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manganate ::: n. --> A salt of manganic acid.

manganesate ::: n. --> A manganate.

manganese ::: n. --> An element obtained by reduction of its oxide, as a hard, grayish white metal, fusible with difficulty, but easily oxidized. Its ores occur abundantly in nature as the minerals pyrolusite, manganite, etc. Symbol Mn. Atomic weight 54.8.

manganesian ::: a. --> Manganic.

manganesic ::: a. --> Manganic.

manganesious ::: a. --> Manganous.

manganesium ::: n. --> Manganese.

manganesous ::: a. --> Manganous.

manganic ::: a. --> Of, pertaining to resembling, or containing, manganese; specif., designating compounds in which manganese has a higher valence as contrasted with manganous compounds. Cf. Manganous.

manganiferous ::: a. --> Containing manganese.

manganite ::: n. --> One of the oxides of manganese; -- called also gray manganese ore. It occurs in brilliant steel-gray or iron-black crystals, also massive.
A compound of manganese dioxide with a metallic oxide; so called as though derived from the hypothetical manganous acid.

manganium ::: n. --> Manganese.

mangan ::: n. --> See Mangonel.

manganous ::: a. --> Of, pertaining to, designating, those compounds of manganese in which the element has a lower valence as contrasted with manganic compounds; as, manganous oxide.


mangala ::: good fortune.

manganate ::: n. --> A salt of manganic acid.

manganesate ::: n. --> A manganate.

manganese ::: n. --> An element obtained by reduction of its oxide, as a hard, grayish white metal, fusible with difficulty, but easily oxidized. Its ores occur abundantly in nature as the minerals pyrolusite, manganite, etc. Symbol Mn. Atomic weight 54.8.

manganesian ::: a. --> Manganic.

manganesic ::: a. --> Manganic.

manganesious ::: a. --> Manganous.

manganesium ::: n. --> Manganese.

manganesous ::: a. --> Manganous.

manganic ::: a. --> Of, pertaining to resembling, or containing, manganese; specif., designating compounds in which manganese has a higher valence as contrasted with manganous compounds. Cf. Manganous.

manganiferous ::: a. --> Containing manganese.

manganite ::: n. --> One of the oxides of manganese; -- called also gray manganese ore. It occurs in brilliant steel-gray or iron-black crystals, also massive.
A compound of manganese dioxide with a metallic oxide; so called as though derived from the hypothetical manganous acid.

manganium ::: n. --> Manganese.

mangan ::: n. --> See Mangonel.

manganous ::: a. --> Of, pertaining to, designating, those compounds of manganese in which the element has a lower valence as contrasted with manganic compounds; as, manganous oxide.


mangala ::: good fortune.

Mangala-arati: Worship through waving of lights before God or any adorable personage.

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   5 Hiromu Arakawa
   4 Tsugumi Ohba
   4 Sumangali Morhall
   4 Salar Kamangar
   4 Kelley Armstrong
   4 Anonymous
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   3 Aravind Adiga
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1:Nati is the submission of the soul to the will of God; its acceptance of all touches as His touches, of all experience as His play with the soul of man. Nati may be with titiksha, feeling the sorrow but accepting it as God's will, or with udasinata, rising superior to it and regarding joy and sorrow equally as God's working in these lower instruments, or with ananda, receiving everything as the play of Krishna and therefore in itself delightful. The last is the state of the complete Yogin, for by this continual joyous or anandamaya namaskara to God constantly practised we arrive eventually at the entire elimination of grief, pain etc, the entire freedom from the dwandwas, and find the Brahmananda in every smallest, most trivial, most apparently discordant detail of life & experience in this human body. We get rid entirely of fear and suffering; Anandam Brahmano vidvan na bibheti kutaschana. We may have to begin with titiksha and udasinata but it is in this ananda that we must consummate the siddhi of samata. The Yogin receives victory and defeat, success and ill-success, pleasure and pain, honour and disgrace with an equal, a sama ananda, first by buddhi-yoga, separating himself from his habitual mental & nervous reactions & insisting by vichara on the true nature of the experience itself and of his own soul which is secretly anandamaya, full of the sama ananda in all things. He comes to change all the ordinary values of experience; amangala reveals itself to him as mangala, defeat & ill-success as the fulfilment of God's immediate purpose and a step towards ultimate victory, grief and pain as concealed and perverse forms of pleasure. A stage arrives even, when physical pain itself, the hardest thing for material man to bear, changes its nature in experience and becomes physical ananda; but this is only at the end when this human being, imprisoned in matter, subjected to mind, emerges from his subjection, conquers his mind and delivers himself utterly in his body, realising his true anandamaya self in every part of the adhara. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Record Of Yoga ,

*** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***

1:I'm an actor that cares. ~ Joe Manganiello,
2:Acting was my first love. ~ Joe Manganiello,
3:I draw manga, therefore I am! ~ Hiromu Arakawa,
4:I grew up a misfit. I never fit in. ~ Joe Manganiello,
5:I'd rather be a liar than an asshole. ~ Joe Manganiello,
6:I'm a nerd. But I'm not that hard-core. ~ Joe Manganiello,
7:I used to be so young, how did I get so old? ~ Dan Mangan,
8:Mangan ora mangan sing penting CONNECT! ~ Hermawan Kartajaya,
9: Kanupriyaa (Itihas: Amangal Chaayaa)
~ Dharamvir Bharati,
10:I'm a massive sucker for music documentaries. ~ Stephen Mangan,
11:I am kind of giant … on (the True Blood) set. ~ Joe Manganiello,
12:I'm not some character from a boys' manga." ~Yukio ~ Kazue Kato,
13:Hikmah orang tua berada dalam semangat orang muda ~ Hilal Asyraf,
14:I think the future and the past are equally hypothetical. ~ Dan Mangan,
15:We must be free inside to make a difference outside. ~ Vishal Mangalwadi,
16:I wake up at the same time every day to get to the gym. ~ Joe Manganiello,
17:Doing theater is like walking a tightrope without a net. ~ Joe Manganiello,
18:Once you become famous, being single becomes a liability. ~ Joe Manganiello,
19:First create jobs, and then provide skills to people. ~ Kumar Mangalam Birla,
20:I don’t think there’s any such thing as male objectification ~ Joe Manganiello,
21:Matt Bomer and I went to Carnegie Mellon for drama together. ~ Joe Manganiello,
22: Jaage Mangal - Rup Sakal Braj - Jan _ Rakhvaare
~ Bharatendu Harishchandra,
23:I think you can be athletic and intellectual at the same time. ~ Joe Manganiello,
24:He looks like the bastard offspring of a multitool and a mangabot. ~ Charles Stross,
25:Sesuatu yang hebat tidak bisa dicapai tanpa semangat yang besar. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
26:A Dragon Prince with emo hair and daddy issues. Her life had become Manga. ~ Tanya Huff,
27:Manga just needs to be interesting. If it is than it will get serialized. ~ Tsugumi Ohba,
28:Manga just needs to be interesting. If it is then it will get serialized. ~ Tsugumi Ohba,
29:Din splendorile cafelei de odineoară, neschimbat rămăsese doar mangalul. ~ Naguib Mahfouz,
30:I had a fan make me a silver wolf-tooth necklace. That was really great. ~ Joe Manganiello,
31:I don't believe in the myth of the "self made man". Nobody gets through alone. ~ Dan Mangan,
32:Se vogliamo che tutto rimanga como è, bisogna che tutto cambi. ~ Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa,
33:Sometimes people say things they don't mean, and you just have to let it go. ~ Joe Manganiello,
34:tingkat dan sifat seksualitas seseorang meluas sampai puncak semangatnya ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,
35:Aku juga suka kok cewek yang jual mahal. Bikin makin semangat buat ngejar. ~ Christian Simamora,
36:Mangaldeep Agarbatti’ and made up his mind to focus on it for one simple reason. ~ Rashmi Bansal,
37:My childhood was very gregarious, and I was usually surrounded by close family. ~ Stephen Mangan,
38:I grew up a big comic book reader, as a kid, and I love the whole fanboy crowd. ~ Joe Manganiello,
39:I train like a pro-athlete, not like an actor who's just trying to look pretty. ~ Joe Manganiello,
40:In the war between the humans and the robots, the humans had to win. Call me hopeful. ~ Dan Mangan,
41:I'll take a potato chip...AND EAT IT!!

-For le famous anime/manga "Death Note ~ Tsugumi Ohba,
42:Well, if I hadn't have been an actor I would have gone on to play college sports. ~ Joe Manganiello,
43:Great, now I’ve turned into a manga character who repeated everything everyone said. ~ Ilona Andrews,
44:If the point of good art is to be somewhat subtle then it's not going to catch everyone. ~ Dan Mangan,
45:I mean, I feel like I've been pretending I was a werewolf since I was a little kid. ~ Joe Manganiello,
46:The one important factor that keeps me going is the kind of people I work with. ~ Kumar Mangalam Birla,
47:What's funny is that male strippers don't wear thongs anymore. They wear flat backs. ~ Joe Manganiello,
48:Comedy is a very personal thing, and some people will find it funny, some people wont. ~ Stephen Mangan,
49:Like eunuchs discussing the Kama Sutra, the voters discuss the elections in Laxmangarh. ~ Aravind Adiga,
50:I'm influenced in a million different ways by a million songs that I've heard and digested. ~ Dan Mangan,
51:Sex accounts for about 40 percent of your relationship, but if it's bad, then it's 60. ~ Joe Manganiello,
52:When you ask my three year old if my iPhone is too complicated, it's not. It's all relative. ~ Dan Mangan,
53:I enter myself in races. I did a triathlon, and I have done a marathon a couple of times. ~ Stephen Mangan,
54:I was single long enough, and when I was, it wasn't about putting notches in the bedpost. ~ Joe Manganiello,
55:I didnt know any actors growing up. My dad was a builder, and we didnt know any arty types. ~ Stephen Mangan,
56:If I become the most popular author in jump, please give me the right to end one manga I hate. ~ Tsugumi Ohba,
57:Semangat dalam kata-katanya seperti minyak dalam sumbu, memenuhinya dengan api yang tak menyala. ~ Mike Carey,
58:So listen, man, "weird" is my middle name. I'm ready for anything. The weirder, the better. ~ Joe Manganiello,
59:The power worship of the Promethean amounts to a travesty of the enhancement of life. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
60:Acting was the only place that I ever felt like I belonged so went for it with everything I had. ~ Joe Manganiello,
61:Di Indonesia, lambang dengan mudah bisa jadi jimat, semangat bisa dengan gampang jadi takhayul. ~ Goenawan Mohamad,
62:I think articulating things through song is a good way of letting people know that they're not alone. ~ Dan Mangan,
63:I was an English major in university and that got me into novels, but I read a lot of books as a kid. ~ Dan Mangan,
64:The fact that Gene Simmon's son is a manga-ka disturbs me more than whether he's really copying or not. ~ Tite Kubo,
65:(From the Manga) Whoever solves this puzzle shall be granted one wish ... like the dragon balls ... ~ Kazuki Takahashi,
66:We talk about the past like it's the strangest dream. Then we repeat the things we never dreamed we'd do. ~ Dan Mangan,
67:[ Being naked on scene ] was like walking a tightrope without a net - with a giant fan blowing at you. ~ Joe Manganiello,
68:Sold my soul to the devil / for nice penmanship. / Now I write real pretty / but I'm starting to regret it. ~ Dan Mangan,
69:The idea that things used to be better is fantasy. It's putting a halo on something that no one can disprove. ~ Dan Mangan,
70:I mean 'One Tree Hill' had some rabid fans - you'd be surprised - they're almost in a class of their own. ~ Joe Manganiello,
71:Semangat pagi kamu yg terbit dan merekah dari sudut hati, yang tersenyum serta menari di sela sela imaji ~ Helvy Tiana Rosa,
72:The reason I couldn't pay my rent was because I was one of the worst drinkers you'd ever seen in your life. ~ Joe Manganiello,
73:I'm an average guy. I wasn't the dude who was gonna sit at the stage and dump all my paycheck into the girl. ~ Joe Manganiello,
74:I screen tested for Training Day many years ago, which was David Ayer's script with Antoine Fuqua directing. ~ Joe Manganiello,
75:I was kind of a dark kid. I loved Halloween, and I loved vampires and the black and white old monster movies. ~ Joe Manganiello,
76:The idea that things intrinsically were just better is so stupid to me because they never were. It's all relative. ~ Dan Mangan,
77:I love walking around and grabbing coffee and sitting in a park and people watching… I love Greenwich Village. ~ Joe Manganiello,
78:I got to L.A. in 2000, when we were coming off the '90s: women looked like men and the men all looked like women. ~ Joe Manganiello,
79:I rarely draw myself, in general, and if I do, I tend to do little cute manga-esque, almost bite-sized drawings of myself. ~ Jim Lee,
80:I wouldn't tell anyone to study werewolves - I studied wolves, how they moved, their tendencies and sensibilities. ~ Joe Manganiello,
81:Sometimes I just don't have time to wait for the muse to come, so I've developed things to force the muse to come back. ~ Dan Mangan,
82:If you make everything really on the nose so everyone knows exactly what you're talking about, it's often not as strong. ~ Dan Mangan,
83:Per quanto uno possa fare del suo meglio, a volte è impossibile evitare che qualcuno rimanga ferito.
È la vita. ~ Haruki Murakami,
84:The best love advice I've ever received is probably, 'I'm not leaving the relationship; I'm just leaving the house.' ~ Joe Manganiello,
85:I watch films. I play the guitar: me and some mates - I wouldnt dignify it with the term band - get together and play. ~ Stephen Mangan,
86:It's tricky when I'm constantly traveling and adjusting to new time zones and trying to also keep up with my workouts. ~ Joe Manganiello,
87:Semangat kejujuran ada dalam hati, dalam batin, dalam sukma yang mengatasi ikatan-ikatan yang membatasi diri kita. ~ Arswendo Atmowiloto,
88:Women do a lot of uncomfortable things for men - and I appreciate it all. I appreciate high heels. I appreciate thongs. ~ Joe Manganiello,
89:Jack Welch is someone who I have always admired. In India, Narayana Murthy is someone who I have great respect for. ~ Kumar Mangalam Birla,
90:Acknowledging the lucky breaks are paramount to enjoying life. Not being defensive about our successes/failures. So, in short. ~ Dan Mangan,
91:American comedies especially are all about these men being browbeaten by their wives and it's impossible for me to watch. ~ Joe Manganiello,
92:In an oppressive society if a group stands up to take care of the lambs, it automatically stands up against the wolves. ~ Vishal Mangalwadi,
93:I think that's why art prevails: because it helps people in a fairly intangible, magical way feel more connected to each other. ~ Dan Mangan,
94:I think it's important to accept all the ways that we're absurdly lucky. I'm a white male from a safe city in a wealthy country. ~ Dan Mangan,
95:Right," Jenna said. She was sitting on a desk next to me. She spent most of the class reading those mangas she liked so much. ~ Rachel Hawkins,
96:I am a passionate believer that comedy is a way of tackling some of the most dark and difficult aspects of being a human being. ~ Stephen Mangan,
97:I went to a school that's predominantly computer science and engineering. So, there's a real shortage of hot girls, let's say. ~ Joe Manganiello,
98:A luxúria reside menos na exibição integral do que naquela breve nesga de carne mal e mal entrevista entre a luva e a manga. ~ Caio Fernando Abreu,
99:I get a lot of inspiration from Japanese manga, especially shoujo which tends to have elaborate and fantastical adventure plots. ~ Cassandra Clare,
100:I can't single out one thing that influenced me. My generation was influenced greatly by the manga that came out during our childhood. ~ Takashi Miike,
101:I started working at clubs when I was sixteen, which is young. I would not want my kid doing that, but I did, and that's how it went. ~ Joe Manganiello,
102:I've always been an athletic guy, but the extent to which I go for 'True Blood' or for 'Magic Mike' is because of the role that I'm playing. ~ Joe Manganiello,
103:The Bible is the only force known to history that has freed enitre nations from corruption while simultaneously giving them political freedom. ~ Vishal Mangalwadi,
104:There's going to be ups and downs and that you have to be okay with the downs too and embrace them just as much because they will teach you something. ~ Dan Mangan,
105:Across the aisle, a living manga teen with spiky purple hair and more hardware on his body than an early Borg poked through dusty old digests. ~ Michael R Underwood,
106:I am trying to keep my voice in order. Basically not talking much in the van throughout the day to preserve it, which I'm sure is welcomed by the band. ~ Dan Mangan,
107:I've been immersed in manga since I was a kid. I grew up with this culture. So I started to think about how to compare manga to contemporary art. ~ Takashi Murakami,
108:When I'm training for 'True Blood,' I don't eat any sugar except for some fruit here and there. So it's no sugar, no bread, no real carbs all day. ~ Joe Manganiello,
109:I watched so many comic book movies where the actors weren't as built as the characters in the book. It made me mad because they didn't look right. ~ Joe Manganiello,
110:I mean, everyone walks into the gym on day one skinny or fat. Arnold Schwarzenegger walked into the gym skinny at 15 or 16, and I was that way, too. ~ Joe Manganiello,
111:I don't necessarily think I look to books for ideas, but sometimes when I'm in the process of reading a great book, I just think about it all of the time. ~ Dan Mangan,
112:I'm such a fan of anime and manga to this day, but I never really like got to know all the characters and everything, so I don't think I'd be able to pick one. ~ Lights,
113:Dorul ei de dragoste o facea sa se simta ca un pisoi care se invartea mereu printre glezne, mieunand Mangaie-ma, mangaie-ma, uita-te la mine, iubeste-ma . ~ Laini Taylor,
114:Our desires are insatiable. We seek from the limited the unlimited. We must fail. Our insatiability is a third incurable defect in human life. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
115:I cant predict exactly what the TV channel of the future is, but we think more and more time spent on TV is going to be around web content and web video. ~ Salar Kamangar,
116:What do I most look forward to when creating manga? Why, doing the bonus pages, of course! I wish I could just do a whole 180 of nothing but bonus pages! ~ Hiromu Arakawa,
117:I had an inspirational teacher at my junior school: Peter Nixon. He was enthusiastic, knowledgeable and slightly scary - a good combination for a teacher. ~ Stephen Mangan,
118:To avoid the company of fools, to take pleasure in being among the intelligent, to venerate those who are worthy of veneration, is a great blessedness. ~ Mahamangala Sutta,
119:When I first got out of drama school, my original manager tried to get me to change my name because people were having trouble spelling it and saying it. ~ Joe Manganiello,
120:Theres always an anxiety about playing literary characters because one of the great joys of reading books is that you can create your own vision of things. ~ Stephen Mangan,
121:Bill Ayers, Frank Marshall Davis, Edward Said, Roberto Mangabeira Unger, and Jeremiah Wright. This is a group I’ve previously called “Obama’s founding fathers. ~ Dinesh D Souza,
122:I admire the abstract expressionists and pop artists so right now I'm referencing American '60s art and at the same time referencing Japanese manga culture. ~ Christian Marclay,
123:Sering dikatakan orang bahwa bakat memberi banyak kesempatan untuk maju.
Namun semangat besarlah yang kerap memberi kesempatan, dan bahkan memberi banyak bakat. ~ Eric Hoffer,
124:Even if there are no new Mighty Atom manga or films created, the Mighty Atom character has become a permanent fixture of both Japanese and global pop culture. ~ Frederik L Schodt,
125:I think books are just a great ticket to get you outside of yourself. You can not be you for a second and live in the shoes of a character, which is a special thing. ~ Dan Mangan,
126:Hope is more the consequence of action than its cause. As the experience of the spectator favors fatalism, so the experience of the agent produces hope. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
127:What we'd like to think of YouTube as is a part of Google with very overlapping goals and values. We're a fundamental part of the advertising business for Google. ~ Salar Kamangar,
128:Selalu menyakitkan melihatmu dari kejauhan tanpa bisa menggapai, tapi obsesiku terhadapmu terasa menyenangkan. Memberiku napas. Memberiku sepercik semangat hidup. ~ Miranda Malonka,
129:Tania, kehidupan harus berlanjut. Ketika kau kehilangan semangat, ingatlah kata-kataku dulu. Kehidupan ini seperti daun yang jatuh..Biarkanlah angin yang menerbangkannya. ~ Tere Liye,
130:You feel the weight of the world and you take things in and you are acting out from a place of being pushed and visceral. It's heavy. You can't be there all of the time. ~ Dan Mangan,
131:More than anything, being an English major made me more appreciative of authors and what an incredible feat it is to just finish a novel, let alone a really brilliant one. ~ Dan Mangan,
132:There are these little towns outside of L.A. Once you get an hour and a half, two hours out, you get into these little, tiny towns that are almost like stuck in time. ~ Joe Manganiello,
133:Menulis fiksi adalah menuangkan perasaan dan semangat hidup dalam untaian kata-kata di atas kertas-sebuah usaha tanpa akhir untuk mendapatkan makna-makna yang berbeda ~ Erskine Caldwell,
134:You can't just look at the side of something that you want to see. You have to look at the whole round object and understand that there are parts of it that you don't like. ~ Dan Mangan,
135:En cuanto una habitación es habitada por una mujer, su techo se curva. ¿No te has dado cuenta? Si la mujer es desdichada en esa habitación, el techo cae como una manga rota. ~ John Berger,
136:Man, fountains pen are a pain to use, drawing backgrounds is a also a pain... Drawing manga really is a pain. In short living is a pain... I want to become a cheesburger ~ Hideaki Sorachi,
137:There have been bleak nights along my way, many of my own making, but life is all the brighter for them now. To the human eye, without the darkness there are no stars. ~ Sumangali Morhall,
138:I'm glad that I lost, I'm glad that I failed, I'm glad that I felt that way and decided to do something about it... I never wanted to feel that way again and it drove me. ~ Joe Manganiello,
139:YouTube has proven it can flourish in a model where there is more autonomy, and in that way I think it is an example and a potential model for other areas of the business. ~ Salar Kamangar,
140:A mind which remains calm in the midst of the vicissitudes of life, delivered from preoccupations, liberated from passion, dwelling in serenity—that is a great blessing. ~ Mahamangala Sutta,
141:Ce-i vom raspunde oarbei care se plange in poezia lui Rilke: «nu mai pot trai asa cu cerul pe mine»? Oare am mangaia-o de i-am spune ca nu mai putem trai cu pamantul sub noi? ~ Emil M Cioran,
142:I think the only thing that we even have a small tangent of reality or truth about is right now - the moment that is happening right this second. Everything else is up for grabs. ~ Dan Mangan,
143:Also, to be honest, my dad wanted me to be an athlete. And I think all sons want to prove something to their dad. So now, aged 35, I want to see what I can achieve physically. ~ Joe Manganiello,
144:I dont like to watch myself on screen because in my mind there is a touch of George Clooney about me, but when I see it, there is more than a little Donkey from Shrek about me. ~ Stephen Mangan,
145:In Japan there is a lot of manga, but around manga there are video games, manga on cellphones, manga in card games... so people not only enjoy manga but also the products around it. ~ Tite Kubo,
146:One feels very blessed to be born into a family like the Birla family, which is a household name in India, which stands for tradition, is yet contemporary, stands for trust. ~ Kumar Mangalam Birla,
147:Ela deixou pender os braços desamparados dentro das mangas do hábito, inclinou a cabeça e ficou pensativa, olhando para dentro de si mesma. E o que vê não deve ser animador. ~ Lygia Fagundes Telles,
148:I did [Henrik] Ibsen and [Anton] Chekhov for years. Obviously I didn't get the kind of recognition I have now. Somebody once told me, "You ride the horse the direction it's going." ~ Joe Manganiello,
149:Nadidilidili ko na ang umaga ay nilalang upang ihanda sa pagtatamasa ng kasiyahan sa kinahapunan at ang gabi’y upang mangarap at magsaya sa mga alaalang pumupukaw ng damdamin.
-Salome ~ Jos Rizal,
150:Meditation is like hearing a voice on the telephone: there might be slight delays if the line is not perfect, but it is otherwise direct and requires no effort other than listening ~ Sumangali Morhall,
151:The way I formed my studio and how I organize things actually came out of the model of the Japanese animation studio and the manga industry. The manga industry is gigantic in Japan. ~ Takashi Murakami,
152:I at least wanted to appear strong and elegant in your eyes just like a manga heroine who’s too perfect to be real - Nana

