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The means have murdered the end.
Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
The burning soul, the burden'd mind,
In books alone companions find.
Ends are for yesterdays, not tomorrows." Dor
In everything the ends well defined are the secret of durable success.
the means one uses today shape the ends one might perhaps reach tomorrow
I love you Ender. More than ever. No matter what you decide.
Arms are my ornaments, warfare my repose.
Show us not the aim without the way.
For ends and means on earth are so entangled
That changing one, you change the other too;
Each different path brings other ends in view
Ender understood more than she said. Manipulation of gravity was one thing; deception by the officers was another; but the most important message was this: the adults are the enemy, not the other armies. They do not tell us the truth.
The richest of all lords is Use,
And ruddy Health the loftiest Muse.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea,
Drink the wild air's salubrity.
Witticisms are fire-arms, that make a noise and give pain ...
The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.
where power intersects with pleasure, there is danger. Adepts
Not only a countess but a nymph of the greenwood,
The end is nothing, the road is all
Fate is a hunter. Engines
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends
It gives a lovely light!
English dragoons
But most of those to whom Ender's Game feels most important are those who, like me, feel themselves to be perpetually outside their most beloved communities, never able to come inside and feel confident of belonging.
I am mountains that crush. I am waves that crash. I am storms that shatter. I am the end.
Having seen and felt the end, you have willed the means to the realization of the end.
Gipsies, who every ill can cure,
Except the ill of being poor
Who charms 'gainst love and agues sell,
Who can in hen-roost set a spell,
Prepar'd by arts, to them best known
To catch all feet except their own,
Who, as to fortune, can unlock it,
As easily as pick a pocket.
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
I will perform the function of a whetstone, which is about to restore sharpness to iron, though itself unable to cut.
[Lat., Fungar vice cotis, acutum
Reddere quae ferrum valet, exsors ipsi secandi.]
Intemperance is a dangerous companion. It throws many people off their guard, betrays them to a great many indecencies, to ruinous passions, to disadvantages in fortune; makes them discover secrets, drive foolish bargains, engage in play, and often to stagger from the tavern to the stews.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column and the cups
That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.
I collect my tools: sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing, intellect. Night has fallen ...
The end is where we begin..
Like other beautiful things in this world, its end (that of a shaft) is to be beautiful; and, in proportion to its beauty, it receives permission to be otherwise useless. We do not blame emeralds and rubies because we cannot make them into heads of hammers.
Rocking on a lazy billow
With roaming eyes,
Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
Thou art now wise.
Wake the power within thee slumbering,
Trim the plot that's in thy keeping,
Thou wilt bless the task when reaping
Sweet labour's prize.
Eros the melter of limbs (now again) stirs me -
sweetbitter unmanageable creature who steals in
Ends are for yesterday, not tomorrows.
Curs'd be that wretch (Death's factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man's left to epitomize!
I will remember this, thought Ender, when I am defeated. To keep dignity, and give honor where it's due, so that defeat is not disgrace. And I hope I don't have to do it often.
Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.
It was probably no accident that it was the cripple Hephaestus who made ingenious machines; a normal man didn't have to hoist or jack himself over hindrances by means of cranks, chains and metal parts. Then it was in the line of human advance that Einhorn could do so much.
AOE/Axsys The magic machine.
There was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their
The end for which we are created invites us to walk a road that is surely sown with a lot of thorns, but it is not sad; through even the sorrow, it is illuminated by joy.
To hallow'd duty
Here with a loyal and heroic heart,
Bind we our lives.
In my end is my beginning
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long high snowdrifts in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.
Eleutheria, the fire is burning. Eleutheria, the tables are turning.
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things, ...
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
Fate wings, with every wish, the afflictive dart,
Each gift of nature, and each grace of art.
A woman of intense feeling, head thrown back, hair wild, lips open upon a cry of unbelievable pleasure.
The enchanted.
A warrior both disciplined and passionate, his whole being focused in the moment.
The enchanter.
Now he is bending down to her, drinking her cries ...
Ah me! what hand can pencil guide, or pen, To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates, Who to the awe-struck world unlocked Elysium's gates?
Bad Fortune!" cries The Vengeance, stamping her foot in the chair, "and here are the tumbrils! And Evremonde will be despatched in a wink, and she not here! See her knitting in my hand, and her empty chair ready for her. I cry with vexation and disappointment!
