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1:Harry et Ron furent enchantés d’entendre Hagrid qualifier Rusard de « vieille ganache ». ~ J K Rowling,

2:Women are fucking crazy. No qualifier: Not some women, not many women. Women are crazy. ~ Gillian Flynn,

3:Cruelty didn’t have a gender qualifier behind it—it was an ever unraveling human condition, cast out by pride, power, and indifference—and ~ Bella Forrest,

4:Faith is the great equalizer; Faith is the great qualifier. Faith opens doors and creates opportunities for accessing the power of God against all odds. ~ Rob Reimer,

5:Ah, ah, no buts. You’ve just returned to us and it is too soon to express whatever doubts you undoubtedly have with that most cowardly of words, that qualifier of qualifiers, but. ~ Frank Beddor,

6:Bob Marley says it too but he says every little thing gonna be all right and that strikes me as an appropriate qualifier even if all he was doing was getting enough syllables to match the music. ~ Miriam Toews,

7:Inshallah" he said.

"Inshallah," I echoed, though the "God willing" qualifier didn't sound as sincere coming from my lips. That was the thing with Hassan. He was so goddamn pure, you always felt like a phony around him. ~ Khaled Hosseini,

8:Don't hedge your prose with little timidities. Good writing is lean and confident. . . . Every little qualifier whittles away some fraction of the reader's trust. Readers want a writer who believes in himself and in what he is saying. Don't diminish that belief. Don't be kind of bold. Be bold. ~ William Zinsser,

9:If you're a woman musician, that is your qualifier. I've had people come up to me and say, "You're good for a girl." My only issue is, when that stereotype and stigma already exists, sometimes it's perpetuated by people who may not really play guitar. You somehow need to transcend that division of gender. ~ Thao Nguyen,

10:As work continued, an important qualifier emerged. Low serotonin didn’t predict premeditated, instrumental violence. It predicted impulsive aggression, as well as cognitive impulsivity (e.g., steep temporal discounting or trouble inhibiting a habitual response). Other studies linked low serotonin to impulsive suicide (independent of severity of the associated psychiatric illness).107 ~ Robert M Sapolsky,

11:What shamed him was not that he was, as his doctor said, morbidly obese (what a qualifier, “morbidly,” as if at a certain point, being overweight were morally similar to necrophilia). What he hated, what made him feel squirmy and ill inside, was his own inability to change his habits. He genuinely could not say the things he needed to say, could not order the salad when he smelled french fries. ~ Joe Hill,

12:If you ask people where they go when they really need to get work done, very few will respond “the office.” If they do say the office, they’ll include a qualifier such as “super early in the morning before anyone gets in” or “I stay late at night after everyone’s left” or “I sneak in on the weekend.” What they’re trying to tell you is that they can’t get work done at work. The office during the day has become the last place people want to be when they really want to get work done. ~ Anonymous,

13:Fiqh is man-made!"

By that reasoning and applying your standards, so are logic, math, natural sciences, and virtually every single body of knowledge and its fruits. If being man made is sufficient reason to reject fiqh, it's more than sufficient reason to reject those, too. And before arguing that science is special, know that the epistemology and philosophy of science are also man-made.

UPDATE. Pay particular attention to where it says the "body of knowledge." And if you want to eliminate that qualifier, read up a bit on antirealism. ~ Musa Furber,

14:How far we claim to have come - accepting all men as created equal. Gender being the requisite qualifier, as women are not reviewed in the same fashion - their fashion hopefully better suited to the bedroom than the boardroom. And, you know, homosexuals not really being 'men,' cannot be judged equivalent to their stiffer-wristed brethren. On religion, well, some Christians are willing to make room for a Jew or two in their inner circles. But Mecca-facing prayer must be met with flaming crosses. Close your eyes to the details, the big picture can still be viewed through rose-colored glass. But go any distance beyond the rhetoric, truth becomes a shadowed lens. ~ Ellen Hopkins,