The only person who will ever be my hero is you, Nana - Hachi ~ Ai Yazawa,
153:Non conta la fede che un movimento propone, conta la speranza che offre. Gratta l’eresia, troverai il lebbroso. E ogni battaglia contro l’eresia vuole solo che il lebbroso rimanga lebbroso. ~ Umberto Eco,
154:As a filmmaker, you've got to have a nose for what's going on culturally. You have to feel it. It doesn't have to be manga or music, but you need some kind of antenna. That's very important. ~ Takashi Miike,
155:Ilmu dalam konteks semangat iqra' selamanya berorientasi tauhidik, bertolak daripada motivasi imanik dan bergerak mencapai objektif mengenal, mengagumi dan mengabdi kepada Ilahi. ~ Zulkifli Mohamad Al Bakri,
156:My aesthetic sense was formed at a young age by what surrounded me: the narrow residential spaces of Japan and the mental escapes from those spaces that took the forms of manga and anime. ~ Takashi Murakami,
157:Disse que vivíamos num país provincianíssimo, onde toda ocasião era boa para se lamentar, mas enquanto isso ninguém arregaçava as mangas e reorganizava as coisas tentando fazê-las funcionar. ~ Elena Ferrante,
158:ini zaman semangat kebebasan dari cerita purba
bangun sebagai bangkai helang dari masalalu
berdiri dan bangkit atas dasar pencerahan baru
dan akal diagungkan semula

(Perjalanan 3) ~ S M Zakir,
159:What do takumis (artisans), engineers, inventors, and otakus (fans of anime and manga) have in common? They all understand the importance of flowing with their ikigai at all times. ~ Hector Garcia Puigcerver,
160:Insofar we are death-bound, existence is urgent and frightful. Insofar as are groundless, it is vertiginous and dreamlike. Insofar as we are insatiable, it is unquiet and tormented. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
161:I play characters who are comfortable naked, but that's something you work up to. I did a play off-Broadway in New York when I was in college. It was full-frontal nudity. It's nerve-racking. ~ Joe Manganiello,
162:La città - è la città che dovrà guarirli, con lame di coltello e automobili, manganelli, colpi d'arma da fuoco. I cavi allentati e le pericolose costruzioni in muratura della città telecinetica. ~ Martin Amis,
163:Aku pun tahu Sukab, senja yang paling keemas-emasan sekalipun hanya akan berakhir dalam keremangan menyedihkan, ketika segala makhluk dan benda menjadi siluet, lantas menyatu dalam kegelapan. ~ Seno Gumira Ajidarma,
164:And sometimes you just have to trust that there will be more, sometimes you go through dry spells and you have to assure yourself "no no, it's gonna be fine. There's gonna be more songs, it's all good. ~ Dan Mangan,
165:I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies. ~ Charles Bukowski,
166:La terra è la sola cosa al modo che valga qualche cosa [...] perché è la sola cosa al mondo che rimanga e, non dimenticarlo!, la sola cosa per cui vale la pena di lavorare, di lottare... di morire. ~ Margaret Mitchell,
167:When I'd be out-and-about at a club and the music would come on, I was never the guy that was gonna dance. But after Magic Mike - I have like two or three go-to moves. That's what Magic Mike gave me. ~ Joe Manganiello,
168:I grew up with a rotary phone in my house and that seems a world away, but that's what I was used to as a kid. So now things seem complicated to me, but to kids born right now, they don't feel complicated. ~ Dan Mangan,
169:Wow, Kai,” Tomm said when he finally caught his breath. “Can’t you take a joke? What are you, a manga cat?” he asked, referring to the big felines that roamed the Tottori Desert that bordered their land. ~ Claire Luana,
170:To say, "It used to be better," nobody can say, "Well, no it wasn't." It's like telling a story that is self-aggrandizing about someone who has passed away, when they can't tell the other side of the story. ~ Dan Mangan,
171:Most of the kids I know read only manga, but I prefer novels. Novels are closer to real life than manga, it's like they show you the real world with one layer peeled away, a reality you can't see otherwise. ~ Natsuo Kirino,
172:Warna biru bagiku adalah semangat dan keingintahuan, karena ketika aku membayangkan kata 'semangat', yang muncul adalah gambaran lautan dalam yang memantulkan angkasa tak terhingga. Itulah esensi semangat. ~ Miranda Malonka,
173:Se è davvero così, se ti senti tra parentesi, permettimi allora di infilarmici dentro, e che tutto il mondo rimanga fuori, che sia solo l'esponente al di fuori della parentesi e ci moltiplichi al suo interno. ~ David Grossman,
174:I wanted to work with somebody who seemed like he came from the same place that I did, which is that total immersion and learning about the world around, from this very gritty, dark side, and had access to that. ~ Joe Manganiello,
175:He doesn't look like a gangster, but then he's not the office worker type, either...some kind of entrepreneur maybe, or, - wait, I've got it! He looks like he writes manga! Either that or a chiropractor, I guess. ~ Banana Yoshimoto,
176:I was an avid anime watcher until I was about 10, when I moved to manga. I think I am influenced by Osamu Tezuka's and Walt Disney's works which I watched during that time, such as Tetsuwan Atom and 101 Dalmatians. ~ Akira Toriyama,
177:The work environment is very important in determining how enjoyable work is. It is very important to work with smart guys who have a superior level of intellectual bandwidth and still have softer skills as well. ~ Kumar Mangalam Birla,
178:In 1991, the government unleashed the power of India and created a partnership between itself and industry. As a result, India has emerged as an economic success story, and that is a matter of pride for all of us. ~ Kumar Mangalam Birla,
179:It's the sick and twisted male fantasy that we want classy ladies out in the world that make us look good, but in the bedroom, men want subservient women who please all of their whims. It's the typical bullshit of male ego. ~ Dan Mangan,
180:Mas quem ama perdoa ainda que não esqueça, quem ama segue em frente, quem ama não se agarra a desculpas, arregaça as mangas e não desiste porque o verdadeiro amor é o avesso do medo e a vontade o seu maior aliado. ~ Margarida Rebelo Pinto,
181:Well, I think the golden rule I can think of is the fact that you must follow your passion and do something that's close to your heart. And I think that that's very important, well, to be successful and to be happy. ~ Kumar Mangalam Birla,
182:When first discovering a night sky, the eyes may pick out a few tiny stars. Waiting and watching reveals thousands, until it seems there is yet more light than empty blackness. So my life has been, and so it continues. ~ Sumangali Morhall,
183:Getting out on stage and playing music for people feels great when people are cheering for you, that's obviously really exciting. But what's most exciting is the idea that we're all experiencing something that's bigger than us. ~ Dan Mangan,
184:I come from classical theater training and when I went to college it was a bunch of kids that were hand-picked from around the world. I was around such brilliant young minds and incredible artists with incredible teachers. ~ Joe Manganiello,
185:If I write about something that I've experienced and somebody goes, "Oh my God, I feel the exact same way," then both of us are connected, and when you feel connected to people, you feel understood. You feel a sense of purpose. ~ Dan Mangan,
186:I am a big fan of Bleach, as well as other Manga titles. And I am certainly sorry if anyone was offended or upset by what they perceive to be the similarity between my work and the work of artists that I admire and who inspire me. ~ Nick Simmons,
187:I was happier going back to my roots: training like men do in my hometown of Pittsburgh. Back home the guys in the gyms don't lift to look good; they're lifting to lift. They do it because they want to squat more and bench more. ~ Joe Manganiello,
188:Adán acusó a Eva. Caín mató a su hermano menor. Abraham mintió con respecto a Sara. Rebeca favoreció a Jacob. Jacob trampeó a Esaú y enseguida dio origen a una manga de rufianes. El libro de Génesis está lleno de desastres familiares. ~ Max Lucado,
189:I can predict with some sense of certainty how life will feel in a month. I can with the same logic remember with the same element of reality or truth what life was like a month ago. All perspectives on the past are entirely relative. ~ Dan Mangan,
190:Manga is virtual. Manga is sentiment. Manga is resistance. Manga is bizarre. Manga is pathos. Manga is destruction. Manga is arrogance. Manga is love. Manga is kitsch. Manga is sense of wonder. Manga is … there is no conclusion yet. ~ Osamu Tezuka,
191:If the self remains in its citadel, anxious to control and heavily defended, it declines in the sources of vitality. To lay the citadel open, however, is to court danger: a danger inseparable from the enhancement of life. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
192:There are two roadblocks in the way of transforming India into an economic giant and one of them was education. I believe that if education is privatised at primary and secondary level, lot of our problems will be answered to ~ Kumar Mangalam Birla,
193:We realized that YouTube is a rocket ship and that this is an incredibly big space. I started agitating for it. I was the most passionate voice for acquiring YouTube: 'The price tag seems really high, but it is going to be worth it. ~ Salar Kamangar,
194:Kesabaran adalah kekuasaan.
Pergunakanlah untuk memupuk semangat, meredakan kemarahan, meredam angkara murka, mengubur rasa iri, menekan kesombongan, menahan lidah, mengekang tangan, sampai tiba waktunya anda memanen seluruh hasilnya. ~ Og Mandino,
195:I actually met Carrie Fisher a couple of years ago. When I told her that she was my first crush, she insisted that we get married and have a reality show about it. I'm lucky to have made it out of that weekend without getting married. ~ Joe Manganiello,
196:We've all had those phone conversations. Things are heated, you're in a position where you're gonna say something nasty. Instead, you say, "Oh, I've got that thing in the oven." Lie. Get off the phone. Don't perpetuate a bad situation. ~ Joe Manganiello,
197:They [Americans] believe that the terrors of vast problems yield to the effects of many small solutions.

