...said he was sixteen and was going to visit his grandmother in Mooloolaba. Shaking their heads in suspicious concern they remarked tersely that he was small for his age and didn’t look much more than fourteen. Fidel’s sad eyes pleaded. ‘Get in then. If we don’t take you some monster will.’ Vistas of twinkling blue sea, sand hills and sunny skies flashed by unseen duri...

...d die on the pavement In a gradual dying echo. A cigarette succumbs to the voice as Carrion brought to life; all the tattered people awaken; And a man... ... bell. The idea of her not home, and legally annulled From his life--her small crotch not tightened to his desperate Thrusts--makes him feel sick. ... ... her yard sales, with the same prices, So as to recall the sounds of human voices Other than her own. Brumfield His job was... ...to the weeds At the edge of the tracks, losing them In sound and mist of a voice Screaming out, alone, Through the cold and the living. His arms would... ...years This way, Or perhaps for me. The pale gas lamps are strewn around A small area of limbs In a corner of the sky-- All but patches are aflame Lik... ... Twenty-three years and the mine Would notice you one time, Photocopied. A voice below bellows Your name, Dave, Into the settling air of coal dust. ... ...eight of the mink that arched Her aching shoulders more like a lady; And a small sack of chocolate stars Touching her upper neck-- Wondering what pack... ...ning of Yosemite's flames. There, diurnal and punctual, she crossed That small area of grass, fountains, and cement Which were generally buffeted mo... ...sregarded and the rest kind of circled in and out But at the time in and a small period out were associated with And considered part of that person's ...

...rs she carried fluttered to the floor after her. “Are you okay,” a man’s voice asked. No. Not a man. The man. Julia looked up and stared into ... ...g more from mortification than pain. “Slow down, Julia,” he admonished, his voice tinged with laughter. He stood and handed her the disheveled pape... ...rgia, population 17,000. Big enough to get lost in, yet still steeped in a small town, southern mindset, Hardin was homemade peach ice cream and tic... ...rlier,” Julia said. He drew his gaze from her lips and concentrated on her voice. It was soft and sweet, a little on the breathy side as she contin... ...til last week. It had been an accident, really. Cade had seen her in the small copy room cursing over the fax machine. Before he could offer to ... ...eeing, too unsettled from being this close to him. She nodded and he made a small sound of disgust and shoved the stick back into its proper place. ... ... the girl flip upside-down in his arms. She squealed again and giggled that small childish giggle that tickled up Julia’s spine and infected her with... ...ullen silence, her hair teased and died an outrageous burgundy and black. Small, thin lips were painted dark purple and there was silver mascara c... ...lly sticking with it,” Doug muttered. “Doug,” Olivia said, warning in her voice. “What?” He shrugged and shot his wife an innocent look. “I di...

... the creator - Michael Laitman - 5 spiritual Waves - Michael Laitman - 6 a small World - Michael Laitman - 7 The Worm in the radish - Baal HaSulam - ... ...sel - Baal HaSulam - 42 The master’s Trusted servant - Baal HaSulam - 44 a Voice calls Unto him - Baal HaSulam - 46 only the heroes - Baal HaSulam - 4... ...her dimension appears, disclosing the spiritual world. The Wise Heart 7 a Small World Based on a lecture by Michael Laitman (October 20, 2000) a smal... ...n a lecture by Michael Laitman (October 20, 2000) a small child inhabits a small world. he does not see, Perceive, or understand That a much larger wo... ... see, Perceive, or understand That a much larger world exists. even in his small world he is told That part of it is his to use, and that other parts ... ...adish sits there thinking That the creator’s world is as bitter, dark, and small as the radish in which it was born. But as soon as the worm Breaks th... ... 126 a man walking along the road sees a most beautiful garden and hears a voice calling him. it is the King strolling in the garden. excited, The ma... ...n lashes, since now i would have Ten thousand coins.” 46 The Wise Heart a Voice Calls Unto Him Based on an allegory by Baal HaSulam from Shamati, Art... ...never return home. When he sees someone from a distance or hears someone’s voice, his desire to return home will instantly revive as before, and he wi...