15:le symbolisme, il faut y insister, est une science réelle et rigoureuse, et rien n’est plus aberrant que de croire que son apparente naïveté provient d’une mentalité fruste et « prélogique ». Cette science, que nous pouvons qualifier de « sacrée », ne saurait s’adapter à la méthode expérimentale des modernes ; le domaine de la révélation, du symbolisme, de l’intellection pure, transcende de toute évidence les plans physique et psychique et il se situe par conséquent au-delà du domaine des méthodes dites scientifiques. Si nous pensons ne pas pouvoir accepter le langage du symbolisme traditionnel parce qu’il nous apparaît comme fantastique et arbitraire, cela montre que nous n’avons pas encore compris ce langage, et certes non que nous l’avons dépassé. ~ Frithjof Schuon,

16:Contrairement à ce que pensent les modernes, n’importe quel travail, accompli indistinctement par n’importe qui, et uniquement pour le plaisir d’agir ou par nécessité de « gagner sa vie », ne mérite aucunement d’être exalté, et il ne peut même être regardé que comme une chose anormale, opposée à l’ordre qui devrait régir les institutions humaines, à tel point que, dans les conditions de notre époque, il en arrive trop souvent à prendre un caractère qu’on pourrait, sans nulle exagération, qualifier d’« infra-humain ». Ce que nos contemporains paraissent ignorer complètement, c’est qu’un travail n’est réellement valable que s’il est conforme à la nature même de l’être qui l’accomplit, s’il en résulte d’une façon en quelque sorte spontanée et nécessaire, si bien qu’il n’est pour cette nature que le moyen de se réaliser aussi parfaitement qu’il est possible. ~ Ren Gu non,

17:We all drank to the newlyweds and talked for a few minutes about Playa del Carmen, which apparently was known for its beaches and fine fishing, and was far less touristy than Cancún.
“Have you been to Mexico, Ella?” Liberty asked.
“Not yet. I’ve wanted to go for a while.”
“We should go one of these weekends, all four of us, and take the kids,” Liberty told Gage. “It’s supposed to be a good place for families.”
“Sure, we’ll take one of the planes,” Gage said easily. “Do you have a passport, Ella?”
“No, not yet.” My eyes had widened. “The Travises have a plane?”
“Two jets,” Jack said. A smile touched his lips as he saw my expression. He picked up my free hand and played with it lightly. I supposed that by then I should have been used to the little shock that occurred whenever I was reminded of the financial stratosphere the Travises occupied.
“Gage,” Jack said to his brother, still staring at me, “I think the mention of the planes is scaring Ella. Tell her I’m a regular guy, will you?”
“He’s the most regular guy in the Travis family,” Liberty told me, her green eyes twinkling. I couldn’t help laughing at the qualifier. ~ Lisa Kleypas,

18:La civilisation occidentale s'est entièrement tournée, depuis deux ou trois siècles, vers la mise à la disposition de l'homme de moyens mécaniques de plus en plus puissants. Si l'on adopte ce critère, on fera de la quantité d'énergie disponible par tête d'habitant l'expression du plus ou moins haut degré de développement des sociétés humaines. La civilisation occidentale, sous sa forme nord-américaine, occupera la place de tête, les sociétés européennes venant ensuite, avec, à la traîne, une masse de sociétés asiatiques et africaines qui deviendront vite indistinctes. Or ces centaines ou même ces milliers de sociétés qu'on appelle "insuffisamment développées" et "primitives", qui se fondent dans un ensemble confus quand on les envisage sous le rapport que nous venons de citer (et qui n'est guère propre à les qualifier, puisque cette ligne de développement leur manque ou occupe chez elles une place très secondaire), elles se placent aux antipodes les unes des autres ; selon le point de vue choisi, on aboutirait donc à des classements différents.
Si le critère retenu avait été le degré d'aptitude à triompher des milieux géographiques les plus hostiles, il n'y a guère de doute que les Eskimos d'une part, les Bédouins de l'autre, emporteraient la palme. (p.36) ~ Claude L vi Strauss,

