She knew what it was—she had succumbed to that profound drive shared by all creatures who are faced with death—the drive to seek immortality through progeny. The fertility drive of the species had overpowered them.
İt'rail Putu Neden Sahiplenir? Düşünün Bakalım...
İtrail Dışişleri Bakanı Erdoğan'a:
"Osmanlı İmparatorluğu'nu yeniden inşa etmek isteyen Erdoğan, İsrail'e yönelik saldırı ve iftiralarını bugün Parlamentolararası Kudüs Platformu Konferansı'nda da sürdürdü. Müslüman Kardeşler'in bir adamı olan Erdoğan, İsrail'i yok etmek, Kudüs'ü fethetmek ve Müslüman dünyasına liderlik etmek istiyor. Erdoğan, Relişı ve Kurluş dizilerini izlemeye ve hayal kurmaya devam edin. İsrail bir haçlı imparatorluğu değildir ve İsrail'in başkenti Kudüs de Konstantinopolis değildir. Kudüs sonsuza kadar Yahudi halkının başkenti olarak kalacaktır. Gerçeklerle yüzleşin ve Türkiye'yi karanlık yerlere sürüklemeyi bırakın, Atatürk'ün mirasını ve Türk milletini utandırıyorsunuz!"
Zionist Foreign Minister to Erdogan:
“Erdogan, who wants to rebuild the Ottoman Empire, continued his attacks and slanders against Israel today at the Inter-Parliamentary Jerusalem Platform Conference. Erdogan, a man of the Muslim Brotherhood, wants to destroy Israel, conquer Jerusalem and lead the Muslim world. Erdogan, keep watching the Relishi and Kurdish TV series and keep dreaming. Israel is not a crusader empire and Jerusalem, the capital of Israel, is not Constantinople. Jerusalem will forever remain the capital of the Jewish people. Face the facts and stop dragging Turkey into dark places, you are shaming Atatürk's legacy and the Turkish nation!”
A seven year and two month old female patient was brought by her mother to the outpatient clinic of child psychiatry with a complaint of stretching by flexing the legs and rubbing on objects. According to the information acquired from the mother, this behaviour started first when she was 3 years of age. Previously, she was rubbing on her bed and
Chapter Six / A New Friend
"I'm sorry. We forgot to look," Naledi explained.
"It's not you who should be sorry!" said the young woman forcefully. "They should be sorry, those stupid people! Why shouldn't we use any bus? When our buses are full, their buses are half empty. Don't you be sorry!"
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"We don’t have a choice who we fall in love with. But staying in love and making
it work isn’t something that happens by chance—that’s a choice."
Just as Tetlock says of the best forecasters, it is not what they think, but how they think. The best forecasters are high in active open-mindedness. They are also extremely curious, and don't merely consider contrary ideas, they proactively cross disciplines looking for them. "Depth can be inadequate without breadth," wrote Jonathan Baron, the psychologist who developed measurements of active open-mindedness.
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"Be careful around men in positions of power who give you something you didn’t earn—they’re going to expect you to earn it after the fact, in a way you won’t like.”
Let’s try a little thought experiment. Imagine you’re playing shogi, and all of a sudden, your opponent starts moving pieces around however he wants with no rhyme or reason. And then, without even capturing your king, he looks at you as if to say, How’s that? I won.
…How did you react? Could it be that you wanted to punch him in the face? But can you think of a game where everyone plays that way? That’s right—that’s reality.
—Games and real life are different? No shit. We have a few words for the people who smugly state the obvious: Don’t even try to compare them, n00b.
One of the ironies of the history of the Kurds is that it has always been the educated elite who have dreamt of freedom, of a state of their own, of a Kurdistan transcending borders: yet it has always been the tribes who have had real power, the ability to change things, and there has always been an antagonism between the two groups.
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"in whatever manner it comes to be, love is never wrong, especially between one who has so much of it to give, and one so desperately in need of it"
Quora
Postmodernism is an intellectual dead end; it’s central premise seems to be derived from a saying of Nietzsche’s, “There are no facts; only interpretations”, which is thought to mean that each one of us views “reality” through our individual perspective. This is true to a degree, but as with so many aphorisms, there are limits to its validity;
'' Question for you, Neil. Do I look dead to you?" He pointed up at his face, waited for Neil to answer, and didn't seem surprised when Neil didn't. "Here."
Andrew beckoned Neil closer as if he wanted to show Neil something on his phone's small screen. He flipped the phone open one-handed and pressed down hard on a single button. There was silence, then the distant hum of Andrew's phone dialing out. Between them Neil's phone started to sing. The words were different than Andrew's ringtone, but the voice was the same. Neil knew it was from the same miserable song. The lyrics hurt just as much as Andrew's had. Neil stared down at the phone and let it ring.
"Your phone is ringing," Andrew said. "You should answer it."
Neil picked it up with numb fingers and opened it. He spared only a second to look at Andrew's name on the screen before he answered and put it to his ear.
"Your parents are dead, you are not fine, and nothing is going to be okay," Andrew said. "This is not news to you. But from now until May you are still Neil Josten and I am still the man who said he would keep you alive.
"I don't care if you use this phone tomorrow. I don't care if you never use it again. But you are going to keep it on you because one day you might need it." Andrew put a finger to the underside of Neil's chin and forced Neil's head up until they were looking at each other. "On that day you're not going to run. You're going to think about what I promised you and you're going to make the call. Tell me you understand."
“So, yeah, my people figured that maybe there's something at the back of it all, a creator, a great spirit, and so we say thank you to it, because it's always good to say thank you. But we never built churches. We didn't need to. The land was the church. The land was the religion. The land was older and wiser than the people who walked on it.”
“The finest line of poetry ever uttered in the history of this whole damn country was said by Canada Bill Jones in 1853, in Baton Rouge, while he was being robbed blind in a crooked game of faro. George Devol, who was, like Canada Bill, not a man who was averse to fleecing the odd sucker, drew Bill aside and asked him if he couldn't see that the game was crooked. And Canada Bill sighed, and shrugged his shoulders, and said, 'I know. But it's the only game in town.' And he went back to the game.”