ellauri214.html on line 187: I almost always serve as protagonist's morality pet. I judge him constantly. Every morally ambiguous thing protagonist do will get scolded by me.
ellauri216.html on line 170: Indeed, it is precisely by imitating the good that all things are preserved in existence. It follows that evil is something that can only happen inadvertently. Every being or thing has a natural aim and a perfection it strives for. Pahat on vaan mokia, my bad.
ellauri217.html on line 231: He liked things to be clean. People worship power, even its victims. True happiness can never be found until the things that lead to it are plentiful for everyone. But that´s impossible, because happiness is a differential: everyone must have more than the others and more than before. Everyone just can't have that, it's a logical contradiction.
ellauri217.html on line 266: "Every man makes mistakes." "You are just one big mistake, and no mistake! Turjake!" Korvikkeexi menetetystä ylipainoisesta Ratatouillesta Arafat pääsee prinssi Andrewn ja Peter Nybergin järjestämiin pössybileisiin nylkyttämään nubiileja nakutyttöjä ja Aira Samulinia. Mikäs voisi olla enää paratiisimaisempaa.
ellauri219.html on line 641: Everyone ends in Michael's room with most of the females half-naked. The police arrive and form a line to Anna—Dr. Fassbender's wife—who charges in operatic Valkyrie costume, complete with a spear. They all escape to a go-kart circuit. They leave the circuit and go first to a farmyard then through narrow village streets still on the go-karts then back to the circuit.
ellauri219.html on line 1028: As men and women, we are collaborators in creation. Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis. The most satisfying thing is to have been able to give a large (ca. 6") part of yourself to others. Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek each other so that further fragments can come into being. Love alone is capable of uniting living beings by way of joining them by what goes deeper than you would expect (17cm jos olet taitava). Love is an adventure and a conquest. Everything that goes up must come down. Die Liebe is die universellste und die geheimnisvollste der komischen Energien. Seul le fantastique a des chances d'être vrai. Kaikki on vaan suurta sattumaa.
ellauri222.html on line 325: The foremost theme in The Adventures of Augie March is the search for identity. Unsure of what he wants from life, Augie is pulled along into the schemes of friends and strangers, trying on different identities and learning about the world through jobs ranging from union organizer to eagle trainer to book thief. His path seems random, but as Augie notes, quoting the Greek philosopher Heraclitus, “a man’s character is his fate.” As Augie goes through life, knocking on various doors, these doors of fate open up for him as if by random, but the knocks are unquestionably his own. In the end of the novel, Augie defines his identity as a “Columbus of those near-at-hand,” whose purpose in life is to knock some eggs. Augie notes that “various jobs” are the Rosetta stone, or key, to his entire life. Americans define themselves by their work (having no roots, family or land to stick to), and Augie is a sort of vagabond, trying on different identities as he goes along. Unwilling to limit himself by specializing in any one area, Augie drifts from job to job. He becomes a handbill-distributor, a paperboy, a Woolworth’s stocker, a newsstand clerk, a trinket-seller, a Christmas helper at a department store, a flower delivery boy, a butler, a clerk at fine department stores, a paint salesman, a dog groomer, a book thief, a coal yard worker, a housing inspector, a union organizer, an eagle-trainer, a gambler, a literary researcher, a business machine salesman, a merchant marine, and ultimately an importer-exporter working in wartime Europe. Augie’s job changing is emblematic of the social mobility that is so quintessentially American. Augie is the American Everyman, continually reinventing himself, like Donald Duck. Olemme kaikki oman onnemme Akuja, joopa joo. Yrmf, olet tainnut mainita. You are telling me!
ellauri223.html on line 70: Domestic affairs and partnerships are of little account, because, excepting the sign of honor, each one receives what he is in need of. To the heroes and heroines of the republic, it is customary to give the pleasing gifts of honor, beautiful wreaths, sweet food, heroine, or splendid clothes, while they are feasting. In the daytime all use white garments within the city, but at night or outside the city they use red garments either of wool or silk. They hate black as they do dung, and therefore they dislike the Japanese, who are fond of black, and Africans, for obvious reasons. Pride they consider the most execrable vice, and one who acts proudly is chastised with the most ruthless correction. Wherefore no one thinks it lowering to wait at table or to work in the kitchen or fields or clean the toilets. All work they call discipline, and thus they say that it is honorable to go on foot, to do any act of nature, to see with the eye, and to speak with the tongue, and waft with the tail; and when there is need, they distinguish philosophically between tears and spittle. Every man who, when he is told off to work, does his duty, is considered very honorable.
ellauri223.html on line 96: Capt. This is the point I was just thinking of explaining. Everyone is judged by the first master of his trade, and thus all the head artificers are judges. They punish with exile, with flogging, with blame, with deprivation of the common table, with exclusion from the church and from the company of women. When there is a case in which great injury has been done, it is punished with death, and they repay an eye with an eye, a nose for a nose, a tooth for a tooth, a woman (or half a camel) for a woman, and so on, according to Hammurabi's law of retaliation.