Use little things to break big things, says Saint Paul, describing an essential feature of the psychology of hope. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
198:To globalize for the sake of globalizing-as a matter of ego-is perilous. Expanding internationally is hard, risky work. Globalization is not just about putting up a plant. It's not about making an acquisition. It's much, much more. ~ Kumar Mangalam Birla,
199:Manga uses Japanese traditional structures in how to teach the student and to transmit a very direct message. You learn from the teacher by watching from behind his back. The whole teacher-master thing is part of Asian culture, I think. ~ Takashi Murakami,
200:the relation of mathematics to the world of temporal change and of phenomenal particularity is direct: less by induction than by what Pierce called abduction – an imaginative jumping off from an open-ended series of particulars. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
201:I had a rule that I would never force the muse in my younger days. I would follow the feeling. I would just put the pen down and walk away, and wait for it to come back. But these days, I have a kid, I tour a lot, and I'm always short on time. ~ Dan Mangan,
202:The world changed and the companies haven’t yet figured out how to exploit it, exactly. Twilight and Harry Potter and manga have shown females will purchase genre books with a vengeance if given the opportunity and an enticing enough read. ~ Lynne M Thomas,
203:Manga is a very entertaining cultural form, made of many totally different genres. Don’t restrict yourself with a single style of manga. I would be delighted to be your springboard, but try to read as much as you can in order to branch out! ~ Hiromu Arakawa,
204:I quit because that thing inside of me that was driving me to drink that way was causing me so much pain that I was starting to get afraid for my own life, and my own health. It wasn't necessarily one instance. It was a lot that had piled up. ~ Joe Manganiello,
205:The panel on the right portrayed Jesus emerging from his tomb, as Mary Magdalene, in a red dress (also iron, or perhaps grated particles of gold), holds out to him a purple garment (manganese dioxide) and a loaf of yellow bread (silver chloride). ~ Alan Bradley,
206:Yasa mı? Kimin için? Neyi berkitir yasa? ister gözünü oğuştur, istersen tetiği çek idam mangasındasm içinde yasa varsa. Girmem, girmedim mangalara Yer etmedi adalet duygusu içimde benim çünkü ben ömrümce adle boyun eğdim. Yıldızlı gökten bana soracak ~ Anonymous,
207:Milikilah hati yang luas, seluas langit biru. Di dalam hati yang luas, kamu akan menampung rasa memaafkan yang besar, kekuatan untuk berpikir dan bertindak positif, serta semangat untuk menjelang hari esok yang tidak pernah pudar. Jadilah langit itu ~ Sitta Karina,
208:Yo era el Apollyon. Ejercía control sobre los cuatro elementos, y sobre el quinto y el más poderoso akasha. Yo alimentaba al Dios Asesino. Yo era su gran poder, el as en la manga. Yo era el principio y él era el final. Y juntos, éramos todo. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
209:Isimangaliso must be the only place on the globe where the oldest land mammal (rhinoceros) and the world biggest terrestrial mammal (elephant) share an ecosystem with the world's oldest fish (coelacanth) and the world's biggest marine mammal (whale) ~ Nelson Mandela,
210:There's when a phrase circles in my head in a number of ways for any number of days, weeks, or months, and then that eventually becomes a song. There's a slow permeation of the idea and then that leads into a bunch of themes and becomes a bunch of lines. ~ Dan Mangan,
211:Every weekend the drama department would have parties. The 20 hot girls on campus? All of them were in the drama dept. So we'd have somebody standing guard at the door to keep all the computer science guys out. We had to guard our women at all times. ~ Joe Manganiello,
212:I really love the smell of Waffle House. It’s this perfect combination of butter, maple syrup, bacon, and maybe onions? Whatever it is, they should bottle it up and pour it into a scented marker, so I can draw hot manga characters who smell like WaHo. ~ Becky Albertalli,
213:It's not supposed to make you distracted from your life, it's supposed to make you challenge the ongoing distraction with focused intention. Simply discussing how asleep we can be gives credence to the possibility of finding moments of true honest alertness. ~ Dan Mangan,
214:He reached into the bag and drew out an odd array of manga, ripped paperbacks of books both classic and modern, and a small stack of crumpled magazines. "See, I even brought some things to read aloud. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so there's a bit of everything. ~ Holly Black,
215:In the age of camera phones and screenshots and Twitter.... At the end of the day, I want to share my life with somebody, you know? I want picture albums. I want to look back at our time together. And I also want kids. And if you want kids, then you want marriage. ~ Joe Manganiello,
216:The embodied self is the same person who woke to the world in a burst of visonary immediacy, who soon found that he was not the center of that world but on the contrary, a dependent and even hapless creature, and who then discovered that he was doomed to die ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
217:When I was drawing this, I thought I’d put together Sailor Saturn and Sailor Chibi-Moon in a pair. Then I followed it with the Sailor Quartet. One of these days I’m going to put this team together into the manga. What a weird thing that would be. Anyway, here’s the six. ~ Naoko Takeuchi,
218:Tanpa disadari, saking semangatnya meminta, kita terkesan mengajari atau mendikte Tuhan. Menurut sebuah hadis, Tuhan akan marah pada hamba-Nya yang sombong, tidak pernah berdoa. Namun, Tuhan juga marah jika melihat hamba-Nya banyak berdoa, tanpa bekerja. Ora et labora. ~ Komaruddin Hidayat,
219:Pranzammo a Torre Annunziata con la tavola disposta proprio in riva al mare.
Tutti coloro erano felici d'abitare in quei luoghi, alcuni affermavano che senza la vista del mare sarebbe impossibile vivere. A me basta che quell'immagine rimanga nel mio spirito. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
220:I'm part of the first generation who grew up with manga [comics] and anime [animation], you know, after 'Godzilla.' I was absorbed with Ultraman on TV and in manga. The profession of game designer was created really recently. If it didn't exist, I'd probably be making anime. ~ Satoshi Tajiri,
221:Later I would know some real workers—heavily tattooed, hair worn in ponytails, motorcycle-riding, manga-reading, and pill-popping—and I realized they were as batty as we were, far from the standardized robots of our fantasies. Americans, rich or poor, were a nation of weirdos. ~ Edmund White,
222:Fa una scelta di buoni autori e contentati di essi per nutrirti del loro genio se vuoi ricavarne insegnamenti che ti rimangano. Voler essere dappertutto è come essere in nessu luogo. Non potendo quindi leggere tutti i libri che puoi avere, contentati di avere quelli che puoi leggere. ~ Seneca,
223:I miss that moment when you're about to go through the tube turn-style but you put your ticket in the wrong way and then as you're trying to figure out how exactly to get in the damn station you hear a collective sigh of 40 people behind you pissed that you're slowing down the herd. ~ Dan Mangan,
224:Men feel cherished when they are needed.
Women feel cherished when they are loved.

Indonesian version (Bahasa):

Kaum pria jadi termotivasi dan bersemangat kala mereka merasa dibutuhkan.

Kaum wanita jadi termotivasi dan bersemangat kala mereka merasa dicintai. ~ John Gray,
225:I feel like songwriting changed from something that I liked doing to something that, I feel, is a very important outlet for me to digest all the things around me. Once I put thoughts into a song, I can let it go, it doesn't bug me anymore you know what I mean? It's kind of a catharsis. ~ Dan Mangan,
226:The method of producing comics in Japan is very hectic, but it's also rewarding because it's possible to do both the story and art all by yourself. In this way, it's possibly to bring out one's individuality. If this idea appeals to you, I call on you to try drawing your own manga. ~ Akira Toriyama,
227:With all of the people in the world and all of the suffering and all of the things that people are forced to do for lack of other alternative, the fact that I had a subsidized education and got to go right into a life of playing music for a living, what a stupidly fortunate place to be. ~ Dan Mangan,
228:To trust so much in our devices and sync everyone's device up - we tell people where we are, what we buy and where we shop, who we talk to - and that goes somewhere. The ghost of information technology out there, and one of the points... of the manga and anime was trusting in technology. ~ Rupert Sanders,
229:Tako smo sjedili prilično dugo uz naš mangal i šutjeli. Opet sam osjetio kako je sreća jednostavna i prirodna stvar. A to je: čaša vina, jedan kesten, skromni mangal i šum morskih valova. Ništa drugo! Da bismo shvatili da je u tome sreća, potrebno je da budemo jednostavna i priprosta srca. ~ Nikos Kazantzakis,
230:Lá, no Paraíso, mamãe e papai dispunham de boas mangas, abacaxis, papaias, goiabas, cajus, maracujás, talvez até acerolas, cajás, graviolas. Por que iriam se interessar por maçãs, que frutinho mai ssem graça, estúpido e insípido? Eu só comeria maçãs se me dissessem que não o podia fazer. ~ Jos Eduardo Agualusa,
231:Puede afirmarse, sin caer en el infundio, que esta ilustre manga de atorrantes jamás consiguió entender el sentido de los Carnavales. Manuel Mandeb pensaba que las gentes se ponían contentas en virtud de algún suceso que todos conocían, menos él. Sus amigos padecían un desconcierto de la misma clase. ~ Alejandro Dolina,
232:Non c'è pericolo che il vero ingegno e la vera bontà rimangano per molto tempo nascoste ma anche se questo accadesse la coscienza di possedere queste qualità e di impiegarle pel bene del prossimo, dovrebbe dare sufficiente soddisfazione, e, te lo ripeto, la più bella dote di una fanciulla è la modestia. ~ Louisa May Alcott,
233:The thing is that I don't normally think in terms of manga when I'm writing. Sounds odd from someone who has is getting a reputation for doing manga related work. But I would say that my scripts are NOT manga at the stage of my writing process, they are just comic book stories in a more general sense. ~ Sean Michael Wilson,
234:If you use language that divides people and makes people who agree with you really stoked and people who disagree with you disengaged then you're preaching to a choir, and you've lost any kind of relativity across the spectrum. So it's important to be subtle and understand that there's a lot more you can learn. ~ Dan Mangan,
235:Chocolate is an extraordinary source of key stress-fighting minerals including: magnesium, iron, chromium, vanadium, copper, zinc, manganese, and phosphorus. These minerals favorably influence a woman's hormone system, which explains why chocolate has always been considered important for a woman's monthly cycle. ~ David Wolfe,
236:Negli anni Venti gli eroi dei fumetti si chiamano «Comunello» e «Proletino». E il loro avversario è «Fasciolino»: Forte e ardito è Comunello ed affronta il manganello del gradasso Fasciolino per difender Proletino. Oppure «Spartachino», eroe del Fanciullo proletario che non cede alle lusinghe dei fascisti[6]. ~ Stefano Pivato,
237:I don’t think there’s any such thing as male objectification…I think that word exists only with women because there are societal pressures for them to behave a certain way and to look a certain way. Someone put it to me once: Women are sex objects and men are success objects. That was really interesting to me. ~ Joe Manganiello,
238:Karena bagiku, mencintai hidup tidak berarti bermain-main di pantai. Mencintai hidup, berarti menjalani hidup yang mempesona dan tidak terkendali. Bertindak, berusaha, bersusah payah. Hidup yang penuh semangat dan menakjubkan. Aku terlalu mencintai hidup dan karena itu aku tidak puas hanya dengan kecantikan alam. ~ Albert Camus,
239:I think when portraying someone that does exist in real life, there's an amount of respect and you want to do them justice. I don't really care what anybody says out there about what I did in the film; I care what these guys thought about what I did. If I'm making them happy, then I know I'm on the right track. ~ Joe Manganiello,
240:Sejak percintaan pertama di senja itu, Aureliano dan Amaranta Ursula telah melanjutkan keuntungan yang disebabkan oleh jarangnya Gaston mengawasi istrinya, bercinta dengan semangat terhalang, tercekik dalam kesempatan-kesempatan untuk bertemu dan hampir selalu terganggu oleh kedatangan Gaston yang tiba-tiba. ~ Gabriel Garc a M rquez,
241:What frustrated us about the song [Robots] was not that it existed - we owe a lot to that song and have had a ton of fun playing it. The problem was that it was a "given".It was like everyone was waiting for it to happen, and then it better be as crazy as the time they saw it before. Started to feel like dancing monkeys. ~ Dan Mangan,
242:David Ayer was put on my map, at that point, and I always kept note and clocked his career. When he started directing, I saw Harsh Times, I saw Street Kings and I saw End of Watch. I gave my agents a list of directors that I wanted to work with, and at the top of that list was David. I wanted to have that experience. ~ Joe Manganiello,
243:In that moment the world tilted, and I completely lost control of my sex organs. Apparently my vagina, uterus, and ovaries were Italian and, when spoken to in Italian by Nico Manganiello, no longer belonged to me. I had no idea what he’d said. Just the sound, coming from his mouth – no lie – was the sexiest thing of all time. ~ Penny Reid,
244:Simon's walls were covered in what looked like pages ripped from a comic book, but when I squinted, I realized they were hand drawn. Some were black-and-white, but most were in full color, everything from character sketches to splash panels to full pages, done in a style that wasn't quite manga, wasn't quite comic book. ~ Kelley Armstrong,
245:I'll force myself to sit down and read a couple of chapters of a great book or I'll force myself to sit and listen to some amazing music or I'll go see a play. I find that watching or experiencing other forms of art gets my brain in action. It makes me feel connected to the creative energies and then that tends to get things going. ~ Dan Mangan,
246:In a way, 'Sin City''s designed to be paced somewhere between an American comic book and Japanese manga. Working in black and white, I realized that the eye is less patient, and you have to make your point, and sometimes repeat it. Slowing things down is harder in black and white, because there isn't as much for the eye to enjoy. ~ Frank Miller,
247:Simon's walls were covered in what looked like pages ripped from a comic book, but when I squinted, I realized they were hand drawn. Some were black-and-white, but most were in full color,
everything from character sketches to splash panels to full pages, done in a style that wasn't quite manga, wasn't
quite comic book. ~ Kelley Armstrong,
248:Elend smiled. "Oh, come on. You have to admit that you're unusual, Vin. You're like some strange mixture of a noblewoman, a street urchin, and a cat. Plus, you've mangaged - in our short three years together - to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiancée. That's kind of like a homicidal hat trick. ~ Brandon Sanderson,
249:I remember somebody saying, "I feel really bad for kids growing up around iPads right now. It's just too complicated. Life's too complicated." I think, yeah, but I remember being a kid and holding up a new piece of technology that was made in the '80s and my grandparents going, "Oh, it's too complicated." It didn't seem complicated to me. ~ Dan Mangan,
250:I like the way Quentin Tarantino creates a scene using a series of close-ups or showing very cool images of a person or people walking on some ordinary street in slow motion. I wish I could achieve that kind of slow-motion effect in manga, but it's rather difficult to draw; the only things we can play with are tones of black and white. ~ Masashi Kishimoto,
251:When you have a young kid you can't go out much at night, so I spent a lot of time at home, watching movies and cooking dinner with my wife. It felt like what most people experience. White picket fence stuff.So there was some enjoyment of that normalcy, but I have to admit that part of me missed the chaos of touring. I think it's about balance. ~ Dan Mangan,
252:Un val atarna intre cei doi poli,o simpla alunecare a unui lucru care e transparent pentru a ne avertiza sau a ne mangaia.Acum urasti,dar priveste prin acest val si vezi posibilitatea iubirii,esti trist acum,dar priveste in partea cealalta si vei vedea fericire.Calmul absolut pana la dezastrul absolut se petrece atat de repede,intr-o clipita. ~ Cecelia Ahern,
253:Cinta itu mensucikan akal, mengenyahkan kekhawatiran, memunculkan keberanian, mendorong berpenampilan rapi, membangkitkan selera makan, menjaga akhlak mulia, membangkitkan semangat, mengenakan wewangian, memperhatikan pergaulan yang baik, serta menjaga adab dan kepribadian. Tapi cinta juga merupakan ujian bagi orang-orang yang shaleh dan cobaan bagi ahli ibadah. ~,
254:It doesn't matter if you're talking to a communist or a fascist if you say, do you want a good future for your kids? Well they're all going to say yes. Well do you think that money should be spent efficiently? Yes. Al of these things, everyone agrees on them but the way that we discuss them and the language that we use we hold different definitions for. ~ Dan Mangan,
255:We're constantly dealing with old problems under the circumstance of new variables, so just things like greed and fear and anger and inequality are issues that humanity has constantly dealt with. The parameters and the variables change but these are old things. And discussing those things is slightly more timeless rather than focusing on one tiny thing. ~ Dan Mangan,
256:Scheele independently discovered eight elements—chlorine, fluorine, manganese, barium, molybdenum, tungsten, nitrogen, and oxygen—but received credit for none of them in his lifetime. He had an unfortunate habit of tasting every substance he worked with, as a way of familiarizing himself with its properties, and eventually the practice caught up with him. ~ Bill Bryson,
257:Some Western readers commonly use the Japanese word manga to mean serious comic-book literature. According to one of my Japanese friends, this usage is wrong. The word manga means “idle picture” and is used in Japan to describe collections of trivial comic-book stories. The correct word for serious comic-book literature is gekiga, meaning “dramatic picture. ~ Freeman Dyson,
258:Hay cosas menores, pero aun así muy importantes. No es amable. No sabe cuándo ha de decir algo que consuele y cuándo hay que callar. La historia le importa un pimiento. No tiene ojos grises dulces ni cejas pobladas, ni se sube las mangas hasta los codos. —La miré fijamente, y ahora me miró con valentía decidida—. En suma, el mayor problema de él es que no es tú. ~ Elizabeth Kostova,
259:Mau jadi pengarang? Tak ada jalan lain kecuali membaca membaca, membaca terutama karya para sastrawan terkemuka dan menulis menulis menulis. Ikut workshop hanya penunjang, begitu pula teori-teori itu, komunitas untuk mengingatkan tekad, saling menyemangati, berbagi pengalaman. Tak seorangpun bisa menjadikan dirimu sebagai penulis/pengarang kecuali dirimu sendiri. ~ Helvy Tiana Rosa,
260:No mesmo corredor mora outro homem, outro sono, o mesmo não acordar como quem furta ao tempo alguns minutos. Quem nunca quis dormir até a vida ser um lugar praticável, quem não conhece o desconsolo de vestir cada dia uma pele curta nas mangas, que vá abanar este homem, que o chame com a voz cheia de realidades e diga: «Levanta-te, Karl, levanta-te à hora de viver.» ~ Nuno Camarneiro,
261:One of the more problematic aspects of the current state of cinema in Japan is that the movies playing in the theaters are by and large made not by film studios but by broadcasting companies. They're either extensions of popular television dramas or adaptations of manga or anime. Younger Japanese are simply not being exposed to good films. That situation needs to change. ~ Hirokazu Koreeda,
262:The City of San Francisco is being stalked by a huge, shaved vampyre cat named Chet, and only I, Abby Normal, emergency backup mistress of the Greater Bay Area night, and my manga-haired love monkey, Foo Dog, stand between the ravenous monster and a bloody massacre of the general public. Which isn’t, like, as bad as it sounds, because the general public kind of sucks ass. ~ Christopher Moore,
263:I often hear that Gintama is very kind to losers. The thought that “a failure like me can still keep living when I read this manga.” But I didn't intentionally draw losers. I've been told that it's because I'm a loser too. Well, fine. But honestly, I think everyone's a loser. The only difference is the skin we put on. Once you open the lid and look inside, everyone's the same. ~ Hideaki Sorachi,
264:Llevo el calcetín derecho diferente al calcetín izquierdo. Uno tiene un dibujo de Mickey Mouse, el otro es un calcetín de lana liso. Mi habitación está manga por hombro y no puedo encontrar nada. Mejor no decirlo en voz alta, pero mis bragas dan pena. Tanto que un ladrón de ropa interior pasaría de largo. Si unos gamberros me mataran, con esta pinta no creo que hallara la paz. ~ Haruki Murakami,
265:Non turbare la tua pace interiore, niente è giusto o sbagliato, non si vince né si perde. Esistono solo gli individui e ognuno di essi è solo. Completamente
solo! Impara a essere solo, guarda gli uccelli, volano ma non parlano a nessuno del loro volo né si preoccupano di conservarne il ricordo per raccontarlo in futuro. ... Lascia che la tua vita rimanga un segreto perché è segreta ~ Philip K Dick,
266:perasaan adalah perasaan, meski secuil, walau setitik hitam di tengah lapangan putih luas, dia bisa membuat seluruh tubuh jadi sakit, kehilangan selera makan, kehilangan semangat, hebat sekali benda bernama perasaan itu, dia bisa membuat harimu berubah cerah dalam sekejap padahal dunia sedang mendung, dan di kejap berikutnya mengubah harimu jadi buram padahal dunia sedang terang benderang ~ Tere Liye,
267:So we must run back and forth between these two suns in our firmament—the presentiment of death and awareness of life—and avoid being transfixed by either of them. If we are lucky in this uncertain middle distance, we may form attachments and projects that enhance the sentiment of life. However, even as we try our luck, death comes to us, and brings our experiment to a end. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
268:The most rewarding possible thing that a songwriter or an artist of any kind can experience is to hear firsthand from the mouth of somebody else that they don't know the weight or gravity or intensity that something they've made has brought out in somebody else's life. It's simultaneously flattering and humbling. It makes me so thankful that I've been so lucky to be able to do this work. ~ Dan Mangan,
269:Entra Tom. Va vestido como un marino mercante. Cruza hasta la escalera de incendios, donde se detiene y enciende un cigarrillo. Se dirige el público.   TOM: Es cierto, me reservo algunos trucos, me guardo algún as en la manga. Pero soy lo contrario de un mago de la escena. Él ofrece una ilusión con apariencia de verdad, yo os entregaré la verdad con el amable disfraz de la ilusión. ~ Tennessee Williams,
270:The road back to reality, we suggest, begins by making two affirmations about nature: the uniqueness of the universe and the reality of time. These together have an immediate consequence which is the central hypothesis of our program: that the laws of nature evolve, and they do so through mechanisms that can be discovered and probed experimentally because they concern the past. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
271:The fact that you see salarymen reading manga and pornography on the trains and being unafraid, unashamed or anything, is something you wouldn’t have seen 30 years ago, with people who grew up under a different system of government. They would have been far too embarrassed to open a book of cartoons or dirty pictures on a train. But that’s what we have now in Japan. We are a country of children. ~ Hideaki Anno,
272:Agama, sebaliknya tidak mengklaim untuk jadi petunjuk praktis pengubah dunia. Semangat agama yang paling dasar menimbang hidup sebagai yang masih terdiri dari misteri, memang ada orang agama yang seperti kaum Marxis, menyombong bahwa “segala hal sudah ada jawabnya pada kami”; tapi pernyataan itu menantang makna doa—dan mematikan ruh religius itu sendiri. Sebab dalam doa, kita tahu, kita hanya debu ~ Goenawan Mohamad,
273:Truth is stranger than fiction," as the old saying goes. When I watch a documentary, I can't help crying and then I think to myself, "Fiction can't compete with this." But when I mentioned this to a veteran manga artist friend of mine he said that "fiction brings salvation to characters in stories that would otherwise have no salvation at all." His words strengthened the conviction of my manga spirit. ~ Hiromu Arakawa,
274:Se não aparecerem mulheres, importam-se, que é em Portugal para tudo o recurso natural. Aqui importa-se tudo. Leis, ideias, filosofias, teorias, assuntos, estéticas, ciências, estilos, indústrias, modas, maneiras, pilhérias, tudo nos vem em caixotes pelo paquete. A civilização custa-nos caríssima, com os direitos de alfândega:e é tudo em segunda mão, não foi feita para nós, fica-nos curta nas mangas... ~ E a de Queir s,
275:That is a goal, to step out on stage and to actually be present. Honestly alive and present. Although, it doesn't always happen. We're fallible, we're imperfect. That's what a lot of books are written about; that's what a lot of religions have sought after is that kind of zen mentality of just being totally neutral and open and vulnerable to all of the forces in the universe without being attached to them. ~ Dan Mangan,
276:The combination of our mortality with our groundlessness imparts to human life its pressing and enigmatic character. We struggle to in our brief time in the midst of an impenetrable darkness. A small area is lighted up: our civilizations, our sciences, our loves. We prove unable to define the place of the lighted area within a larger space devoid of light, and must go to our deaths unenlightened. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
277:Penulis harus memiliki sopan santun. Dan sopan santun mereka harus dibentuk oleh sopan santun Islam. Hukum pers harus dirancang dengan sikap agamis dari nurani. Karena reformasi Islam telah menunjukkan bahwa yang mengatur hati nurani adalah semangat Islam, dengan cahaya di atas cahaya. Dan juga, kita telah memahami bahwa persatuan Islam mencakup semua tentara dan semua yang terlibat. (Said Nursi, Hal.354) ~ Habiburrahman El Shirazy,
278:Truth is stranger than fiction," as the old saying goes. When I watch a documentary, I can't help crying and then I think to myself, "Fiction can't compete with this."

