SOAP is like a mortgage while REST is like borrowing $10 from a friend.
Prayer for the Day Higher Power, help me to choose wisely. Help me remember I’m responsible for my choices.
When I cry, he wipes my tears. When I feel lonely, he makes me feel loved. And who needs Paris, when you can get a hug?
16But may all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you; may those who long for your saving help always say, “The LORD is great!
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for? “Andrea del Sarto” by ROBERT BROWNING.
Today, the profession is so ubiquitous that if you are running a government agency, a think tank, a media outlet or a major corporation, and don’t have your own pet economist on the payroll, you’re the exception.
Life has to end,” she said. “Love doesn’t.
1I said, “I will watch my ways and keep my tongue from sin; I will put a muzzle on my mouth while in the presence of the wicked.
Joy, love, freedom, happiness, laughter. That’s what it is. And if you just experience joy sitting there and meditating for an hour, by golly, do that. If.
Art is theft.” – Pablo Picasso.
According to the philosopher Ly Tin Wheedle, chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized.
He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.
Cada perspectiva tiene el mismo derecho a ser la verdad.
I never win anything,” Dolorous Edd complained. “The gods always smiled on Watt, though. When the wildlings knocked him off the Bridge of Skulls, somehow he landed in a nice deep pool of water. How lucky was that, missing all those rocks?” “Was it a long fall?” Grenn wanted to know. “Did landing in the pool of water save his life?” “No,” said Dolorous Edd. “He was dead already, from that axe in his head. Still, it was pretty lucky, missing the rocks.
We all are prisoners at one time or another in our lives, prisoners to ourselves or to the expectations of those around us. It is a burden that all people endure, that all people despise, and that few people ever learn to escape. I consider myself fortunate in this respect, for my life has traveled along a fairly straight-running path of improvement.
Until a man is nothing, God can make nothing out of him. Martin Luther had spoken those words.
Besides, one does not become a believer overnight. He thinks he is a believer; then something happens in his life and he becomes an unbeliever; after that, he becomes a believer again, and then an unbeliever again, and so on. Until we reach a certain stage, we constantly waver. This is the only way forward. At each new step, we come closer to the Truth.
But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul,” he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple.“And, Sassenach,” he whispered, “your face is my heart.
Don’t run from the police, my uncle had always joked when we’d watched Cops years ago. You’ll only go to jail tired.
Perhaps it’s a cultural problem: a capitalistic society that encourages people to see negotiations as a zero-sum game – my loss is your gain, my gain is your loss – will encourage an inevitably adversarial exchange.