Seer Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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join-me-i039m-your-seer-appear
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but-remember-i-am-no-politician-no-seer-into-souls
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and-the-lord-spake-unto-gad-davids-seer-saying
if-you-are-seer-whenever-you-meet-man-you-will-see-all-that-he-owns-ay-much-that-he-pretends-to-disown-behind-him-henry-david-thoreau
heavenly-damnation-so-thou-shalt-trust-the-seer
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you-can-never-win-as-sightseer-somebody-else-more-often-than-not-first-person-you-meet-when-you-get-back-home-has-been-there-before-you-alan-brien
yoga-is-the-cessation-of-the-movements-of-the-mind-then-there-is-abiding-in-the-seers-own-form
the-artist-is-kind-seer-by-nature-he-is-optimistic-because-he-believes-in-future-roy-decarava
well-done-sister-blind-seer-said-i-look-forward-to-meeting-this-one-above-ones-now-you-must-make-ready-i-course-am-already-perfect-jane-lindskold
then-saul-drew-near-to-samuel-in-the-gate-and-said-tell-me-i-pray-thee-where-the-seers-house-is
the-poet-makes-himself-seer-through-long-vast-painstaking-derangement-all-senses-arthur-rimbaud
a-serious-prophet-upon-predicting-flood-should-be-first-man-to-climb-tree-this-would-demonstrate-that-he-was-indeed-seer-stephen-crane
and-as-they-went-up-the-hill-to-the-city-they-found-young-maidens-going-out-to-draw-water-and-said-unto-them-is-the-seer-here
in-enlightenment-seer-seen-disappear-or-more-accurately-are-seen-through-as-illusions-in-reality-they-were-never-there-apart-from-being-concept-misunderstanding-enza-vita
in-eyes-seer-every-leaf-tree-is-page-holy-book-contains-divine-revelation-hazrat-inayat-khan
what-is-trust-sidheseer-but-expectation-that-another-will-behave-in-certain-fashion-consistent-with-prior-actions-karen-marie-moning
also-amaziah-said-unto-amos-o-thou-seer-go-flee-thee-away-into-the-land-of-judah-and-there-eat-bread-and-prophesy-there
joseph-smith-prophet-seer-lord-has-done-more-save-jesus-only-for-salvation-men-in-this-world-than-any-other-man-that-ever-lived-in-it-sam-smith
youre-wondering-soul-looking-for-peace-that-doesnt-exist-lost-you-will-be-until-you-find-one-inner-truth-we-can-never-hide-from-what-we-are-the-sherrilyn-kenyon
one-needs-seers-vision-angels-voice-to-be-any-avail-i-do-not-know-any-indian-man-woman-today-who-has-those-gifts-in-their-most-complete-measure
only-seer-lover-would-know-that-im-making-jewelry-words-for-you-drawn-from-your-essence-to-flash-burn-with-your-fire-you-can-bedazzle-with-your-own-light-john-geddes
for-his-part-blind-seer-had-no-difficulty-accepting-idleness-a-wolf-proverb-stated-hunt-when-hungry-sleep-when-not-for-hunger-always-returns-jane-lindskold
a-seers-moon-sirens-tears-nineteen-mortal-wayward-fears-incubus-graves-caster-rivers-the-final-page-end-delivers-kami-garcia
i-say-that-true-artistseer-heavenly-fool-who-can-does-produce-beauty-is-mainly-dazzled-to-death-by-his-own-scruples-blinding-shapes-colors-his-own-sacred-human-consciousness-jd-s
for-when-david-was-up-in-the-morning-the-word-of-the-lord-came-unto-the-prophet-gad-davids-seer-saying
king-hezekiah-his-officials-ordered-levites-to-praise-lord-with-words-david-asaph-seer-so-they-sang-praises-with-gladness-bowed-their-heads-2-chronicles-2930
give-thy-mind-to-books-libraries-literature-lore-ages-will-give-thee-wisdom-sage-seer-newell-dwight-hillis
beauty-is-not-reflection-your-image-but-reflection-seers-inner-vision-debasish-mridha
the-other-side-midnights-hour-strikes-herald-thrice-rung-seer-shadow-suntogether-they-come-sixteen-winters-hence-light-shall-be-eclipsed-leaving-alyson-noel
in-sumatra-someone-wishes-to-receive-doctorate-in-prophecy-the-master-seer-who-administers-his-exam-asks-if-he-will-fail-pass-candidate-replies-that-he-will-fail-one-can-already-
i-dont-care-whether-people-believe-me-to-be-prophet-seer-revelator-not-i-have-been-profitable-to-this-people-i-have-seen-good-many-things-i-have-revealed-many-things
as-seer-i-naturally-can-see-evolutionary-potential-being-but-potential-will-not-necessarily-be-actualized-a-particular-being-will-not-necessarily-frederick-lenz
dies-iral-dies-illa-solvet-saeclum-in-favilla-teste-david-cum-silylla-that-day-wrath-that-day-burning-seer-sibly-speak-concerning-all-world-to-ashes-turning-george-smith
i-am-here-to-enjoy-life-i-am-not-here-to-suffer-i-am-here-to-be-dreamer-to-be-artist-to-be-seer-the-mission-my-life-is-to-enjoy-every-single-miguel-angel-ruiz
all-these-were-the-sons-of-heman-the-kings-seer-in-the-words-of-god-to-lift-up-the-horn-and-god-gave-to-heman-fourteen-sons-and-three-daughters
all-these-were-sons-heman-kings-seer-they-were-given-him-through-promises-god-to-exalt-him-god-gave-heman-fourteen-sons-three-daughters-1-chronicles-255