But when I mentioned this to a veteran manga artist friend of mine he said that "fiction brings salvation to characters in stories that would otherwise have no salvation at all."

His words strengthened the conviction of my manga spirit. ~ Hiromu Arakawa,
279:Contemporary art and manga - what is the same about them? Nothing, right? The manga industry has a lot of talented people, but contemporary art works on more of a solitary model. No one embarks on collaboration in contemporary art in order to make money. But in the manga world, everyone is invested in collaboration. The most important point is that the manga industry constantly encourages new creations and creators. ~ Takashi Murakami,
280:Enfim, exclamou o Ega, se não aparecerem mulheres, importam-se, que é em Portugal para tudo o recurso natural. Aqui importa-se tudo. Leis, ideias, filosofias, teorias, assuntos, estéticas, ciências, estilo, indústrias, modas, maneiras, pilhérias, tudo nos vem em caixotes pelo paquete. A civilização custa-nos caríssima com os direitos da alfândega: e é em segunda mão, não foi feita para nós, fica-nos curta nas mangas... ~ E a de Queir s,
281:Naturalmente, il mappamondo corrisponde alla Terra più di quanto facciano le carte raccolte nell'atlante: nelle camerette dei ragazzini, inoltre, crea un'atmosfera piena di nostalgia dei paesi lontani. La sua sfericità, però, è tanto geniale quanto critica. La forma sospesa della Terra non ha margini, non conosce un sopra e un sotto, non ha un inizio né una fine e fa sì che un lato del globo rimanga sempre nascosto. ~ Judith Schalansky,
282:Zarea e ca si viitorul! In fata sufletului nostru sta un tot urias si nelamurit in care simtirea noastra se pierde ca si privirea, iar noi dorim plini de ardoare sa ne lasam cuprinsi cu voluptate de un unic, mare si splendid sentiment. Si cand alergam intr-acolo, cand acolo devine aici, totul e la fel ca mai inainte si ne simtim saraci si marginiti, si sufletul nostru tanjeste dupa mangaierea care a pierit. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
283:Lard-type breeds, such as the Mangalista, Guinea Hog, and Large Black, tend to have compact bodies and a high proportion of fat; bacon-type pigs, such as the Yorkshire and Tamworth, are long bodied and low fat. Intermediate breeds, such as the Chester White, Hampshire, and Large White, are sometimes referred to as “meat-type” because they are now used primarily for hams, loins, and such, but they were originally more all-purpose. ~ Anonymous,
284:Difficile è credere in una cosa quando si è soli, e non se ne può parlare con alcuno. Proprio in quel tempo Drogo si accorse come gli uomini, per quanto possano volersi bene, rimangano sempre lontani; che se uno soffre, il dolore è completamente suo, nessun altro può prenderne su di sé una minima parte; che se uno soffre, gli altri per questo non sentono male, anche se l'amore è grande, e questo provoca la solitudine della vita. ~ Dino Buzzati,
285:Madagascar had been a monkey-free refuge for the lemurs off the coast of mainland Africa, and now Nosy Mangabé had to be a monkey-free refuge off the coast of mainland Madagascar. The refuges were getting smaller and smaller, and the monkeys were already here on this one, sitting making notes about it. “The difference,” said Mark, “is that the first monkey-free refuge was set up by chance. The second was actually set up by the monkeys. ~ Douglas Adams,
286:Hindi ako naniniwalang kailangan ng tao mangarap dahil gusto n’ya ng pera, o gusto n’yang sumikat, o gusto n’ya ng impluwensya. Side effects na lang ang mga ‘to, sa tingin ko. Nangangarap ang tao dahil binigyan s’ya ng Diyos ng kakayanang mangarap at tumupad nito. Tungkulin n’yang pagbutihin ang pagkatao n’ya at mag-ambag ng tulong sa mundo. At wala na s’yang iba pang magagawang mas malaking kasalanan sa sarili bukod sa talikuran ang tungkuling yon… ~ Bob Ong,
287:In such a view, time is not emergent. It is, in fact, the only aspect of reality that cannot emerge from a more fundamental background. We register its reality, always and everywhere, by recognizing the differential character of change: some things change relative to other things. However, the kinds of things that there are also change, and so do the ways in which they change. That is what time is: the transformation of transformation. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
288:A poco a poco la fiducia si affievoliva. Difficile è credere in una cosa quando si è soli, e non se ne può parlare con alcuno. Proprio in quel tempo Drogo si accorse come gli uomini, per quanto possano volersi bene, rimangano sempre lontani; che se uno soffre, il dolore è completamente suo, nessun altro può prenderne su di sé una minima parte; che se uno soffre, gli altri per questo non sentono male, anche se l'amore è grande, e questo provoca la solitudine della vita. ~ Dino Buzzati,
289:To understand your country you must love it. To love it you must, in a sense, accept it. To accept it as it is, however, is to betray it. To accept your country without betraying it, you must love it for that in which it shows what it might become. America - this monument to the genius of ordinary men and women, this place where hope becomes capacity, this long, halting turn of the no into the yes - needs citizens who love it enough to reimagine and remake it. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
290:In the last four days I have got the spectrum given by Tantalum, Chromium, Manganese, Iron, Nickel, Cobalt, and Copper and part of the Silver spectrum. The chief result is that all the elements give the same kind of spectrum, the result for any metal being quite easy to guess from the results for the others. This shows that the insides of all the atoms are very much alike, and from these results it will be possible to find out something of what the insides are made up of. ~ Henry Moseley,
291:It was the colors that had initially attracted her, the vibrant blue of the Bunsen flame and the dusty red of copper and the deep violet of permanganate. It was the logic of balanced equations, the certainty that when element A mixed with element B, compound C would appear. It was like predicting the future; it was like magic. Most of all, it was being: of having to be so careful with the hydrochloric acid, of accidentally burning herself while lighting a match, of discovering. ~ Amy Zhang,
292:Duta Besar, betapa senangnya bertemu dengan Anda! Para pelarian? Upeti? Semuanya dalam kondisi baik. Kita akan berbincang setelah makan malam. Mari kami tunjukkan ruangan Anda. Ya, karpetnya dan sutranya bagus, bukan―ini yang terbaik. Segelas anggur, mungkin? Anda suka gelasnya? Ini semua milik Anda. Oh, dan setelah makan malam, para gadis menari. Anda sudah melakukan perjalanan panjang. Gadis-gadis ini khusus dipilihkan untuk mengembalikan semangat para pejuang besar seperti Anda. ~ John Man,
293:You always have to appeal to your audience. You always have to consider how well your project will do in terms of admissions. I abandoned many stories because of that. But I don't get too down about it. It's something I accepted from the time I decided to work in films. I could always do something else if I got sick of it, like draw manga, or make my own films. I found it pointless sitting in my house not working, though I'd like to go on extended vacations from time to time. ~ Hayao Miyazaki,
294:Sai invece quando ho veramente provato una stretta al cuore? Quando hai descritto te stessa per eliminare qualsiasi dubbio e, chissà perché, ti sei riassunta in una sola frase, oltretutto tra parentesi ("piuttosto alta, capelli lunghi, ricci e ribelli, occhiali...").
Se è davvero così, se ti senti tra parentesi, permettimi allora di infilarmici dentro, e che tutto il mondo ne rimanga fuori, che sia solo l'esponente al di fuori della parentesi e ci moltiplichi al suo interno. ~ David Grossman,
295:It was tragic to be a burn victim—oil, acid, dowry disputes, cruel in-laws, all that—though what was expected next was a humble, pained exit, feminine in its sorrow, in its sense of proportion. In other words, what was expected was invisibility. For the woman to disappear. But Poornima refused, or rather, she never even considered it. She walked down the street, she held her head high, she wore no mangalsutra, she had no male escort, she was iron in her purpose, imperial in her poise. ~ Shobha Rao,
296:Ho sempre invidiato le persone che prendono sonno all'istante. Devono avere la testa più ordinata, le pareti del cranio ben pulite, tutti i mostriciattoli chiusi in un baule ai piedi del letto. Io ho sempre sofferto d'insonnia e continuerò a farlo fino all'ultimo giorno della mia vita. Nel frattempo sprecherò ore e ore a evocare il sonno, a sperare che un manganello mi colpisca in testa, non troppo forte, non abbastanza da farmi male, giusto un colpetto secco che mi sistemi per la notte. ~ David Benioff,
297:These are the three main diseases of this country, sir: typhoid, cholera, and election fever. This last one is the worst; it makes people talk and talk about things that they have no say in ... Would they do it this time? Would they beat the Great Socialist and win the elections? Had they raised enough money of their own, and bribed enough policemen, and bought enough fingerprints of their own, to win? Like eunuchs discussing the Kama Sutra, the voters discuss the elections in Laxmangarh. ~ Aravind Adiga,
298:You’re shy,” Skylar whispered, nuzzling his ear. Reading his mind.
Xander swallowed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” Skylar laced their fingers together, drew Xander in close enough that there would be no hiding the evidence of Xander’s arousal. And Skylar’s lack thereof. “I find your shyness very attractive.”
“Oh,” Xander said, because he didn’t know what else to say.
“I want to date you, Xander. I want to help you with your project, and sit for your paintings, and write a manga with you, and I want to date you ~ Heidi Cullinan,
299:In that sense, “otaku” referred to a sudden, spontaneous, and, to most Japanese, inexplicable eruption of extreme obsessiveness among the country’s youth. One day, Japanese in their teens and twenties were normal, well-adjusted young people. The next day, or so it seemed, they were hopeless geeks who had forsaken all social skills in favor of a deep dive into—whatever. Manga (comics). Anime. Super-hard-core deviant anime porn in which tender young schoolgirls are violated by multi-tentacled octopi. Trains. It could be anything really. ~ Frank Rose,
300:Mangal draws me aside and tells me that Puraji's doctor took a full day looking for the shrubs and herbs for the treatment. Wherefore the relief, i ask myself. Nothing has changed. If anything, the price is twenty four hours closer to death. I am about to leave when the doctor calls out to me. ' You'll wait outside till i have finished my examination.' It's a long, long time since anyone has spoken to me without my honorific. I am upset at his lack of mannerisms and grateful. If i am ordered around, someone else must be in charge. ~ Kiran Nagarkar,
301:When you put a halo on concepts - gender roles, religion, nationality or pride - or you put a halo on any topic - anything that you hold dear like the relationship between a father and son or a mother and daughter, what it means to be married or what it means to be single or what it means to be a free spirit or what it means to be an artist - if you just put a halo on something and say it's untouchable - "that is special and that is perfect" - you immediately close your eyes to the truth of it, because the truth is that nothing is perfect. ~ Dan Mangan,
302:These people were building homes for the rich, but they lived in tents covered with blue tarpaulin sheets, and partitioned into lanes by lines of sewage. It was even worse than Laxmangarh. I picked my way around broken glass, wire, and shattered tube lights. The stench of feces was replaced by the stronger stench of industrial sewage. The slum ended in an open sewer - a small river of black water went sluggishly past me, bubbles sparkling in it and little circles spreading on its surface. Two children were splashing about in the black water. ~ Aravind Adiga,
303:Perhaps we painted on our own skin, with ochre and charcoal, long before we painted on stone. In any case, forty thousand years ago, we left painted handprints on the cave walls of Lascaux, Ardennes, Chauvet.
The black pigment used to paint the animals at Lascaux was made of manganese dioxide and ground quartz; and almost half the mixture was calcium phosphate. Calcium phosphate is produced by heating bone four hundred degrees Celsius, then grinding it.
We made our paints from bones of the animals we painted.
No image forgets this origin. ~ Anne Michaels,
304:Do you like manga?" she asked after a minute. "Anime?" "Anime's cool. I'm not really into it, but 1 like Japanese movies, animated or not." "Well, I'm into it. I watch the shows, read the books, chat on the boards, and all that. But this girl I know, she's completely into it. She spends most of her allowance on the books and DVDs. She can recite dialogue from them." She caught my gaze. "So would you say she belongs here?" "No. Most kids are that way about something, right? With me, it's movies. Like knowing who directed a sci-fi movie made before I was born. ~ Kelley Armstrong,
305:Uma noite, cedo, fui experimentar se o céu escutara tão valiosas preces. Cheguei à porta da Adélia; e bati, tremendo todo, uma argoladinha humilde. O Senhor Adelino assomou à janela, em mangas de camisa.
- Sou eu, Senhor Adelino - murmurei abjetamente e tirando o chapéu. - Queria falar à Adeliazinha.
Ele rosnou para dentro, para a alcova, o meu nome. Creio mesmo que disse o carola. E lá do fundo, dentre os cortinados, onde eu a pressentia toda desalinhada e formosa, a minha Adélia gritou com furor:
- Atira-lhe para cima dos lombos o balde da água suja!
Fugi. ~ E a de Queir s,
306:I climb into the incredible sadness of silence. Wrap its slowness around my shoulders, conceal its shame within the folds of my sari. Make it a vow, as if my life hinged upon it, as if I was not a wife in Mangalore but a nun elsewhere, cloistered and clinging to her silence to make sense of the world.
To stay silent it to censor all conversation. To stay silent is to erase individuality. To stay silent is an act of self-flagellation because this is when the words visit me, flooding me with their presence, kissing my lips, refusing to dislodge themselves from my tongue. ~ Meena Kandasamy,
307:From the will of a freedom-fighter, Farzad Kamangar:
"Is it possible to be a teacher and not show the path to the sea to the little fish of the country?
Is it possible to carry the heavy burden of being a teacher and be responsible for spreading the seeds of knowledge and still be silent? Is it possible to see the lumps in the throats of the students and witness their thin and malnourished faces and keep quiet? …
I cannot imagine witnessing the pain and poverty of the people of this land and fail to give our hearts to the river and the sea, to the roar and the flood. ~ Samad Behrangi,
308:The wallpaper with which the men of science have covered the world of reality is falling to tatters. The grand whorehouse which they have made of life requires no decoration. It is essential only that the drains function adequately. Beauty, that feline beauty which has us by the balls in America is finished. To fathom a new reality, it is first necessary to dismantle the drains. To lay open the gangrened ducts which compose the genitourinary system that supplies the excreta of art. The odor of the day is permanganate and formaldehyde. The drains are clogged with strangled embryos. ~ Henry Miller,
309:Do you like manga?" she asked after a minute. "Anime?"
"Anime's cool. I'm not really into it, but 1 like Japanese movies,
animated or not."
"Well, I'm into it. I watch the shows, read the books, chat on the boards, and all that. But this girl I know, she's
completely into it. She spends most of her allowance on the books and DVDs. She can recite dialogue from
them." She caught my gaze. "So would you say she belongs here?"
"No. Most kids are that way about something, right? With me, it's
movies. Like knowing who directed a sci-fi movie made before I was born. ~ Kelley Armstrong,
Tidak dapat menguatkan yang lemah dengan melemahkan yang kuat
Tidak dapat membantu orang-orang kecil dengan mencabik orang besar
Tidak dapat menolong orang miskin dengan menghancurkan orang kaya
Tidak dapat mengangkat penerima upah dengan menekan pembayar upah
Tidak dapat terhindar dari masalah dengan menghasilkan penghasilan lebih besar
Tidak dapat memajukan rasa persaudaraan dengan mendorong kebencian antar ras
Tidak dapat menciptakan keamanan di atas uang pinjaman
Tidak dapat membangun karakter dan semangat dengan merampas inisiatif dan kemerdekaan. ~ Abraham Lincoln,
311:Smettila di tormentarti tanto. Ogni cosa segue comunque il suo corso, e per quanto uno possa fare del suo meglio, a volte è impossibile evitare che qualcuno rimanga ferito. È la vita. Faccio un po' il grillo parlante ma è ora che tu cominci a imparare certi meccanismi della vita. A volte tu ti sforzi troppo di adattare la vita ai tuoi meccanismi. Se non vuoi finire anche tu in una clinica psichiatrica cerca di essere un po' più aperto e di abbandonarti di più alla vita così come viene. Anche una donna debole e imperfetta come me ogni tanto arriva a rendersi conto di quanto meravigliosa sia la vita. ~ Haruki Murakami,
312:This particular manga was about a group of mages who were part of a guild. They took jobs and fought various bad guys. The main character, a young woman with blond hair and boobs the size of Camellia’s, could summon spirits with keys that opened the gates to another dimension. “Fire Dragon’s Iron Fist, huh?” Kevin looked at the image depicting a pink-haired mage smashing a fire-covered fist into an enemy’s face. “That’s such a cool name. I wish I could come up with a name like that, but I don’t have any super cool powers that would be worthy of such a name.” He sighed. “What I wouldn’t give for the ability to use magic. ~ Brandon Varnell,
313:Sì, scrivere un libro all'anno è decisamente fattibile: basta buttare giù cinquecento parole al giorno (meno di un quarto di questa rubrica) all'incirca per otto mesi. Ma così rimangano soltanto quattro mesi per andare in vacanza, guardare i Mondiali, cazzeggiare su Internet, fare il giudice di premi letterari in località esotiche, eccetera eccetera. E allora gli scrittori si danno una tabella di marcia molto più comoda, un libro ogni due o tre anni, e intanto riescono a far credere agli editori che il libro gli ribollisca dentro allegramente e che un qualsiasi tentativo di forzare il ritmo possa portare all'evaporazione completa. ~ Nick Hornby,
314:«Me merezco lo que viene. He mentido, hecho trampa, engañado. He hecho daño a gente inocente. He cometido más errores de los que puedo recordar. De una forma u otra, he estado pagando por ellos la mayor parte de mi existencia». Su boca se curvó brevemente, una sonrisa irónica. «Pero estoy seguro de que los arcángeles tienen un par ases bajo la manga». Su sonrisa se desvaneció y me dirigió una mirada llena de honestidad. «Estar contigo nunca se sintió mal. Es la única cosa que hice bien. Tú eres lo único que hice bien. No me importan los arcángeles. Dime lo que quieres que haga. Di las palabras. Haré lo que quieras. Nos podemos ir ahora«. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick,
315:He faces the burdens of belittlement a third time as he grows older, and settles into an existence that he has embraced, or that has been forced upon him. A carapace of routine, of compromise, of silent surrenders, of half-term solutions, and of diminished consciousness begins to form around him. He turns himself over to the rigidified version of the self: the character. He begins to die small deaths, many times over. He fails to die only once, which is what he would desire if he were able fully to recognize the value of life. This third encounter with belittlement reveals belittlement for what it in fact is: death by installments. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
316:Our dominant idea about the mind fail to recognise the conflict between the two sides of the mind — the mind as machine and the mind as anti-machine, delighting in its powers of combination and transgression. They fail as well to appreciate the extend to which the relative presence of these two sides of the mind is influenced by the organisation of society and of the culture, with the result that the history of politics is internal to the history of the mind. In these as in many other respects, our beliefs about ourselves resist acknowledging the relation between our context-shaped and our context-transcending identities and powers. ~ Roberto Mangabeira Unger,
317:Las lágrimas claras y las rojas corrieron juntas hasta que tuvo desgarrado todo el rostro, aquel rostro que Ned había amado. Catelyn Stark alzó las manos y vio cómo la sangre le corría por los largos dedos, por las muñecas, bajo las mangas del vestido. Eran lentos gusanos rojos que le reptaban por los brazos bajo la ropa. «Qué cosquillas.» Aquello la hizo reír hasta que empezó a gritar. —Se ha vuelto loca —dijo un hombre—. Ha perdido la cabeza. —Acabemos con esto —dijo alguien más. Una mano la agarró por el cabello como había hecho ella con Cascabel. «No, no me cortéis el pelo —pensó—, a Ned le gusta mucho mi pelo.» Luego sintió el acero en la garganta, y su mordisco fue rojo y frío. ~ Anonymous,
318:STEPHEN, STEPHEN, STEPHEN!’ Jack’s voice came along the corridor, growing louder and ending in a roar as he thrust his head into the room. ‘Oh, there you are. I was afraid you had gone off to your stoats again. The carrier has brought you an ape.’ ‘What sort of an ape?’ asked Stephen. ‘A damned ill-conditioned sort of an ape. It had a can of ale at every pot-house on the road, and it is reeling drunk. It has been offering itself to Babbington.’ ‘Then it is Dr Lloyd’s lewd mangabey. He believes it to be suffering from the furor uterinus, and we are to open it together when I return.’ Jack looked at his watch. ‘What do you say to a hand of cards before we go?’ ‘With all my heart. ~ Patrick O Brian,
319:Just so you know, Araragi-kun, I hate romantic comedies where it is obvious the two will get together at the end but lukewarm developments keep them at an in-between more-than-friends-less-than-lovers state chapter after chapter just to keep the story going.”

