moss on your ass.”
Good-bye, poetry, Ash thought. “Sounds lovely. ~ Cinda Williams Chima,#NFDB
480:How do you know when the Sarows is coming?" hummed Lila as she made her way down the ship's narrow hall, fingertips skimming either wall for balance.
Right about the, Alucard's warning about Jasta was coming back in full force.
"Never challenge that one to a drinking contest. Or a sword fight. Or anything else you might lose. Because you will."
The boat rocked beneath her fee. Or maybe she was the one rocking. Hell. Lila was slight, but not short of practice, and even so, she'd never had so much trouble holding her liquor.
When she got to her room, she found Kell hunched over the Inheritor, examining the markings on its side.
"Hello, handsome," she said, bracing herself in the doorway.
Kell looked up, a smile halfway to his lips before it fell away. "You're drunk," he said, giver her a long, appraising look. "And you're not wearing any shoes."
"Your powers of observation are astonishing." Lila looked down at her bare feet. "I lost them."
"How do you lose shoes?"
Lila crinkled her brow. "I bet them. I lost."
Kell rose. "To who?"
A tiny hiccup. "Jasta."
Kell sighed. "Stay here." He slipped past her into the hall, a hand alighting on her waist and then, too soon, the touch was gone. Lila make her way to the bed and collapsed onto it, scooping up the discarded Inheritor and holding it up to the light. The spindle at the cylinder's base was sharp enough to cut, and she turned the device carefully between her fingers, squinting to make out the words wrapped around it.
Rosin, read one side.
Cason, read the other.
Lila frowned, mouthing the words as Kell reappeared in the doorway. "Give-- and Take," he translated, tossing her the boots.
She sat up too fast, winced. "How did you manage that?"
"I simply explained that she couldn't have them-- they wouldn't have fit-- and then I gave her mine."
Lila looked down at Kell's bare feet, and burst into laughter. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
481:For no obvious reason, I began to look closely at the women on the stradone. Suddenly it seemed to me that I had lived with a sort of limited gaze: as if my focus had been only on us girls, Ada, Gigliola, Carmela, Marisa, Pinuccia, Lila, me, my schoolmates, and I had never really paid attention to Melina’s body, Giuseppina Pelusi’s, Nunzia Cerullo’s, Maria Carracci’s. The only woman’s body I had studied, with ever-increasing apprehension, was the lame body of my mother, and I had felt pressed, threatened by that image, and still feared that it would suddenly impose itself on mine. That day, instead, I saw clearly the mothers of the old neighborhood. They were nervous, they were acquiescent. They were silent, with tight lips and stooping shoulders, or they yelled terrible insults at the children who harassed them. Extremely thin, with hollow eyes and cheeks, or with broad behinds, swollen ankles, heavy chests, they lugged shopping bags and small children who clung to their skirts and wanted to be picked up. And, good God, they were ten, at most twenty years older than me. Yet they appeared to have lost those feminine qualities that were so important to us girls and that we accentuated with clothes, with makeup. They had been consumed by the bodies of husbands, fathers, brothers, whom they ultimately came to resemble, because of their labors or the arrival of old age, of illness. When did that transformation begin? With housework? With pregnancies? With beatings? Would Lila be misshapen like Nunzia? Would Fernando leap from her delicate face, would her elegant walk become Rino’s, legs wide, arms pushed out by his chest? And would my body, too, one day be ruined by the emergence of not only my mother’s body but my father’s? And would all that I was learning at school dissolve, would the neighborhood prevail again, the cadences, the manners, everything be confounded in a black mire, Anaximander and my father, Folgóre and Don Achille, valences and the ponds, aorists, Hesiod, and the insolent vulgar language of the Solaras, as, over the millenniums, had happened to the chaotic, debased city itself? I ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
482:I asked her to tell me what the best moment of her life had been
Did she?
Yes, she told me about a trip the two of you had taken to Europe together right after you graduated from high school.
Pascal in Paris, it had been a dream of hers to visit Pascal’s grave. On that trip she finally did. I’d never seen her so excited.
That wasn’t it.
It wasn’t?
No, it was in a hostel in Venice. The two of you had been travelling for a couple of weeks and all of your clothes were filthy. You didn’t mind the dirty clothes very much. Lila said you were able to roll with the punches and for you, everything about the trip, even the dirty laundry, was a great adventure. But Lila liked things a certain way, and she hated being dirty. That day she had gone off in search of a laundry mat but hadn’t been able to find one. You were sleeping in a room with a dozen bunks, women and men together. In the middle of the night Lila woke up and realized you weren’t in your bed. She thought you must have gone to the bathroom, but after a couple minutes when you hadn’t returned she became worried. She climbed down from her bunk and went to the bathroom to find you, you weren’t there. She wondered up and down the hallway softly calling your name. A few of the rooms were private and had the doors closed. As she became increasingly worried she began putting her ear to those doors listening for you. Then she heard banging down below. Alarmed she went down the dark stairwell to the basement. She saw you before you saw her. You were working in the dim light of a single blub standing over an old hand operated washing machine. She asked what you were doing, what does it look like you said smiling. What Lila remembered from that night was that you actually looked happy to be standing there in the cold basement in the middle of the night washing clothes by hand. And she knew you wouldn’t have minded wearing dirty clothes for another week or two, you were doing it for her.
She said that.
Yes when I asked her what the best moment of her life had been she had told me that story.
But it was nothing.
To her it was. ~ Michelle Richmond,#NFDB
483:– Je li istina da ste zaista poludeli Ferdinande? – upita me ona jednog četvrtka-
– Poludeo sam! – priznadoh.
– Onda će vas ovde lečiti?
– Strah se ne leči, Lola.
– Znači, toliko vas je strah?
– I više od toga, Lola, toliko me je strah da čak i da umrem svojom prirodnom smrću, kasnije, nikako ne dam da me spale! Hteo bih da me spuste u zemlju, da istrulim na groblju, mirno, spreman možda da oživim... Ko to zna? A ako me spale, Lola, razumete li, sa mnom je gotovo, konačno gotovo... Kostur, uprkos svemu, još liči na čoveka... Ipak može lakše da oživi od pepela... Pepeo znači kraj... Šta kažete na to? ... I onda, razume se, rat...
– O, pa vi ste zaista poslednja kukavica, Ferdinande. Odvratni ste, kao pacov...
– Da, poslednja kukavica, Lola, odbijam rat i sve što uz to ide... Ne kažem da žalim zbog rata... Ja se s njim ne mirim... Ja zbog rata ne lijem suze... Ja ga načisto odbacujem sa svim ljudima u njemu, ništa neću da imam ni s njima ni s njim. Čak i da je njih devet stotina devedeset pet miliona tamo, a ja ovamo sam, ipak oni nisu u pravu, Lola, a ja jesam, jer ja jedini znam šta hoću: neću više da umirem.
– Ali, Ferdinande, nije moguće odbiti odlazak u rat! Samo ludaci i kukavice odbijaju da ratuju kad im je domovina u opasnosti.
– Onda živeli ludaci i kukavice! Ili tačnije, neka prežive ludaci i kukavice. Pamtite li, Lila, bar jedno ime vojnika iz Stogodišnjeg rata?... Jeste li ikad potražili samo jedno od njihovih imena?... Niste, zar ne?... Nikad se niste potrudili da saznate! Za vas su oni isto toliko bezimeni, nevažni i neznani koliko i posledni atom ovog pritiskivača za hartiju tu, pred nama, koliko i vaše govno od jutros... Eto vidite, Lola, da su poginuli bez razloga! Bez ikakvog razloga, budale jedne! To ja vama kažem. I dokazao sam. Jedino je život važan! Za deset hiljada godina, možemo da se kladimo, ovaj rat, koji nama uzgleda toliko značajan, biće potpuno zaboravljen... Možda će se još jedva tuce naučnika prepirati tu i tamo oko datuma glavnih pokolja po kojima se proslavio... To je sve što ljudi umeju da pamte jedni o drugima u razmaku od nekoliko vekova, nekoliko godina, nekoliko časova... Ja u budućnost ne verujem, Lola... ~ Louis Ferdinand C line,#NFDB
484:The sun starts to sink lower over the ocean, and Zach somehow magics up a fire from driftwood and kindling.
And then he brings out the marshmallows.
Not a bag of mass-produced, uniform white cylinders of sugar. But two not-quite-square, hand-made, artisanal marshmallows.
I look up at him. “Are you kidding me right now?”
The right side of his mouth kicks up in a smirk that says I gave him exactly the reaction he was looking for. “Nope,” he says. “I asked the baker and she made these special for us. After all, I did promise you.”