ellauri226.html on line 259: the papers. Every building is locked today, including the building that he grew up in. Haven't got my paper ever since.
ellauri238.html on line 600: Everything that matters is my literary work and you. Not you Tuula, but you, yes you there, with black pubic hair and a billion birthmarks. I love you more than the smell of my own shit. Elämän onni on haarojen välissä.
ellauri238.html on line 929: (Every now and then someone says, even after forty (Aina joskus joku sanoo, vaikka on jo mennyt 40
ellauri240.html on line 504: Mitä sanoja Kid Presidentin mielestä meidän pitäisi sanoa enemmän ja useammin? Saanko arvata? Kiitos, anteexi, ole hyvä? Bingo! Plus: Everything is going to be okay. Yes we can! I promise! Hyvin vedetty Huuakotti!
ellauri243.html on line 159: Thomas Torquemada Thorn (born Thomas A. Lockyear, II; 2 August 1964) is an American musician. Born in Madison, Wisconsin, he is best known as co-founder of, and lead vocalist for, the industrial metal band The Electric Hellfire Club. Joint Air Base Battle Mountain was not spared. Every aircraft at the once-bustling base was in "hangar queen" status - available only as spare parts for cars. Most planes placed in "flyable storage" were not even mothballed, but just hoisted up on clothes hangers.
ellauri245.html on line 287: Every review of Nesbø´s work now must also, in some refracted way, be a commentary on Larsson´s wonderful and massively successful Millenium trilogy. Nesbø and Larsson share a wit, a world and a languorous command of plotlines that spiral out into new plotlines, resisting the brutal and sometimes deadening efficiency of the American crime novel.
ellauri247.html on line 97: Every excuse she could think of, to save herself, she made. But her excuses were in vain, and Narahdarn only became furious with her for making them, and, brandishing his boondi, drove her up the tree. She managed to get her arm in beside her sister's, but there it stuck and she could not move it. Narahdarn, who was watching her, saw what had happened and followed her up the tree. Finding he could not pull her arm out, in spite of her cries, he chopped it off, as he had done her sister's. After one shriek, as he drove his combo through her arm, she was silent. He said, "Come down, and I will chop out the bees' nest." But she did not answer him, and he saw that she too was dead. Then he was frightened, and climbed quickly down the gunnyanny tree; taking her body to the ground with him, he laid it beside her sister's, and quickly he hurried from the spot, taking no further thought of the honey. What a piece of shit.
ellauri248.html on line 108: Rob: Yeah, Cassie was like that. She was always finding connections to things and blah blah blah. She made a great partner because hey remember that time 20 years ago when my friends and I were in the woods and blah blah blah I want to tell you about all the people I work with and give you a brief description of each one of them and also explain in detail how my boss is and blah blah blah. My mind is trying to remember what happened 20 years ago and you know Cassie and I are great partners and we're best friends and people think we're dating but blah blah blah. Hey, time flies, man. Did I tell you what happened to me as a child? Did I remind you about Katy? Also, her family sure is weird. The people at the dig site are weird. Everyone is a suspect blah blah blah. Let me pause here to tell you how I deal with my roommate and also O'Kelly and my childhood and my current job and Katy and her weird family and interrogation and coffee and vodka and this dream I had and looking for clues and in the woods and we keep hitting dead ends and and and and and blahhhhhhhhhhhh.
ellauri249.html on line 76: Brodsky’s poetry bears the marks of his confrontations with the Russian authorities. “Brodsky is someone who has tasted extremely bitter bread,” wrote Stephen Spender in New Statesman, “and his poetry has the air of being ground out between his teeth. … It should not be supposed that he is a liberal, or even a socialist. He deals in unpleasing, hostile truths and is a realist of the least comforting and comfortable kind. Everything nice that you would like him to think, he does not think. But he is utterly truthful, deeply religious, fearless and pure. Loving, as well as hating.”
ellauri254.html on line 412: Jokamies (engl. Everyman) on 1400-luvulta peräisin oleva mysteerinäytelmä, allegoristen hahmojen kautta kerrottu moraliteetti sielun pelastuksesta. Englannissa tai mahdollisesti Hollannissa syntynyt tarina pohjautuu suulliseen traditioon, mutta ilmestyi painettuna Englannissa vuonna 1510.
ellauri254.html on line 422:
Everyman
ellauri254.html on line 427: God (Gott) sends Death (Tod) to summon the rich bon viveur Everyman (Jedermann) who is then abandoned by his friends, his wealth and his lover (Buhlschaft).
ellauri254.html on line 429: It is based on several medieval mystery plays, including the late 15th-century English morality play Everyman.