“...I see.”

“Incidentally, I also hate sports manga where each match takes an entire year and yet you know they are going to win in the end. I also hate battle manga where it is clear they will defeat the final boss and bring peace to the world, but the battles with weaker enemies go on forever.”

“I think you just covered every shounen manga and shoujo manga in existence.”

- Senjougahara Hitagi & Araragi Koyomi ~ NisiOisiN,

O hastalandı.
beyaz yastıkta başı
bakır bir mangal gibi yandı.
O hastalandı.
Bu şiiri yazan şairin arkadaşı
fertlere methiye değil
sınıfımıza destan yazalım diyen şair
o hastaya bu şiiri yazmak için
beynin yarım saat sa'yini verebilir miydi?
Emin olun ki günahsızım.
Evet bir ferde on mısra söyledi ağzım
beynim iş saatinden çalmadı bunu.
o tornadan yeni çıkmış çelik çocuk gibi sosyalistin
bakır bir mangal gibi yandığını gören gözlerim
mavi bir alevle kapandılar dün gece
ve bu sabah
bu mısraları karyolamın demirine yazılı buldum. ~ N z m Hikmet Ran,
321:What Kinds of Circumstances Called for Courage in Paton’s Life? He had courage to overcome the criticism he received from respected elders for going to the New Hebrides. A Mr. Dickson exploded, “The cannibals! You will be eaten by cannibals!” The memory of Williams and Harris on Erromanga was only 19 years old. But to this Paton responded: Mr. Dickson, you are advanced in years now, and your own prospect is soon to be laid in the grave, there to be eaten by worms; I confess to you, that if I can but live and die serving and honoring the Lord Jesus, it will make no difference to me whether I am eaten by Cannibals or by worms; and in the Great Day my Resurrection body will rise as fair as yours in the likeness of our risen Redeemer (56). ~ Anonymous,
322:A black boy brought Wilson's gin and he sipped it very slowly because he had nothing else to do except to return to his hot and squalid room and read a novel - or a poem. Wilson liked poetry, but he absorbed it secretly, like a drug. The Golden Treasury accompanied him wherever he went, but it was taken at night in small doses - a finger of Longfellow, Macaulay, Mangan: 'Go on to tell how, with genius wasted, Betrayed in friendship, befooled in love...' His taste was romantic. For public exhibition he has his Wallace. He wanted passionately to be indistinguishable on the surface from other men: he wore his moustache like a club tie - it was his highest common factor, but his eyes betrayed him - brown dog's eyes, a setter's eyes, pointing mournfully towards Bond Street. ~ Graham Greene,
323:Para ilmuwan sosial memperkirakan bahwa sekitar 70 persen dari kebahagiaan kita berasal dari hubungan kita, baik secara kuantitas, dengan teman, keluarga, rekan kerja, dan tetangga. Selama masa-masa sulit dalam kehidupan, semangat persahabatan mengurangi penderitaan kita; selama masa-masa baik, semangat tersebut meningkatkan kebahagiaan kita.

Dengan demikian, sumber terbesar kebahagiaan kita adalah orang lain--dan apa yang dilakukan oleh uang? Uang mengisolasi kita dari orang lain. Dengan uang, kita dapat membangun dinding, secara harfiah dan kiasan, di sekitar diri kita. Kita pindah dari asrama mahasiswa yang padat ke apartemen, lalu ke rumah dan jika kita benar-benar makmur ke rumah mewah. Kita mengira kita mengalami kemajuan, tetapi sebenarnya kita membatasi diri kita sendiri dengan dinding. ~ Eric Weiner,
324:I remembered the taste of good Italian coffee in my London flat, brewed at the expense of time and a good deal of mess, compared to the sort that came out of machines in the office at the press of a button. I remembered walking to art school, through the windy winter, over hills and heaths: how much gladder I was to reach the rich warmth and to toast my hands on a radiator, than if I had gone by car. I remembered the nickels my father gave me as a child for being good: how much more I valued them than I would a dollar bill given all at once for no reason. Of course God as the ultimate parent could give happiness for the asking, just as my father could have given a handful of dollar bills, but at the age of five would I have known its value, or would it have looked to me just like a wad of grubby green paper? ~ Sumangali Morhall,
325:In August 2008, physicists Jere Jenkins and Ephraim Fischbach, of Purdue University, burst on the scene with an incredible claim. Decay constants are not so constant! Through detailed analysis, they found that the decay rate of radioactive manganese-54 (54Mn) fluctuates in correlation with solar flares (Jenkins and Fischbach 2008). And that was not all. It was also found that the decay rates of radioactive silicon-32 (32Si) and radioactive radium-226 (226Ra) vary over time and that the variations correlate with the changing distance between the Earth and the Sun (Jenkins et al. 2008). When the Earth is closest to the Sun (in January), the decay rate increases; when the Earth is farthest from the Sun (in July), the decay rate decreases. These are incredible, absolutely astounding results with profound ramifications. ~ Robert M Schoch,
326:When Peter comes to pick me up, I run outside and open the passenger-side door and scream when I see him. His hair is blond!
“Oh my God!” I shriek, touching his hair. “Did you bleach it?”
He grins a self-satisfied kind of grin. “It’s spray. My mom found it for me. I can use it again when we do Romeo and Juliet for Halloween.” He’s eyeing me in my getup. “I like those shoes. You look sexy.”
I can feel my cheeks warm up. “Be quiet.”
As he backs out of my driveway, he glances at me again and says, “It’s the truth, though.”
I give him a shove. “All I’m saying is, people better know who I am.”
“I’ve got you covered,” he assures me.
And he does. When we walk down the senior hallway, Peter cues up the Pixies’ “Where Is My Mind?” on his phone, loud, and people actually clap for us. Not one person asks if I’m a manga character. ~ Jenny Han,
327:Sembilan itu adalah angka yang baik untuk melambangkan betapa bernilai & berharganya sesuatu yaitu Diri Kita. Angka itu berada di atas rata-rata, tetapi masih menyisahkan ruang untuk terus mendekati Kesempurnaan. Angka 9 masih akan terus mencari perbaikan diri untuk mencapai 10. Itu yang akan membuatnya terus bergerak, melakukan hal yang lebih dari waktu ke waktu… 9 memiliki bagian atas yang yang membentuk lingkaran dan itu adalah ruang pribadi bagi setiap orang. Seperti sebuah tempat untuk menyimpan keyakinan yang tidak akan terganggu. Sementara buntut di bawahnya adalah ruang terbuka, tempat orang bisa terus mengasah dirinya untuk menerima wawasan dan pengetahuan baru, serta akhirnya membuat dirinya terus menerus termotivasi untuk bisa lebih baik lagi. Dan 9 adalah Nilai buat seseorang yang terus membawa impiannya dengan semangat Matahari… ~ Adenita,
328: They Buy With An Eye To Looks
THE FINE cloth of your love might be a fabric of Egypt,
Something Sinbad, the sailor, took away from robbers,
Something a traveler with plenty of money might pick up
And bring home and stick on the walls and say:
'There's a little thing made a hit with me
When I was in Cairo-I think I must see Cairo again some day.'
So there are cornice manufacturers, chewing gum kings,
Young Napoleons who corner eggs or corner cheese,
Phenoms looking for more worlds to corner,
And still other phenoms who lard themselves in
And make a killing in steel, copper, permanganese,
And they say to random friends in for a call:
'Have you had a look at my wife? Here she is.
Haven't I got her dolled up for fair?'
O-ee! the fine cloth of your love might be a fabric of Egypt.
~ Carl Sandburg,
329:Kamangar sometimes thought the team was in way over its head. He couldn’t believe the way Brin and Page would behave. They would go into VC meetings and refuse to answer questions. Even a basic query such as how much traffic was on the site would be stonewalled. What’s more, says Kamangar, “Larry and Sergey didn’t have the language to say things nicely. They’d be kind of blunt and say, ‘We can’t tell you.’ And the VCs would get very frustrated.” One VC actually stormed out of the room. Salar would go to Page and Brin and say, “Did we really want to do that? These are major figures in the Valley, and they seem really pissed off at us. Isn’t this bad?” But Larry and Sergey had complete confidence. They’d tell Salar that the VCs didn’t need to know the figures unless they were going to commit the money. Page was working the “hiding strategy” even before he had something to hide. ~ Steven Levy,
330:Kesamaran yang jelas terdapat berkaitan perhubungan yaqin dan zann pada tahap ilmu manusia, walaupun jika ia berdasarkan sumber Ilahi, sepatutnya dilayani dan dihargai sebagai satu keresahan positif. Di sebelah pihak iaitu, pihak yang berkeyakinan, menekankan kemungkinan keputusan-keputusan yang dibuat oleh manusia dan mengelakkan keraguan yang tekal dan buruk padahnya amatlah penting. Pada pihak yang lain pula, aspek keraguan akan keresahan itu mesti sentiasa diingati demi mencegah kefanatikan dan kesombongan yang melampau sama ada berbentuk teologis, saintifik atau sejarah, yang telah mengakibatkan banyak penderitaan manusia, di samping menggalakkan penyelidikan lanjut dalam semangat ijtihad dan shura. Sikap ini akan menggalakkan kerjasama dan akan memajukan perkembangan sains, kemanusiaan dan tamadun bukan sahaja di kalangan orang Islam, tetapi seluruh kemanusiaan. ~ Wan Mohd Nor Wan Daud,
331:I came home to find three rocks on my desk and a card with a penguin on the front. Seeing it was from Greg, I did a little happy dance as I bounced into my room, reading his inscription.

Dearest Fiona,

I’m missing you dreadfully. It’s been an age, I don’t think you’ll recognize me when next we meet. I’ve put on ten stone and lost all my hair. And an eye. I hope you fancy a fat bald man with an eye patch.

Come out with me on Friday. Finals will finally be over and it’ll be time to celebrate. I’ll pick you up at four. We’ll do a first date do-over, eat at Manganiello’s again, plus a new, improved surprise.

Also, FYI: Gentoo penguins mate for life. Whereas Adélie penguins prostitute themselves for rocks.

I’d like to be your Gentoo penguin.


P.S. Unless you’re open to a rock arrangement. If so, please find my first down payment enclosed. ~ Penny Reid,
332:Several dozen of the non-English Wikipedias have, each, one article on Pokémon, the trading-card game, manga series, and media franchise. The English Wikipedia began with one article and then a jungle grew. There is a page for “Pokémon (disambiguation),” needed, among other reasons, in case anyone is looking for the Zbtb7 oncogene, which was called Pokemon (for POK erythroid myeloid ontogenic factor), until Nintendo’s trademark lawyers threatened to sue. There are at least five major articles about the popular-culture Pokémons, and these spawn secondary and side articles, about the Pokémon regions, items, television episodes, game tactics, and all 493 creatures, heroes, protagonists, rivals, companions, and clones, from Bulbasaur to Arceus. All are carefully researched and edited for accuracy, to ensure that they are reliable and true to the Pokémon universe, which does not actually, in some senses of the word, exist. ~ James Gleick,
333:Personally, I was never more passionate about manga than when preparing for my college entrance exams. It's a period of life when young people appear to have a great deal of freedom, but are in many ways actually opressed. Just when they find themselves powerfully attracted to members of opposite sex, they have to really crack the books. To escape from this depressing situation, they often find themselves wishing they could live in a world of their own - a world they can say is truly theirs, a world unknown even to their parents. To young people, anime is something they incorporate into this private world.
I often refer to this feeling as one yearning for a lost world. It's a sense that although you may currently be living in a world of constraints, if you were free from those constraints, you would be able to do all sorts of things. And it's that feeling, I believe, that makes mid-teens so passionate about anime. ~ Hayao Miyazaki,
334:And, well, for most of my life I’d been way too far up my own ass to be of any use to anyone—something that only got worse after Kitchen Confidential. I don’t know exactly when the possibility of that changing presented itself—but sometime, I guess, after having made every mistake, having already fucked up in every way a man can fuck up, having realized that I’d had enough cocaine, that no amount in the world was going to make me any happier. That a naked, oiled supermodel was not going to make everything better in my life—nor any sports car known to man. It was sometime after that. The precise moment of realization came in my tiny fourth-floor walk-up apartment on Ninth Avenue. Above Manganaro’s Heroboy restaurant—next building over from Esposito Pork Shop. I was lying in bed with my then-girlfriend—I guess you could diplomatically call it “spooning”—and I caught myself thinking, “I could make a baby with this woman. ~ Anthony Bourdain,
335:Dar sunt zile cand nu imi raspunde. Cum e atat de tanara, atat de frematanda, atat de atragatoare, atat de insetata de iubire si de mangaieri, isi primeste amantii in corpul meu si cateodata ramane inchisa acolo (cu amantii ei) zile si nopti, zile si nopti intregi. Iar eu o simt cum face dragoste cu amantii ei in corpul meu cald si stiu ca nu prea am dreptul sa o deranjez in acele clipe... Si, in plus, trebuie sa-mi inchid ochii, nu mai am dreptul de a-mi intoarce privirea spre mine insumi, orice privire introspectiva devine o forma de voaiorism pe care o consider nedemna, astfel ca incerc sa astept plecarea amantilor ei pentru a o putea aborda din noi si a-i spune
Dar ea, care a inceput sa ma tutuiasca, pentru ca acum nu ii mai este frica de nimic, imi spune (....)
E o nebunie dar felul ei de a ma tutui ma face sa ma topesc, toata hotararea mea se evapora, cand ma tutuieste viata mea personala se opreste, ma consider chiar fericit ca nu sunt doar un corp gol. ~ Matei Vi niec,
336:Stalin’s appeasement of Hitler had continued with a large increase in deliveries to Germany of grain, fuel, cotton, metals and rubber purchased in south-east Asia, circumventing the British blockade. During the period of the Molotov–Ribbentrop Pact, the Soviet Union had provided 26,000 tons of chromium, used in metal alloys, 140,000 tons of manganese and more than two millions tons of oil to the Reich. Despite having received well over eighty clear indications of a German invasion–indeed probably more than a hundred–Stalin seemed more concerned with ‘the security problem along our north-west frontier’, which meant the Baltic states. On the night of 14 June, a week before the German invasion, 60,000 Estonians, 34,000 Latvians and 38,000 Lithuanians were forced on to cattle trucks for deportation to camps in the distant interior of the Soviet Union. Stalin remained unconvinced even when, during the last week before the invasion, German ships rapidly left Soviet ports and embassy staff were evacuated. ~ Antony Beevor,
337:Leo Rubinfein over to ask questions for his book. He asked me what I most regretted, having lived half a century here, and witnessed all the change. I said that I most regretted the loss of a kind of symbiosis between people and where they lived, a kind of agreement to respect each other. I again mention the paradigm—the builders make a hole in their wall to accommodate the limb of a tree. No more now. It is more expensive to make a hole than it is to cut down the tree, just as it is cheaper to raze than to restore. And since the environment is now so different, the people are different. This is symbiotic, too, degraded environment makes degraded people who make more degraded environment.

