Have you even been in love Horrible, isn't it It makes you so vulnrable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Having so-called "blue-blood" does not automatically mean that person has class. It just means somewhere down the road someone in their family was once someone of note. It's been my experience that blue-bloods and real nobility and royalty never mix. (Or at least they do not mix well.)
He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare,
And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.
History teaches us that people from different religions and ethnic groups can be united around one shared economic goal; equality and prosperity for all. We saw that in the rise of the communist USSR. When the economic policies of the USSR failed, ethnic and national divisions took the forefront and the USSR was dissolved. That can happen to the US if we are hit hard enough by hyperinflation and currency collapse. How the divisions evolve and what forms they will take depend on the type and speed of the government's reaction. It is too early to foresee such events. However, it is important to note that no country is above the socioeconomic laws, US included.
Humility is becoming a scarce commodity in today's cold, calculating, and proud society. It is now becoming a forgotten virtue, which often makes me wonder "Why?" In my view, Humility can be manifested in two forms: one being the Internal form of honesty, truth and integrity, i.e. being honest about who we are, and accepting our strenths and weaknesses truthfully; while the second form being the External one, which is associated with how we treat others with respect and dignity. Both Internal and External forms are interdependent, and simply cannot exist independenttly. If that's the case, it can explain why Humility is in short supply.....it's one's lack of honesty and self-respect that germinates her/his lack of respect towards others. Accepting one's own follies with utmost honesty is surely the first step towards humility and getting closer to Supreme Power.
I am extremely proud to be an alumnus of The University of Manchester, England. The University gave me a wonderful opportunity to pursue my Ph.D. by awarding me with Dalton Chemical Research Scholarship, one of the most prestigious scholarships. It's surely the major accomplishment and a premier milestone in my life. My grateful thanks and heartfelt best wishes to The University of Manchester, one of the greatest Universities in the world.....this year ranked 5th in the UK and 38th worldwide. Keep it up, my Alma Mater.
I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.
I am sure it is one's duty as a teacher to try to show boys that no opinions, no tastes, no emotions are worth much unless they are one's own. I suffered acutely as a boy from the lack of being shown this.
I do not have a psychiatrist and I do not want one, for the simple reason that if he listened to me long enough, he might become disturbed.
I do not understand why some would call me an economic oracle. Although I correctly foretasted key economic events in the past 10 years, the truth is that any economic forecasting model can become useless with the change of just one variable. And if we learned anything from experience, the only constant in markets is change. The first rule of economic forecasting is to understand that it is a science of probability not a science of certainty.
I go walking, and the hills loom above me, range upon range, one against the other. I cannot tell where one begins and another leaves off. But when I talk with God, He lifts me up where I can see clearly where everything has a distinct contour.
I had worked at the University of St. Andrews, over 25 years ago during 1985-88, as an academic staff and a research fellow at the Department of Chemistry. Those were the most wonderful and highly productive three and half years of my life. I was fortunate to work in association with one of the genius Scientists in the UK (Professor David Cole-Hamilton) at the most beautiful place in the world, St. Andrews. My research work had led to various patents and publications, creating a notable mark of distinction that stll makes me extremely proud. University of St. Andrews is not only the oldest and highly prestigious University in the world, but also the Crème de la crème, best of the best, and cut above the rest! My Best Wishes from USA, to University of St. Andrews. Mòran taing, Alma Mater.
I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity.
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream, that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
I have learned this at least by my experiment that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous--a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.
I know who I am. No one else knows who I am. If I was a giraffe, and someone said I was a snake, I'd think, no, actually I'm a giraffe.