ellauri263.html on line 838: Kelly Gonsalves is a multi-certified sex educator and relationship coach helping people figure out how to create dating and sex lives that actually feel good — more open, more optimistic, and more pleasurable. In addition to working with individuals in her private practice, Kelly serves as the Sex & Relationships Editor at mindbodygreen. She has a degree in journalism from Northwestern University, and she’s been trained and certified by leading sex and relationship institutions such as The Gottman Institute and Everyone Deserves Sex Ed, among others. Her fork has been featured at The Cut, Vice, Teen Vogue, Cosmopolitan, and elsewhere.
ellauri264.html on line 166: Velma is unpleasant. Velma mostly replaces the old silly sensibility with crass name-droppy pointlessness. Every episode is a cringy, eye-rolling slog that doesn’t seem to have any idea who its audience is, yet seems to despise them all the same.
ellauri264.html on line 597: Nineteen years ago, on that famous night, when the decision of the establishment of the State of Israel was made by the governors of the nations of the world, when all the people flocked to the streets to publicly celebrate, I could not take part in the joy. In those first hours I could not make peace with what was done, with the horrible news, that God´s words from the prophecy in the Twelve Prophets: "My land was divided" was coming true. Where is our Hebron? Are we forgetting it? And where is our Nablus? Are we forgetting it? And where is our Jericho? Are we forgetting it? And where is our east side of the Jordan? Where is every lump and chunk? Every bit and piece of the four cubits of God´s land? Is it up to us to give up any millimeter of it? God forbid! In the state of shock that took over my body, completely bruised and torn to pieces – I could not rejoice then.
ellauri269.html on line 265: Everyone starts somewhere.. Beginner (left) gets harassed by an old hand (right). You can also choose your gender.
ellauri270.html on line 302: The irony in “The Daemon Lover” is that the female protagonist becomes suspect as she hunts for the mysterious young man “who promised to marry her” (DL 23). Everywhere she searches, she encounters couples who mock her with not-so-subtle insinuations that she is crazy. Indeed, at the end of the story she may well have become insane; the narrative is ambiguous on this point. Significantly, however, if the nameless woman has indeed lost her mind, it is James who is responsible. Although some critics speculate that the disruptive male figure—both in this story and in the others in the collection—is a hallucination of a sexually repressed character, the epilogue to The Lottery, a ballad entitled “James Harris, The Daemon Lover,” suggests otherwise: He is, in fact, the devil himself.
ellauri270.html on line 351: A hush falls over the crowd as Mr. Summers states that he’ll read the names aloud and the heads of families should come forward and draw a slip of paper from the box. Everyone should hold his paper without opening it until all the slips have been drawn. The crowd is familiar with the ritual, and only half-listens to these directions. Mr. Summers first calls “Adams,” and Steve Adams approaches, draws his slip of paper, and returns to his family, standing a little apart and not looking down at the paper.
ellauri274.html on line 1011: 3:00:38 Народный фронт в рамках инициативы всё для Победы собрало более 5 млрд руб такой поток пожертвования идёт постоянно | 3:00:38 Popular Front keräsi Everything for Victory -aloitteen puitteissa yli 5 miljardia ruplaa, joten lahjoitusvirta on jatkuvasti |
ellauri284.html on line 605: “Everything is compromised,” said Sanjay Sharma, a Gurgaon real estate broker. “It’s not some people in some places who are corrupt. Corruption is institutionalized. To thrive in this real estate market, you must be a scoundrel. It is impossible for a thorough gentleman to survive here.”
ellauri284.html on line 646: “Everything is for sale as long as you get someone to put a price on it,” he said, with a smile.
ellauri285.html on line 68: Every living creature has an anus: Ants, horses, eagles . . . And us. While most creatures’ anuses do their jobs with little fuss, not so with human beings. The design of our anus is Providence’s little joke to keep us humble.
ellauri299.html on line 176: In 1984, Snyder endured a fifty-one-day hunger strike to call attention to the neglect of the homeless. With his reelection a month away, President Reagan boldly announced his plans to turn the building into a model shelter for the homeless. Snyder ended his strike. Everyone was happy. After the election, Reagan went back on his promise, and all sorts of nasty litigation ensued. Snyder committed suicide on 1990.
ellauri301.html on line 102: There is little nihilism in Swedish noir: good and bad are always clearly distinguished all the way through to the cartoonish culmination of the genre in Stieg Larsson’s trilogy about Lisbeth Salander. The only problem for Stieg´s heroes is that good no longer plays in the same team with the Swedish state. Evil is firmly located in reassuringly wicked villains. Everything is privatized just like in Britain and America. All is well. (These sharp observations courtesy of The Guardian.)
ellauri301.html on line 352: September 24 was previously known in South Africa as Shaka Day, a day commemorating the Zulu King of Shaka. He was known for uniting the Zulu clan together and forming the Zulu nation. Every year, South Africans would gather at his grave to honor him. In 1995 a request for the day to be confirmed as an official braai holiday was rejected. After receiving some pushback from the Inkatha Freedom Party (IFP), a majority Zulu party, it was decided that the day was needed and would be known as ‘‘Heritage Day.’’