And with it I regret the loss of a kind of curiosity. People used to be curious about each other. Now they have their hands full with their convenient and portable environment—Walkman in the ears, manga for the eyes, and the portable phone (which now contains their lives) in the palm of their hands. Many Japanese no longer look at each other, or those they talk to—those on that select menu of known voices on their phones they cannot see. These robots, I regret. ~ Donald Richie,
338:É só na cama que a Faunia é esperta de verdade, Nathan. Uma esperteza física espontânea assume o papel principal na cama — e o coadjuvante é uma coragem transgressora. Na cama, nada escapa da atenção da Faunia. A carne dela tem olhos. A carne dela vê tudo. Na cama ela é um ser poderoso, coerente, unificado, que tem prazer em ultrapassar as barreiras. Na cama ela é um verdadeiro fenômeno. Talvez isso também seja o lado bom de ter sido molestada. Quando a gente desce pra cozinha, quando eu preparo uns ovos mexidos e depois comemos juntos, ela é uma criança. Talvez isso também seja o lado bom de ter sido molestada. Eu vejo que estou acompanhado de uma criança apatetada, confusa, incoerente. Isso não acontece em nenhum outro lugar. Mas sempre que a gente come é a mesma coisa: eu e uma criança. É tudo o que resta da criança que ela foi. Não consegue sentar direito na cadeira, não consegue juntar duas frases que façam sentido. Toda aquela atitude aparentemente adulta em relação ao sexo e à tragédia, tudo isso desaparece, e sinto vontade de dizer: 'Senta direito, tira a manga do meu roupão de dentro do seu prato, tenta escutar o que eu estou dizendo e olha pra mim, porra, quando você fala. ~ Philip Roth,
339:The yolk of an egg is incredibly nutritious. It contains 100 percent of the carotenoids; essential fatty acids; fat-soluble vitamins A, E, D, and K that our body requires; and more than 90 percent of the calcium, iron, phosphorus, zinc, thiamine, folate, B12, pantothenic acid, as well as the majority of the copper, manganese, and selenium our body requires. They are also excellent sources of lutein and zeaxanthin, which evidence has shown are highly protective against developing macular degeneration—the major cause of blindness in the elderly. Since most people don’t eat liver, egg yolks are the only major source of choline, which helps to protect against fatty liver disease, which afflicts about one-third of Americans. Additionally, animal studies indicate that when you get three times more than the recommended amount of choline early in life, you can have lifelong protection against senility and dementia, along with major boosts in memory and mental performance throughout your life. Eggs yolks are primarily feared by people because of their cholesterol content, but they are jam-packed with really important nutrients, some of which are very difficult to get anywhere else in your diet.” –Dr. Chris Masterjohn ~ Jimmy Moore,
340:Je suis ce que je suis.” – Death
“Is that a spell?” – Nick
“It’s French, Nick. Means ‘I am what I am.’ Sheez, kid. Get educated. Read a book. I promise you it’s not painful.” – Death
“I would definitely argue that. Have you seen my summer reading list? It’s nothing but girl books about them getting body parts and girl things I don’t want to discuss in class with my female English teacher. Maybe in the boys’ locker room and maybe with a coach, but not with a woman teacher in front of other girls who already won’t go out with me. Or worse, they’re about how bad all of us men reek and how we need to be taken out and shot ‘cause we’re an affront to all social and natural orders. Again – thanks, Teach. Give the girls even more reason to kick us down when we talk to one. Not like it’s not hard enough to get up the nerve to ask one out. Can you say inappropriate content? And then they tell me my manga’s bad. Riiight…Is it too much to ask that we have one book, just one, on the required reading list that says, ‘Hey, girls. Guys are fun and we’re okay. Really. We’re not all mean psycho-killing, bloodsucking animals. Most of us are pretty darn decent, and if you’ll just give us a chance, you’ll find out we’re not so bad.’” – Nick ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon,
341:Manga represents and extremely unfiltered view of the inner workings of their creator's minds. This is because manga are free of the massive editing and "committee"-style production used in other media like film, magazines and television. Even in American mainstream comics, the norm is to have a stable of artists, letterers, inkers, and scenario writers all under the control of the publisher. In Japan, a single artist might employ many assistants and act as a sort of "director," but he or she is usually at the core of the production process and retains control over the rights to the material created. That artists are not necessarily highly educated and deal frequently in plain subject matter only heightens the sense that manga offer the reader an extremely raw and personal view of the world.
Thus, of the more than 2 billion manga produced each year, the vast majority have a dreamlike quality. They speak to people's hope, and fears. They are where stressed-out modern urbanites daily work out their neuroses and their frustrations. Viewed in their totality, the phenomenal number of stories produced is like the constant chatter of the collective unconscious -- and articulation of the dream world. Reading manga is like peering into the unvarnished, unretouched reality of the Japanese mind. ~ Frederik L Schodt,
342:In the water-thickets, the path wound tortuously between umber iron-bogs, albescent quicksands of aluminum and magnesium oxides, and sumps of cuprous blue or permanganate mauve fed by slow, gelid streams and fringed by silver reeds and tall black grasses. The twisted, smooth-barked boles of the trees were yellow-ochre and burnt orange; through their tightly woven foliage filtered a gloomy, tinted light. At their roots grew great clumps of multifaceted translucent crystal like alien fungi.

Charcoal grey frogs with viridescent eyes croaked as the column floundered between the pools. Beneath the greasy surface of the water unidentifiable reptiles moved slowly and sinuously. Dragonflies whose webby wings spanned a foot or more hummed and hovered between the sedges: their long, wicked bodies glittered bold green and ultramarine; they took their prey on the wing, pouncing with an audible snap of jaws on whining, ephemeral mosquitoes and fluttering moths of april blue and chevrolet cerise.

Over everything hung the heavy, oppressive stench of rotting metal. After an hour, Cromis’ mouth was coated with a bitter deposit, and he tasted acids. He found it difficult to speak. While his horse stumbled and slithered beneath him, he gazed about in wonder, and poetry moved in his skull, swift as the jewelled mosquito-hawks over a dark slow current of ancient decay. ~ M John Harrison,
343:EFIGIA RATATULUI: Avand oroare de orice fapta, isi repeta siesi: "Miscarea, ce prostie!" Il irita nu atat evenimentele cat ideea de a lua parte la ele; si nu se zbuciuma decat spre a le ocoli. Prin cârteli, a pustiit viața înainte de a-i fi supt ceva. E un Ecleziast de răspântie, care află în universala nimicnicie o scuză pentru infrangerile lui. Hotarat a gasi ca totul e lipsit de importanta, izbuteste usor, evidentele care sa-l slujeasca fiind numeroase. Iese totdeauma victorios din batalia argumentelor, dupa cum iese totdeauna invins din actiune: are "dreptate", refuză totul si totul il refuză. A inteles prea devreme ceea ce nu trebuie sa intelegi ca sa poti trăi - si cum talentul ii era prea stiutor de propriile functii, l-a risipit de teamă să nu-l irosească în nerozia unei opere. Purtând imaginea a ceea ce ar fi putut sa fie ca pe un stigmat si un nimb, roşeşte si e mandru de minunata-i sterilitate, pe veci strain de seducțiile naive, doar el izbăvit printre iloții Timpului. El isi trage libertatea din imensitatea nedesavarsirilor sale; este un zeu infinit si jalnic, pe care nici o creatie nu-l limiteaza, nici o creatura nu-l adora si nimeni nu-l cruță. Ceilalti ii intorc dispretul pe care l-a revarsat asupra lor. Nu are a ispăşi decât faptele pe care nu le-a săvârşit, al caror numar depaseste totusi calculul nemasuratului sau orgoliu. Dar, in cele din urma, drept mangaiere, la capatul unei vieti lipsite de glorie, isi poarta inutilitatea ca pe o coroană. ~ Emil M Cioran,
344:Se declaraba «filosóficamente convencida de la futilidad de la oposición activa, y creía que la agresión y el mal solo pueden vencerse con el bien, y no vale la pena oponerse a ello». La pobreza, la enfermedad y la explotación eran un reto para la sociedad en su conjunto y el reto debería solucionarse mediante fórmulas de reconciliación, antes de que condujeran a conflictos que pudieran desgarrar la propia sociedad. Describía el Evangelio como «un símbolo expansivo de fraternidad, un vínculo de paz, un bendito lugar donde la unidad del espíritu podía reivindicar el derecho a superar todas las diferencias».[26] Sin embargo, su encuentro con Tolstói fue decepcionante. El escritor prestó poca atención a su descripción de Hull House, al tiempo que «miraba con desconfianza las mangas de mi vestido de viaje». La cantidad de tela que tenían sus mangas, dijo Tolstói, era suficiente para vestir a un montón de niñas. ¿No era eso «un muro que separaba a la gente»? Y cuando supo que tenía una granja en Illinois, ¿no se podía considerar una de aquellas «señoras rentistas»? Sugirió que Jane Addams sería más útil «poniéndose a cultivar sus tierras» que añadiendo al mundo otra ciudad superpoblada. Las acusaciones eran injustas, pero aquello afectó a Jane hasta el punto que, cuando regresó a Chicago, decidió pasar dos horas diarias en la lechería. Lo intentó, pero fracasó. No era la mejor manera de aprovechar su tiempo.[27] Esta pequeña anécdota revela por qué no podía ser una verdadera seguidora de Tolstói. ~ Lawrence Freedman,
345:Great Discourse on Blessings AT one time the Exalted One was living in Jeta Grove. A certain deity of astounding beauty approached the Exalted One and said: Many deities and humans have pondered on blessings. Tell me the blessings supreme. The Buddha replied: To associate not with the foolish, to be with the wise, to honor the worthy ones this is a blessing supreme. To reside in a suitable location, to have good past deeds done, to set oneself in the right direction this is a blessing supreme. To be well spoken, highly trained, well educated, skilled in handicraft, and highly disciplined, this is a blessing supreme. To be well caring of mother, of father, to look after spouse and children, to engage in a harmless occupation, this is a blessing supreme. Outstanding behavior, blameless action, open hands to all relatives and selfless giving, this is a blessing supreme. To cease and abstain from evil, to avoid intoxicants, to be diligent in virtuous practices, this is a blessing supreme. To be reverent and humble, content and grateful, to hear the Dharma at the right time, this is a blessing supreme. To be patient and obedient, to visit with spiritual people, to discuss the Dharma at the right time, this is a blessing supreme. To live austerely and purely, to see the noble truths, and to realize nirvana, this is the blessing supreme. A mind unshaken when touched by the worldly states, sorrowless, stainless, and secure, this is the blessing supreme. Those who have fulfilled all these are everywhere invincible; they find well-being everywhere, theirs is the blessing supreme. adapted from MANGALA SUTTA, translated by Gunaratana Mahathera ~ Jack Kornfield,
346:Voiam, insa, ca-pana atunci- sa nu tradez nimic din zbuciumul, din intunecimile si flacarile sufletului meu. [...]
Voiam sa trec printre semeni neluat in seama. Sa fiu crezut un adolescent urat si plicticos- si cu toate acestea sa am cugetul si sufletul desprinse din stanca. Sa izbucnesc dintr-o data, coplesind turma taratorilor si uluind neputinta celor care m-au cunoscut si m-au dispretuit. Sa-i biciuesc si sa le necinstesc fetele si sa ma desfat simtindu-mi trupul galgaind de viata rodnica si creatoare.
Nu mi-a placut sa am prieteni. N-am vrut sa-mi descopar sufletul adolescentilor livizi si melancolici. Mandria ca port in mine o taina pe care n-o ghiceste nimeni mi-ajungea.
Si gandul ca voi infricosa candva cetele oamenilor de carne- ma imbata. Eu stiam cine sunt. Si lucrul acesta imi umplea sufletul cu o nemarginita incredere si ma silea sa-mi incordez bratele ca pentru lupta. Cu atat mai mult cu cat nimeni nu banuia cine sunt si ce voi putea ajunge.
...Dar n-a fost asa. Mi-am cautat si eu, ca toti oamenii slabi, prieteni. Mi-am descoperit si eu sufletul cersind mangaiere si sprijin. Am tradat colturi din taina mea si am lasat sa se vada ceea ce nu trebuia sa cunosc decat eu. M-am vrut neindurat. Si n-am izbutit. Am fost schimbacios si plin de compromisuri, ca orice adolescent. Am facut si eu glume, am ras si eu mai mult decat era nevoie, mi-am risipit si eu timpul in vorba cu colegi imbecili si prieteni plictisitori, am dormit si eu opt ore ca toti ceilalti, am ratacit si eu seara, pe strazi ,murmurand confesiuni[...]
Si nu numai atat. Am nesocotit cea mai frumoasa hotarare a mea: aceea de a pastra in mine, pana la desavarsire, tot ceea ce nazuiam sa impart mai tarziu celorlalti. ~ Mircea Eliade,
347:Toti formam triunghiuri, i-am zis. O pereche e doar un triunghi incomplet, un unghi solitar, o figura trunchiata. Norman Mailer a scris ca perechea moderna e formata dintr-un barbat, o femeie si un psihiatru. Spune-mi ce crezi despre ideea mea: toti formam triunghiuri. Ne ramane doar sa descoperim care sunt. Care?
- Ei bine, tu si cu mine si cu sotia ta suntem unul. Sotul meu tu si cu mine suntem altul. Asta e prea evident. Trebuie sa fie altceva mai excitant, mai secret... M-a privit ca si cum s-ar fi stapanit, ca si cum i-ar fi placut ideea mea, dar in acelasi timp ar fi respins-o deocamdata... Si am simtit (ori asa am vrut sa-mi inchipui) ca lucrurile nu se lamurisera cu totul, ca era ceva excitant in ideea de a avea, fiecare, amantul sau, dar ca era ceva mult mai ispititor in a imparti chiar acelasi asternut cu o a treia persoana, barbat sau femeie, nu conta. Sau alternand, o femeie pentru ea si pentru mine intr-o noapte, un barbat pentru amandoi, in alta... Ne aflam in perioada romantica. Am revenit rapid la plenitudinea perechii pe care o formam fara nevoia de completari. Si ne-am intors, mai departe, dar in urma, la un sentiment adorabil pe care ea l-a exprimat.
- Ma intristeaza ideea perechilor care se pierd.
- Nu te inteleg.
- Cum nu, perechile care ar fi putut sa fie, dar nu au reusit, les couples qui se ratent, cuplurile care se rateaza, intelegi, cei care trec unul pe langa altul ca niste vapoare in noapte. Asta ma mahneste tare mult. Iti dai seama cat de des se intampla asa ceva, cu ce frecventa?
- Tot timpul, i-am spus, mangaind-o pe crestetul capului sprijinit de pieptuil meu. E foarte normal.
- Ce fericiti suntem, iubitul meu, ce norocosi...
- Desole, dar suntem destul de normali.
- Desole. ~ Carlos Fuentes,

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Không gần gũi kẻ ác
Thân cận bậc trí hiền
Cúng dường bậc tôn đức
Là phúc lành cao thượng

Ở trú xứ thích hợp
Công đức trước đã làm
Chân chánh hướng tự tâm
Là phúc lành cao thượng

Ða văn nghề nghiệp giỏi
Khéo huấn luyện học tập
Nói những lời chơn chất
Là phúc lành cao thượng

Hiếu thuận bậc sanh thành
Chăm sóc vợ và con
Sống bằng nghề lương thiện
Là phúc lành cao thượng

Bố thí hành đúng Pháp
Giúp ích hàng quyến thuộc
Hành vi không lỗi lầm
Là phúc lành cao thượng

Xả ly tâm niệm ác
Tự chế không say sưa
Tinh cần trong thiện pháp
Là phúc lành cao thượng

Biết cung kính khiêm nhường
Tri túc và tri ân
Ðúng thời nghe chánh pháp
Là phúc lành cao thượng
Nhẫn nhục tánh thuần hoá
Thường yết kiến sa môn
Tùy thời đàm luận pháp
Là phúc lành cao thượng

Thiền định sống phạm hạnh
Thấy được lý thánh đế
Chứng ngộ quả niết bàn
Là phúc lành cao thượng

Khi xúc chạm việc đời
Tâm không động không sầu
Tự tại và vô nhiễm
Là phúc lành cao thượng