He grabs a forked stick and roasts them for us. When they’re perfectly golden brown and sagging off the stick, he slides it onto a graham cracker, and adds a square of chocolate.
I put the entire thing in my mouth.
“Ohmigod!” I murmur. “This is amazing!”
“Transcendent?” he teases.
“Absolutely.” I agree, licking some of the sugar off my fingers.
He grabs my wrist and the next thing I know, he’s licking the sugar off my fingers.
Oh God, and now I’m thinking of last night and what else he licked. As I watch, his eyes get intense; he’s thinking the same.
“We can’t have sex on the beach,” I say breathlessly. “Too sandy.”
“You have a one-track mind, don’t you?” he teases. “I only brought you here for the sunset.”
Aaaand now I feel like an idiot. “Right,” I cough, blushing. “Well, thank you.”
“But …” He adds, his mouth curving into that sexy smile that kills me. “That doesn’t mean we can’t … kiss.” His hand comes up to push a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
I nod because resistance is futile. The best I can do is make light of it so he can’t see the emotion coursing through me. “I’m pretty sure it’s the law that when you drink wine and eat artisanal marshmallows on the beach, you have to kiss.” I wave vaguely toward where we left the car. “I saw it on the sign by the parking lot.”
“Well, if it’s a law,” he grins. A second later, his lips find mine.
He tastes like wine and sugar, and pure Zach. I sigh in pleasure. This picnic, the marshmallows—everything—just might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.
But that perfect sunset? We totally miss it.
After all, there are better things to do. ~ Lila Monroe,#NFDB
485:Go on," Kell told him without taking his eyes from Lila. " Get some rest."
Hastra shifted. "I can't, sir," he said. "I'm to escort Miss Bard--"
"I'll take that charge," cut in Kell. Hastra bit his lip and retreated several steps.
Lila let her forehead come to rest against his, her face so close the features blurred. And yet, that fractured eye shone with frightening clarity.
"You never told me," he whispered.
"You never noticed," she answered. And then, "Alucard did."
The blow landed, and Kell started to pull away when Lila's eyelids fluttered and she swayed dangerously.
He braced her. "Come on," he said gently. "I have a room upstairs. Why don't we--"
A sleepy flicker of amusement. "Trying to get me into bed?"
Kell mustered a smile. "It's only fair. I've spent enough time in yours."
"If I remember correctly," she said, her voice dreamy with fatigue, "you were on top of the bed the entire time."
"And tied to it," observed Kell.
Her words were soft at the edges. "Those were the days..." she said, right before she fell forward. It happened so fast Kell could do nothing but throw his arms around her.
"Lila?" he asked, first gently, and then more urgently. "Lila?"
She murmured against his front, something about sharp knives and soft corners, but didn't rouse, and Kell shot a glance at Hastra, who was still standing there, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
"What have you done?" demanded Kell.
"It was just a tonic, sir," he fumbled, "something for sleep."
"You drugged her?"
"It was Tieren's order," said Hastra, chastised. "He said she was mad and stubborn and no use to us dead." Hastra lowered his voice when he said this, mimicking Tieren's tone with startling accuracy.
"And what do you plan to do when she wakes back up?"
Hastra shrank back. "Apologize?"
Kell made an exasperated sound as Lila nuzzled-- actually nuzzled-- his shoulder.
"I suggest," he snapped at the young man, "you think of something better. Like an escape route."
Hastra paled, and Kell swept Lila up into his arms, amazed at her lightness... Kell swept through the halls until he reached his room and lowered Lila onto the couch.
Hastra handed him a blanket. "Shouldn't you take off her knives?"
"There's not enough tonic in the world to risk it," said Kell. ~ V E Schwab,#NFDB
486:Lila who has connected, is connecting, our personal knowledge of poverty and abuse to the armed struggle against the fascists, against the owners, against capital. I admit it here, openly, for the first time: in those September days I suspected that not only Pasquale—Pasquale driven by his history toward the necessity of taking up arms—not only Nadia, but Lila herself had spilled that blood. For a long time, while I cooked, while I took care of my daughters, I saw her, with the other two, shoot Gino, shoot Filippo, shoot Bruno Soccavo. And if I had trouble imagining Pasquale and Nadia in every detail—I considered him a good boy, something of a braggart, capable of fierce fighting but of murder no; she seemed to me a respectable girl who could wound at most with verbal treachery—about Lila I had never had doubts: she would know how to devise the most effective plan, she would reduce the risks to a minimum, she would keep fear under control, she would be able to give murderous intentions an abstract purity, she knew how to remove human substance from bodies and blood, she would have no scruples and no remorse, she would kill and feel that she was in the right. So there she was, clear and bright, along with the shadow of Pasquale, of Nadia, of who knows what others. They drove through the piazza in a car and, slowing down in front of the pharmacy, fired at Gino, at his thug’s body in the white smock. Or they drove along the dusty road to the Soccavo factory, garbage of every type piled up on either side. Pasquale went through the gate, shot Filippo’s legs, the blood spread through the guard booth, screams, terrified eyes. Lila, who knew the way well, crossed the courtyard, entered the factory, climbed the stairs, burst into Bruno’s office, and, just as he said cheerfully: Hi, what in the world are you doing around here, fired three shots at his chest and one at his face. Ah yes, militant anti-fascism, new resistance, proletarian justice, and other formulas to which she, who instinctively knew how to avoid rehashing clichés, was surely able to give depth. I imagined that those actions were necessary in order to join, I don’t know, the Red Brigades, Prima Linea, Nuclei Armati Proletari. Lila would disappear from the neighborhood as Pasquale had. Maybe that’s why she had tried to leave Gennaro with me, apparently for a month, in reality intending to give him to me forever. We would never see each other again. Or she would be arrested, like the leaders ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
487:they are acting all the while in the spirit of rajasic ahaṅkara, persuade themselves that God is working through them and they have no part in the action. This is because they are satisfied with the mere intellectual assent to the idea without waiting for the whole system and life to be full of it. A continual remembrance of God in others and renunciation of individual eagerness (spr.ha) are needed and a careful watching of our inner activities until God by the full light of self-knowledge, jñanadı̄pena bhasvata, dispels all further chance of self-delusion. The danger of tamogun.a is twofold, first, when the Purusha thinks, identifying himself with the tamas in him, "I am weak, sinful, miserable, ignorant, good-for-nothing, inferior to this man and inferior to that man, adhama, what will God do through me?" - as if God were limited by the temporary capacities or incapacities of his instruments and it were not true that he can make the dumb to talk and the lame to cross the hills, mūkaṁ karoti vacalaṁ paṅguṁ laṅghayate girim, - and again when the sadhak tastes the relief, the tremendous relief of a negative santi and, feeling himself delivered from all troubles and in possession of peace, turns away from life and action and becomes attached to the peace and ease of inaction. Remember always that you too are Brahman and the divine Shakti is working in you; reach out always to the realisation of God's omnipotence and his delight in the Lila. He bids Arjuna work lokasaṅgraharthaya, for keeping the world together, for he does not wish the world to sink back into Prakriti, but insists on your acting as he acts, "These worlds would be overpowered by tamas and sink into Prakriti if I did not do actions." To be attached to inaction is to give up our action not to God but to our tamasic ahaṅkara. The danger of the sattvagun.a is when the sadhak becomes attached to any one-sided conclusion of his reason, to some particular kriya or movement of the sadhana, to the joy of any particular siddhi of the yoga, perhaps the sense of purity or the possession of some particular power or the Ananda of the contact with God or the sense of freedom and hungers after it, becomes attached to that only and would have nothing else. Remember that the yoga is not for yourself; for these things, though they are part of the siddhi, are not the object of the siddhi, for you have decided at the beginning to make no claim upon God but take what he gives you freely and, as for the Ananda, the selfless soul will even forego the joy of God's presence, ... ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays In Philosophy And Yoga, #NFDB