ellauri302.html on line 123: Don't be afraid of papa. He loves you. Very, very much. Today I'm having a Holy Scroll written. It costs a good deal of money. All for you, my child, all for you. (Rifkele is silent. Pause.) And with God's help, when you are betrothed, I'll buy your sweetheart a gold watch and chain — the chain will weigh half a pound... Papa loves you very dearly. {Rifkele is silent. She lowers her head bashfully. Pause. Don't be ashamed. There's nothing wrong about being engaged. God has ordained it. (Pause.) That's nothing. Everyboudy gets engaged and married. (Rifkele is silent.
ellauri302.html on line 131: ''Who you are!" What! Have you stolen anything? You have a business. Everybody has his own business. You don't compel anybody, do you? You may deal in what you please, can't you, if you yourself do no wrong?... Just try to give them some money, and see whether they'll take it from you or not!
ellauri302.html on line 139: Don't climb too high, Sarah. Do you hear? Not too high... For if you do, some fine day you'll fall and break your neck. (Shakes a warning finger at her.) And don't try to break into the upper crust. Don't, I tell you. You've a home of your own, — stay there. You've got bread, — eat. But don't intrude where you're not wanted... Every dog must know his own kennel. Here at least it is all cash on delivery. Upstairs is kosher, downstairs is treif. Keep them separate, is all I say.
ellauri302.html on line 154: The Scribe, gives his hand to Yekel. Your health, host. (Admonishing him.) And know, that a Holy Scroll is a wondrous possession. The whole world rests upon a Scroll of the Law, and every Scroll is the exact counterpart of the tablets that were received by Moses upon Mount Sinai. Every line of a Holy Scroll is penned in purity and piety... Where dwells a Scroll, in such a house dwells God himself... So it must be guarded against every impurity... Man, you must know that a Holy Scroll...
ellauri302.html on line 365: I'll go... You'll go... Rifkele will go... Everything and everybody will go... (Pointing to the brothel.) Down into the bargain basement... God won't have it otherwise... He is vengeful all right.
ellauri302.html on line 474: Reb Ali The truth. The truth. Heaven will help you... Everything will turn out for the best. I'm going to the young man's father directly. He's over at the synagogue and must surely be waiting for me. (Looks around.) Tell your wife to put the house in order in the meantime. And you, prepare the contract, and at once, so that he'll have no time to discover anything amiss and withdraw. Arrange the wedding date and have the bride go at once to her parents-in-law. No idle chatter, remember. Keep silent, so that nobody wiU learn anything about it. (Ready to go.) And cast all this nonsense out of your head. Trust in the Lord and rejoice in His comfort. (At the door.) Tell your wife to tidy up the place. (Leaves.)
ellauri302.html on line 490: Sarah, brings in Yekel's coat and funny hats and places them upon him. He offers no resistance. What a misfortune! What a misfortune! Who could have foreseen such a thing? (She straightens YekeVs coat, then puts the room in order. Runs into Rifkele's room. She is heard hiding something there, and soon returns.) I'll have a reckoning with you later. (Putting the finishing touches to the room.) Terrible days, these. Bring up children with so much care and anxiety, and... Ah! (Footsteps are heard outside. Sarah runs over to Yekel and pulls his sleeve.) They're here! For the love of God, Yekel, remember! Everything can be fixed yet. (Enter Reh Ali arid a stranger. Sarah hastily thrusts her hair under her wig and goes to the door to ivelcome the visitors.)
ellauri321.html on line 131: Yet when young I entertained some thoughts of selling my farm. I thought it afforded but a dull repetition of the same labours and pleasures. I thought the former tedious and heavy, the latter few and insipid; but when I came to consider myself as divested of my farm, I then found the world so wide, and every place so full, that I began to fear lest there would be no room for me. My farm, my house, my barn, presented to my imagination, objects from which I adduced quite new ideas; they were more forcible than before. Why should not I find myself happy, said I, where my father was before? He left me no good books it is true, he gave me no other education than the art of reading and writing; but he left me a good farm, and his experience; he left me free from debts, and no kind of difficulties to struggle with 24 with.—I married, and this perfectly reconciled me to my situation; my wife rendered my house all at once chearful and pleasing; it no longer appeared gloomy and solitary as before; when I went to work in my fields I worked with more alacrity and sprightliness; I felt that I did not work for myself alone, and this encouraged me much. My wife would often come with her kitting in her hand, and sit under the shady trees, praising the straightness of my furrows, and the docility of my horses; this swelled my heart and made every thing light and pleasant, and I regretted that I had not married before. I felt myself happy in my new situation, and where is that station which can confer a more substantial system of felicity than that of an American farmer, possessing freedom of action, freedom of thoughts, ruled by a mode of government which requires but little from us? Every year I kill from 1500 to 2,000 weight of pork, 1,200 of beef, half a dozen of good wethers in harvest: of fowls my wife has always a great stock: what can I wish more?