Những sở hành như vậy
Không chỗ nào thối thất
Khắp nơi được an toàn
Là phúc lành cao thượng . ~ Gautama Buddha,
349:sistemáticamente, en el que las mascotas se abandonan sistemáticamente, en el que las personas se pasan por alto sistemáticamente, en el que las familias se van diezmando sistemáticamente y a un ritmo cada vez más elevado. Y no hay indicios de que la tendencia vaya a cambiar en ninguno de estos aspectos. Vivo en un país en el que cada año fallecen en accidentes de tráfico al menos 42.000 personas. En el que, según he oído, el 75% de las familias son disfuncionales. En el que el ocio es cada vez más infantil, más violento y más insustancial. Pasee por las calles de cualquier gran ciudad. Suba al metro de Nueva York. Sí, está mejor que estaba, pero sigue sin estar bien. ¿Y a esto es a lo que aspira el resto del mundo? ¿A parecerse más a nosotros? ¿A cambiar su sueño por el nuestro? Pues vaya con la Nueva Era. Pues vaya con lo de ser más humanos. Somos una vergüenza andante. Pero tranquilícese. Al menos podemos decir que no es culpa nuestra. ¡Estamos profundamente dormidos! ¡Por Dios! ¿Ha observado alguna vez el Congreso en medio de un debate sobre una cuestión importante? ¿Ha observado cómo funciona el sueño? ¿Ha observado cómo se mueven los labios de nuestros insignes representantes, con los ojos inertes, los brazos desmadejados, las mangas vacías, los zapatos llenos de paja y las bocas vacías emitiendo palabras huecas? ¿Entiende lo que pasa? ¿Por casualidad se ha visto a usted mismo mirando, moviendo la boca, con los ojos inertes, los brazos desmadejados, las mangas vacías, los zapatos llenos de paja, la boca vacía emitiendo palabras huecas? ¿Se ha sorprendido de lo que ha visto? Todas las soluciones posibles, absolutamente todas, por valiosas que puedan parecer, no significan absolutamente nada si nosotros, la gente de este mundo, seguimos igual. Si continuamos convencidos de que estamos despiertos… sin estarlo. Si continuamos actuando como si tomáramos decisiones conscientes, como si hubiéramos decidido quiénes somos. Pero ~ Michael E Gerber,
350:There are plenty of boys clustered around the wall, laughing, shoving each other playfully, yelling, competing for the attention of the girls. But somehow I know that the one who’s staring at me is the boy leaning against the post holding up the canopy, his shoulders square to it, his head ducked over the cigarette he’s holding, a tiny red point flaring in the shadow as he pulls on the filter.
I shake my head and say firmly to myself, Smoking’s disgusting.
I’m still looking, though. He’s tall and slim, I can tell that much. And his hair, dropping over his forehead, is jet-black, as if he were a hero in a manga book, drawn with pen and ink, two or three thick glossy strands separating into perfect dark curves.
I snap my head back from the lurker in the shadows to the actual boy still holding my hand, only to see that Leonardo is looking over my shoulder in the same direction.
“Luca!” he exclaims, dropping my hand to wave at someone. “Finalmente!
I am determined not to turn. Just in case it’s the same boy. I don’t want to look too interested, or too eager. Besides, he might be really ugly. Or spotty. Or have some silly chinstrap shaved onto his face--
Eccolo!” Leonardo’s saying happily, and it would be silly of me, by now, not to turn to face the person who’s strolled over and is leaning against the side of the table.
I look up at him, and my heart stops for a moment.
“Luca!” Andrea says, echoing Leonardo. “Finalmente!
“This is Luca, our friend,” Leonardo says happily as I think:
Luca. Finally.
,” Luca says, nodding at us, his long legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles. He’s wearing a dark blue shirt tucked into black jeans, and silver rings on a couple of his long fingers, the cigarette held loosely between them. His inky hair tumbles over his forehead, and I see, with a shock like a knife to the chest, that his eyes, heavily fringed with thick black lashes, are the midnight blue of sapphires or deep seawater.
I can’t speak. ~ Lauren Henderson,
351:After the assembly I’m getting my chem book out of my locker when Peter comes over and leans his back against the locker next to mine. Through his mask he says, “Hey.”
“Hey,” I say. And then he doesn’t say anything else; he just stands there. I close my locker door and spin the combination lock. “Congratulations on winning best group costume.”
“That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?”
Huh? “What else am I supposed to say?”
Just then Josh walks by with Jersey Mike, who’s dressed up as a hobbit, hairy feet and all. Walking backward, Josh points his wand at me and says, “Expelliarmus!”
Automatically I point my wand back at him and say, “Avada Kedavra!”
Josh clutches his chest like I’ve shot him. “Way harsh!” he calls out, and he disappears down the hallway.
“Uh…don’t you think it’s weird for my supposed girlfriend to wear a couples costume with another guy?” Peter asks me.
I roll my eyes. I’m still mad at him from this morning. “I’m sorry, I can’t talk to you when you look like this. How am I supposed to have a conversation with a person in head-to-toe latex?”
Peter pushes his mask up. “I’m serious! How do you think it makes me look?”
“First of all, it wasn’t planned. Second of all, nobody cares what my costume is! Who would even notice something like that?”
“People notice,” Peter huffs. “I noticed.”
“Well, I’m sorry. I’m very sorry that a coincidence like this would ever occur.”
“I really doubt it was a coincidence,” Peter mutters.
“What do you want me to do? Do you want me to pop over to the Halloween store during lunch and buy a red wig and be Mary Jane?”
Smoothly Peter says, “Could you? That’d be great.”
“No, I could not. You know why? Because I’m Asian, and people will just think I’m in a manga costume.” I hand him my wand. “Hold this.” I lean down and lift the hem of my robe so I can adjust my knee socks.
Frowning, he says, “I could have been someone from the book if you’d told me in advance.”
“Yes, well, today you’d make a really great Moaning Myrtle. ~ Jenny Han,
352:At their invitation we crowded into the spacious control cabin of the great airship, where scientific gear occupied every available cubic—perhaps hypercubic—inch. Among the fantastical glass envelopes and knottings of gold wire as unreadable to us as the ebonite control panels scrupulously polished and reflecting the Arctic sky, we were able here and there to recognize more mundane items—here Manganin resistance-boxes and Tesla coils, there Leclanché cells and solenoidal magnets, with electrical cables sheathed in commercial-grade Gutta Percha running everywhere. Inside, the overhead was much higher than expected, and the bulkheads could scarcely be made out in the muted light through three hanging Fresnel lenses, the mantle behind each glowing a different primary color, from sensitive-flames which hissed at different frequencies. Strange sounds, complex harmonies and dissonances, resonant, sibilant, and percussive at once, being monitored from someplace far Exterior to this, issued from a large brass speaking-trumpet, with brass tubing and valvework elaborate as any to be found in an American marching band running back from it and into an extensive control panel on which various metering gauges were ranked, their pointers, with exquisite Breguet-style arrowheads, trembling in their rise and fall along the arcs of italic numerals. The glow of electrical coils seeped beyond the glass cylinders which enclosed them, and anyone’s hands that came near seemed dipped in blue chalk-dust. A Poulsen’s Telegraphone, recording the data being received, moved constantly to and fro along a length of shining steel wire which periodically was removed and replaced. “Ætheric impulses,” Dr. Counterfly was explaining. “For vortex stabilization we need a membrane sensitive enough to respond to the slightest eddies. We use a human caul—a ‘veil,’ as some say.” “Isn’t a child born with a veil believed to have powers of second sight?” Dr. Vormance inquired. “Correct. And a ship with a veil aboard it will never sink—or, in our case, crash.” “Things have been done to obtain a veil,” darkly added a junior officer, Mr. Suckling, “that may not even be talked about. ~ Thomas Pynchon,
353: The Cave Painters
Holding only a handful of rushlight
they pressed deeper into the dark, at a crouch
until the great rock chamber
flowered around them and they stood
in an enormous womb of
flickering light and darklight, a place
to make a start. Raised hands cast flapping shadows
over the sleeker shapes of radiance.
They've left the world of weather and panic
behind them and gone on in, drawing the dark
in their wake, pushing as one pulse
to the core of stone. The pigments mixed in big shells
are crushed ore, petals and pollens, berries
and the binding juices oozed
out of chosen barks. The beasts
begin to take shape from hands and feather-tufts
(soaked in ochre, manganese, madder, mallow white)
stroking the live rock, letting slopes and contours
mould those forms from chance, coaxing
rigid dips and folds and bulges
to lend themselves to necks, bellies, swelling haunches,
a forehead or a twist of horn, tails and manes
curling to a crazy gallop.
Intent and human, they attach
the mineral, vegetable, animal
realms to themselves, inscribing
the one unbroken line
everything depends on, from that
impenetrable centre
to the outer intangibles of light and air, even
the speed of the horse, the bison's fear, the arc
of gentleness that this big-bellied cow
arches over its spindling calf, or the lancing
dance of death that
bristles out of the buck's
struck flank. On this one line they leave
a beak-headed human figure of sticks
and one small, chalky, human hand.
We'll never know if they worked in silence
like people praying—the way our monks
illuminated their own dark ages
in cross-hatched rocky cloisters,
where they contrived a binding
labyrinth of lit affinities
to spell out in nature's lace and fable
their mindful, blinding sixth sense
of a god of shadows—or whether (like birds
tracing their great bloodlines over the globe)
they kept a constant gossip up
of praise, encouragement, complaint.
It doesn't matter: we know
they went with guttering rushlight
into the dark; came to terms
with the given world; must have had
—as their hands moved steadily
by spiderlight—one desire
we'd recognise: they would—before going on
beyond this border zone, this nowhere
that is now here—leave something
upright and bright behind them in the dark.
~ Eamon Grennan,
354:La calle del Faubourg Saint-Antoine era muy larga. Comenzaba en lo que antes había sido un faubourg, un barrio de las afueras, situado al este de la ciudad antigua. Mucho antes de la Revolución, ya era una zona de artesanos, donde se encontraban la mayoría de los carpinteros y ebanistas. Pese a las ideas republicanas, y a veces radicales, que en general defendían, muchos de aquellos hábiles artesanos y pequeños comerciantes eran, como Petit, muy conservadores en lo que concernía al núcleo familiar. No obstante, más de un monarca había podido comprobar en el pasado que, cuando se echaban a la calle, eran implacables. Petit emprendió la caminata con paso febril. La nieve se había fundido y las calles estaban secas. Al cabo de poco, llegó al lugar donde antes se alzaba la fortaleza de la Bastilla y que entonces no era más que un gran espacio vacío sobre el que flotaba un cielo gris de negros presagios. Allí comenzaba la ciudad antigua. A partir de ese punto, la calle ya no se denominaba faubourg, sino simplemente calle Saint-Antoine. Al cabo de un centenar de metros, volvía a cambiar de nombre, adoptando el de Rivoli. Con aquel prestigioso nombre, conducía a la antigua plaza del mercado de la Grève, contigua al río, donde habían reconstruido el ayuntamiento, el Hôtel de Ville, al que le habían conferido un aspecto de enorme y ornamentado castillo. Después pasó por el antiguo Châtelet, donde en la Edad Media administraba justicia el preboste. Aunque había aminorado el paso, Petit todavía caminaba deprisa y, pese al frío, sudaba un poco. Finalmente, se cepilló con gesto inconsciente las mangas del abrigo cuando entró en la zona más regia de la calle de Rivoli, con la larga serie de arcadas que se sucedían frente al solemne palacio del Louvre y los jardines de las Tullerías, hasta que llegó al vasto espacio despejado de la plaza de la Concordia. Llevaba caminando más de una hora. Su ira se había transformado en una sombría y amarga rabia impregnada de desesperación. Torció hacia el bonito templo clásico de la Madeleine. Justo al oeste de la Madeleine, empezaba otro de los grandes bulevares residenciales proyectados por el barón Haussmann. El bulevar de Malesherbes partía de allí en diagonal para acabar en una de las puertas noroccidentales de la ciudad, más allá del final del parque Monceau. El serio carácter del bulevar adquiría un aire más moderno en los sectores próximos a la Madeleine, precisamente en la zona donde se encontraba, en un gran edificio de la Belle Époque, el piso de Jules Blanchard. ~ Edward Rutherfurd,
355:Cuando regresó, el hijo del posadero le entregó las ropas del guerrero, limpias y dobladas. Mikhon Tiq las subió al sobrado y las colocó en orden junto a sus armas. Eran ropas de estilo Ainari, aunque mezclado con algunos detalles bárbaros del Norte. Las botas, que el propio rapaz había encerado, estaban arrugadas en los tobillos, casi cuarteadas; botas de espadachín acostumbrado a doblar las piernas y girar los pies en la danza del combate. Las mangas de la casaca eran amplias. Sin duda su dueño las utilizaba para guardar en ellas las manos y ocultar así las emociones, según la costumbre de Áinar. Pero tenían corchetes de latón para que, llegado el momento de la pelea, pudieran ceñirse a las muñecas y no estorbar los movimientos. El talabarte, ya descolorido, tenía una pequeña vaina a la derecha para el colmillo de diente de sable que sólo los Tahedoranes podían llevar. A la izquierda había dos trabillas de piel con sendas hebillas para colgar la funda de la espada. Éste era otro detalle que lo delataba. Los guerreros normales llevan una sola hebilla, de forma que la espada cuelgue junto al muslo. Los maestros de la espada, sean Ibtahanes o Tahedoranes, necesitan dos para que la espada se mantenga horizontal; de esta manera pueden sujetar la vaina con la mano izquierda y extraer el arma a una velocidad fulgurante, en el movimiento letal conocido como Yagartéi que es en sí mismo un arte marcial. Pero lo que más llamaba la atención de Mikhon Tiq era la propia espada. Hacía años que no veía una auténtica arma de Tahedorán. La funda era de cuero repujado, reforzada con guarnición y punta de metal, y con dos pequeños bolsillos a ambos lados. Uno de ellos contenía una navaja con un pequeño gavilán en forma de gancho; de este modo servía de arma y a la vez de herramienta para desmontar la empuñadura de su hermana mayor. En la otra abertura había papel de esmeril para sacar filo a la hoja; aunque un Tahedorán sólo haría esto en una emergencia, pues los aceros dignos de tal nombre deben ser bruñidos y afilados por maestros pulidores. En torno a la empuñadura de la espada corría una fina tira de piel, enrollada y apretada con fuerza para evitar que la mano resbalara al aferrarla. Mikhon Tiq miró de reojo a Linar. Tenía el ojo cerrado; o dormía o estaba encerrado en su mundo interior. En cuanto al guerrero, su respiración bajo la manta era profunda y pausada. Mikhon Tiq sintió la tentación de desenvainar la espada para examinar la hoja. Pero aquello habría sido una afrenta, como desnudar a una doncella dormida, así que apartó las manos del arma y procuró pensar en otras cosas. ~ Javier Negrete,
356:(Página 45)
"A enfermaria zumbe da maneira como ouvi uma fábrica de tecido zumbir uma vez, quando o time de futebol jogou com a escola secundária na Califórnia. Depois de uma boa temporada, s promotores da cidade estavam tão orgulhosos e exaltados que pagavam para que fôssemos de avião até a Califórnia para disputar um campeonato de escolas secundárias com o time de lá. Quando chegamos à cidade tivemos de visitar um indústria local qualquer. Nosso treinador era um daqueles dados a convencer as pessoas de que o atletismo era educativo por causa do aprendizado proporcionado pelas viagens, e em todas as viagens que fazíamos ele carregava com o time para visitar fábricas de laticínios, fazendas de plantação de beterraba e fábricas de conservas, antes do jogo . Na Califórnia foi uma fábrica de tecido. Quando entramos na fábrica, a maior parte do time deu uma olhada rápida e saiu para ir sentar-se no ônibus e jogar pôquer em cima das malas, mas eu fiquei lá dentro numa canto, fora do caminho das moças negras que corriam de um lado para o outro entre as fileiras de máquinas.
A fábrica me colocou numa espécie de sonho, todos aqueles zumbidos e estalos a chocalhar de gente e de máquinas sacudindo-se em espasmos regulares. Foi por isso que eu fiquei quando todos os outros se foram, por isso e porque aquilo me lembrou de alguma forma os homens da tribo que haviam deixado a aldeia nos últimos dias para ir trabalhar na trituradora de pedras para a represa. O padrão frenético, os rostos hipnotizados pela rotina... eu queria ir com o time, mas não pude.
Era de manhã, no princípio do inverno, e eu ainda usava a jaqueta que nos deram quando ganhamos o campeonato - uma jaqueta vermelha e verde com mangas de couro e um emblema com o formato de uma bola de futebol bordado nas costas, dizendo o que havíamos vencido - e ela estava fazendo com que uma porção de moças negras olhassem. Eu a tirei , mas elas continuaram olhando. Eu era muito maior naquela época. "

(Página 46)