...hen my grandma died. With the dignity of the indigent, he never bargained, never raised his voice. Packed in small, white, paper bags, he rushed the... ...d. With the dignity of the indigent, he never bargained, never raised his voice. Packed in small, white, paper bags, he rushed the doses to his wife... ...d bang the greatest stunners, and wear the chicest clothes…" There is such yearning in his voice. I embrace him warmly and I say: "Sure thing, Eli... ...aint cries, the Doppler wail of sirens, air surgically hacked by chopper rotor blades, the voices of authorities grating with shock and panic. The... ...er part, seems to be fixated on his tensile musculature. They both start at the sound of my voice: "Banks." "Banks!" – the driver mirthfully slaps ... ...n't tell our parents, he begs, I promise not to. Enters his room and exits fast, carrying a small plastic bag with severed handles. A pair of worn j... ...ant." Sleep-drunk, exuding tar and alcohol, I petition her: "Where will I go?" "There's a small inn on the Left Bank. I reserved a room for you, i... ...leaned back and demanded to know in which hotel I had reserved a room. I told him. It was a small establishment proffering basic services. He nodded... ...trayed his interest. "Why don't you write what you have to say? We will prepare a stack of small cards here and you could jot on them to your heart'...

...s what I was expecting! I look up and see a dazzling sun illuminating a flock of small, odd-shaped clouds. So this is what he calls beautiful and I ... ...enturies, a postcard where everything was static and silent, and only the sea’s voice could reach me. Late in the evening, the moon played among the... ...e came alive and, already from a distance, one could hear the echo of a thousand voices that seemed to scatter then blend into one. Then I wanted t... ...o reach the surface, the deeper 26 you sink. Because you’re so tiny and your voice is so weak, that your cries cannot be heard in the silence. ... ... invents a new world to survive or if it succumbs to the absence of memories and voices until it expires. I’ve never suffered from solitude. At t... ...ch will remain engraved on your memory for ever... ... Incredulous craving, voiceless certainty. Whatever city was opening up before me... ... ...fying me. It seemed to be the dream of an adult who felt himself confined to the small mind of a child. Perhaps this was why it oppressed me so, as ... ...dequate, but always remember that it exists and is watching you, waiting for the smallest sign, to appear. Use it to speak of a long flight above th...

...hey never come true’. Ha! Ha! It’s 5 am and already I’m philosophical. I hate Mondays. “Your bath is ready,” I hear the voice of my wife fro... ...s on earth, I’d never been born. My conscience is reminding that at least I have a life. I’m about to ask ‘What life?’ when the voice of my wife is ... ...superstitious and so would you be too if you had a life like mine. “What’s for breakfast,” I ask in the most diplomatic voice while sitting ... ...ng to change the subject. Anything but napkin talk. “Yes boss!” I look at my watch. The big one is at twelve and the small one is at six.... ...the magistrate, he wanted to give his starving brothers and sisters. I suppose if he can shout really loud, I can recognize his voice. You tell me w... ...hough Chimwemwe said so before the baby was born. Some people are just stupid. How can someone deny a beautiful thing like that small baby? ... ...t very ashamed with herself. She was not sure whether to get in or to leave. Looking at her friend, she felt pity. She saw how small and beaten she... ...forty, but old enough. And this confused us a lot too. ‘Just how old is old enough?’ We’d ask ourselves. And everyone in our small town knew this... ... always so sure of herself. “I said I think I have AIDS. I’m still going to be a lawyer.” When she passed away, people in our small town could not...

...n had lifted Helen onto his horse, one arm holding her tight around her waist, his warm bantering voice making her feel as happy as she had been mis... ...been honoured with a knighthood in his own right. Then the news came that his wife had died from smallpox and Helen chided herself for her uncharita... ...d plunged herself into her medical studies. Her success in achieving her medical degree was in no small way due to her determination to fight the ni... ...by Helen’s piercing questions - one with a cut leg that needed a few stitches, a sailor who had a small splinter in his eye and a bad case of consti... ...ouring to shake off its tenacious rider. Although it was afternoon, the leaden skies darkened the small sick bay, waves beat against the glass of th... ...he dowry of the Portuguese Princess, Catherine of Braganza, on her marriage to Charles II. From a small fishing village and a chequered history as a... ...in love with this man, who was still able to tease her and make her lose her composure. Isabel’s voice broke the spell, ‘Gavin, would you like this ... ...nearby smiling at their loving tableau, wrapped it around the young woman’s shoulders saying in a voice still gruff from emotion, ‘Come, my little s... ...ith the ritual namaste, his dark, bright eyes taking in every detail of the handsome couple. His voice, surprisingly loud for such a small man, anno...

