Where did I get it from? Was it by reason that I attained to the knowledge that I must love my neighbour and not throttle him? They told me so when I was a child, and I gladly believed it, because they told me what was already in my soul. But who discovered it? Not reason! Reason has discovered the struggle for existence and the law that I must throttle all those who hinder the satisfaction of my desires. That is the deduction reason makes. But the law of loving others could not be discovered by reason, because it is unreasonable.
Was it by reason that I attained to the knowledge that I must love my neighbor and not to throttle him?. They told me so when I was a child, and I gladly believed it, because they told me what was already in my soul. But who discovered it? Not reason! Reason has discovered the struggle for existence and the law that I must throttle all those who hinder the satisfaction of my desires. That is the deduction reason makes. But the law of loving others couldn't be discovered by reason, because it is unreasonable.
Some people my accuse me of doing too much. Sometimes I agree with them. But then there is a part of me that wants to follow God --- wholeheartedly, completely and full throttle, wherever He may lead. I don't want to look back fifty years from now and think, What if I had trusted God? Where would I be?
I think about myself as like an ocean liner that's been going full speed for a long distance, and the captain pulls the throttle back all the way to 'stop,' but the ship doesn't stop immediately, does it? It has its own momentum and it keeps on going, and I'm very flattered that people are still finding me useful.
I think about myself as like an ocean liner that's been going full speed for a long distance, and the captain pulls the throttle back all the way to 'stop', but the ship doesn't stop immediately. It has its own momentum and it keeps on going, and I'm very flattered that people are still finding me useful
This is exactly how falling in love should be in my opinion. It should be scary yet unflinching. We should fear it but know that it's worth the risk and we should throw ourselves full throttle into the darkness with nothing but hope to guide us. And, like learning to ride a bike, once we learn to love we never forget how and it seems we only become
I think I just have an idea in my head about how big an adventure game should be, so it's hard for me to design one that's much smaller than Grim Fandango or Full Throttle. There's just a certain amount of scope needed to create a complex puzzle space and to develop a real story. At least with my brain, there is.
Give parents the tiniest of confidences and they'll use them as crowbars to jimmy you open and rearrange your life with no perspective. Sometimes I'd just like to mace them. I want to tell them that I envy their upbringings that were so clean, so free of futurelessness. And I want to throttle them for blindly handing over the world to us like so much skid-marked underwear.
But to fly is just like swimming. You do not forget easily. I have been on the ground for more than ten years. If I close my eyes, however, I can again feel the stick in my right hand, the throttle in my left, the rudder bar beneath my feet. I can sense the freedom and the cleanliness and all the things which a pilot knows.
Obeying the Spirit instead of your own self-centered whims will lead you to places you've never been, challenge you in ways you have never been challenged, and invite levels of sacrifice you never dreamed you could make. This is the power and the promise of full-throttle faith, of living a life fueled solely by God.
I don't throttle and smother people in my life.. Not because I don't have my own fair share of doubts and sometimes, yes, insecurities.. But I have a great deal of confidence in my instincts that I've chosen the right one to trust.. When I trust, I do so with my whole heart..
Laarni Venus Marie Giango
When players go out and train on their own, they usually do it at half speed. This kind of training is valuable, but it doesn't prepare you for competition, where you must perform at full throttle. So the trick is to schedule regular sessions of intense practice, while always leaving time to juggle and generally goof around with the ball
I was working the Gulf of Mexico on oil rigs, flying helicopters. I'd lost my family to my years of failing as a songwriter. All I had were bills, child support, and grief. And I was about to get fired for not letting 24 hours go between the throttle and the bottle. It looked like I'd trashed my act. But there was something liberating about it.
I am alive. Up here with the song of the engine and the air whispering on my face as the sunlight and shadows play upon the banking, wheeling wings, I am completely, vibrantly alive. With the stick in my right hand, the throttle in my left, and the rudder beneath my feet, I can savor that essence from which life is made.
The Navy is a master plan designed by geniuses for execution by idiots. If you are not an idiot, but find yourself in the Navy, you can only operate well by pretending to be one. All the shortcuts and economies and common-sense changes that your native intelligence suggests to you are mistakes. Learn to quash them. Constantly ask yourself, "How would I do this if I were a fool?" Throttle down your mind to a crawl. Then you will never go wrong.
Life without sex might be safer but it would be unbearably dull. It is the sex instinct which makes women seem beautiful, which they are once in a blue moon, and men seem wise and brave, which they never are at all. Throttle it, denaturalize it, take it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosaic, laborious, boresome, imbecile level of life in an anthill.
H. L. Mencken
Let me drive," she said, reaching for the reins. He turned to her in disbelief. "This is a phaeton, not a single-horse wagon." Sophie fought the urge to throttle him. His nose was running, his eyes were red, he couldn't stop coughing, and still he found the energy to act like an arrogant peacock. "I assure you," she said slowly, "that I know how to drive a team of horses.