ellauri322.html on line 91: Government is nothing more than a national association; and the object of this association is the good of all, as well individually as collectively. Every man wishes to pursue his occupation, and to enjoy the fruits of his labours and the produce of his property in peace and safety, and with the least possible expense. Juu tää on selvää oikeistolaista talouslipilarismia, painu Paine pihalle.
ellauri322.html on line 95: Commerce is no other than the traffic of two individuals, multiplied on a scale of numbers; and by the same rule that nature intended for the intercourse of two, she intended that of all. For this purpose she has distributed the materials of manufactures and commerce, in various and distant parts of a nation and of the world; and as they cannot be procured by war so cheaply or so commodiously as by commerce, she has rendered the latter the means of extirpating the former. As the two are nearly the opposite of each other, consequently, the uncivilised state of the European governments is injurious to commerce. Every kind of destruction or embarrassment serves to lessen the quantity, and it matters but little in what part of the commercial world the reduction begins. Like blood, it cannot be taken from any of the parts, without being taken from the whole mass in circulation, and all partake of the loss. When the ability in any nation to buy is destroyed, it equally involves the seller. Could the government of England destroy the commerce of all other nations, she would most effectually ruin her own. It is possible that a nation may be the carrier for the world, but she cannot be the merchant. She cannot be the seller and buyer of her own merchandise. The ability to buy must reside out of herself; and, therefore, the prosperity of any commercial nation is regulated by the prosperity of the rest. If they are poor she cannot be rich, and her condition, be what it may, is an index of the height of the commercial tide in other nations. When, therefore, governments are at war, the attack is made upon a common stock of commerce, and the consequence is the same as if each had attacked his own.
ellauri336.html on line 646: “We probably have some of the worst air that we’ve ever had out here in west Texas” Collins said. “Every night we flare out here, let off natural gas, a lot of it really fugitive emissions because we don’t have the regulators out here.”
ellauri342.html on line 417: Ugly Sweater Day. Every third Friday of December (December 15), people all over the nation trade their casual garments for something more festive for Ugly Sweater Day. Whether you find a hidden gem to wear, or you make your own, one things for sure — this holiday will certainly have you laughing all day long!
ellauri346.html on line 213: Everything Everywhere All at Once sai maailmanensi-iltansa South by Southwest -tapahtumassa 11. maaliskuuta 2022. Suomen ensi-iltansa se sai 29. huhtikuuta 2022. Elokuva sai ylistäviä arvioita kriitikoilta: sitä kiitettiin erityisesti mielikuvituksellisuudesta, ohjauksesta, roolisuorituksista, sekä siitä miten se käsittelee teemoja, kuten verottajaa, vinkuintiaaneja, eksistentialismia ja nihilismiä. Se sai tukun Oskareita. Elokuva oli myös taloudellinen menestys ja tuotti yli 100 miljoonaa dollaria.
ellauri351.html on line 438: Why I Hate You and You Hate Me: The Interplay of Envy, Greed, Jealousy and Narcissism in Everyday Life, se selittää. Kateutta syyttelevät kaikesta enimmin ne, joilla on jotain kadehdittavaa. Se on selvä oikeistomeemi sixi vaan ei sixi.
ellauri351.html on line 467: Mutta oikeat pahixet ovat kateita, kaunaisia ja kylmiä. Ne eivät tajua asioiden merkityxiä. Niiden symbolifunktio on heikentynyt. Silloin ihminen toteuttaa unelmansa. When you kill another human being, there is a cost. You pay a steep price. But anyway, it's just a price. Everything has a price. Nothing to it, just cough up the money and you are fine. You'll be alright Bones. Meet Jasper the plastic pig. Tapa tapa tapa tapa ... dadaa.
ellauri365.html on line 283: William Saroyan wrote a short story about Maupassant in his 1971 book, Letters from 74 rue Taitbout or Don't Go But If You Must Say Hello To Everybody.
xxx/ellauri027.html on line 954: The participant is approached with respect, handed a bulk cut flower with a kiss or handshake depending on gender, and treated as a miraculous (if suspect) specimen of life. (I realize the romanticism of this way of speaking, but that’s the way I think, and it works. Everybody buys it hook, line, and sinker.) Whether a clown or a king, the participant is assumed to possess potential that nobody can quite name. (Not before nor after the treatment. But that is not the point.)
xxx/ellauri068.html on line 400: “Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again. But this having been once, although only once, to have been of the earth, seems irrevocable.”