...y magazine in the world was trying to interview Katherine Johnson. Even a small feature story about her could sell ads for years. He looked at his ... ...o one could hear her thoughts. “Ok, now you have to go,” she heard Mark’s voice and moved to stand in the doorway to her office. “Stop flirting wit... ... times, but she wasn’t so sure about it anymore. It always made her feel small, vulnerable and ready to do anything for the tiniest sign of affectio... ...nning, we all wanted things that we could buy with money, then there were small things, like sitting naked on the beach or hiking together in the mo... ...iking together in the mountains. There were also things that were not so small, but just knowing that we wanted them was exciting. All my life, I ... ...itedly. “No,” Jay replied, almost angrily. The excitement in Katherine’s voice faded. “Why not?” Katherine asked disappointed, “What’s stopping you... ...nto the phone. Silence. “Jay?” he asked again. “Hi, Mark,” he heard her voice. A happy feeling spread through his body. “Hi, Jay,” he said with a... ....behappyinlife.com/books “Apologise for what?” he asked, just to hear her voice a bit longer. “That I didn’t let you know I wasn’t coming to the mee... ...drawing of himself, wearing a very strange expression on his face. From a small envelope in the pile, he took out a stack of photos and flipped thro...

...u are not, you end up gathering more attention.” “Shut your face!” came another voice from somewhere else on the bus. A hundred conversations seem... ...lights out of the sick– 19 “Excuse me,” said a well-spoken, confident young voice from behind him, startling him out of his fantasy. PC O’Brie... ... Daddy was right. She took ‘the gadget’ from her green blazer pocket. It was a small black device, the same size as a mobile phone. Daddy had a po... ...y didn’t really interest Lolly, but she knew it had its uses. She plucked out a small transparent bag from her other pocket and removed a perspex s... ...from her other pocket and removed a perspex slide and a razor blade. She made a small cut on Samantha’s arm, near her elbow. No one would notice an... ... and had no idea what was going on. Probably the medication. Lolly looked at the small cut she had made on the girl’s arm. It had already stopped bl... ... bed and looked in Sam’s locker. She found her mobile phone. Lolly picked out a small USB stick from her pocket and attached it to the phone. Insta... .... “I’ll be seeing you again when you’re better.” She turned to leave, but heard voices in the corridor. The name ‘Sam’ was used. The girl in the be... ...and took her hand in his. 21 “Sweetheart, we’re so relieved,” he said, his voice nearly failing him. His daughter looked smaller, younger, so ...

...ewer didn’t completely collapse.” Vincent began making his way through the small opening. Unable to say anything out of total awe, Andromeda, Talbot,... ...n thought when he heard the door to the room open. “Lord Zodiac,” said the voice. “Come in,” Zodiac responded. “So you have fnally found a witness.” ... ... came to inform you immedi- ately, but, you already knew, didn’t you?” the voice asked. 16 Mike Saxton “You are my second in command General Callous.... ... Are you a super hero?” Andromeda asked with her young, innocent sounding voice. “There’s no such thing. They’re just people trying to make things r... ...n Vincent dodged a large chunk of debris that appeared to be a piece of a small airplane. “Misinformation and lack of information are going to be our... ...that even if all of what re- mains of this state is talking, it’s just one small group. At this rate, Zodiac will use the old divide and conquer tech... ...the radio to listen to the chater. “We’ve got incoming over here too!” one voice cried out. “Holy shit, there’s hundreds of ‘em! Oh God, get us out of... ... 32 Mike Saxton began to return fre. As robotic as they seemed, she was a small target on a fast moving motorcycle and the shots went wild. Lexi co... ...ts however. Hidden in the sleeve of her jacket was another pistol. It was small but up close, with armor piercing rounds, it was enough. Flicking a ...

... next to your desk.” Stone walked over and sat in his usual comfortable chair and slid a small black leather bag under the desk, but well within ar... ...lid a small black leather bag under the desk, but well within arms reach. Annie applied a small sponge to his face and dabbed in some color. Simmo... ...st of the television journalist, not just because of his imposing presence and commanding voice, but because he reported the truth about what he saw... ...er him. “Tonight, I have a special report about our immaculate Capitol Hill,” forcing his voice through sheer will to retain its calmness. “What I’m... ...mera captured his mind in a vise. He grabbed the edges of the desk to steady himself. His voiced faltered as he continued to fight off the dizziness... ...to explain this…somehow to the viewing audience,” he said. “After all, this is news.” His voice sounded callous. Washington sighed and waved him to... ...n any conspicuous place, I’ve got a reputation…” “So do I,” Brand interrupted. “I know a small private, out of the way, Mexican restaurant called T... ...him, it was too much for her to take. The divorce was messy and public. It had cost him a small fortune for the privilege of seeing his son one week... ...one.” Brand shifted his eyes around the room, and found Senator Kensey sitting alone in a small booth wearing ordinary slacks and shirts. “I’ve got ...

