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My message to you is this: pretend that you have free will. It's essential that you behave as if your decisions matter, even though you know they don't. The reality isn't important: what's important is your belief, and believing the lie is the only way to avoid a waking coma. Civilization now depends on self-deception. Perhaps it always has.
Looking for someone to hear you and your desired message of change? Do not open with insults, attacks and attitude pointed at the people that might be able to help make that change.
Maombi yako yasipojibiwa usikate tamaa, Mungu alishakusikia na tayari alishaandaa malaika wa kukuletea jibu. Jibu wakati mwingine huchelewa kufika kwa sababu ya nguvu za giza. Usiwe na haraka, muda wako ukifika utajibiwa.
I am just like you, Destined to play my part. And leave, In the nature of my departure at least, Some kind of sweet message behind In the fathomless pattern I make.
The rapid growth of Message- combined with an outpouring of florists offering consultations in the language of flowers to the streams of brides Marlena and I turned away- caused a subtle but concrete shift in the Bay Area flower industry. Marlena reported that peony, marigold, and lavender lingered in their plastic buckets at the flower market while tulips, lilac, and passionflower sold out before the sun rose. For the first time anyone could remember, jonquil became available long after its natural bloom season had ended. By the end of July, bold brides carried ceramic bowls of strawberries or fragrant clusters of fennel, and no one questioned their aesthetics but rather marveled at the simplicity of their desire. If the trajectory continued, I realized, Message would alter the quantities of anger, grief, and mistrust growing in the earth on a massive scale. Farmers would uproot fields of foxglove to plant yarrow, the soft clusters of pink, yellow, and cream the cure to a broken heart. The prices of sage, ranunculus, and stock would steadily increase. Plum trees would be planted for the sole purpose of harvesting their delicate, clustered blossoms and sunflowers would fall permanently out of fashion, disappearing from flower stands, craft stores, and country kitchens. Thistle would be cleared compulsively from empty lots and overgrown gardens.
Pope John Paul II once said as well, “Lebanon is a message more than it is a country.” Now this diversity has turned into fragmentation and the richness into poverty, awaiting a miraculous remedy.
Even the richest of brands are robbed by poor character.
No text, no email, no cell phone required, The Universe hears the message
The mistakes of the world are warning message for you.
Sharing the same exact content, message or advertisements over and over again only showcases your limited content and a serious lack of depth in your message.
About time,” Brianna said. “Hey, sorry, we were kind of busy,” Quinn snapped. “And I didn’t exactly realize I was on a schedule.” “I don’t like what I have to do here,” Brianna said. She handed Quinn the note. He read it. Read it again. “Is this some kind of joke?” he demanded. “Albert’s dead,” Brianna said. “Murdered.” “What?” “He’s dead. Sam and Dekka are off in the wilderness somewhere. Edilio’s got the flu, he might die, a lot of kids have. A lot. And there are these, these monsters, these kind of bugs . . . no one knows what to call them . . . heading toward town.” Her face contorted in a mix of rage and sorrow and fear. She blurted, “And I can’t stop them!” Quinn stared at her. Then back at the note. He felt his contented little universe tilt and go sliding away. There were just two words on the paper: “Get Caine.
Another vindication I had is the fact that I believed the Christian message and the gospel of the kingdom is good enough to fix the world’s problems
It is only the man that has done his best that qualifies to ask for God’s protection and blessings. This message must return to our pulpit.
The insistent drums were an unwelcome reminder of the existence of another world, wholly autonomous, with its own necessities and patterns. The message they were beating out, over and over, was for her; it was saying, not precisely that she did not exist but rather that it did not matter whether she existed or not, that her presence was of no consequence to the rest of the cosmos. It was a sensation that suddenly paralyzed her with dread. There had never been any question of her “mattering”; it went without saying that she mattered, because she was important to herself. But what was the part of her to which she mattered?
A good presentation = Conviction + Story + Message. Subject does't matter.
