Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.
I always wanted to be somebody. If I made it, it's half because I was game enough to take a lot of punishment along the way and half because there were a lot of people who cared enough to help me.
If you strive to become a really good leader, then you should know these Top Ten Differances between "Boss" and "Leader": 1. The boss drives people (nuts); while the leader coaches them. 2. The boss depends upon and survives on authority; the leader on good will. 3. The boss inspires fear; the leader inspires enthusiasm. 4 .The boss always says ‘I’; the leader says ‘we.’ 5. The boss says to subordinates ‘Get here on time’; the leader gets there ahead of time. 6. The boss fixes the blame for the breakdown; the leader fixes the breakdown. 7. The boss knows how it is done; the leader shows how it can be done in a better manner. 8. The boss makes work a drudgery; the leader makes work an enjoyable game. 9. The boss says ‘Go’; the leader says ‘Let’s go.’ 10. The boss justifies or lays blame – the leader takes responsibilit and accountability.
It is expected from the government officials and the financial sector to selectively report on the good news to avoid investors panic and maintain confidence in the economy. Unfortunately building confidence has been the name of the game since the beginning of the crisis rather than real economic reforms.
Oh how smoothly, how swiftly and horribly, how cruelly and thoroughly, one discovers the powers and prowess of Maya, the Supreme power of Illusions! With a simple sleight of her hand, léger de main, everything changes in a moment; electrically charged, awesome and exciting years of life shrink to moments - just to realize that all that fascinating reality had been a dream. Perhaps all that had happened previously had been a continuous sequence of beautiful images that one would admire and fall in love with, and to realize that it’s all the game of dreams, illusions and Maya. The reality also strikes, at the same moment, that everything one would still experience in the future, would see with one’s eyes and feel with one’s hands, up to the moment of one’s death — that everything is not going to be any different in substance, or any different in kind. Why would it be? It’s always all a game, all foam and all dreams. It’s Maya, the whole lovely and frightful, delicious and desperate kaleidoscope of life with its searing delights, intertwined with its searing sorrows, the amazing show that has been ongoing since the dawn of Universe.
The game of life is the game of boomerangs. Our thoughts, deeds and words return to us sooner or later, with astounding accuracy.
The same stream of life that runs through our veins, every moment of nights and days, also runs through the world, through all shapes and forms of life on our planet and the shining stars in distant galexies. This is the same stream of life that brings all of us in sync, regardless of our color, race, gender, religion and national limitations, while dancing in perfect rhythm at all times. This is the same life that smiles in joy every morning through the soil of our earth in countless beautiful flowers, millions of tiny leaves, and infinite blades of grass. As we watch this amazing game of life that is so pure and wonderful with its constant uninterrupted flow, we begin to truly appreciate the Supreme Power that governs this Universe so smoothly. This realization also makes us appreciate, respect and enjoy Life - the greatest gift that comes directly from the Supreme Power to us, lest we forget.
There is a latent fire inside all of us, which is constantly burning with brightness and brilliance that guides us - all the time, and especially during the darkest moments of life. Those divine sparks of intelligence, beauty and elegance within all of us provide us with strength and courage to face the adversities. In my view, we survive through life's challenges, mainly because our inner intense fire is burning lot more strongly and brightly than the fires that are surrounding us outside. Life is thus nothing but a game of heat and light that we create, in my view, and play to win with focus and determination by driving away the chilling cold and deepest darkness around us.
We should always think about and focus on the things that we can control, and not the things that are beyond our control. In my view, Life is like a game of cards, and the hand we are dealt is Determinism; while the way we will play it is Free Will. Let's aim to make it a good one!
Where there is life, there is hope. Where there are hopes, there are dreams. Where there are vivid dreams repeated, they become goals. Goals become the action plans and game plans that winners dwell on in intricate detail, knowing that achievement is almost automatic when the goal becomes an inner commitment. The response to the challenges of life -- purpose -- is the healing balm that enables each of us to face up to adversity and strife.
I see great things in baseball. It's our game--the American game. It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism. Tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set. Repair these losses, and be a blessing to us.
It's designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything is new again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains comes, it stops, and leaves you to face the fall alone.
'Art' is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers. What we call art is a game.
A man's idea in a game of cards is war, cruel, devastating, and pitiless. A lady's idea of it is a combination of larceny, embezzlement and burglary.
A particular shot or way of moving the ball can be a player's personal signature, but efficiency of performance is what wins the game for the team.
All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It's my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try.
An ardent supporter of the hometown team should go to a game prepared to take offense, no matter what happens.
Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers. What we call art is a game.
At points of clarity, I realize that my life on earth is meaningless, and that I am merely a pawn in a bigger game. A game I cannot possible understand or have control of. Thankfully, before depression sets in, I drift back into my cloudy, bewildered daily routine.
Baseball is a lot like life. The line drives are caught, the squibbles go for base hits. It's an unfair game.