...to prepare for the night’s performance. Overhead, I heard a beautiful male voice singing. This was not the first time: probably one of the 4 cho... ...ed and settled into the bath, using rose-scented soap that I purchased in a small shop nearby. After bathing, I stepped out of the tub, dried mysel... ...han the current fashion dictated; I had full breasts and hips, albeit with a small waist. In an age that preferred the willowy silhouette, I was an ... ...atic moment of my performance was when I dismounted, demonstrating how much smaller I was than the horse and, with a simple gesture, had her tower b... ...of the house near a carriage that I did not recognize. 6 “Mademoiselle?” A voice that I likewise did not recognize, and then a golden Apollo emerged... ...cynical. “Is it true?” “Why on earth would I lie to a horse, Monsieur?” My voice was a bit more sarcastic than I intended. “I loved Philippe.” An... ...a performance from my box.” With that, he was gone. I made my way back to my small room, grateful that the building was so quiet. It wasn’t until I ... ...turned, sleeping fitfully and waking often from bad dreams. I heard a quiet voice, singing songs of love in such a beautiful, pure tenor that it wru... ...ng it up tightly and pinning it in place. I opened my armoire to reveal my small selection of hats and debated among two, a fancy one and a more se...

...you forgotten, Stefan, that you don’t hold the rank of Beta anymore?” Her voice held a hint of barely leashed anger. “Of course not, my Alpha. I have... ...ath to those who oppose our will!” Zina bellowed. The assembled Weres gave voice to their bloodlust and malice making the very air reverberate with t... ...es as they herded a man, woman and child to the spot where she stood. The small family was unceremoniously pushed to the ground in front of her feet... ...a snorted in disgust and put her hands on Laylah’s shoulders, giving her a small shake. “Chica, honey, you’re 17, practically an adult. It's 2220, no... ...y there was a way… THWACK! Mr. Mozar's cane hit her desk. Laylah muffled a small scream, her eyes wide as she stared at Mr. Mozar in surprise. “Miss ... ...her face. “No! No, Sir! I don’t feel that way, Sir.” Panic crept into her voice. Laylah hated being singled out. Mozar was king of the tongue lashing... ...und of giggles reached his ears. He stifled a laugh when a man's cajoling voice added to the noise filtering through the wooden door. He rapped once ... ... dressed for this surprise.” He saw the joy leave her face. She paled, no small feat, considering her olive colored skin. “Laylah?” “Maybe we should ... ... fault. She moved away from Gerard and came to stand in the center of the small stage. “Listen, my people. This is a taste of what we can expect. A ...

...nd the American west was still a hard place. William Dean Ritter had left his small Montana farm three years earlier to become a cowboy. Having lea... ...sty. As much as I was in a hurry to get to town, when the trail passed by a small grove of Mesquite trees I pulled up to a shady spot, grabbed my ... ... a break. I had to be careful not to add to my pain, so I was slow in takin’ small, careful sips. When I was done I poured some in my cupped hands ... ...le than usual. When I got to the door I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a small piece of paper tacked to it that read, “CLOSED.” No explanation... ... have a real emergency here. Come on in and let me take a look.” He pulled a small key ring out of his pocket and unlocked the door. I followed him... ... 21 Chapter 3 “Uncle Jack, are you all right?” came a girl’s voice from just inside the front door. I turned to see a girl about my... ...I think you’re referring to my mother!” she said with a little giggle in her voice. “It’s a deal, Ann,” I said, thinkin’ that her voice reminded... ...ll see you later?” “I suppose,” she replied with a clear “who cares” in her voice, and proceeded to clack those cowboy boots on the wood floor unt... ... quiet, which we were… even the horses. “Luke,” he called back in a whisper voice, “I hear ‘em up ahead. You come with me and the rest of you, st...