488:those who gave me the most pleasure. You know why? Because you’re an idiot, and even to fuck well it takes a little intelligence. For example you don’t know how to give a blow job, you’re hopeless, and it’s pointless to explain it to you, you can’t do it, it’s too obvious that it disgusts you. And he went on like that for a while, making speeches that became increasingly crude; with him vulgarity was normal. Then he wanted to explain clearly how things stood: he was marrying her because of the respect he felt for her father, a skilled pastry maker he was fond of; he was marrying her because one had to have a wife and even children and even an official house. But there should be no mistake: she was nothing to him, he hadn’t put her on a pedestal, she wasn’t the one he loved best, so she had better not be a pain in the ass, believing she had some rights. Brutal words. At a certain point Michele himself must have realized it, and he became gripped by a kind of melancholy. He had murmured that women for him were all games with a few holes for playing in. All. All except one. Lina was the only woman in the world he loved—love, yes, as in the films—and respected. He told me, Gigliola sobbed, that she would have known how to furnish this house. He told me that giving her money to spend, yes, that would be a pleasure. He told me that with her he could have become truly important, in Naples. He said to me: You remember what she did with the wedding photo, you remember how she fixed up the shop? And you, and Pinuccia, and all the others, what the fuck are you, what the fuck do you know how to do? He had said those things to her and not only those. He had told her that he thought about Lila night and day, but not with normal desire, his desire for her didn’t resemble what he knew. In reality he didn’t want her. That is, he didn’t want her the way he generally wanted women, to feel them under him, to turn them over, turn them again, open them up, break them, step on them, and crush them. He didn’t want her in order to have sex and then forget her. He wanted the subtlety of her mind with all its ideas. He wanted her imagination. And he wanted her without ruining her, to make her last. He wanted her not to screw her—that word applied to Lila disturbed him. He wanted to kiss her and caress her. He wanted to be caressed, helped, guided, commanded. He wanted to see how she changed with the passage of time, how she aged. He wanted to talk with her and be helped to talk. You understand? He spoke of her in way that to me, to me—when we are about to get married—he has never spoken. ~ Elena Ferrante, #NFDB
77 Integral Yoga
31 Yoga
15 Poetry
3 Occultism
2 Philsophy
1 Philosophy
1 Alchemy
84 Sri Aurobindo
30 Sri Ramakrishna
10 Walt Whitman
9 Nolini Kanta Gupta
8 A B Purani
5 George Van Vrekhem
4 The Mother
2 Sri Ramana Maharshi
2 Satprem
2 Ralph Waldo Emerson
2 Mahendranath Gupta
44 Record of Yoga
29 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
10 Whitman - Poems
8 The Synthesis Of Yoga
8 Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo
7 The Life Divine
5 Preparing for the Miraculous
4 Essays Divine And Human
3 Talks
3 Letters On Yoga II
3 Letters On Yoga I
3 Isha Upanishad
3 Essays In Philosophy And Yoga
3 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 07
2 Essays On The Gita
2 Emerson - Poems
2 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02
0.00 - INTRODUCTION, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
Sri Ramakrishna set himself to the task of practising the disciplines of Tantra; and at the bidding of the Divine Mother Herself he accepted the Brahmani as his guru. He performed profound and delicate ceremonies in the Panchavati and under the bel-tree at the northern extremity of the temple compound. He practised all the disciplines of the sixty-four principal Tantra books, and it took him never more than three days to achieve the result promised in any one of them. After the observance of a few preliminary rites, he would be overwhelmed with a strange divine fervour and would go into samadhi, where his mind would dwell in exaltation. Evil ceased to exist for him. The word "carnal" lost its meaning. The whole world and everything in it appeared as the Lila, the sport, of Siva and Sakti. He beheld held everywhere manifest the power and beauty of the Mother; the whole world, animate and inanimate, appeared to him as pervaded with Chit, Consciousness, and with Ananda, Bliss.
He saw in a vision the Ultimate Cause of the universe as a huge luminous triangle giving birth every moment to an infinite number of worlds. He heard the Anahata Sabda, the great sound Om, of which the innumerable sounds of the universe are only so many echoes. He acquired the eight supernatural powers of yoga, which make a man almost omnipotent, and these he spurned as of no value whatsoever to the Spirit. He had a vision of the divine Maya, the inscrutable Power of God, by which the universe is created and sustained, and into which it is finally absorbed. In this vision he saw a woman of exquisite beauty, about to become a mother, emerging from the Ganges and slowly approaching the Panchavati. Presently she gave birth to a child and began to nurse it tenderly. A moment later she assumed a terrible aspect, seized the child with her grim jaws, and crushed it. Swallowing it, she re-entered the waters of the Ganges.
01.05 - Rabindranath Tagore: A Great Poet, a Great Man, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
Tagore is no inventor or innovator when he posits Spirit as Beauty, the spiritual consciousness as the ardent rhythm of ecstasy. This experience is the very core of Vaishnavism and for which Tagore is sometimes called a Neo-Vaishnava. The Vaishnava sees the world pulsating in glamorous beauty as the Lila (Play) of the Lord, and the Lord, God himself, is nothing but Love and Beauty. Still Tagore is not all Vaishnava or merely a Vaishnava; he is in addition a modern (the carping voice will say, there comes the dilution and adulteration)in the sense that problems exist for himsocial, political, economic, national, humanitarianwhich have to be faced and solved: these are not merely mundane, but woven into the texture of the fundamental problem of human destiny, of Soul and Spirit and God. A Vaishnava was, in spite of his acceptance of the world, an introvert, to use a modern psychological phrase, not necessarily in the pejorative sense, but in the neutral scientific sense. He looks upon the universe' and human life as the play of the Lord, as an actuality and not mere illusion indeed; but he does not participate or even take interest in the dynamic working out of the world process, he does not care to know, has no need of knowing that there is a terrestrial purpose and a diviner fulfilment of the mortal life upon earth. The Vaishnava dwells more or less absorbed in the Vaikuntha of his inner consciousness; the outer world, although real, is only a symbolic shadowplay to which he can but be a witness-real, is only a nothing more.
A modern idealist of the type of a reformer would not be satisfied with that role. If he is merely a moralist reformer, he will revolt against the "witness business", calling it a laissez-faire mentality of bygone days. A spiritual reformer would ask for morea dynamic union with the Divine Will and Consciousness, not merely a passive enjoyment in the Bliss, so that he may be a luminous power or agent for the expression of divine values in things mundane.
0 1961-07-07, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I quite understand. But when one speaks of the Lila, the divine play, it implies that He in some way remains in the background and doesnt really get into the act, as they say that Hes no really part of the game, but simply watches.
Yes, yes He is! He is totally involved in it. He Himself is the Play.
0 1963-12-03, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Then I received a letter from M., the captain, saying that they had felt it was a test, the Lila2 of the Lord (he called it the Lila of the universal Mother) and asking me if it was true. I was happy and answered him that it was true and that I was happy. And everyone told me, They were wonderful. As if doing that performance in the rain had given rise to a kind of will in them, and they were remarkable: everybody was enthusiastic. So instead of saying to the Lord, Thats not nice, I thanked Him heartily! And I laughed, I thought, There you have it! Its always that way.
And all the experiences come in that way (Mother makes a round, global gesture). It cant be expressed with words; there are a hundred things that come together like that, and which (gesture of round movements within that round totality), and then there is the sense of a light (which might be like a will, but not a will formulated with words), a light that moves within it all and arranges it all, then produces a resultwhich isnt one small thing, one point or one thing: its a mass of things; and its always moving, always in motion, always in a kind of progression towards a more perfect reorganization. And the sense of individual action, of individual participation, of individual will, seems so IDIOTIC that its absolutely impossible to have it. Even if one tried, one couldnt. Once one LIVES that the whole sense of individual importance in all that seems so STUPID, you know, that its absolutely impossible to think that way or feel that way.
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Lila: the divine play.
The egoistic illusion.
03.01 - Humanism and Humanism, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
Esoteric Christianity also has given us the conception of the Human Divine; but it is somewhat different from the Vaishnava revelation which has found rather the Divine Human. In other words, as I have already said, one has brought down the divinity nearer to the human appreciation and has humanised it; in the other the human has been uplifted and made into an archetypal reality where the human terms have been more or less symbols and figures having not merely human but a supra-human significance. The entire Vaishnava Lila passes not on this earth at all, but eternally in the eternal world of consciousness cinmayabehind all earthly (and human) manifestation and expression.
It is the cult of the Divine Human which enunciates the mystic truth that man is greater than all and surpasses the Vedic Law (which aims usually at the impersonal Absolute). But Man here is to be understood as the Divine Person in his human norm, not at all the human man, as modern humanists of our country would like to have. It does not mean the glorification of man's human attributes and movements, even if they be most sattwic and idealistic; it refers rather to the divinised type, the archetype that is eternal in the super-consciousness. And when such a Man lives and acts upon earth he does so in manner and measure that do not belong to this plane.
03.06 - Divine Humanism, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
Esoteric Christianity also has given us the conception of the Human Divine; but it is somewhat different from the Vaishnava revelation which has found rather the Divine Human. In other words, as I have already said, one has brought down the divinity nearer to human appreciation and has humanised it; in the other, the human has been uplifted and made into an archetypal reality where the human terms are more or less symbols and figures, having not merely a human but a suprahuman significance. The entire Vaishnava Lila takes place not on this earth at all, but eternally in the eternal world of the inner consciousness cinmayabehind all earthly (and human) manifestation and expression.