Even if there was such a thing as a half-price sale at the local Ming outlet shop, she would have to work ten lifetimes to make up such a sum. Always supposing that it wasn't one of a kind. Panic was no longer merely rearing. It was thundering through her at full throttle. There was only one thing to be done, she realized. The mature, responsible, adult thing to do. Hide the evidence.
I believe you make your own luck. My motto is 'It's always a mistake not to go.' So I jump on the airplane, try new things-sometimes I get in way over my head, but then I think, I'll work my way out of this somehow. A big part of making your own luck is just charging out of the gate every morningThe thing I love about living in New York is that I never fail to get up in the morning and think,Something adventurous is going to happen today. The energy is operating at full throttle all the time. And if you want to be lucky you've got to go out and take advantage of it.
The U. S. is headed toward a period of business depression... beginning within the next two years, which may exceed that which preceded the War. ... The only thing that will save us is a new gold policy or the discovery of a new process or additional gold fields. If the fall [of gold production] is not prevented by design or accident we shall throttle business, wringing out all profits and experiencing all the evils of deflation.
When I seek him, root my values and desires in him, when I found my relationships and sense of self on him, my capacity for joy increases. The more I "have" Jesus, the deeper my enjoyment of him. He increases my desire for those things that are good, adds value to that which is benign, and diminishes the strength of the negative (the evil) that threatens to throttle me. My dependence on material values and experiences as the means by which I define or please myself decreases.
His gaze narrowed and she could see his hands twitching again like he'd love nothing more than to throttle her. She was beginning to think it was an affliction of his. Did he go around wanting to choke the life out of everyone or was she special in that regard? "I'm afraid 'tis an urge that is entirely original to you," the laird barked. She clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes. Mother Serenity had vowed one day Mairin would regret her propensity to blurt out her least little thought. Today just might be that day.
So I pulled the sun screen down and squinted and put the throttle to the floor. And kept on moving west. For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the oldfield pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered. IT is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and see the blood on it. It is where you go when you are told that you are a bubble on the tide of empire. It is where you go when you hear that thar's gold in them-thar hills. It is where you go to grow up with the country. It is where you go to spend your old age. Or it is just where you go.
Robert Penn Warren
Most helmsmen would've been satisfied with a pilot's wheel or a tiller. Leo had also installed a keyboard, monitor, aviation controls from a Learjet, a dubstep soundboard, and motion-control sensors from a Nintendo Wii. He could turn the ship by pulling on the throttle, fire weapons by sampling an album, or raise sails by shaking his Wii controllers really fast. Even by demigod standards, Leo was seriously ADHD.
Professor Focke and his technicians standing below grew ever smaller as I continued to rise straight up, 50 metres, 75 metres, 100 metres. Then I gently began to throttle back and the speed of ascent dwindled till I was hovering motionless in midair. This was intoxicating! I thought of the lark, so light and small of wing, hovering over the summer fields. Now man had wrested from him his lovely secret.
Any young boy can nowadays explain human flight - mechanistically: " ... and to climb you shove the throttle all the way forward and pull back just a little on the stick. ... " One might as well explain music by saying that the further over to the right you hit the piano the higher it will sound. The makings of a flight are not in the levers, wheels, and pedals but in the nervous system of the pilot: physical sensations, bits of textbook, deep-rooted instincts, burnt-child memories of trouble aloft, hangar talk.
That race was so hard and I am very happy with the result in the end. Michelin did a great job with the tyres ? the grip on the edge was unbelievable! When I opened the throttle there was so much traction it was incredible. My team has done a great job and even if we didn't win we improved again in the World Championship. It is good to be the best Michelin finisher and the first Honda home as well. I'm confident in Malaysia that we can take revenge on Bridgestone! They did a great job and Loris rode very hard ? congratulations to them. A good battle to watch for the fans I think.
I was headed out down a long bone-white road, straight as a string and smooth as glass and glittering and wavering in the heat and humming under the tires like a plucked nerve. I was doing seventy-five but I never seemed to catch up with the pool which seemed to be over the road just this side of the horizon. Then, after a while, the sun was in my eyes, for I was driving west. So I pulled the sun screen down and squinted and put the throttle to the floor. And kept on moving west. For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the old-field pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered. It is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and the blood on it. It is where you go when you are told that you are a bubble on the tide of empire. It is where you go when you hear that thar's gold in them-thar hills. It is where you go to grow up with the country. It is where you go to spend your old age. Or it is just where you go. It was just where I went.