...nscript of an interview …” Dan nodded, mouth open, hand frozen in mid-twitch. His voice was hoarse: “It’s an interview with Gestapo Mueller.” ... ...are and a red triangle perched beneath it. “Pol und Jude” – says one of them. The voice of his younger but evidently senior colleague instructs: “... ...made me – the time it took them to regain some trust in life, not least by making a small fortune in the specialty publishing industry. My mother ... ...so we couldn’t see it from where we were standing. But we could definitely hear the voices, one commanding, the other two obliging. “We are bloc... ...hat we have all three segments. Give me half an hour.” ****** “Sarid” – Dan’s voice was odd, almost choked – “Sarid, come here, man.” I never ... ... with the Jews?” He glared at me, uncertain whether I was mocking him or not. His smallish body tensed and he put on a pair of rimless glasses tha... ...idn’t you simply destroy them?” – enquires Himmler and adjusts his pince-nez with a small and delicate, almost feminine, hand. “There have been at... ...ack and places himself opposite me, on a folding, upholstered seat. He draws closed small, opaque curtains on rails on all the vehicle’s windows to ... ... “The disk contains three groups of images, one large and the others considerably smaller. I assumed that all the images, big and small alike, are ...

... One of the priests was carrying a book of scrolls, held tightly to his chest. Inside the small room stood a wooden altar with low benches in front o... ... door and placed the benches back over it. They heard the clanking of steel and menacing voices shouting. They knew their enemies were coming throu... ...n agony to the ground. One of the priests reached into a pocket of his robe and grabbed a small pouch. From it he took some powder and tossed it int... ...cked, how long have I been asleep? she wondered. Where was Mitch? She called out, but her voice sounded distant, strange. Why was it so dark? Surely... ...er heart started to beat fast. This was wrong, very wrong. She tried to yell out, but her voice was drowned out by a sudden, ferocious windstorm. San... ...ng on a minute,” Mitch said, “I’ll go get our tools.” Excited, they quickly established a small work area and set to clearing away the sand and rock... ...” he replied, “it’s here somewhere.” He rifled through the many pockets on his vest for a small book of hieroglyphs. He put on his reading glasses an... ...ey all watched as Bob closely examined the ends of one of the cylinders. He reached for a small tool and began to trace the edge of one of its ends. ... ... be participating in the Spring Celebrations,” Alaj said with a hint of resentment in his voice. “Axiana came to me today to see why you chose not t...

...day. The development of technology and media has turned the world into a small village in which we are completely interdependent. Yet, at the same ... ...Book of Zohar—is appearing before us. In the depths of the human soul, the voice of the Lord is ever calling. The commotion of life may daze the soul... ... The commotion of life may daze the soul so it does not hear that calling voice for the majority of one’s life, but it can never uproot the basis, t... ...ife, but it can never uproot the basis, the root, and the essence of that voice, which is indeed the very heart of human life ... Even in those who ... ... only further disclose the inherent connection of the soul to that mighty voice, which never ceases to hum and to crave in their hearts, too. Indeed... ...e is only to receive for oneself. By nature, we are unable to do even the smallest thing to beneft others. Instead, when we give to others, we are c... ...guing stories. The Book of Zohar has undergone many hardships, and only a small portion of the original manuscript remains today. The writings of th... ...led the pieces into a book. The Book of Zohar that we have today is only a small part of the original because much of it was never retrieved. The pie... ...ies because he is sad, in pain, has no control over a situation, or feels small and weak. We cry when we are in a situation that we don’t know how t...

...e wife, was grateful to gain the parting of her thoughts from the driver's voice. She was pleased to be once again hearing anything--even the least l... ...smiled. After all, it was the land of smiles. "Thai" mumbled Nawin's voice from the back seat. "Domestic or international?" asked the taxi ... ... Bang-something. He paid little attention to what his mistress said. Her voice often seemed the strident spluttering of burning fuel in an engine th... ...d slapping against an impoverished peasant. They stopped in an alley smaller than a side street called a "soi." It was in between many Mom and P... ... male companion. That was no surprise either. Yet beyond this calculated small talk or artifice was an ingenuous mouth that glistened in guileless d... ...nd the Chinese Thai woman passed another street. Near it was the edge of a small park with one blended shadow of the fronds of palm trees spread out a... ...and the fruition of love. He could see himself pouring ice and water into small metallic cups and bringing them to the customers on the sidewalk or m... ...into little forts. The others are under two different nets," it flared its voice in a quasi-question without looking at Jatupon's face. "Who are these... ...pread throughout the room would be a more economical investment than three smaller ones, one would think that you would care to inquire about it logic...

...ts and a new perspective on your situation ... No matter how large or small the problem, it's important not to take on the whole thing. Break i... ...blem, it's important not to take on the whole thing. Break it down into smaller, more manageable pieces. Don't become anxious, worried, or frust... ...ely. You know what's right and what's best for you. Listen to your own small inner voice. Above all, love yourself wholeheartedly. Just rememb... ...ow what's right and what's best for you. Listen to your own small inner voice. Above all, love yourself wholeheartedly. Just remember, you're ...