It is the cult of the Divine Human which enunciates the mystic truth that Man is greater than all and surpasses even the Vedic Law (which aims usually at the impersonal Absolute). But Man -here is to be understood as the Divine Person in his human norm, not the human man at all, as modern humanists of our country would like to have it. It does not mean the glorification of man's human attributes and movements, even if they be most sattwic and idealistic; it refers rather to the divinised type, the archetype that is eternally in the super-consciousness. And when such a Man lives and acts on earth, he does so in a manner and measure that do not belong to this plane of humanity familiar to us.
1.01 - Adam Kadmon and the Evolution, #Preparing for the Miraculous, #George Van Vrekhem, #Integral Yoga
man). For reasons surpassing our understanding (his Lila),
this God wanted to know himself by manifesting himself,
1.01 - Our Demand and Need from the Gita, #Essays On The Gita, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
of Life in our divine scope as the Lila2 of the Divine; and in some directions it is more immediately rich and fruitful, for it brings forward into the foreground along with divine knowledge, divine works and an enriched devotion of divine Love, the secrets also of the Hatha and Raja Yogas, the use of the body and of mental askesis for the opening up of the divine life on all its planes, to which the Gita gives only a passing and perfunctory attention. Moreover it grasps at that idea of the divine perfectibility of man, possessed by the Vedic Rishis but thrown into the background by the intermediate ages, which is destined to fill so large a place in any future synthesis of human thought, experience and aspiration.
We of the coming day stand at the head of a new age of development which must lead to such a new and larger synthesis. We are not called upon to be orthodox Vedantins of any of the three schools or Tantrics or to adhere to one of the theistic religions of the past or to entrench ourselves within the four corners of the teaching of the Gita. That would be to limit ourselves and to attempt to create our spiritual life out of the being, knowledge and nature of others, of the men of the past, instead of building it out of our own being and potentialities. We do not belong to the past dawns, but to the noons of the future. A mass of new material is flowing into us; we have not only to assimilate the influences of the great theistic religions of India and of the world and a recovered sense of the meaning of Buddhism, but to take full account of the potent though limited revelations of modern knowledge and seeking; and, beyond that, the remote and dateless past which seemed to be dead is returning upon us with an effulgence of many luminous secrets long lost to the consciousness of mankind but now breaking out again from behind the veil. All this points to a new, a very rich, a very vast synthesis; a fresh and widely embracing harmonisation of our gains is both an intellectual and a spiritual necessity of the future.
1.02.2.1 - Brahman - Oneness of God and the World, #Isha Upanishad, #unset, #Zen
4 This is the Vaishnava image of the Lila applied usually to the play of the Personal
Deity in the world, but equally applicable to the active impersonal Brahman.
1.02 - The Stages of Initiation, #Knowledge of the Higher Worlds, #Rudolf Steiner, #Theosophy
shape and color. Let him ponder on the thought: "The invisible will become visible. If I could not think, then that which will only become visible later on could not already make its presence felt to me." Particular stress must be laid on the following point: what the student thinks he must also feel with intensity. In inner tranquility, the thought mentioned above must become a conscious inner experience, to the exclusion of all other thoughts and disturbances. And sufficient time must be taken to allow the thought and the feeling which is coupled with it to bore themselves into the soul, as it were. If this be accomplished in the right way, then after a time-possibly not until after numerous attempts-an inner force will make itself felt. This force will create new powers of perception. The grain of seed will appear as if enveloped in a small luminous cloud. In a sensible-supersensible way, it will be felt as a kind of flame. The center of this flame evokes the same feeling that one has when under the impression of the color Lilac, and the edges as when under the impression of a bluish tone. What was formerly invisible now becomes visible, for it is created by the power of the thoughts and feelings
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time. The attempt will most likely fail hundreds and hundreds of times. It is just a question of not losing patience. After many attempts you will succeed in experiencing a feeling In your soul corresponding to the state of soul of the person observed, and you will begin to notice that through this feeling a power grows in your soul that leads to spiritual insight into the state of soul of the other. A picture experienced as luminous appears in your field of vision. This spiritually luminous picture is the so-called astral embodiment of the desire observed in that soul. Again the impression of this picture may be described as flame-like, yellowish-red in the center, and reddish-blue or Lilac at the edges. Much depends on treating such spiritual experiences with great delicacy. The best thing is not to speak to anyone about them except to your teacher, if you have one. Attempted descriptions of such experiences in inappropriate words usually only lead to gross self-deception. Ordinary terms are employed which are not intended for such things, and are therefore too gross and clumsy. The consequence is that in the attempt to clo the the experience in words we are misled into blending the actual experience
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1.03 - PERSONALITY, SANCTITY, DIVINE INCARNATION, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
The Logos passes out of eternity into time for no other purpose than to assist the beings, whose bodily form he takes, to pass out of time into eternity. If the Avatars appearance upon the stage of history is enormously important, this is due to the fact that by his teaching he points out, and by his being a channel of grace and divine power he actually is, the means by which human beings may transcend the limitations of history. The author of the Fourth Gospel affirms that the Word became flesh; but in another passage he adds that the flesh profiteth nothingnothing, that is to say, in itself, but a great deal, of course, as a means to the union with immanent and transcendent Spirit. In this context it is very interesting to consider the development of Buddhism. Under the forms of religious or mystical imagery, writes R. E. Johnston in his Buddhist China, the Mahayana expresses the universal, whereas Hinayana cannot set itself free from the domination of historical fact. In the words of an eminent orientalist, Ananda K. Coomaraswamy, The Mahayanist believer is warnedprecisely as the worshipper of Krishna is warned in the Vaishnavite scriptures that the Krishna Lila is not a history, but a process for ever unfolded in the heart of man that matters of historical fact are without religious significance (except, we should add, insofar as they point to or themselves constitute the meanswhe ther remote or proximate, whether political, ethical or spiritualby which men may come to deliverance from selfness and the temporal order.)
In the West, the mystics went some way towards liberating Christianity from its unfortunate servitude to historic fact. (or, to be more accurate, to those various mixtures of contemporary record with subsequent inference and phantasy, which have, at different epochs, been accepted as historic fact). From the writings of Eckhart, Tauler and Ruysbroeck, of Boehme, William Law and the Quakers, it would be possible to extract a spiritualized and universalized Christianity, whose narratives should refer, not to history as it was, or as someone afterwards thought it ought to be, but to processes forever unfolded in the heart of man. But unfortunately the influence of the mystics was never powerful enough to bring about a radical Mahayanist revolution in the West. In spite of them, Christianity has remained a religion in which the pure Perennial Philosophy has been overlaid, now more, now less, by an idolatrous preoccupation with events and things in timeevents and things regarded not merely as useful means, but as ends, intrinsically sacred and indeed divine. Moreover such improvements on history as were made in the course of centuries were, most imprudently, treated as though they themselves were a part of historya procedure which put a powerful weapon into the hands of Protestant and, later, of Rationalist controversialists. How much wiser it would have been to admit the perfectly avowable fact that, when the sternness of Christ the Judge had been unduly emphasized, men and women felt the need of personifying the divine compassion in a new form, with the result that the figure of the Virgin, mediatrix to the mediator, came into increased prominence. And when, in course of time, the Queen of Heaven was felt to be too awe-inspiring, compassion was re-personified in the homely figure of St. Joseph, who thus became me thator to the me thatrix to the me thator. In exactly the same way Buddhist worshippers felt that the historic Sakyamuni, with his insistence on recollectedness, discrimination and a total dying to self as the principal means of liberation, was too stern and too intellectual. The result was that the love and compassion which Sakyamuni had also inculcated came to be personified in Buddhas such as Amida and Maitreyadivine characters completely removed from history, inasmuch as their temporal career was situated somewhere in the distant past or distant future. Here it may be remarked that the vast numbers of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, of whom the Mahayanist theologians speak, are commensurate with the vastness of their cosmology. Time, for them, is beginningless, and the innumerable universes, every one of them supporting sentient beings of every possible variety, are born, evolve, decay and the, only to repeat the same cycleagain and again, until the final inconceivably remote consummation, when every sentient being in all the worlds shall have won to deliverance out of time into eternal Suchness or Buddhahood This cosmological background to Buddhism has affinities with the world picture of modern astronomyespecially with that version of it offered in the recently published theory of Dr. Weiszcker regarding the formation of planets. If the Weiszcker hypothesis is correct, the production of a planetary system would be a normal episode in the life of every star. There are forty thousand million stars in our own galactic system alone, and beyond our galaxy other galaxies, indefinitely. If, as we have no choice but to believe, spiritual laws governing consciousness are uniform throughout the whole planet-bearing and presumably life-supporting universe, then certainly there is plenty of room, and at the same time, no doubt, the most agonizing and desperate need, for those innumerable redemptive incarnations of Suchness, upon whose shining multitudes the Mahayanists love to dwell.
