I don't remember ordering the bride of an evil maniac," said Magnus. "It was definitely beef and broccoli. What about you, Tessa? Did you order the bride of an evil maniac?
In any given culture and at any given moment, there is always only one 'episteme' that defines the conditions of possibility of all knowledge, whether expressed in theory or silently invested in a practice.
We are not meant to die merely in order to be dead. God could not want that for the creatures to whom He has given the breath of life. We die in order to live.
The heart has its order, the mind has its own, which uses principles and demonstrations. The heart has a different one. We do not prove that we ought to be loved by setting out in order the causes of love; that would be absurd.
I wish success could be ordered like delivery pizza, because I’d order take out.
One can observe that such changes in the breath are the direct result of your reaction to thoughts. If you can simply dismiss the thoughts by giving them no value then the breathing will find its own medium and become subtle.
I used to tell young preachers, in order to preach you've got to have the power of God on your life. Now I tell them, in order to tie your shoes you've got to have the power of God on your life.
By the way, I don't mean to pick nits here, but Obama has just ordered the flag at half-mast for 10 days for Mandela. He did not order the flag at half-mast at all for Lady Thatcher.
Most of us function under the model we have to get something in order to do something, in order to be something. If this happens, then I will be happy. And I'm suggesting to you that we live our entire lives based on that model, and that model is fun...
To me, the excitement is in ordering a fine shotgun, going through the process that everybody who has bought one has gone through for 100 years. You order it, you make a significant down payment, and then you wait three or four years for the gun to b...
I gave myself permission to feel and experience all of my emotions. In order to do that, I had to stop being afraid to feel. In order to do that, I taught myself to believe that no matter what I felt or what happened when I felt it, I would be okay.
When narratives fracture, when words fail, I take consolation from the part of my life that always works: the stationery order. The mail-order stationery people supply every need from royal blue Quink to a dazzling variety of portable hard drives.
Therefore we will not listen to the source itself in order to learn what it is or what it means, but rather to the turns of speech, the allegories, figures, metaphors, as you will, into which the source has deviated, in order to lose it or rediscover...
Lord Voldemort: [to Dumbledore via Harry's voice] You've lost, old man. Harry Potter: [to Voldemort] You're the weak one. And you'll never know love,or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
Ron Weasley: Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I have ever met. If I'm ever rude to you... Hermione Granger: I'll know you've gone back to normal.
Dolores Umbridge: [during an inspection] You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, is that correct? Severus Snape: Yes. Dolores Umbridge: But you were unsuccessful? Severus Snape: [with annoyance in voice] Obviously.
Sirius Black: I want you to take the others and get out of here. Harry Potter: What? No, I'm staying with you! Sirius Black: You've done beautifully. Now let me take it from here.
Fred Weasley: You know, George, I've always felt out futures lay outside the world of academic achievement. George Weasley: Fred, I've been thinking exactly the same thing.
Severus Snape: You're just like your father. Lazy, arrogant... Harry Potter: Don't say a word against my father! Severus Snape: Harry Potter: I'm not weak! Severus Snape: Then prove it!
Albus Dumbledore: [looking up at Fudge] Charges? Cornelius Fudge: The Charges to the accused are as follows: that he did willingly, and in the full knowledge of the illegality of his actions, perform a Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle.
Dolores Umbridge: [holding clipboard and smiling at Trelawney] Could you please predict something for me? Sybil Trelawney: [stops teaching and looks over at Umbridge with a surprised and unhappy face] I'm sorry?