19:Si nous avons accordé à l'Amérique le privilège de l'histoire cumulative, n'est-ce pas, en effet, seulement parce que nous lui reconnaissons la paternité d'un certain nombre de contributions que nous lui avons empruntées ou qui ressemblent aux nôtres ? Mais quelle serait notre position, en présence d'une civilisation qui se serait attachée à développer des valeurs propres, dont aucune ne serait susceptible d'intéresser la civilisation de l'observateur ? Celui-ci ne serait-il pas porté à qualifier cette civilisation de stationnaire ? En d'autres termes la distinction entre les deux formes d'histoire dépend-elle de la nature intrinsèque des cultures auxquelles on l'applique, ou ne résulte-t-elle pas de la perspective ethnocentrique dans laquelle nous nous plaçons toujours pour évaluer une culture différente ? Nous considérerions ainsi comme cumulative toute culture qui se développerait dans un sens analogue au nôtre, c'est-à-dire dont le développement serait doté pour nous de signification. Tandis que les autres cultures nous apparaîtraient comme stationnaires, non pas nécessairement parce qu'elles le sont, mais parce que leur ligne de développement ne signifie rien pour nous, n'est pas mesurable dans les termes du système de références que nous utilisons. (p.32-33) ~ Claude L vi Strauss,

20:What is education for? And more specifically, what is at stake in a distinctly Christian education? What does the qualifier Christian mean when appended to education? It is usually understood that education is about ideas and information (though it is also too often routinely reduced to credentialing for a career and viewed as a ticket to a job). And so distinctively Christian education is understood to be about Christian ideas--which usually requires a defense of the importance of "the life of the mind." On this account, the goal of a Christian education is the development of a Christian perspective, or more commonly now, a Christian worldview, which is taken to be a system of Christian beliefs, ideas, and doctrines.

But what if this line of thinking gets off on the wrong foot? What if education ... is not primarily about the absorption of ideas and information, but about the formation of hearts and desires? What if we began by appreciating how education not only gets into our head but also (and more fundamentally) grabs us by the gut? What if education was primarily concerned with shaping our hopes and passions - our visions of 'the good life' - and not merely about the dissemination of data and information as inputs to our thinking? What if the primary work of education was the transforming of our imagination rather than the saturation of our intellect? ...

What if education wasn't first and foremost about what we know, but about what we love? ~ James K A Smith,

21:Des erreurs plus subtiles, et par suite plus redoutables, se produisent parfois lorsqu’on parle, à propos de l’initiation, d’une « communication » avec des états supérieurs ou des « mondes spirituels » ; et, avant tout, il y a là trop souvent l’illusion qui consiste à prendre pour « supérieur » ce qui ne l’est pas véritablement, simplement parce qu’il apparaît comme plus ou moins extraordinaire ou « anormal ». Il nous faudrait en somme répéter ici tout ce que nous avons déjà dit ailleurs de la confusion du psychique et du spirituel (1), car c’est celle-là qui est le plus fréquemment commise à cet égard ; les états psychiques n’ont, en fait, rien de « supérieur » ni de « transcendant », puisqu’ils font uniquement partie de l’état individuel humain (2) ; et, quand nous parlons d’états supérieurs de l’être, sans aucun abus de langage, nous entendons par là exclusivement les états supra-individuels. Certains vont même encore plus loin dans la confusion et font « spirituel » à peu près synonyme d’« invisible », c’est-à-dire qu’ils prennent pour tel, indistinctement, tout ce qui ne tombe pas sous les sens ordinaires et « normaux » ; nous avons vu qualifier ainsi jusqu’au monde « éthérique », c’est-à-dire, tout simplement, la partie la moins grossière du monde corporel ! Dans ces conditions, il est fort à craindre que la « communication » dont il s’agit ne se réduise en définitive à la « clairvoyance », à la « clairaudience », ou à l’exercice de quelque autre faculté psychique du même genre et non moins insignifiante, même quand elle est réelle. ~ Ren Gu non,