1.03 - Preparing for the Miraculous, #Preparing for the Miraculous, #George Van Vrekhem, #Integral Yoga
the Lila. I say begin because the Divine Reality is not so
simple that at the first touch you can know all of it or put it
1.05 - Bhakti Yoga, #Amrita Gita, #Swami Sivananda Saraswati, #Hinduism
20. Practise the nine modes of devotion or Nava-vidha Bhakti, viz., Sravana (hearing the Lilas of the Lord), Kirtan (singing His Name), Smarana (His remembrance), Padasevana (service of His Feet), Archana (offering flowers), Vandana (prostrations), Dasyam (servant-Bhava), Sakhya (His friendship), and Atmanivedana (self-surrender).
21. Say unto the Lord: I am Thine, all is Thine, Thy Will be done. Feel you are an instrument in the hands of the Lord, that the Lord works through your mind, body and senses. Offer all your actions and the fruits of the actions unto the Lord. This is the way to do self-surrender.
1.06 - THE MASTER WITH THE BRAHMO DEVOTEES, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
Sri Ramakrishna continued: "It is also true that after the vision of God the devotee desires to witness His Lila. After the destruction of Ravana at Rama's hands, Nikasha, Ravana's mother, began to run away for fear of her life. Lakshmana said to Rama: 'Revered Brother, please explain this strange thing to me. This Nikasha is an old woman who has suffered a great deal from the loss of her many sons, and yet she is so afraid of losing her own life that she is taking to her heels!' Rama bade her come near, gave her assurance of safety, and asked her why she was running away. Nikasha answered: 'O
Rama, I am able to witness all this Lila of Yours because I am still alive. I want to live longer so that I may see the many more things You will do on this earth.' (All laugh.) (To Shivanath) "I like to see you. How can I live unless I see pure-souled devotees? I feel as if they had been my friends in a former incarnation."
Reincarnation of soul & Inscrutability of God's ways A BRAHMO DEVOTEE: "Sir, do you believe in the reincarnation of the soul?"
1.08 - THE MASTERS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
"Can everyone comprehend Brahman, the Indivisible Existence-Knowledge-Bliss Absolute? He alone has attained perfect love of God who, having reached the Absolute, keeps himself in the realm of the Relative in order to enjoy the divine Lila. A man can describe the ways and activities of the Queen if he has previously visited her in England.
Only then will his description of the Queen be correct. Sages like Bharadvaja adored Rama and said: 'O Rama, You are nothing but the Indivisible Satchidananda. You have appeared before us as a human being, but You look like a man because You have shrouded Yourself with Your own maya.' These rishis were great devotees of Rama: and had supreme love for God."
1.09 - Sri Aurobindo and the Big Bang, #Preparing for the Miraculous, #George Van Vrekhem, #Integral Yoga
has plunged to experience the Lila of rediscovering himself.
Matter may be considered the lowest form of substance, al
1.1.02 - The Aim of the Integral Yoga, #Letters On Yoga II, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
Ignorance, Illusion or Lila: when you enter the static and immutable Divine Truth, they say, you pass out of cosmic existence.
They [the ancient Yogas] aimed at realisation and did not care
1.1.04 - Philosophy, #Essays Divine And Human, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
Nevertheless conduct is a great part of our existence and the mere metaphysical, logical or scientific knowledge that either does not help me to act or even limits my self-manifestation through action, cannot be my only concern. For God has not set me here merely to think, to philosophise, to weave metaphysical systems, to play with words and syllogisms, but to act, love and know. I must act divinely so that I may become divine in being and deed; I must learn to love God not only in Himself but in all beings, appearances, objects, enjoyments, events, whether men call them good or bad, real or mythical, fortunate or calamitous; and I must know Him with the same divine impartiality and completeness in order that I may come to be like Him, perfect, pure and unlimited - that which all sons of Man must one day be. This, I cannot help thinking, is the meaning and purpose of the Lila. It is not true that because I think, I am; but rather because I think, feel and act, and even while I am doing any or all of these things, can transcend the thought, feeling and
Philosophy
1.1.05 - The Siddhis, #Essays Divine And Human, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
them, not only made inward use of them but manifested them with no inconsiderable frequency in His Lila. I see nothing in this long record immoral, dangerous or frivolous. But because
Europe looks with scorn and incredulity on these "miracles" and this "magic", we too must needs be ashamed of them, hustle them into the background and plead that only a few charlatans and followers of false paths profess their use. But as for us, we are men of intellect and spirituality, ascetics, devotees, self-deniers,
1.10 - Theodicy - Nature Makes No Mistakes, #Preparing for the Miraculous, #George Van Vrekhem, #Integral Yoga
plunged into its opposite, for reasons called his Lila in the
Hindu tradition, which also means that they were funda-
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Mothers story, was the Lila of the Divine, and therefore our
Lila, for we are that. If the Vedantic premises are correct,
1.11 - The Kalki Avatar, #Preparing for the Miraculous, #George Van Vrekhem, #Integral Yoga
standing and in Hinduism are called his Lila. This effusion
of worlds, from the highest formations of Sat-Chit-Ananda
1.11 - WITH THE DEVOTEES AT DAKSHINEWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
I want to tell you something else. It is good to remain on the plane of the Lila after reaching the Nitya."
M: "You once said that one comes down to the plane of the Lila in order to enjoy the divine play."
MASTER; "No, not exactly that. The Lila is real too.
"Let me tell you something. Whenever you come here, bring a trifle with you. Perhaps I shouldn't say it; it may look like egotism. I also told Adhar Sen that he should bring a pennyworth of something with him. I asked Bhavanath to bring a pennyworth of betel-leaf. Have you noticed Bhavanath's devotion? Narendra and he seem like man and woman. He is devoted to Narendra. Bring Narendra here with you in a carriage, and also bring some sweets with you. It will do you good.
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MASTER: "That also is true. Good produces good, and bad produces bad. Don't you get the hot taste if you eat chillies? But these are all God's Lila, His play."
TANTRIK: "Then what is the way for us? We shall have to reap the result of our past karma, shall we not?"
1.12 - Delight of Existence - The Solution, #The Life Divine, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
6:Again if we look at World-Existence rather in its relation to the self-delight of eternally existent being, we may regard, describe and realise it as Lila, the play, the child's joy, the poet's joy, the actor's joy, the mechanician's joy of the Soul of things eternally young, perpetually inexhaustible, creating and re-creating Himself in Himself for the sheer bliss of that selfcreation, of that self-representation, - Himself the play, Himself the player, Himself the playground. These three generalisations of the play of existence in its relation to the eternal and stable, the immutable Sachchidananda, starting from the three conceptions of Maya, Prakriti and Lila and representing themselves in our philosophical systems as mutually contradictory philosophies, are in reality perfectly consistent with each other, complementary and necessary in their totality to an integral view of life and the world. The world of which we are a part is in its most obvious view a movement of Force; but that Force, when we penetrate its appearances, proves to be a constant and yet always mutable rhythm of creative consciousness casting up, projecting in itself phenomenal truths of its own infinite and eternal being; and this rhythm is in its essence, cause and purpose a play of the infinite delight of being ever busy with its own innumerable self-representations. This triple or triune view must be the starting-point for all our understanding of the universe.
7:Since, then, eternal and immutable delight of being moving out into infinite and variable delight of becoming is the root of the whole matter, we have to conceive one indivisible conscious Being behind all our experiences supporting them by its inalienable delight and effecting by its movement the variations of pleasure, pain and neutral indifference in our sensational existence. That is our real self; the mental being subject to the triple vibration can only be a representation of our real self put in front for the purposes of that sensational experience of things which is the first rhythm of our divided consciousness in its response and reaction to the multiple contacts of the universe. It is an imperfect response, a tangled and discordant rhythm preparing and preluding the full and unified play of the conscious Being in us; it is not the true and perfect symphony that may be ours if we can once enter into sympathy with the One in all variations and attune ourselves to the absolute and universal diapason.
1.12 - THE FESTIVAL AT PNIHTI, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
Nitya and Lila
MASTER (to M.): "A man should reach the Nitya, the Absolute, by following the trail of the Lila, the Relative. It is like reaching the roof by the stairs. After realizing the Absolute, he should climb down to the Relative and live on that plane in the company of devotees, charging his mind with the love of God. This is my final and most mature opinion.