xxx/ellauri075.html on line 151: He developed his thinking in a second book on Fyodor Dostoyevsky and Frederich Nietzsche, which increased Shestov's reputation as an original and incisive thinker. In All Things Are Possible (published in 1905) Shestov adopted the aphoristic style of Friedrich Nietzsche to investigate the difference between Russian and European Literature. Although on the surface it is an exploration of numerous intellectual topics, at its base it is a sardonic work of Existentialist philosophy which both criticizes and satirizes our fundamental attitudes towards life situations. D.H. Lawrence, who wrote the Foreword to S.S. Koteliansky's literary translation of the work, summarized Shestov's philosophy with the words: " 'Everything is possible' - this is his really central cry. It is not nihilism. It is only a shaking free of the human psyche from old bonds. The positive central idea is that the human psyche, or soul, really believes in itself, and in nothing else". Shestov deals with key issues such as religion, rationalism, and science in this highly approachable work, topics he would also examine in later writings such as In Job's Balances. Shestov's own key quote from this work is probably the following: "...we need to think that only one assertion has or can have any objective reality: that nothing on earth is impossible. Every time someone wants to force us to admit that there are other, more limited and limiting truths, we must resist with every means we can lay hands on".
xxx/ellauri081.html on line 527: In trying to explain his successful life, Benny summed it up by stating: "Everything good that happened to me happened by accident. I was not filled with ambition nor fired by a drive toward a clear-cut goal. I never knew exactly where I was going."
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 378: Which of those things, did not come from a wealthy person? Everything did. The food you ate to day, came from a wealthy person’s store, transported by a wealthy person’s truck, and likely produced by a wealthy person’s farm, on a wealthy person’s contract.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 380: Every single bit of wealth you have, from your socks, to your car, to your house, to the heating and electricity you use….. all of it… likely came from a wealthy person. Come to think of it, isn't the almighty God an almighty wealthy person par excellence? Everything you got is from his hand, and you gotta pay for it through your nose.
xxx/ellauri086.html on line 433: Or be even made a knight. Every time we looked around
xxx/ellauri086.html on line 439: Every obstacle in sight. So I stepped aside and let him dance with her.
xxx/ellauri086.html on line 442: You did it! You did it! You said that you would do it, Every trick that he could play,
xxx/ellauri086.html on line 452: Every obstacle in sight. Henry: Jawohl!
xxx/ellauri086.html on line 469: Every one wondering who she was. "and she's Hungarian as the first Hungarian rhapsody"
xxx/ellauri086.html on line 508: The Everyday Chemicals That Might Be Leading Us to Our Extinction
xxx/ellauri087.html on line 489: A Time for Everything
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 650: We’re big fans of Germany mostly because of its language and the many awesome singular (or plural) words that describe something more complex. Everyone knows schadenfreude and wanderlust, but how about wurmgesicht und endlösung? The German language is the best language, basically.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 279: Membership of a larger group is not an identity. Being Asian is not an identity. Being gay is not an identity. Being deaf, blind, or wheelchair-bound is not an identity, nor is being economically deprived. Now what is an identity then? Silly, it is the number on your ID card! That's an identity! Everybody is unique, and I in particular am special! There are no classes except singletons! We are haecceitates every one of us. Us? There is no such thing as us, there is just me and me and me ... and me myself.
xxx/ellauri113.html on line 28: Theory of Everything
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xxx/ellauri114.html on line 314: Moab and Ammon were named after the children of the incestuous unions of Lot and his two daughters. Lot was an unknowing participant, having been made intoxicated by his daughters, who saw becoming pregnant by their father as their only way to produce any offspring. Every other man they knew had perished in the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah (Genesis 19:30-38).
xxx/ellauri122.html on line 928: 'Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything' by Joshua Foer
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 498: Who are the difficult people? Everybody else! Those who make you disappointed upset frustrated and angry humiliated and confused drained and despairing.
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 141: James said: "Every guy has in his head the perfect girl and this is what I see when I look in the mirror and see this look. Most manufacturers make them look something in the region of 20 years old. For a man of my age it's a fantasy because I will never be a Brad Pitt or something like that.
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 145: "Every guy knows what it is like to slap a woman on the butt and this is not unlike the real thing."
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 337: Overreacting Every Conversation Makes You Upset She Minimizes Your Achievements
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 132: Dostoyevsky, Nabokov told anyone who would listen, was “a third-rate writer and his fame is incomprehensible.” He called Henry James “that pale porpoise.” Philip Roth? “Farcical.” Norman Mailer? “I detest everything that he stands for.” T. S. Eliot and Thomas Mann were “fakes.” When his friend Wilson suggested that he include Jane Austen in his Cornell survey course on European literature, Nabokov responded, “I dislike Jane [Austen] and am prejudiced, in fact, against all women writers.” Leo Tolstoy and Nikolai Gogol: da. Everybody else: nyet.
xxx/ellauri130.html on line 583: “I don’t think there’s ever been a time when you could just say anything.” He recalls an early comedy show – this must have been in the late 80s – where the host apologised to the crowd after Skinner had performed some risque sexual material. “He said I’d never play at the venue again – and then he launched into a load of racist material and brought the house down. Everyone’s got their own standards and restraints. But I think it’s been good for me to keep questioning what I say. It’s made me think more positively about racist jokes and not so much about penises. My knob is not working anymore BTW, I'm 65. We’re both deeply ashamed. Can't lift our eye to the public.”
