Parts of you are phobic of anger and generally terrified and ashamed of angry dissociative parts. There is often tremendous conflict between anger-avoidant and anger-fixated parts of an individual. Thus, an internal and perpetual cycle of rage-shame-...
There is no medicine or other intervention that appears to be nearly as effective as exercise in maintaining or even bumping up a person's cognitive abilities.
I’m going to be a warrior,” Jaybird said to Mouse. She flew beside him as he walked through tall grasses and rolling hills. Mouse cocked his head. “Oh? How’s that?” “I’ll find a teacher,” said Jay. “I’ll train and train and become...
If we do not push ourselves enough, we do not grow, but if we push ourselves too much, we regress. What is enough will change, depending on where we are and what we are doing. In that sense, the present moment is always some kind of beginning.
The fundamental problem here is the continued over-identification with doing. By attempting to “do” The Leap, the practitioner is attempting the impossible (as doing and being point to two different realms). Thus far your training has been largel...
As with Dutchy and Carmine on the train, this little cluster of women has become a kind of family to me. Like an abandoned foal that nestles against cows in the barnyard, maybe I just need to feel the warmth of belonging. And if I'm not going to find...
Perhaps the most important thing I learned was about democracy, that democracy is not our government, our constitution, our legal structure. Too often they are enemies of democracy.
If I'm going to be honest with you, when I trained at school, I feel like I was training to be a chameleon. I want to be that versatile actor who can do anything - that's why you learn fifty different dialects, you do Shakespeare, you do commedia, yo...
The truth is, we tend to train people how we want to be treated. If others know you have wishy-washy boundaries then they are free to walk all over you; the results…you become a doormat. We have actually trained others to do this when we will allow...
Astrid: [hits Snotlout on the helmet] What are you doing, Snotlout? They're gonna win now! Snotlout: She's my princess! Whatever she wants, she gets! Astrid: [confused] Ruffnut? Didn't she try to bury you alive? Snotlout: Only for a few hours!
Astrid: [about Toothless] I bet he's really frightened now... what are you gonna do about it? Hiccup: Ehhh... probably something stupid. Astrid: Good, but you've already done that... Hiccup: [after a pause] Then something crazy...! [he runs off] Astr...
Stoick: [presenting Hiccup with a helmet] Your mother would have wanted you to have it. It's half of her breastplate. [Hiccup quickly takes his hand off the helmet] Stoick: [tapping his own helmet] Matching set. Keeps her... keeps her close, you know...
Gobber: Oh, nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off! Hiccup: Who, me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste! They wouldn't know what to do with... all this! [gesturing to himself and flexing] Gobber: Well, they ne...
[Toothless shoot the plasma blast to the Green Death] Hiccup: Ruff, Tuff, watch your backs! Move Fishlegs! Tuffnut: Look at us! We're on a dragon. We're on a dragons! All of us. Hiccup: Up! Let's move it. Gobber: Every bit the boar-headed stubborn Vi...
Neal: [Comes back to Chicago rail station to find Del sitting alone] Del, what are you doing here? You said you were going home, what are you doing here? Del: I uh... I don't have a home. Marie's been dead for eight years.
Gus: Del Griffith! How the hell are ya? Del: Well, I'm still a million bucks shy of bein' a millionaire. [Both laugh] Del: Gus, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine. This is Neal Page from Chicago. Neal, this is Gus Mooney. Neal: Hi. Gus: Glad ...
I came to my first Colts training camp in July of 1950, and it was murder, absolute murder. We had a coach named Clem Crow who must have been nuts. You got to remember that I'd been a Marine, had gone through basic training and spent 26 months in the...
There was gray train smoke over the town most days, it smelled of travel, of transcontinental trains about to flash by, of important things about to happen. The train smell sounded the ‘A’ for Lamptown and then a treble chord of frying hamburger ...
Training?'Clary echoed."But we trained yesterday." "Some of us have to train everyday,Clary."Jace didnt sound angry,but there was a harshness to his tone,and Clary flushed."Ill see you later,"he added without looking at her,and practically flung hims...
There is no "wrong train.
My duty as a teacher is to train, educate future programmers.
