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Sink every impulse like a bolt. Secure
The bastion of sensation. Do not waver
Into language. Do not waver in it.
I know not what quintessence of all this mixture, which, seizing my whole will, carried it to plunge and lose itself in his, and that having seized his whole will, brought it back with equal concurrence and appetite to plunge and lose itself in mine.
Empty your cup so that it may be filled; become devoid to gain totality.
He who attempts to make others believe in means which he himself despises is a puffer; he who makes use of more means than he knows to be necessary is a quack; and he who ascribes to those means a greater efficacy than his own experience warrants is an impostor.
It is the act of unfocusing your mind and inducing an inner fog to escape the responsibility of judgment - on the unstated premise that a thing will not exist if only you refuse to identify it, that A will not be A so long as you do not pronounce the verdict 'It is.
We get on now with a lighter step, and quicker: ridicule is found to be more convincing than argument, imaginary agonies touch more than true sorrows, and monthly novels convince, when learned quartos fail to do so.
Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.
Perfume: any smell that is used to drown a worse one.
I'm not going to lose you, Kaylee. No matter what I have to do, or whom I have to fight. Even if that means quashing your vexing tendencies toward self-sacrifice." Tod said.
"Did you just say 'vexing'?" Nash asked.
Tod scowled. "Nothing else seemed to fit. I stand by my word choice.
I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ...
to take steps to avoid
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on th' other.
A little impatience (carefully applied and infused with
WOKING (vb.) To enter the kitchen with the precise determination to perform something only to forget what it is just before you do it.
The Infusion of a China plant sweetened with the pith of an Indian Cane.
The hasty stroke oft goes astray.
attempting to block progress.
Precedents are treated by powerful minds as fetters with which to bind down the weak, as reasons with which to mistify the moderately informed, and as reeds which they themselves fearlessly break through whenever new combinations and difficult emergencies demand their highest efforts.
What was scattered, gathers.
What was gathered, blows away
Harsh reproof is like a violent storm, soon washed down the channel; but friendly admonitions, like a small shower, pierce deep, and bring forth better reformation.
To set the cause above renown.
It is the tendency of deep feeling to subdue the manner rather than to render it too energetic.
Clearing away the excess whittles life down to its bare essence, revealing purity of heart, integrity of character and inspiration of purpose,
Pour, varlet, pour the water
The water steaming hot!
A spoonful for each man of us
Another for the pot!
A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld, - The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, - Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.
Bottling up his malice to be suppressed and brought out with increased violence.
How can you build on such a quicksand? Their most trivial action may mean volumes, or their most extraordinary conduct may depend upon a hairpin or a curling tongs.
When a true purpose refuses to breathe, it suffocates to its ebb and death!
The elimination of the will altogether and the switching off of the emotions all and sundry, is tantamount to the elimination of reason: intellectual castration.
Control, edit and distill.
Canoodling, I see.
Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen ...
I lay sweating, shaking, doing my best to quell the overwhelming need
to extinguish the dark flame inside me.
A flame that burns brighter, hotter, stronger each day.
A fire so insatiable it'll consume everything in its path.
I'm sayng people can be real creative when it comes to ducking resposibility"
Mr Fox, talking about Mr Jeckyl & Mr Hyde
Draw a breath,
a deep breath,
now hold it, my friends,
hold it long
for the world
the world drowns.
Engulfment is a moment of hypnosis.
Cast out pride and vanity; have no thought of trying to rule over others or of outdoing them.
The curious alchemy of cookery, that process of making the transfer of life from one being to another palatable.
Strong determination makes the distination shine.
Who can (make) the muddy water (clear)?
Wafted by a favouring gale
As one sometimes is in trances,
To a height that few can scale,
Save by long and weary dances
Surrender to the flow.
What hath quenched them hath given me fire
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water
Wings of PURIFICATION
Here. Tea." Reagan hands me a steaming mug. One sip tells me it's not just tea.
"You spiked the drink of an injured person," I state flatly, the alcohol burning in my throat.
"Who does that?"
"It's better than what a lame horse gets,
Act non-action; undertake no undertaking; taste the tasteless.
When being is divorced from doing, pious thoughts become an adequate substitute for washing dirty feet.
It is time to buddle (scrub in water) all that is not illutile (unwash-awayable). Baudelaire said that humans were deluded if they thought they could wash away all their spots with vile tears, but Baudelaire was French and therefore knew nothing about hygiene or shower gel.
If you are aware of the kind of hunger, regrets and frustrations that follows rumpy pumpy, you would stir clear from hanky panky.