xxx/ellauri134.html on line 100: Everything about Olympics, and Zodiac Signs in them
xxx/ellauri134.html on line 110: Caregiver, Carl Jung, complex, Creator, Everyman, Explorer, Gemini, Hero, Innocent,
xxx/ellauri134.html on line 153: Everyman
xxx/ellauri134.html on line 473: Everything about Olympics, and Zodiac Signs in them
xxx/ellauri136.html on line 117: Everyone is special. Each kid in the HP universe has unique skills. It’s a whole school of special snowflakes overlaying a traditional school dynamic. You get “sorted” into your house; you get a personalized wand, your broom is like a pet. You have owls to bring you messages, how cool is that? I want to be special too!
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 763: Everyone who knew me at this point knows that I dislike first person narratives and it must be an absolutely amazing story for me to overcome that strong, strong dislike. In this case because I had to follow Rei's every thought, I couldn't help but judge her for them and find her bratty and ...in need of common sense.
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 211: Ippolit suddenly jumps up, all stressed that he has slept through something. He pulls a giant sheaf of papers out of his pocket and declares that he is going to read a long article that he has written. Everyone at the party is all, dude, that´s lame, but he can´t be stopped.
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 220: Here, Ippolit stops and kind of freaks out from embarrassment a little bit. Everyone tries to get him to stop reading, but no, he goes on throughout the final sections of the chapter:
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 226: (Of course he had the rest of his life before him. Everybody has. It was just rather short in his case in both directions. Eh, guys? Vai mitä jäbät?)
xxx/ellauri148.html on line 73: Every November 21, the brothers incite people all over the world to take part in the celebration by saying "Hooray" to another 10 people. Its really cheap! No postage needed! McCormack himself can say "Hooray" in over 65 different languages, including Bantu, Inuit and Urdu. He can say "We won" in just two languages, American English and Hebrew, and "Haha you fuckers lost" in four, German, Arabic, Russian, and French.
xxx/ellauri148.html on line 264: 1 “At that time Michael shall stand up, The great prince who stands watch over the sons of your people; And there shall be a time of trouble, Such as never was since there was a nation, Even to that time. And at that time your people shall be delivered, Every one who is found written in the book. 2 And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, Some to everlasting life, Some to shame and everlasting contempt. Daniel 12:1-2
xxx/ellauri148.html on line 454: El Heraldo Chihuahua (Mexico) contributed this: “Every third Thursday of November, World Philosophy Day is celebrated, with the main purpose of revaluing the role of philosophical reflection in all aspects of our lives, in a world that seems to need more and more of this intellectual resource. The need to understand is imperative. The concern for thought, and especially for philosophical thought, appears worldwide when we face a global wave of irrational attitudes and resources that complicate our usual coexistence, generating problems of various kinds. But it is a concern that indicates that we still have conscience."
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 436: The 1973 film has an emotionally charged moment during Everything's Alright, with Jesus gently lifting Judas' chin, the two gripping each other's shoulders, and their arms slowly slipping away from each other, until they clasp hands and have several seconds of intense eye contact.
xxx/ellauri169.html on line 475: He is the author of “Everything Is Cinema: The Working Life of Jean-Luc Godard.” Godardkin oli aika paskiainen miehexeen.
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 895: Everyone has to find their own way to freedom.
xxx/ellauri178.html on line 82: Matti Salon mielestä jutkusedät oli liian kosmopoliitteja eivätkä diganneet tarpeexi leffasta. Jokaisella on oma lehmä ojassa paizi minulla. Everybody's got something to hide except me and my monkey.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 823: Our Lord Jesus Christ does not stand for peace at any price...Every true American would rather see this land face war than see her flag lowered in dishonor...I wish to say that, not only from the standpoint of a citizen, but from the standpoint of a minister of religion...I believe there is nothing that would be of such great practical benefit to us as universal military training for the men of our land.
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 198: Every night before going to sleep, we must ask ourselves: whose weakness did I overcome today? What asset did I acquire?
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 212: Everything that exceeds the bounds of moderation has an unstable foundation.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 179: He is now blind in his right eye as a result of the failed suicide attempt and the side of his face is disfigured. “I wanted to die, because I had killed my girlfriend, the person I loved dearly,” he told the court. Everyone was in tears.
xxx/ellauri195.html on line 304: Everything in woman is a riddle and everything in woman hath one solution - it is called pregnancy. Friedrich Nietzsche
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 955: Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an angel!