22:The firm’s fourth partner, Jeff Nussbaum, had carved out a niche writing jokes for public figures. It was he who taught me about the delicate balance all public-sector humorists hope to strike. Writing something funny for a politician, I learned, is like designing something stunning for Marlon Brando past his prime. The qualifier is everything. At first I didn’t understand this. In June, President Obama’s speechwriters asked Jeff to pitch jokes for an upcoming appearance at the Radio and Television Correspondents’ Dinner. I sent him a few ideas, including one about the president and First Lady’s recent trip to see a Broadway show: “My critics are upset it cost taxpayer dollars to fly me and Michelle to New York for date night. But let me be clear. That wasn’t spending. It was stimulus.” Unsurprisingly, my line about stimulating America’s first couple didn’t make it into the script. But others did. The morning after the speech, I watched on YouTube as President Obama turned to NBC reporter Chuck Todd. “Chuck embodies the best of both worlds: he has the rapid-fire style of a television correspondent, and the facial hair of a radio correspondent.” That was my joke! I grabbed the scroll bar and watched again. The line wasn’t genius. The applause was largely polite. Still, I was dumbfounded. A thought entered my brain, and then, just a few days later, exited the mouth of the president of the United States. This was magic. Still, even then, I had no illusions of becoming a presidential speechwriter. When friends asked if I hoped to work in the White House, I told them Obama had more than enough writers already. I meant it. ~ David Litt,

23:Instead, I gave them the only salute I could think of.
Two middle fingers. Held high for emphasis.
The six fiery orbs winked out at once. Hopefully, they’d died from affront.
Ben eyed me sideways as he maneuvered from shore. “What in the world are you doing?”
“Those red-eyed jerks were on the cliff,” I spat, then immediately felt silly. “All I could think of.”
Ben made an odd huffing sound I couldn’t interpret. For a shocked second, I thought he was furious with me.
“Nice work, Victoria.” Ben couldn’t hold the laughter inside. “That oughta do it!”
I flinched, surprised by his reaction. Ben, cracking up at a time like this?
He had such a full, honest laugh—I wished I heard it more. Infectious, too. I couldn’t help joining in, though mine came out in a low Beavis and Butthead cackle. Which made Ben howl even more.
In an instant, we were both in stitches at the absurdity of my one-finger salutes. At the insanity of the evening. At everything. Tears wet my eyes as Sewee bobbed over the surf, circling the southeast corner of the island. It was a release I desperately needed.
Ben ran a hand through his hair, then sighed deeply. “I love it,” he snickered, steering Sewee through the breakers, keeping our speed to a crawl so the engine made less noise. “I love you, sometimes.”
Abruptly, his good humor cut off like a guillotine. Ben’s body went rigid. I felt a wave of panic roll from him, as if he’d accidently triggered a nuclear bomb.
I experienced a parallel stab of distress. My stomach lurched into my throat, and not because of the rolling ocean swells.
Did he just . . . what did he mean when . . .
Oh crap.
Ben’s eyes darted to me, then shot back to open water. Even in the semidarkness, I saw a flush of red steal up his neck and into his cheeks.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Shifted again. Debated going over the side.
Did he really mean to say he . . . loved me? Like, for real?
The awkward moment stretched longer than any event in human history.
He said “sometimes,” which is a definite qualifier. I love Chinese food “sometimes.”
Mouth opened as I searched for words that might defuse the tension. Came up with nothing. I felt trapped in a nightmare. Balanced on a beam a hundred feet off the ground. Sinking underwater in a sealed car with no idea how to get out.
Ben’s lips parted, then worked soundlessly, as if he, too, sought to break the horrible awkwardness. A verbal retreat, or some way to reverse time.
Is that what I want? For Ben to walk it back?
A part of me was astounded by the chaos a single four-word utterance could create.
Ben gulped a breath, seemed to reach a decision. As his mouth opened a second time, all the adrenaline in creation poured into my system.
“I . . . I was just saying that . . .” He trailed off, then smacked the steering wheel with his palm. Ben squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head sharply as if disgusted by the effort.
Ben turned. Blasted me with his full attention. “I mean it. I’m not going to act— ~ Kathy Reichs,

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