Let's not muddy the brook ; Perhaps a pigeon is drinking water at a distance, Or a pitcher is being filled in a village, Or a dervish may be dipping dry bread in the brook.
The folk upstream understand the water.
They did not muddy the brook. We also must not muddy the brook...
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
At banquets surfeit not, but fill; partake, and retire; and eat not again till you crave.
Mixing is figuring out what is essential to the moment and subordinating everything else
It's when you hide things that you choke on them.
The bowl dispels corroding cares.
The fires pool and strut; they flow up the sides of the ramparts like tides; they splash into alleys, over rooftops, through a carpark. Smoke chases dust; ash chases smoke. A newsstand floats, burning.
Coquetry, it's a triumph of the spirit over the senses.
When virtue is banished, ambition invades the minds of those who are disposed to receive it and avarice possesses the whole community.
A concentrated phenomenon based on vague motives.
Repose, v.i. To cease from troubling.
Do not crowd the understanding; it can comprehend so much and no more. A pint pot will not contain the measure of a quart.
it, something naughty, secretive, forbidden, thrilling. It's like a spell, of sorts. It deflates them, reduces them to the common denominator where they can be dealt with.
The transformation which occurs in the cauldron is quintessential and wondrous, subtle and delicate. The mouth cannot express it in words.
The first stage of this tranquility consists in silencing the lips when the heart is excited. The second, in silencing the mind when the soul is still excited. The goal is a perfect peacefulness even in the middle of the raging storm.
Purification is but the cleaning of the lamp-glass which hides the Light
At the end of your story, you get down to the purity of it all. It's like distilling something.
How loose the silk. How jailed down the juice.
Whatever came from being
is caught up in being, drunkenly
forgetting the way back
Knowledge is an excellent drug; but no drug has virtue enough to preserve itself from corruption and decay, if the vessel be tainted and impure wherein it is put to keep.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose you resolved to effect.
Wonder - the sensation of being whisked out of time and space ... to be bathed in ... epiphanous delight.
Something among dusty shelves of ordered certitudes long divorced from reality, desiccating peacefully, as if a breath of that air which sees injustice done
The destructive character knows only one watchword: make room; only one activity: clearing away ...
The destructive character is young and cheerful. For destroying rejuvenates in clearing away traces of our own age ...
It's good Feng Shui.' 'What's that?' 'It's Chinese for throwing out your crap.
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.
And be it gash or gold it will not come
Again in this identical disguise.
Bodies are cleansed by water; the mind is purified by truth.
You know how we make a Scotch and water in this home?"
"No, sir," Gus said.
"We pour Scotch into a glass and then call to mind thoughts of water, and then we mix the actual Scotch with the abstracted idea of water.
Where there is no strife there is decay: 'The mixture which is not shaken decomposes.'
Shaken and not stirred.
Renunciation, or refusing to identify with that which one gathers (however precious it may be), is the ultimate doorway to knowing.
Subduing and subdued, the petty strife, Which clouds the colour of domestic life; The sober comfort, all the peace which springs From the large aggregate of little things; On these small cares of daughter, wife or friend, The almost sacred joys of home depend.
Whatever amuses, serves to kill time, to lull the faculties, and to banish reflection. Whatever entertains, usually awakens the understanding or gratifies the fancy. Whatever diverts, is lively in its nature, and sometimes tumultuous in its effects.
That which is meddling, touching everything,
ingenuity. "This
When a scene is shrouded in mist, it seems greater, nobler, and heightens the viewers' imaginative powers, increasing expectation -
like a veiled girl. Generally the eye and the imagination are more readily drawn by nebulous distance than by what is perfectly plain for all to see
Jump the well, and find the Dry. Means loss your self or prove your self.
Both the vessel and the receiver must be chosen carefully according to the nature of the ting to be distilled.
Action is coarsened thought; thought becomes concrete, obscure, and unconscious.
Washing, this modern behind the ears nonsense.
suppressed hysteria.
Cleanse the fountain if you would purify the streams.
The roots and herbes beaten and put into new ale or beer and daily drunk, cleareth, strengtheneth and quickeneth the sight of the eyes.
Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on.
Mitigate and credible and credulous. What this means
The jar of oil is sacred anointing
They drank with quiet determination, avoiding serious discussions of troubling news. In doing this they added a small, sullen silence to the larger, hollow one. It made an alloy of sorts, a counterpoint.
When the remarkable becomes bizarre, reason turns rancid.