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 272: (Every day I'm reading Times of India
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 279: Everything is coming -
xxx/ellauri202.html on line 264: Everything is unraveling. Decades of work dissipating like smoke. He was always in control, the strongest and smartest man in the room. Though not the largest, both Don Trump and the Chinese guy were larger.
xxx/ellauri202.html on line 269: I got lots of time for plan B. Find another planet to rip off, for instance. Everybody is expectantly looking up to Elon Musk, a better Russian.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 326: Fischer: Yes this is all wonderful news, it is time that the fucking Jews get their heads kicked in. It's time to finish off the US once and for all. ...Everybody knows how you ... how you..uh
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 343: Writing about the provocative literary critic Harold Bloom is an intimidating affair. Everything about Bloom is daunting, particularly his noxious public persona. He will occasionally try to conceal it by condescendingly addressing his interviewer as “dear.” He rarely seems to notice whom he is speaking with, or what they are feeling. He can erupt into long passages of Shakespeare, Whitman or Yeats from memory—a circus act of stunning recall as he approaches 90. But unlike critics such as the late Lionel Trilling or Daniel Mendelsohn, for whom literary criticism is a tool to examine the crucial moral, social, and political questions of our time, Bloom insists that literature be studied purely for aesthetics.
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 392: Everyone´s immortal. Everything is too. Jokainen on kuolematon. Kaikki myös.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 469: Sy from the film Everything_You_Want_(film)" title="Everything You Want (film)">Everything You Want
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 554: Everybody was supposed to be a hindless shemale, looking the same coming and going. What a pity. Where´s the fun without a long unbending peg and a matching gooey hole, going in coming out, etcetera ad nauseam. The hole moreover ingeniously placed precisely in the middle of the fork, so it can be conveniently entered from either side.
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 312: Nicolas: God! I don't know who is the good from the bad anymore. Reading these comments sounds no better then that of what you damn. I don't see anything in the world today but self serving people that excuse themselves from the hate they put into the world by the hate that the world has made them endure. It's a gross cycle that makes me fear the end is not a possibility until the sweet escape of death. Everyday I welcome that silence more and more. Life's thin vale of beauty was taken by the one I trusted most. Yet it is the true face of this world I now see. From such betrayal I am left with a world consumed by the poison it shames. I welcome anything that takes this away. I ask for nothing because nothing is exactly what I desire most.
xxx/ellauri252.html on line 375: Piirrä Muhammed -päivä (Everybody Draw Mohammed Day) oli 20. toukokuuta 2010 vietetty maailmanlaajuinen, lähinnä internetissä tapahtunut protesti islamisteja vastaan.
xxx/ellauri265.html on line 444: And the thing is, it works — it works really well in Tallahassee. Everybody thinks the way we want. I do think it’s hard to scale.
xxx/ellauri293.html on line 402: Every week, around 8 million people worldwide visit our pages and over 100 million people engage with our content on Facebook, Instagram and Youtube.
xxx/ellauri298.html on line 590: Vuonna 1999 hän lopetti Integral Psychologyn ja kirjoitti A Theory of Everything (2000). Teoksessa A Theory of Everything Wilber yrittää yhdistää liike-elämän, politiikan, tieteen ja henkisyyden ja näyttää, kuinka ne integroituvat kehityspsykologian teorioihin, kuten Spiral Dynamics . Hänen romaaninsa, Boomeritis (2002), yrittää paljastaa sen, mitä hän pitää suuren ikäluokituksen sukupolven egotismina.
xxx/ellauri298.html on line 639: Campbell attended a Grateful Dead concert in 1986, and marveled that "Everyone has just lost themselves in everybody else here!" Campbell died at his home in Honolulu, Hawaii, on October 30, 1987, from complications of esophageal cancer. The works of Arthur Schopenhauer and Friedrich Nietzsche had a profound effect on Campbell's thinking; he quoted their writing frequently. Sinclair's Babbitt did not follow his (Joe's) bliss, while Schopenhauer ans Nietzsche did, enviously watching Joseph hump his best friend's wife. Jung's insights into archetypes were heavily influenced by the Bardo Thodol (also known as The Tibetan Book of the Dead, an interesting tidbit on the side).
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 444: Just typical for a lady to start with the character and not the plot. For us men, eating fucking and bashing comes first, the choice of carcass, cunt or skull is secondary, same as burying beetles. But remember: Every really good story has some kind of conflict. No conflict, no story, just a big YAAAWWWN. The remaining 3 items on Ruthannes list are also hansypansy, lady stuff. Point of view, theme, style, WTF. Bet 50 shades had a lot of those. All we guys care about is lots of action and motivation (money, in other words, the rest like power and pussy can be bought).
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 470: Everybody’s favorite hero is the person s/he wants to be or have. If you are an acne-ridden teeen it is James Bond. If you are James Bond it is an acne-ridden teen with pointy breasts.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 476: I can’t escape it. Every character I’ll ever write is me. Some little piece of me; some tiny corner of my little mind that often you’d rather not confront openly; but it’s me. Flaubert wasn’t fooling when he said: “Madame Bovary, c’est moi.” It’s me. They’re all me. And in your books, they’ll all be you, if you ever write any books, sucker.
xxx/ellauri357.html on line 416: Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.
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