"God has different forms, and He sports in different ways. He sports as Isvara, deva, man, and the universe. In every age He descends to earth in human form, as an Incarnation, to teach people love and devotion. There is the instance of Chaitanya. One can taste devotion and love of God only through His Incarnations. Infinite are the ways of God's play, but what I need is love and devotion. I want only the milk. The milk comes through the udder of the cow. The Incarnation is the udder."
1.13 - THE MASTER AND M., #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
In the same state he said, addressing the devotees: "That which is Brahman is verily akti. I address That, again, as the Mother. I call It Brahman when It is inactive, and akti when It creates, preserves, and destroys. It is like water, sometimes still and sometimes covered with waves. The Incarnation of God is a part of the Lila of akti. The purpose of the Divine Incarnation is to teach man ecstatic love for God. The Incarnation is like the udder of the cow, the only place milk is to be got. God incarnates Himself as man. There is a great accumulation of divinity in an Incarnation, like the accumulation of fish in a deep hollow in a lake."
Some of the devotees wondered, "Is Sri Ramakrishna an Incarnation of God, like Krishna, Chaitanya, and Christ?"
1.14 - INSTRUCTION TO VAISHNAVS AND BRHMOS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
Blissful comrade of Krishna, well-spring of Krishna's Lila, Child of Himlaya, best of the gopis, beloved of Govinda!
Sacred Ganga, Giver of moksha!
1.17 - M. AT DAKSHINEWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
"But the Nitya and the Lila are the two aspects of the same Reality. As I have said before, it is like the roof and the steps leading to it. The Absolute plays in many ways: 397
as Isvara, as the gods, as man, and as the universe. The Incarnation is the play of the Absolute as man. Do you know how the Absolute plays as man? It is like the rushing down of water from a big roof through a pipe; the power of Satchidananda-nay, Satchidananda Itself-descends through the conduit of a human form as water descends through the pipe. Only twelve sages, Bharadvaja and the others, recognized Rma as an Incarnation of God. Not everyone can recognize an Incarnation.
1.18 - M. AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
MASTER (to M.): "The Nitya and the Lila are the two aspects of the Reality. God, plays in the world as man for the sake of His devotees. They can love God only if they see Him in a human form; only then can they show their affection for Him as their Brother, Sister, Father, Mother, or Child.
"It is just for this love of the devotees that God contracts Himself into a human form and descends on earth to play His Lila."
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1.19 - THE MASTER AND HIS INJURED ARM, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
(To M.) "Since my arm was injured a deep change has come over me. I now delight only in the Nara Lila, the human manifestation of God. Nitya and Lila. The Nitya is the Indivisible Satchidananda, and the Lila, or Sport, takes various forms, such as the Lila as God, the Lila as the deities, the Lila as man, and the Lila as the universe.
"Vaishnavcharan. used to say that one has attained Perfect Knowledge if one believes in God sporting as man. I wouldn't adopt it then. But now I realize that he was right.
12.02 - The Stress of the Spirit, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 04, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
The whole process of creation, the final goal of the Divine Lila is the liberation of Nature, Prakriti. Prakriti is born in Bondage as inconscient Energy. Prakriti itself is a prison-house made of, wholly made of unconsciousness. The conscious Being is there involved, imprisoned and suffers and is miserable. For the gloom of unconsciousness covers it and almost swallows it up. That is the immanent Godhead in creation and is in man his soul, an emanation and representative of the Godhead. As it is commonly understood, liberation means the release of the Godhead out of the prison escaping into the Transcendent. The riddle of this creation is therefore to be solved by this process of escape of the Conscious Principle from out of the unconscious covering beyond into the pure Consciousness laya for the human being and pralaya for the creation. Actually the Upanishad gives graphically the direction to the human soul to pull himself out, out of the containing form: even as one draws the inner stem of a blade of grass out of its covering, for that which is Pure, Stainless is not here but out there.
But we have set before us a different process. The immanent Godhead, the Conscious Being imbedded, apparently lost in matter need not withdraw or depart elsewhere to be free and to be itself. We have already said the force of its consciousness has or can have a different function and is strong enough to carry out that function. Its very presence is sufficient to infuse its own light and freedom into the environing covering and gradually dissolve its dark ignorance. Man through his soul and self can liberate his ordinary ignorant nature: he not merely liberates himself from this nature but transmutes it into an expression and emanantion of the Divine Consciousness. Even so the cosmic Godhead buried in the universe grows, evolves and slowly spreads and establishes the radiance of its consciousness in the cosmic nature, makes this also the expression and embodiment of his conscious energy. That is the liberation or rebirth of nature, not its dissolution and extinction. Not extraction, but infiltration is the process.
1.240 - 1.300 Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism
Sri Bhagavan again referred to Lila's story in Yoga Vasishta.
Talk 262.
1.240 - Talks 2, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism
Sri Bhagavan again referred to Lilas story in Yoga Vasishta.
Talk 262.
1.25 - ADVICE TO PUNDIT SHASHADHAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
The pundit was a follower of the path of jnna. The Master was explaining this path to him. He said: "Nity and Lila are the two aspects of one and the same Reality. He who is the Indivisible Satchidananda has assumed different forms for the sake of His Lila." As he described the nature of the Ultimate Reality the Master every now and then became unconscious in samdhi. While he talked he was intoxicated with spiritual fervour. He said to the pundit: "My dear sir, Brahman is immutalble and immovable, like Mount Sumeru. But He who is 'immovable' can also 'move'."
Glories of Kli
--
He sees God even with his eyes open. Sometimes he comes down to the Lila from the Nitya, and sometimes he goes up to the Nitya from the Lila."
PUNDIT: "I don't understand that."
--
MASTER: "If there is butter, there must be buttermilk also. If you think of butter, you must also think of buttermilk along with it; for there cannot be any butter without buttermilk. Just so, if you accept the Nitya, you must also accept the Lila. It is the process of negation and affirmation. You realize the Nitya by negating the Lila. Then you affirm the Lila, seeing in it the manifestation of the Nitya. One attains this state after realizing Reality in both aspects: Personal and Impersonal. The Personal is the embodiment of Chit, Consciousness; and the Impersonal is the Indivisible Satchidananda.
"Brahman alone has become everything. Therefore to be vijnni this world is a 'mansion of myrth'. But to the Jnni it is a 'framework of illusion'. Ramprasad described the world as a 'framework of illusion'. Another man said to him by way of retort: This very world is a mansion of myrth;
--
"It is a joy to merge the mind in the Indivisible Brahman through contemplation. And it is also a joy to keep the mind on the Lila, the Relative, without dissolving it in the Absolute.
"A mere Jnni is a monotonous person. He always analyses, saying: 'It is not this, not this. The world is like a dream.' But I have 'raised both my hands'. Therefore I accept everything.
--
The Master continued: "I don't press my arm to my side. Both my hands are free. I am not afraid of anything. I accept both the Nitya and the Lila, both the Absolute and the Relative.
The two kinds of ego
--
"He who is described in the Vedas is also described in the Tantras and the Puranas. All of them speak about the one Satchidananda. The Nitya and the Lila are the two aspects of the one Reality. It is described in the Vedas as 'Om Satchidananda Brahman', in the Tantras as 'Om Satchidananda iva', the ever-pure iva, and in the Puranas as 'Om Satchidananda Krishna'. All the scriptures, the Vedas, the Puranas, and the Tantras, speak only of one Satchidananda. It is stated in the Vaishnava scripture that it is Krishna Himself who has become Kli."
Sri Ramakrishna went to the porch for a few minutes and then returned. As he was going out, Vishvamvhar's daughter, six or seven years old, saluted him. On returning to the room, the Master began talking to the little girl and her companions, who were of the same age.
1.27 - AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
"He alone who, after reaching the Nitya, the Absolute, can dwell in the Lila, the Relative, and again climb from the Lila to the Nitya, has ripe knowledge and devotion. Sages like Nrada cherished love of God after attaining the Knowledge of Brahman. This is called vijnna.
"Mere dry knowledge is like an ordinary rocket: it bursts into a few sparks and then dies out. But the Knowledge of sages like Nrada and Sukadeva is like a good rocket: for a while it showers balls of different colours, and then it stops; again it throws out new balls, and again it stops; and thus it goes on. Those sages had prema for God. Prema is the rope by which one can reach Satchidananda."