No matter the way you have been approached, the important is the heart that cared for you and the message it brought to you!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
There is no message valid for all times! Each message has a life span, sometimes a hundred years sometimes five thousand years, but ultimately the mission of each message ends! When you give people a message, you should know that even if your message is as bright as a sun, one day, like the sun, it will fade away!
And what does it matter whether God speaks to us from amongst the thorns or the flowers?
They took my books because my message was love. They took my pen because my words were love. Then they took my voice because my song was love. Soon they’ll take myself so nothing remains. But they don’t know that when I'm gone my love will stay.
Meet me there, where the sea meets the sky...
My Message is already out, what has left is to go and to do your part of the work.
At that moment a solitary violin struck up. But the music was not dance music; it was more like a song - a solemn, sweet song. (I know now that it was Beethoven's Romance in F.) I listened, and suddenly it was as if the fog that surrounded me had been penetrated, as if I were being spoken to.
...it's not the medium that's the message - it's consciousness - the wonder of being able to wonder ...
Send message to the future by writing it today!
Failing to indict a criminal sitting president sends the message that those in power are above the law.
I walked over to the paper and bent as the pencil began scribbling across it. You look OK. Are you OK? “Liz?” A stupid question. Liz was the only poltergeist I knew. But if she was here, that meant. “Chloe?” My heart started thudding again. “Where’s Chloe. Did they—?” She’s outside. I took a deep breath. “Good. Okay. My dad’s there, too?” I watched the paper. Nothing happened. “Liz? My dad is with her, right? She called him, didn’t she?” Couldn’t. “What do you mean she couldn’t. She has her cell—” No, she didn’t. We hadn’t taken them into the forest. If Chloe had managed to follow me straight from there … I swore. “Tell her to get to a pay phone. Call collect. Get my dad and—” No time. They’re packing the van. “Then you ride with me. You can find out where we go, and return and Chloe—” We’re getting you out. “What? No. Absolutely not. Tell Chloe—” Girls rule :D
Cath probably should have texted Abel by now, just to tell him that she'd made it - but she wanted to wait until she felt more breezy and nonchalant. You can't take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.
If you waste time looking at the messenger, you might miss the message.
Megan Whalen Turner
That was the message. For me, alone among mortals, the gods send their messenger to tell me to stop whining. That’ll teach me to go hide in a temple.
Close Scrutiny of the scriptures reveals that the kingdom was the only message Jesus preached
Elizabeth E. Castillo
The kind of life you lived is your legacy and message to the world. Make t worth remembering" -Elizabeth's Quotes
This message was left for you by messenger, Mr. Marks.” The clerk smiled. “That’s the way they used to do it before email.
Real communication is not possible. That is why my message, your perception and your expression shall never be the same.
I love sharing my true and real message with the world. Not the one that I was "toned" down and smoothed out...the REAL message, the one that will totally freak out the wrong people and totally connect with the right people... this is power. _nickc
Quand le doigt montre le ciel, l’imbécile regarde le doigt. [When a finger is pointing up to the sky, only a fool looks at the finger.]
My message to Boeing is this: I am watching you.
Your message, your ministry, your influence is built from your flaws. People relate to HUMANITY...not perfection.
The night was white-blind with fog, and Kate staggered over every stone and stumbled in every puddle, but she pushed on as fast as she could.
Wisdom Kwashie Mensah
The world is waiting for you, never give up on your dream(s). Arise and make an impact, there are people who are just waiting for your story which will give them a turn around in their lives. It can be the message of the gospel, motivation, inspiration, etc. You need to spread that message, you CAN'T KEEP it to yourself. I dare you to Make a Difference
There is only one all pervading God. It has only one message - Love all, encompass all and transcend the limits of the selfish gene.
You know that when your partner deletes their messages to a past lover after being accused of cheating, then it is likely that they were being unfaithful in some way.