The hit-woman opened the door. No dead body on the floor. Thank God. I heard an unearthly roar and then Jordan charged Liz from where she'd been hiding beside the door. She tackled her to the floor and stabbed her through the wrist with a small switchblade. The hit-woman shrieked and let go of the gun, allowing Jordan precious seconds to bat it across the room. She landed a couple hard punches to the assassin's nose, bloodying it, before the other woman got the upper hand. She grabbed a handful of Jordan's ponytail and slammed her head into the edge of the coffee table. Jordan cried out, but didn't let go of the knife. She withdrew it and held it against the assassin's throat, shouting, 'Move again and I'll kill you, puta!' Liz panted madly, but stayed put. Jordan glanced up at me. 'You okay?' 'Alive, ' I said through a grimace. 'Not okay.' 'Good enough.' She returned her gaze to the woman pinned beneath her and glared. 'The police are on their way. And not the nice, human police. Angels. Get any ideas about trying to kill me again and you won't even get to deal with them.' 'I've been in jail before, ' Liz said, attempting to recapture her former arrogance. 'I'll get over it.' Jordan leaned down a few inches, lowering her voice. 'Really? How'd you like to return without your tongue?' Liz's eyes went wide, as did mine. 'You wouldn't dare.' 'You shot my best friend. Multiple times. Lex talionis.' 'You can't kill me. You're not a policewoman. You're just a girl.' 'No. I'm a Seer. You and the rest of your friends had better learn the difference between a sheep and a wolf in sheep's clothing. Until then... ' She lifted her fist and punched Liz hard in the temple. The assassin went out like a light. 'Vaya con dios, bitch.

Kyoko M.
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When tragedy established itself in England it did so in terms of plots and spectacle that had much more to do with medieval apocalypse than with the mythos and opsis of Aristotle. Later, tragedy itself succumbs to the pressure of 'demythologizing'; the End itself, in modern literary plotting loses its downbeat, tonic-and-dominant finality, and we think of it, as the theologians think of Apocalypse, as immanent rather than imminent. Thus, as we shall see, we think in terms of crisis rather than temporal ends; and make much of subtle disconfirmation and elaborate peripeteia. And we concern ourselves with the conflict between the deterministic pattern any plot suggests, and the freedom of persons within that plot to choose and so to alter the structure, the relation of beginning, middle, and end. Naively predictive apocalypses implied a strict concordance between beginning, middle, and end. Thus the opening of the seals had to correspond to recorded historical events. Such a concordance remains a deeply desired object, but it is hard to achieve when the beginning is lost in the dark backward and abysm of time, and the end is known to be unpredictable. This changes our views of the patterns of time, and in so far as our plots honour the increased complexity of these ways of making sense, it complicates them also. If we ask for comfort from our plots it will be a more difficult comfort than that which the archangel offered Adam: How soon hath thy prediction, Seer blest, Measur'd this transient World, the race of Time, Till time stands fix'd. But it will be a related comfort. In our world the material for an eschatology is more elusive, harder to handle. It may not be true, as the modern poet argues, that we must build it out of 'our loneliness and regret'; the past has left us stronger materials than these for our artifice of eternity. But the artifice of eternity exists only for the dying generations; and since they choose, alter the shape of time, and die, the eternal artifice must change. The golden bird will not always sing the same song, though a primeval pattern underlies its notes. In my next talk I shall be trying to explain some of the ways in which that song changes, and talking about the relationship between apocalypse and the changing fictions of men born and dead in the middest. It is a large subject, because the instrument of change is the human imagination. It changes not only the consoling plot, but the structure of time and the world. One of the most striking things about it was said by Stevens in one of his adages; and it is with this suggestive saying that I shall mark the transition from the first to the second part of my own pattern. 'The imagination, ' said this student of changing fictions, 'the imagination is always at the end of an era.' Next time we shall try to see what this means in relation to our problem of making sense of the ways we make sense of the world.