1.34 - The Myth and Ritual of Attis, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
because its delicate Lilac blossom is one of the first heralds of
the spring, appearing on the bare boughs before the leaves have
17.11 - A Prayer, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
The Supreme Shiva is an intense and concentrated Delight, luminously aware of his integral, infinite and supreme consciousness, with all the gathered rays of the supernal awareness. He has no other form than that of light. He is whole and undivided. But when he emits the rays of his light he assumes the form of the Eternal Benign, replete with the manifoldness of his own Ananda. The Supreme God, the adorable Shiva, thus took a manifest form to create the universe. He then brought forth the eighteen Sciences and all the systems of philosophies; he assumed the forms of various personalities by his own Lila.
Thereupon questioned by his Divine Consort who is All-awareness, who is one and identical with him, he uttered five sacred scriptures with his five mouths, the scriptures which are the essence of the true spiritual knowledge. He introduced, established and spread them through the great preceptors, divine or human, through those who are perfect or realised Beings, for the supreme good of the world. This is what is called Tantric Process.
1958-02-05 - The great voyage of the Supreme - Freedom and determinism, #Questions And Answers 1957-1958, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
The metaphysical objection [to a teleological cosmos] is more serious; for it seems self-evident that the Absolute can have no purpose in manifestation except the delight of manifestation itself: an evolutionary movement in Matter as part of the manifestation must fall within this universal statement; it can be there only for the delight of the unfolding, the progressive execution, the objectless seried self-revelation. A universal totality may also be considered as something complete in itself; as a totality, it has nothing to gain or to add to its fullness of being. But here the material world is not an integral totality, it is part of a whole, a grade in a gradation; it may admit in it, therefore, not only the presence of undeveloped immaterial principles or powers belonging to the whole that are involved within its Matter, but also a descent into it of the same powers from the higher gradations of the system to deliver their kindred movements here from the strictness of a material limitation. A manifestation of the greater powers of Existence till the whole being itself is manifest in the material world in the terms of a higher, a spiritual creation, may be considered as the teleology of the evolution. This teleology does not bring in any factor that does not belong to the totality; it proposes only the realisation of the totality in the part. There can be no objection to the admission of a teleological factor in a part movement of the universal totality, if the purpose,not a purpose in the human sense, but the urge of an intrinsic Truth-necessity conscious in the will of the indwelling Spirit,is the perfect manifestation there of all the possibilities inherent in the total movement. All exists here, no doubt, for the delight of existence, all is a game or Lila; but a game too carries within itself an object to be accomplished and without the fulfilment of that object would have no completeness of significance. A drama without denouement may be an artistic possibility,existing only for the pleasure of watching the characters and the pleasure in problems posed without a solution or with a forever suspended dubious balance of solution; the drama of the earth evolution might conceivably be of that character, but an intended or inherently predetermined denouement is also and more convincingly possible. Ananda is the secret principle of all being and the support of all activity of being: but Ananda does not exclude a delight in the working out of a Truth inherent in being, immanent in the Force or Will of being, upheld in the hidden self-awareness of its Consciousness-Force which is the dynamic and executive agent of all its activities and the knower of their significance.
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1961 05 22?, #On Thoughts And Aphorisms, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I understand, but they speak of the Lila, the divine play; so He is standing back, as it were. He is not really entirely involved, not really absolutely in the play.
Yes, yes, He is! He is totally in it. He himself is the Play.
1.ac - Adela, #Crowley - Poems, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
Rides on the moon, a Lilac conch of pearl,
As if the dread god, charioted anew
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Under the Lilac's tremulous leaves--
Within thy snowy clasped hand
1.rwe - Art, #Emerson - Poems, #Ralph Waldo Emerson, #Philosophy
Plant gardens lined with Lilacs sweet;
Let spouting fountains cool the air,
1.rwe - May-Day, #Emerson - Poems, #Ralph Waldo Emerson, #Philosophy
Willows and Lilacs brings again,
The whistle of returning birds,
1.whitman - Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen
When the Lilac-scent was in the air and Fifth-month grass was growing,
Up this seashore in some briers,
1.whitman - Sea-Shore Memories, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen
When the snows had meltedwhen the Lilac-scent was in the air, and
the Fifth-month grass was growing,
1.whitman - Song of Myself, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen
Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of Lilac,
This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches,
1.whitman - Song Of Myself- XXIII, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen
Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of Lilac,
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1.whitman - Song Of The Exposition, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen
Bronze, Lilac, robin's-egg, marine and crimson,
Over whose golden roof shall flaunt, beneath thy banner, Freedom,
1.whitman - There Was A Child Went Forth, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen
The early Lilacs became part of this child,
And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and red
1.whitman - These, I, Singing In Spring, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen
Here! Lilac, with a branch of pine,
Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in
1.whitman - This Compost, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen
Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalkthe Lilacs bloom in the
door-yards;
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lilac
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7074259-fixing-delilah
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7617988-chasing-lilacs
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/774587.The_Lilac_Fairy_Book
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16816551.Lila_Bella
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17042827.Rhonda_Gilliland
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17669765.Delilah_Fisher
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18966191.Delilah_Peters
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/38530.Delilah_Devlin
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5135449.Delilah_S_Dawson
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5858451.Ben_Gilliland
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6519682.Lila_Felix
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6562563.Lilah_Wild
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/661162.Lila_R_Gleitman
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7089077.Dalila_Dahri
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7107508.Lila_Segal
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7498595.Debbie_Gilliland
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8551405.Lila_James
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Sweet Valley High (1994 - 1998) - Based on the hit book series created by Francine Pascal, the show follows the lives of popular high school students, identical twins, Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield and their best friends, Lila Fowler, Enid Rollins and Todd Wilkins.
Smoggies (1988 - 1990) - The Suntots lead by Princes Lila spend all thier time protecting thier paradise land (Coral Island) from the Smoggies (Emma and Clarance), a bunch of idiotic treasure hunters that pollute the waters around the island. Each epispode was quite envirnomentally educational without the overblown obviousn...
Just Our Luck (1983 - 1983) - A tv weatherman(Richard Gilliland)buys a magic bottle and frees a 3,000 year old genie(T.K. Carter).
Delilah and Julius (2005 - 2008) - The adventures of two stylish, teen super spies as they travel the globe stopping covert plots for world domination. They take down sinister villains using their wits and skills, supported by an assortment of super cool gadgets, martial arts training and impeccable killer instincts.
101 Dalmatian Street (2019 - Current) - 101 Dalmatian Street centers around a large family of 99 dalmatian puppies whose names begin with the letter "D", and their parents, Doug and Delilah, the latter of whom is a descendant of Pongo and Perdita.
Snoopy, Come Home!(1972) - Snoopy the beagle receives a letter from a little girl and sets out with his sidekick, Woodstock the bird, to go visit her at the hospital... leaving Charlie Brown distraught over his dog's sudden disappearance. It's later revealed that the girl, Lila, was Snoopy's former owner, and now he's faced...