Robert Penn Warren
The application of this knife, the division of the world into parts and the building of this structure, is something everybody does. All the time we are aware of millions of things around us - these changing shapes, these burning hills, the sound of the engine, the feel of the throttle, each rock and weed and fence post and piece of debris beside the road - aware of these things but not really conscious of them unless there is something unusual or unless they reflect something we are predisposed to see. We could not possibly be conscious of these things and remember all of them because our mind would be so full of useless details we would be unable to think. From all this awareness we must select, and what we select and calls consciousness is never the same as the awareness because the process of selection mutates it. We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world." -Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
Robert M. Pirsig
GUESS WITH A FEW EXCEPTIONS, YEAH, I'M LIVING HONEST EXCEPT I PROMISED MY MOMMA THAT I WOULD FINISH COLLEGE, STARTED CHASING PROFIT SORRY MA, I AIN'T FORGT ABOUT IT BUT IF MONEY EVIL I'M HOPING THAT YOU COULD SEE THROUGH ALL THE DRAMA AND WATCH ME GET THESE DOLLARS AND MY AMBITION BURN SO HOT, IT'S LIKE I'M BLEEDING LAVA HATERS BE PLEADING ME TO STOP BUT I DON'T EVEN BOTHER THOUGH MY APPROACH IS SEEMING AWKWARD, I COULD SEE IT PROPER SEE SUCCESS AND I JUST SEE THE FACT THAT I DON'T NEED A FATHER DOMS HOTTER THAN THE DROP OF HARRY POTTER SHIT PEDAL TO THE METAL, HIGH-LEVEL, FULL THROTTLE SHIT STILL SEARCHING FOR A REASON WHY NIGGAS AIN'T ACKNOWLEDGE THIS I'M LOST IN AN ERA WHERE REAL SHIT DOES NOT EXIST I HATE THE SWAY OF THINGS, I'M EVERYDAY COOLING IT I'M GETTING BLAZED AND LAUGHING AT THE WAY THEY OVERDOING SHIT I'M JUST A OLD SOUL STICKING TO A NEWER SCRIPT I GUESS I GOT TO PROVE THIS SHIT, I'M TRULY TOO LEGIT TO QUIT
BEEFY MAKES YOUR BRAIN EXPLODE UNBEATABLE LIKE BATTLETOADS EMPTY OUT THAT TATTOO BOTTLE THEN ADVENTURE LIKE FULL THROTTLE SOUR LIKE LEMONADE JUST NEED TWO COINS FOR THE ARCADE THEN SPEND ALL DAY ON MVC THE SEQUEL, HOMESLICE, NATURALLY I DON'T KNOW WHAT I FOUND BUT I KNOW I HOLD IT DOWN NERDCORE MIGHT BE WHAT YA CALL IT CAN'T GET ENOUGH LIKE AN ALCOHOLIC I HEAR THEM CRY AND PLEA I CAN'T STOP SINGING PLAY WITH ME AND TABLE TOP'S STUCK IN MY HEAD WE LOVE BEEFY FROM A TO ZED WHAT CAN I SAY WITH JUST ONE HOOK I'LL MAKE YOUR DAY JUST ONE VERSE I CAN MAKE YOUR YEAR LIKE KILLFACE I'LL DESTROY YOUR EAR NOT WITH TEETH JUST WITH MY SOUND MY MAGIC HERE IS WORLD RENOWNED AND WITH EVERY SITE I VISIT I MAKE EACH DOMAIN SO EXQUISITE OTHER RAPPERS WHISPER CURSES BUT STILL BEGGING ME FOR VERSES ALL POWERFUL LIKE ZEUS LIKE ZANDER CREWS DUDE I YELL BOOSH LADIES LIKE FEEL ON MY WUUBS AND GIGGLE WHILE WE'RE WATCHING SCRUBS I'M A SPAZ JUST LIKE JD AND NARCOTIC TOO LIKE DR. REED
MONEY AIN'T NEVER BEEN NOTHING I HIT THE BLOCK IF THIS SHIT GET UGLY AND IT AIN'T NEVER BEEN IN MY HEART TO LET NIGGAS THUG ME HIT THE DEALER AND COP A DROP IF THE EYES IS BUGGY AND PULL UP IN FRONT OF THE SPOT CAUSE THE MOMMIES LOVE ME YEAH AND AIN'T NO NIGGA GONE MATCH ME STOCKY, CHUBBY NIGGA VOICE REAL RASPY I SEE YOU REAL FLASHY "BUT THAT AIN'T GONE LAST NIGGA" POP FIRE OFF SHOTS "AND THAT'S YOUR ASS NIGGA" IT'S WAR NOW THAT'S WHY I KEEP THE FOUR WITH LONG NOZZLE SIX-HUNDRED BAD BITCH ON IT HOLDING DOWN THE THROTTLE AND FUCK THAT BEEF SHIT CAUSE SOME BEEF WON'T DIE AND SOME NIGGAS WILL SAY THEY GANGSTA BUT THEY WON'T RIDE AND WHILE IT'S HARD FOR YOU TO DECIDE I'LL LET IT FLY FORTY SHOTS HIT YOUR RIDE UP HIT THE TROPICS AND HIDE UP UNDER PALM TREE'S TO WHITE SAND EVERYTHING IS A PRICE MAN YOU SNIPE WHEN BULLETS ARE PIPING HOT WHEN IT'S YOUR FLESH IT BEGIN WARMING YOU NOW DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE CUZ I'M TIRED OF WARNING YOU
Ja Rule F/ Black Child