Unabii ni uwezo alionao mtu wa kuongea mambo matakatifu ya Mungu, kuwaongoza wenzake katika njia njema. Mungu humwambia nabii kitu cha kusema na nabii huwambia wenzake kile ambacho Mungu amemwambia aseme. Mungu hawezi kuongea na watu mpaka watu wajue jinsi ya kuongea naye, na wakati mwingine ni rahisi sana kusikia ujumbe kutoka kwa mtu kuliko kuusikia ujumbe huo moja kwa moja kutoka kwa Mungu. Mungu anaweza kukwambia useme kitu fulani kwa mtu au watu fulani. Unaweza usijue kwa nini anakwambia ufanye hivyo, lakini utajisikia msukumo wa hali ya juu wa kutangaza ujumbe uliopewa kuuwasilisha. Mungu hatakulazimisha, lakini atakung’ang’aniza, na ni Mungu pekee anayejua lengo la mawasiliano hayo. Mungu akikwambia ufanye kitu fanya mara moja, usiulize kwa nini. Kazi yako ni kufanya unachotakiwa kufanya, kusema unachotakiwa kusema, si kuuliza maswali. Mtumie rafiki yako wa kiroho kukuongoza katika mema na mabaya, na usitambe – kwamba unaongea maneno uliyoambiwa na Mungu uyaongee. Ukiwa na uwezo mkubwa wa kuongea na Mungu utaleta mabadiliko katika dunia.
An insipid voice message or an incongruent emergence from the “other” world may disrupt our whole thinking system. If we are not able to deal with the fragmentation of our self and assess the deconstruction of our identity, a corny incident could easily capsize our being. A misinterpretation of facts and expectations may perturb our awareness and unsettle our perception. When “I” and “me” don’t get along very well, the road to oneness may be very often bumpy. (“Alors, tout a basculé”)
Don't worry. You'll find your message in your mess.
Only my hands are able to pass my thoughts, not my mouth.I don't How to change.
If the Edfu Texts contain a record of these events, as I have proposed, then we should take seriously the message they transmit, that there were survivors of the cataclysm who made it their mission to bring about: 'The resurrection of the former world of the gods. ... The re-creation of a destroyed world.' These survivors are said to have wandered the earth, setting out and building sacred mounds wherever they went, and teaching the fundamentals of civilization, including religion, agriculture, and architecture.
Listen to the sunset...see its pretty hue... When you see it, think of me...and I'll think of you...
Soke Behzad Ahmadi
An exceptional Sensei has traits such as patience and integrity. Otherwise, natural fighting ability, cruelty and aggressive behavior may be observed in most animal predators.
Michael Bassey Johnson
Roots cannot grow into trees if there are no supernatural elements in the soil. Man cannot grow wealthy and famous if he doesn't contribute to either, the good or evil.
There were dozens of theories about what it was, that dome. Every scientist in the world, it seemed, had made a pilgrimage to the site. Tests had been conducted, measurements taken. They had tried drilling through it. Under it. Had flown over it. Had dug beneath it. Had approached it by submarine. Nothing worked. Every species of doomsayer from Luddite to End Times nut had had his say. It was a judgment. On America’s technological obsession, on America’s moral failure. This. That. Something else. Then the twins had popped out. Just like that. First Emma. Then, a few minutes later, Anna. Alive and well at the exact moment of their fifteenth birthday. They told tales of life inside the bowl. What they called the FAYZ. Connie Temple’s heart had swelled with pride for what she had learned of her son, Sam. And crashed into despair with tales of her other son, her unacknowledged child, Caine. Then, nothing. No other kids arrived for a while. Black despair settled over the families as they realized that it would be only these two. Months passed. Many lost faith. How could kids survive alone? But then, the Prophetess had reached into their dreams. One night Connie Temple had a lurid, incredible dream. She’d never had such a detailed dream. It was terrifying. The power of it took her breath away. There was a girl in that dream. This girl spoke to her in the dream. It’s a dream, the girl said. Yes, just a dream, Connie had answered. Not just a dream. Never say “just” a dream, the girl had corrected. A dream is a window to another reality. Who are you? Connie had asked. My name is Orsay. I know your son. Connie had been about to say, Which one? But some instinct stopped her. The girl did not look dangerous. She looked hungry. Do you have a message for Sam? the girl asked. Yes, Connie said. Tell him to let them go. Let them go. Let them go off into the red sunset.