"Uma das moças afastou-se de sua máquina e olhou para um lado e para o outro das passagens entre as máquinas, para ver se o capataz estava por perto, depois veio até onde eu estava. Perguntou se íamos jogar na escola secundária naquela noite e me disse que tinha um irmão que jogava como zagueiro para eles. Falamos um pouco a respeito do futebol e coisas assim, e reparei como o rosto dela parecia indistinto, como se houvesse uma névoa entre nós dois. Era a lanugem de algodão pairando no ar.
Falei-lhe a respeito da lanugem. Ela revirou os olhos e cobriu a boca com a mão, para rir, quando eu lhe disse como era parecido com o olhar o seu rosto numa manhã enevoada de caça ao pato. E ela disse : " Agora me diga para que é que você quereria nesse bendito mundo estar sozinho comigo lá fora, numa tocaia de pato ?" Disse-lhe que ela poderia tomar de conta da minha arma, e as moças começaram a rir com a boca escondida atrás das mãos na fábrica inteira. Eu também ri um pouco, vendo como havia parecido inteligente. Anda estávamos conversando e rindo quando ela agarrou meus pulsos e os apertou com as mãos. Os traços do seu rosto de repente se acentuaram num foco radioso; vi que ela estava aterrorizada por alguma coisa.
- Leve-me - disse ela num murmúrio - Leve-me mesmo garotão. Para fora desta fábrica aqui, para fora desta cidade, para fora desta vida. Me leva para uma tocaia de pato qualquer, num lugar qualquer . Num outro lugar qualquer. Hem garotão, hem ? ~ Ken Kesey,
357: Yes , The Dead Speak To Us
Yes, the Dead speak to us.
This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness.
Back of the clamps on a fireproof door they hold the papers of the Dead in a
house here
And when two living men fall out, when one says the Dead spoke a Yes, and the
other says the Dead spoke a No, they go then together to this house.
They loosen the clamps and haul at the hasps and try their keys and curse at the
locks and the combination numbers.
For the teeth of the rats are barred and the tongues of the moths are outlawed
and the sun and the air of wind is not wanted.
They open a box where a sheet of paper shivers, in a dusty corner shivers with
the dry inkdrops of the Dead, the signed names.
Here the ink testifies, here we find the say-so, here we learn the layout, now we
know where the cities and farms belong.
Dead white men and dead red men tested each other with shot and knives: they
twisted each others' necks: land was yours if you took and kept it.
How are the heads the rain seeps in, the rain-washed knuckles in sod and
Where the sheets of paper shiver,
Back of the hasps and handles,
Back of the fireproof clamps,
They read what the fingers scribbled, who the land belongs to now—it is herein
provided, it is hereby stipulated—the land and all appurtenances thereto and all
deposits of oil and gold and coal and silver, and all pockets and repositories of
gravel and diamonds, dung and permanganese, and all clover and bumblebees,
all bluegrass, johnny-jump-ups, grassroots, springs of running water or rivers or
lakes or high spreading trees or hazel bushes or sumach or thorn-apple branches
or high in the air the bird nest with spotted blue eggs shaken in the roaming
wind of the treetops—
So it is scrawled here,
"I direct and devise
So and so and such and such,"
And this is the last word.
There is nothing more to it.
In a shanty out in the Wilderness, ghosts of to-morrow sit, waiting to come and
go, to do their job.
They will go into the house of the Dead and take the shivering sheets of paper
and make a bonfire and dance a deadman's dance over the hissing crisp.
In a slang their own the dancers out of the Wilderness will write a paper for the
living to read and sign:
The dead need peace, the dead need sleep, let the dead have peace and sleep,
let the papers of the Dead who fix the lives of the Living, let them be a hissing
crisp and ashes, let the young men and the young women forever understand we
are through and no longer take the say-so of the Dead;
Let the dead have honor from us with our thoughts of them and our thoughts of
land and all appurtenances thereto and all deposits of oil and gold and coal and
silver, and all pockets and repositories of gravel and diamonds, dung and
permanganese, and all clover and bumblebees, all bluegrass, johnny-jump-ups,
grassroots, springs of running water or rivers or lakes or high spreading trees or
hazel bushes or sumach or thornapple branches or high in the air the bird nest
with spotted blue eggs shaken in the roaming wind of the treetops.
And so, it is a shack of ghosts, a lean-to they have in the Wilderness, and they
are waiting and they have learned strange songs how easy it is to wait and how
anything comes to those who wait long enough and how most of all it is easy to
wait for death, and waiting, dream of new cities.
~ Carl Sandburg,
358:Romanul adolescentului miop

1.‘’ Mi-am cautat si eu, ca toti oamenii slabi, prieteni. Mi-am descoperit si eu sufletul cersind mangaiere si sprijin. Am tradat colturi din taina mea si am lasat sa se vada ceea ce nu trebuia sa cunosc decat eu. M-am vrut neindurat. Si n-am izbutit. Am fost schimbacios si plin de compromisuri, ca orice adolescent. (…) Si eu, ca si toti ceilalti. Si eu, ca si turma.’’
2.‘’Tot ceea ce ne inconjoara nu e decat materialul inform pe care noi il culegem, il cernem si il valorificam. Nu suntem nici pedanti si nici nu afectam un intelectualism exagerat . Dar locurile si oamenii sunt prea ispititori. Creierul, obisnuit sa se intrebe, ne daruieste mecanic raspunsuri, care se cer justificate.’’
3.‘’O data cu prietenii, se rup si fasii din sufletul meu. Iar eu le simt cum se duc, una cate una, si sufletul mi-e tot mai pustiu, si mai stearpa iubirea catre oameni… Si atatea chipuri pe care nu le voi mai vedea, atatea obiceiuri pe care le voi uita, ca sa-mi insusesc altele…(…) Sunt ispitit sa ma intristez. Atatia ani si atatea indurari, alaturi de atatea nadejdi… . Nu stiu ce va fi cu mine dincolo. Voi mai intalni prieteni? Va trebui sa ma schimb iarasi, din adancuri, si sa ma privesc in oglinda fara sa ma recunosc? Nu stiu nimic, si inima mi se strange de teama. Mi-e teama sa nu renunt la mine. Mi-e teama de mine, de viata. Si patimesc, totusi, asteptand s-o cunosc, sa arunc zdrentele lumii acesteia de care eu de mult m-am despartit si de care ma tarau lanturi meschine.(…)Si apoi ma intreb, trist, daca eu stiu pentru ce vietuiesc. Nu stiu. …Ce-mi lipseste? Ce-mi lipseste?...Recitesc caietele de amintiri. Cat de departe mi se par vremurile…Si prietenii mei, ‘’personagiile’’, atat de schimbate. Si eu strain. Ma prefaceam prea vessel si ma ascundeam chiar fata de mine. Dar parca stiu eu de scriu acum adevarul?’’
4.‘’-Crestinul e optimist si senin.
-Cu cat te vei apropia de solutia crestina, cu atat vei fi mai senin…Dar d-ta nu esti decat un simplu pagan torturat de neputinta convertirii. Mi-e mila de suferinta d-tale. Raspandesti atata paganism exasperat de propriile lui elanuri, incat sunt ispitit acum, daca m-ai intreba: ‘’Crezi in har?’’…sa raspund :’’Nu! Iti marturisesc, ma indoiesc de har nu pentru ca am discutat cu d-ta, ci pentru ca am stat in tovarasia d-tale. Esti demoniac.’’
5.‘’Au fost nopti cand tulburarea ma umilea pana la plans. Criza crestea, crestea in singuratate. Ma simteam parasit de toti, uitat, agonizand intr-un pustiu. Sufletul imi era coplesit de marasm, de disperare muta, de slabiciuni.’’
6.‘’Degetele raschirate in par au smuls. Am reinceput sa plang de furie. Ma revedeam in adolescenta, chinuit de aceeasi lupta cu toamna, cu nostalgia, cu slabiciunile. N-am facut un pas mai inainte , daca sunt melancolic. Imi strigam: ‘’Ajunge! Ajunge! Am sa innebunesc!’’. Plangeam. ‘’Plansul e stupid si enervant. Nu ma duce la o solutie’’. Imi opream lacrimile, imi racoream ochii. ‘’N-am facut nicio fapta eroica, daca nu mai plang’’. Imi odihneam privirile in toamna. Ma linisteam. Eram trist, trist, disperat. ‘’Totul trece, totul trece…’’…’’
7.‘’Hotararile mele ma coplesesc de tristeti disperate, fara sfarsit. Imi spun mereu: totul trece…Dar incurajarea mi se pare neghioaba. M-am intrebat cum am putut-o folosi atat timp, fara sa-i observ desertaciunea. Dar daca ea pare desarta numai pentru ca ispita e mai puternica decat mine? ‘’
8.‘’Dar de ce am scris eu asta-noapte despre ispite? Am uitat hotararea: dragostea nu trebuie alungata, ci stapanita. Eu nu pot s-o stapanesc, de aceea ma umileste. Dragostea e vinovata. Ea ma mangaie, ca o gheara straina. Mi-e draga, mi-e draga…Stiu eu ce am ? Nu inteleg de ce mi-a fost teama. N-am cautat eu dragostea? N-am voit eu s-o cunosc si s-o robesc? Aceasta e dragostea. Stiu ca aceasta e dragostea. Acum, trebuie s-o adancesc si s-o stapanesc. ~ Mircea Eliade,
359:A mesma ignorância predominou em relação a muitas criaturas maiores, inclusive um dos mais importantes e menos compreendidos de todos os animais que por vezes se encontram nas casas modernas: o morcego. Quase ninguém gosta dos morcegos, o que é lamentável, porque eles fazem muito mais bem do que mal. Comem grandes quantidades de insetos, beneficiando as plantações e o ser humano. O morcego marrom, a espécie mais comum nos Estados Unidos, consome até seiscentos mosquitos por hora. O pequenino pipistrelo — que não pesa mais que uma pequena moeda — ingere até 3 mil insetos em suas incursões noturnas. Sem os morcegos, haveria muito mais mosquitos na Escócia, larvas no solo na América do Norte e febres nos trópicos. As árvores das florestas seriam mastigadas até serem destruídas. As plantações precisariam de mais agrotóxicos. O mundo natural se tornaria um lugar estressado até a exaustão. Os morcegos também são vitais para o ciclo de vida de muitas plantas silvestres, colaborando na polinização e na dispersão de sementes. Um minúsculo morcego da América do Sul, o Carollia perspicillata, chega a comer 60 mil sementinhas a cada noite. A propagação das sementes feita por uma única colônia — cerca de quatrocentos desses morceguinhos — pode produzir, anualmente, 9 milhões de mudas de árvores frutíferas. Sem os morcegos, essas novas árvores frutíferas não existiriam. Eles também são essenciais para a sobrevivência, na natureza, de madeira balsa, abacates, bananas, frutas-pão, cajus, cravo, tâmaras, figos, goiabas, mangas, pêssegos, cactos saguaro, entre outros.

Há muito mais morcegos no mundo do que a maioria das pessoas imagina. Na verdade, eles constituem aproximadamente um quarto de todas as espécies de mamíferos — cerca de 1100. Variam em tamanho desde o morcego-abelha, que realmente não é maior que uma abelha e, portanto, é o menor de todos os mamíferos, até as magníficas raposas-voadoras da Austrália e do sul da Ásia, que podem alcançar quase dois metros de envergadura.

No passado já foram feitas tentativas de aproveitar as qualidades especiais dos morcegos. Na Segunda Guerra Mundial, o Exército americano investiu muito tempo e dinheiro em um plano extraordinário para acoplar minúsculas bombas incendiárias a morcegos e lançar de aviões um grande número deles — até 1 milhão de cada vez — sobre o Japão. A ideia era que os morcegos se empoleirariam nos beirais e telhados e suas pequeninas bombas-relógio iriam deflagrar, fazendo com que pegassem fogo e causassem, assim, centenas de milhares de incêndios.

Elaborar bombas e timers tão pequenos exigia muita experiência e engenho; mas, finalmente, na primavera de 1943, o trabalho estava adiantado e foi marcada uma experiência em Muroc Lake, na Califórnia. No entanto, as coisas não correram bem como o planejado, para dizer o mínimo. Os morcegos estavam bem armados com suas bombas em miniatura, mas ficou claro que essa não era uma boa ideia. Eles não pousaram em nenhum dos alvos designados, mas destruíram todos os hangares e a maioria dos depósitos no aeroporto de Muroc Lake, bem como o carro de um general do Exército. O relatório do general sobre os acontecimentos do dia deve ter sido uma leitura muito interessante. Seja como for, o programa foi cancelado logo em seguida.

Um plano menos maluco, mas não mais bem-sucedido, para utilizar os morcegos foi concebido pelo dr. Charles A. R. Campbell, da Escola de Medicina da Universidade de Tulane. A ideia de Campbell era construir gigantescas “torres de morcegos”, onde estes poderiam se empoleirar, procriar e sair para comer mosquitos. Isso, segundo Campbell, reduziria substancialmente a malária, e também forneceria guano em quantidades comercialmente viáveis. Várias torres foram construídas, e algumas ainda estão de pé, mesmo que precariamente, mas nunca cumpriram sua função. Ao que parece, os morcegos não gostam de receber ordens sobre onde devem morar. ~ Bill Bryson,

--- IN CHAPTERS (in Dictionaries, in Quotes, in Chapters)


   1 Buddhism

   2 Sri Aurobindo

   3 Letters On Yoga II

1.06_-_Iconography, #Tara - The Feminine Divine, #Bokar Rinpoche, #Buddhism

1.2.01_-_The_Call_and_the_Capacity, #Letters On Yoga II, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  It is true however that "the spirit bloweth where it listeth", and that one can get some initial impulse or touch of mental realisation of spiritual things from almost any circumstance, as
  Bilwamangal got it from the words of his courtesan mistress.

1.2.02_-_Qualities_Needed_for_Sadhana, #Letters On Yoga II, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Europe St. Augustine, in India Chaitanya's Jagai and Madhai,
  Bilwamangal and many others. The house of the Divine is not closed to any who knock sincerely at its gates, whatever their past stumbles and errors. Human virtues and human errors are bright and dark wrappings of a divine element within which once it pierces the veil, can burn through both towards the heights of the Spirit.

1.4.01_-_The_Divine_Grace_and_Guidance, #Letters On Yoga II, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  The Divine Grace came to aid the persecutor (Saul of Tarsus), it came to St. Augustine the profligate, to Jagai and Madhai of infamous fame, to Bilwamangal and many others whose conversion might well scandalise the puritanism of the human moral intelligence; but it can come to the righteous also - curing them of their self-righteousness and leading to a purer consciousness beyond these things. It is a power that is superior to any rule, even to the Cosmic Law - for all spiritual seers have distinguished between the Law and Grace. Yet it is not indiscriminate
  - only it has a discrimination of its own which sees things and persons and the right times and seasons with another vision than that of the Mind or any other normal Power. A state of Grace is prepared in the individual often behind thick veils by means not calculable by the mind and when the state of Grace comes then the Grace itself acts. There are these three powers: (1) the

2.01_-_The_Yoga_and_Its_Objects, #Essays In Philosophy And Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  {vABd^ EvjAnt,. t/ ko moh, k, fok ek(vmn,p[yt,;
  "When all created things become one with a man's self by his getting the knowledge (vijnana), thereafter what bewilderment can he have or what grief, when in all things he sees their oneness?" The whole world then appears to us in a changed aspect, as an ocean of beauty, good, light, bliss, exultant movement on a basis of eternal strength and peace. We see all things as subha, siva, mangala, anandamaya. We become one in soul with all beings, sarvabhutatma-bhutatma, and, having steadfastly this experience, are able by contact, by oneness, by the reaching out of love, to communicate it to others, so that we become a centre

2.40_-_2.49_-_THE_MASTER_AT_THE_HOUSES_OF_BALARM_AND_GIRISH, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  Story of Vilwamangal
  "When the mind is united with God, one sees Him very near, in one's own heart. But you must remember one thing. The more you realize this unity, the farther your mind is withdrawn from worldly things. There is the story of Vilwamangal in the Bhaktamala. He used to visit a prostitute. One night he was very late in going to her house. He had been detained at home by the sraddha ceremony of his father and mother. In his hands he was carrying the food offered in the ceremony, to feed his mistress. His whole soul was so set upon the woman that he was not at all conscious of his movements. He didn't even know how he was walking. There was a yogi seated on the path, meditating on God with eyes closed. Vilwamangal stepped on him. The yogi became angry, and cried out: 'What? Are you blind? I have been thinking of God, and you step on my body!' 'I beg your pardon,' said Vilwamangal, 'but may I ask you something? I have been unconscious, thinking of a prostitute, and you are conscious of the outer world though thinking of God. What kind of meditation is that?' In the end Vilwamangal renounced the world and went away in order to worship God. He said to the prostitute: 'You are my guru. You have taught me how one should yearn for God.' He addressed the prostitute as his mother and gave her up."

4.13_-_The_Action_of_Equality, #The Synthesis Of Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  The perfected action of equality transforms all the values of things on the basis of the divine anandamaya power. The outward action may remain what it was or may change, that must be as the Spirit directs and according to the need of the work to be done for the world, -- but the whole inner action is of another kind. The shakti in its different powers of knowledge, action, enjoyment, creation, formulation, will direct itself to the different aims of existence, but in another spirit; they will be the aims, the fruits, the lines of working laid down by the Divine from his light above, not anything claimed by the ego for its own separate sake. The mind, the heart, the vital being, the body itself will be satisfied with whatever comes to them from the dispensation of the Master of the being and in that find a subtlest and yet fullest spiritualised satisfaction and delight; but the divine knowledge and will above will work forward towards its farther ends. Here both success and failure lose their present meanings. There can be no failure; for whatever happens is the intention of the Master of the worlds, not final, but a step on his way, and if it appears as an opposition, a defeat, a denial, even for the moment a total denial of the aim set before the instrumental being, it is so only in appearance and afterwards it will appear in its right place in the economy of his action, -- a fuller supramental vision may even see at once or beforehand its necessity and its true relation to the eventual result to which it seems so contrary and even perhaps its definite prohibition. Or, if -- while the light is deficient, -- there has been a misinterpretation whether with regard to the aim or the course of the action and the steps of the result, the failure comes as a rectification and is calmly accepted without bringing discouragement or a fluctuation of the will. In the end it is found that there is no such thing as failure and the soul takes an equal passive or active delight in all happenings as the steps and formulations of the divine Will. The same evolution takes place with regard to good fortune and ill fortune, the pleasant and the unpleasant in every form, mangala amangala, priya apriya.

Evening_Talks_With_Sri_Aurobindo, #Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Most saints have been sinners in the earlier period of their lives like Bilwamangal.

the_Eternal_Wisdom, #unset, #Swami Vivekananda, #Hinduism
  7) To avoid the company of fools, to take pleasure in being among the intelligent, to venerate those who are worthy of veneration, is a great blessedness. ~ Mahamangala Sutta
  17) A mind which remains calm in the midst of the vicissitudes of life, delivered from preoccupations, liberated from passion, dwelling in serenity-that is a great blessing. ~ Mahamangala Sutta

The_Golden_Bough, #unset, #Swami Vivekananda, #Hinduism
  In mangaia, a Polynesian island, religious and civil authority were
  lodged in separate hands, spiritual functions being discharged by a
  mid-day, because they fancy that by doing so a man may lose the
  shadow of his soul. The mangaians tell of a mighty warrior,
  Tukaitawa, whose strength waxed and waned with the length of his
  explains the curious duties discharged by a class of men called
  _ramanga_ or "blue blood" among the Betsileo of Madagascar. It is
  their business to eat all the nail-parings and to lick up all the
  parings are collected to the last scrap and swallowed by these
  _ramanga._ If the parings are too large, they are minced small and
  so gulped down. Again, should a nobleman wound himself, say in
  cutting his nails or treading on something, the _ramanga_ lick up
  the blood as fast as possible. Nobles of high rank hardly go
  blood are carefully collected to be afterwards swallowed by the
  _ramanga._ There is scarcely a nobleman of any pretensions who does
  not strictly observe this custom, the intention of which probably is

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