Wherein cunning, but in craft? Wherein crafty, but in villainy? Wherein villainous, but in all things? Wherein worthy, but in nothing?
Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, ease after war, death after life, doth greatly please ...
The means prepare the end, and the end is what the means have made of it.
Aspirations pure and high Strength to do and to endure Heir of all the Ages, I Lo! I am no longer poor!
The end is inherent in the means.
We sell the thrones of angels for a short and turbulent pleasure.
I want to be your end, but you gotta let it begin.
I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.
Nothing in the world of so good use, as the least dram of grace.
I'll become exactly the tool you want me to be, said Ender silently, but at least I wont be fooled into it. I'll do it because I choose to, not because you tricked me, you sly bastard.
Who would not be pleased at carrying lamps helpfully through the darkness?
Who entereth herein, a conqueror hath bin; Who slayeth the dragon, the shield he shall win.
If our web be framed with rotten handles, when our loom is well nigh done, our work is new to begin. God send the weaver true prentices again, and let them be denizens.
Fill your armoury with arrows of courage!
The power to kill is the only power that matters.
-Enders game.
And now I wish I hadn't been civil, because he says he shall not despair! He is as stupid as Endymion!"
"No, no!" said Alverstoke soothingly. "Nobody could be as stupid as Endymion!
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,
what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!
Agreements. Specifically, a treaty ratified by all the orders of whimsical like forms who dwell here that affords a measure of security for mortal caretakers. In a world where mortal man has become the dominant force, most creatures of enchantment have fled to refuges like this one.
He says tools but somebody will mention the cutting edges of things and one will see billhook, scythe, fauchard, debris, wood chips and sketches all entangled like words in summertime, when crickets and corn, lives and vines, sunflowers and stormy hours touch and quench one another.
O blessed bounty, giving ail content!
The only fautress of all noble arts
That lend'st success to every good intent.
A grace that rests in the most godlike hearts,
By heav'n to none but happy souls infus'd
Pity it is, that e'er thou wast abus'd.
Good King Wenceslas tastes great; We might as well eat Stephen, When the brains lay round about, Toasted crisp and bleedin'. Brightly shown the moon that night, Though the virus cruel. When a poor man came in sight, He made fine undead fuel.
The iron heart that does not bleed The iron wing that does not break They exist, here and now
What have I to do with plows? I cut another furrow than you see.
The black and merciless things that are behind the great possessions.
I would follow such beauty, said something inside Ender. I would see as those eyes see.
Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom
Gray stones for Abnegation, water for Erudite, earth for Amity, lit coals for Dauntless, and glass for Candor.
It [seed of doubt] made Ender listen more carefully to what people meant, instead of what they said. It made him wise. (Ender's Game, page 111)
To be an end in myself is to bring an end to myself.
Be he poor, be he friendless,here he may acquire distinction, the reward of merit alone. Knowledge to him will here unfold her ample page; all the spoils of time, all the treasures of thought, and all the bright domains of a glorious future, may here become his.
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent?
The jealous keys of truth's eternal doors.
In my beginning is my end.
For what are the triumphs of war, planned by ambition, executed by violence, and consummated by devastation? The means are the sacrifice of many, the end, the bloated aggrandizement of the few.
Here be dragons.
Live loath'd and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time flies
Cap and knee slaves, vapors, and minute jacks.
Enchancers are my pride, i do everything for them
Go! dive into the Southern Sea, and when
Th'ast found, to trouble the nice sight of men,
A swelling pearl, and such whose single worth
Boasts all the wonders which the seas bring forth,
Give it Endymion's love, whose ev'ry tear
Would more enrich the skilful jeweller.
The End is included among goods of the soul, and not among external goods.
Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell
Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red
Reverberance of hail upon the dead
Thunder like an exploding crucible!
the cloak of Sorrow: O
i am a silk field of vulnerability.
For what shall I wield a dagger, O Lord?
What can I pluck it out of,
Or plunge it into,
When you are all the world?
Lat take a cat, and fostre him wel with milk, And tendre flesh, and make his couche of silk, And let him seen a mous go by the wal; Anon he weyveth milk, and flesh, and al, And every deyntee that is in that hous, Swich appetyt hath he to ete a mous.
Take heede of an oxe before, of an horse behind, of a monke on all sides.
Extremity is the trier of spirits.
There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul.
Acquaintance; companion;
One dear brilliant woman;
The best-endowed, the elect,
All by their youth undone,
All, all, by that inhuman
Bitter glory wrecked.