Frank Kermode
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Honest to God, I hadn't meant to start a bar fight. 'So. You're the famous Jordan Amador.' The demon sitting in front of me looked like someone filled a pig bladder with rotten cottage cheese. He overflowed the bar stool with his gelatinous stomach, just barely contained by a white dress shirt and an oversized leather jacket. Acid-washed jeans clung to his stumpy legs and his boots were at least twice the size of mine. His beady black eyes started at my ankles and dragged upward, past my dark jeans, across my black turtleneck sweater, and over the grey duster around me that was two sizes too big. He finally met my gaze and snorted before continuing. 'I was expecting something different. Certainly not a black girl. What's with the name, girlie?' I shrugged. 'My mother was a religious woman.' 'Clearly, ' the demon said, tucking a fat cigar in one corner of his mouth. He stood up and walked over to the pool table beside him where he and five of his lackeys had gathered. Each of them was over six feet tall and were all muscle where he was all fat. 'I could start to examine the literary significance of your name, or I could ask what the hell you're doing in my bar, ' he said after knocking one of the balls into the left corner pocket. 'Just here to ask a question, that's all. I don't want trouble.' Again, he snorted, but this time smoke shot from his nostrils, which made him look like an albino dragon. 'My ass you don't. This place is for fallen angels only, sweetheart. And we know your reputation.' I held up my hands in supplication. 'Honest Abe. Just one question and I'm out of your hair forever.' My gaze lifted to the bald spot at the top of his head surrounded by peroxide blonde locks. 'What's left of it, anyway.' He glared at me. I smiled, batting my eyelashes. He tapped his fingers against the pool cue and then shrugged one shoulder. 'Fine. What's your question?' 'Know anybody by the name of Matthias Gruber?' He didn't even blink. 'No.' 'Ah. I see. Sorry to have wasted your time.' I turned around, walking back through the bar. I kept a quick, confident stride as I went, ignoring the whispers of the fallen angels in my wake. A couple called out to me, asking if I'd let them have a taste, but I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I headed to the ladies' room. Thankfully, it was empty, so I whipped out my phone and dialed the first number in my Recent Call list. 'Hey. He's here. Yeah, I'm sure it's him. They're lousy liars when they're drunk. Uh-huh. Okay, see you in five.' I hung up and let out a slow breath. Only a couple things left to do. I gathered my shoulder-length black hair into a high ponytail. I looped the loose curls around into a messy bun and made sure they wouldn't tumble free if I shook my head too hard. I took the leather gloves in the pocket of my duster out and pulled them on. Then, I walked out of the bathroom and back to the front entrance. The coat-check girl gave me a second unfriendly look as I returned with my ticket stub to retrieve my things-three vials of holy water, a black rosary with the beads made of onyx and the cross made of wood, a Smith and Wesson.9mm Glock complete with a full magazine of blessed bullets and a silencer, and a worn out page of the Bible. I held out my hands for the items and she dropped them on the counter with an unapologetic, 'Oops.' 'Thanks, ' I said with a roll of my eyes. I put the Glock back in the hip holster at my side and tucked the rest of the items in the pockets of my duster. The brunette demon crossed her arms under her hilariously oversized fake breasts and sent me a vicious sneer. 'The door is that way, Seer. Don't let it hit you on the way out.' I smiled back. 'God bless you.' She let out an ugly hiss between her pearly white teeth. I blew her a kiss and walked out the door. The parking lot was packed outside now that it was half-past midnight. Demons thrived in darkness, so I wasn't surprised. In fact, I'd been counting on it.

Kyoko M.
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