https://myanimelist.net/anime/31830/Lilac_Bombs_Jun_Togawa -- Music
https://myanimelist.net/anime/39113/Lilac -- Music
Samson and Delilah (1949) ::: 6.8/10 -- Approved | 2h 14min | Drama, History, Romance | 21 September 1950 -- Samson and Delilah Poster When strongman Samson rejects the love of the beautiful Philistine woman Delilah, she seeks vengeance that brings horrible consequences they both regret. Director: Cecil B. DeMille Writers: Jesse Lasky Jr. (screenplay) (as Jesse L. Lasky Jr.), Fredric M. Frank (screenplay) | 2 more credits
Samson and Delilah (2009) ::: 7.0/10 -- Not Rated | 1h 41min | Drama, Romance | 7 May 2009 (Australia) -- A glue-sniffing boy and his girlfriend escape the government-controlled no-hope Aboriginal community they live in and go to the city, Alice Springs, looking for a better life. Director: Warwick Thornton Writers: Warwick Thornton, Beck Cole (co writer) Stars:
Snoopy Come Home (1972) ::: 7.5/10 -- G | 1h 21min | Animation, Adventure, Comedy | 9 August 1972 (USA) -- When Snoopy receives a letter from a girl named Lila, who's in a hospital, he goes on a journey with Woodstock to see her. Director: Bill Melendez Writer: Charles M. Schulz (created & written by)
Vara: A Blessing (2013) ::: 7.4/10 -- Unrated | 1h 36min | Drama | 5 June 2014 (South Korea) -- In rural India, a young woman named LILA and her mother VINATA, a temple dancer wed to a Hindu god, find themselves on the fringes of society, struggling to make ends meet. Director: Khyentse Norbu Writers:
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Koukaku no Pandora -- -- AXsiZ, Studio Gokumi -- 12 eps -- Manga -- Action Sci-Fi Comedy Ecchi -- Koukaku no Pandora Koukaku no Pandora -- Onboard a cruise ship heading to the scenic Cenancle Island, the full-body cyborg Nene Nanakorobi, a bubbly young girl who dreams of world peace, meets inventor Uzal Delilah. The two become fast friends along with Uzal's pet cyborg Clarion, a cat-like combat android. Soon after parting ways, a terrorist attack on the island threatens to shatter the pair's new friendship. In a bid to save her new friend, Uzal gives Nene the ability to use the Pandora Device found in Clarion's body before seemingly dying. With this power, Nene can temporarily master abilities and skills never seen before in the advancing world. -- -- Working together, the two unlikely companions go on various missions—from saving children in shopping mall fires to fighting reckless thieves—all in the name of world peace. But to achieve this goal is not easy. B.U.E.R, a sentient laser in the form of a misshapen teddy bear, threatens to wreck their happy lives with his perverted nature and uncontrollable power. And to make matters worse, Nene's guardian, as well as genius inventor, Takumi Korobase has an undying interest in B.U.E.R. -- -- Burdened with saving the world and keeping B.U.E.R from the hands of evil, Nene and Clarion's desire for world peace seems like a pipe dream. With this monumental goal, could the weight of it all destroy the pair's friendship completely? -- -- -- Licensor: -- Funimation -- 40,234 6.52
Najica Dengeki Sakusen -- -- Amber Film Works, Studio Fantasia -- 12 eps -- Original -- Action Ecchi Comedy Sci-Fi -- Najica Dengeki Sakusen Najica Dengeki Sakusen -- Najica Hiiragi, perfumer and secret agent, is sent out on a number of recovery missions to round up rogue humaritts, androids with combat abilities. Najica is assigned a humaritt partner, Lila, whom Najica is to groom as an agent and receive assistance from along the way. As Najica grows to accept Lila, each new mission they embark on reveals more and more about the capabilities and mysterious origins of the humaritts. -- -- (Source: ANN) -- -- Licensor: -- ADV Films -- 12,957 5.99
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1945 French constitutional referendum in French Somaliland
1958 French Somaliland constitutional referendum
1967 French Somaliland independence referendum
2001 Somaliland constitutional referendum
2014 Khalilabad derailment
213 Lilaea
Abdelilah Abdul-Wahid
Abdelilah Benkirane
Abdelilah Galal
Abdelilah Saber
Acytolepis lilacea
Adnal, Jalilabad
Aechmea 'Lilac Cloud'
Abulaq, Jalilabad
Ada, Jalilabad
An M'lila
An M'Lila District
Alar, Jalilabad
Alexis A. Gilliland
Alilah
Alilang Group
Al Jalila Children's Specialty Hospital
Anthene kamilila
Aref Dalila
AS An M'lila
Asbjrn Liland
Asperula lilaciflora
Astanl, Jalilabad
teritsiputeritsipuolilautatsijnk
Azulao: En vivo con Lila Downs
Babal, Jalilabad
Babaxanl, Jalilabad
Balila
Bank of Somaliland
Bcirvan, Jalilabad
Bharata Lila
Billy Gilliland
Bohol, Somaliland
Bolila Airport
Bozayran, Jalilabad
British Somaliland
Bunleua Sulilat
Cad Dalila
Callistemon 'Lilacinus'
Cantharellus lilacinus
Cape lilac
Catholic Church in Somaliland
Catocala delilah
Caves in Somaliland
Cfrli (39 10' N 48 26' E), Jalilabad
Cfrli (39 11' N 48 13' E), Jalilabad
Cfrli, Jalilabad
Clayir, Jalilabad
Clilabad
mnli, Jalilabad
Cngan, Jalilabad
Chalilakath Kunahmed Haji
Charles L. Gilliland
Chililabombwe
Chililabombwe (constituency)
ChinaliLahul languages
Chloe Gilliland
Cholila, Argentina
Cigaritis lilacinus
Civil Service Commission (Somaliland)
Complete (Lila McCann album)
Constitution of Somaliland
COVID-19 pandemic in Somaliland
Cucullia lilacina
Dalila Abdulkadir
Dalila Di Lazzaro
Dalilah (bellydancer)
Dalilah Sappenfield
Dalila Ipplito
Dalila Jakupovi
Dalila Mhira
Dalila Rodrguez Hernandez
Das lila Lied
David Gilliland
David Kafulila
Delilah
Delilah & Julius
Delilah and the Space Rigger
Delilah Asiago
Delila Hatuel
Delilah Beasley
Delilah Dirk
Delilah (disambiguation)
Delilah gilvicornis
Delilah (given name)
Delilah (missile)
Delilah Montoya
Delilah (musician)
Delilah Pierce
Delilah (radio host)
Delilah S. Dawson
Delilah: The Mysterious Case of Delilah Ambrose
Delilah (Tom Jones song)
Delila (Richards) Abbott
Denver and Delilah Productions
Diogo Calila
Domus Galilaeana
Dysgonia lilacea
Economy of Somaliland
Edi, Jalilabad
Edition Lilac
douard Mwe di Malila Apenela
Education in Somaliland
Edwin R. Gilliland
liabad, Jalilabad
El Lilady
El Nora Alila
Eois lilacea
Eois lilacina
Eric Gilliland
Eric Lilavois
sdli, Jalilabad
tclr, Jalilabad
Eupastranaia lilacina
Flag of Somaliland
Flavius Valila Theodosius
Foreign relations of Somaliland
Frankish tower of Lilaia
French lilac
French Somaliland
French Somaliland in World War II
Galilaei
Galilaei (lunar crater)
Galilaei (Martian crater)
Galila Ron-Feder Amit
Galila Tamarhan
Galilaya
George Lilanga
Gilliland's Ranch
Gilliland-Reese Covered Bridge
Gytp, Jalilabad
Gracililamia ecuadorensis
Green Grow the Lilacs
Green Grow the Lilacs (play)
Glmmmdli, Jalilabad
Gnli, Jalilabad
Gneyli, Jalilabad
Gurdwara Bal Lila Maini Sangat
Hachalilarpa
Hacmmmdli, Jalilabad
Halilabad
Herbert K. Pililaau
Hsnli, Jalilabad
Hey There Delilah
History of Somaliland
HMS Somaliland (K594)
House of Elders (Somaliland)
House of Representatives (Somaliland)
Illilawa, New South Wales
Impalila
Independence Day (Somaliland)
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Malila: The Farewell Flower
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Matanga Lila
May 1946 French constitutional referendum in French Somaliland
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Mikayll, Jalilabad
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Moranl, Jalilabad
Muan, Jalilabad
Musal, Jalilabad
National emblem of Somaliland
Naulila
Navyug Ramlila and Dussehra Committee
Neqab, Khalilabad
Nik Xhelilaj
Nordstromia lilacina
October 1946 French constitutional referendum in French Somaliland
Ofrenda (Lila Downs album)
Orchis galilaea
Oscilla galilae
Outline of Somaliland
Oxynoemacheilus galilaeus
Pahladpur khalila
Palila
Pandav Lila
Papillilabium
Parliament of Somaliland
Paulilatino
Persian lilac
Petrit Halilaj
Phan Fa Lilat Bridge
Phostria delilalis
Pinky Lilani
Politics of Somaliland
Polytechnic University of the Philippines Pulilan
Porsava, Jalilabad
Portal:Somaliland/Selected article
Portal:Somaliland/Selected article/1
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Porte des Lilas (Paris Mtro)
Postage stamps and postal history of British Somaliland
Premlila Vithaldas Thackersey
Prolimacodes lilalia
Pulilan
PuntlandSomaliland dispute
Purpureocillium lilacinum
Qaraaac, Jalilabad
Qasmbyli, Jalilabad
Qayal, Jalilabad
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Ramlila in Chandigarh
Ramlila Maidan
Raslila
Rcbli, Jalilabad
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Republican Union (French Somaliland)
Rhodofomitopsis lilacinogilva
Richard Gilliland
Rissoa lilacina
Rochester Lilac Festival
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Sabien Lilaj
Sahil, Somaliland
Salal, Somaliland
Saleh Khalilazad
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atrl, Jalilabad
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Somaliland University of Technology
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Supreme Court of Somaliland
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Talila
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Tkl, Jalilabad
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The Lilac Time
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Thomas Gilliland
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Valila
Valila, Iran
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Venusia lilacina
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We'll Gather Lilacs
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William Gulliland
Xangah, Jalilabad
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Yrj Ollila
Zhmtabad, Jalilabad
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