“Don’t let mental blocks control you. Set yourself free. Confront your fear and turn the mental blocks into building blocks.”
―
Dr Roopleen,
Words to inspire the winner in YOU
“Through my blue fingers, pink grains are falling, haphazard, random, a disorganized stream of silicone that seems pregnant with the possibility of every conceivable shape… But this is illusion. Things have their shape in time, not space alone. Some marble blocks have statues within them, embedded in their future.” ― Alan Moore, Watchmen
“To embrace love, we risk heartbreak. To resist love, we risk emptiness.” ― Jennifer Lane, Aced
“Good. I want you to make me a weapon combining sanguinite, amberite, and dark steel. Do you think you could do it?” Zekours’s eyes narrowed. He smiled gravely. “Of course.” ― Dr. Block, Diary of a Surfer Villager, Book 30
“There is nothing in this world that you cannot do. Every goal is achievable. You just need to focus on your objectives, be persistent in your efforts and work hard to make it happen. There can be no hurdle uncrossable, no obstacle invincible and no stumbling block insurmountable.” ― Dr Roopleen
“It is a fact that if an impulse from one or the other sphere comes up and is not lived out, then it goes back down and tends to develop anti-human qualities. What should have been a human impulse becomes a tiger-like impulse. For instance, a man has a feeling impulse to say something positive to someone and he blocks it off through some inhibition. He might then dream that he had a spontaneous feeling impulse on the level of a child and his conscious purpose had smashed it. The human is still there, but as a hurt child. Should he do that habitually for five years, he would no longer dream of a child who had been hurt but of a zoo full of raging wild animals in a cage. An impulse which is driven back loads up with energy and becomes inhuman. This fact, according to Dr. Jung, demonstrates the independent existence of unconscious.” ― Marie-Louise von Franz, The Psychological Meaning of Redemption Motifs in Fairytales
“Hey, Noble Dark One! Get down here. Oi! I got some samogorths that need to go home.” ― Dr. Block, Diary of a Surfer Villager, Book 29
“Um....milk. Yes, I believe I do have milk. In the fridge," Anyn replied, remarkably cordial for someone who'd just been cock-blocked by Dr. Bunsen Honeydew.” ― Nicole Peeler, Eye of the Tempest
“For the entire summer, Lane’s cell phone background was a picture of Jared eating Lucky Charms out of the Kelly Cup.Jared’s was, of course, that shot of his that blocked Lane’s would-be goal. According to Jared, it was going to stay that way until he had a picture of Lane drinking Dr Pepper out of Lord Stanley’s Cup to replace it with. He liked to call it incentive.” ― Avon Gale, Breakaway
“Normal people assume that SJWs are inclined to take on their ideological opponents, people like me. But the truth is that although they certainly don't like those they invariably label “right-wing extremists”, for the most part they leave us alone because we are impervious to their influence. Oh, they will certainly complain about us, take advantage of any tactical missteps on our part, and block us on Twitter, but they very seldom make the sort of concerted effort that one saw in the hounding of Brendan Eich or the metaphorical stoning of Dr. James Watson because they know their efforts will largely be futile. Instead, they prey on the naïve and the unsuspecting. They prey on the moderates, the middle-grounders, and the fence-sitters. They prey on people like you: good, decent individuals who try to treat everyone fairly and who can't even imagine having done anything that anyone could possibly find objectionable. Why? Because soft targets are always easier to destroy than hard ones.” ― Vox Day, SJWs Always Lie: Taking Down the Thought Police
“Well, if you’re a native Chicagoan, you know how dumb he [Dr. Robert Hartley] is. He gets on the Ravenswood El, he goes past his stop on Sheridan Road, he gets off in Evanston, where the El is on the ground, and then he walks back 55 blocks to his apartment. Now, would you want to have that man as a psychologist? A man who misses his stop every day?” ― Bob Newhart
“Anesthesia was discovered. Do you know what it means to relieve man of his pain and suffering? Anesthesia is the most humane of all of man's accomplishments, and what a merciful accomplishment it was. For this great discovery we are indebted to Dr. W. T. G. Morton.Do you know that the religionists opposed the use of anesthesia on the ground that God sent pain as a punishment for sin, and it was considered the greatest of sacrileges to use it—just think of it, a sin to relieve man of his misery! What a monstrous perversion! This one instance alone should convince you of the difference in believing in God or not.No believer in God would have spent his energies to discover anesthesia. He would have been in mortal fear of the wrath of his God for interfering with his 'divine plan,' of making man suffer for having eaten of the fruit of the 'Tree of Knowledge.'The very crux of the matter is in this one instance. Man seeks to relieve his fellow man from the suffering of disease and the pangs of mental agony. The believers in God are content that man's suffering is ordained, and therefore he accepts life and its trials and tribulations as a penance for living.The fear of the wrath of God has been a stumbling block to progress.” ― Joseph Lewis, An Atheist Manifesto
“People said you get angry too easily. I didn’t want to deal with that.” My face turned red. “Who said that?!? I’m going to kick their –” “I guess I was right.” ― Dr. Block, Diary of a Surfer Villager, Book 29
“We're all so happy you're feeling better, Miss McIntosh. Looks like you still have a good bump on your noggin, though," she says in her childlike voice.Since there is no bump on my noggin, I take a little offense but decide to drop it. "Thanks, Mrs. Poindexter. It looks worse than it feels. Just a little tender.""Yeah, I'd say the door got the worst of it," he says beside me. Galen signs himself in on the unexcused tardy sheet below my name. When his arm brushes against mine, it feels like my blood's turned into boiling water.I turn to face him. My dreams really do not do him justice. Long black lashes, flawless olive skin, cut jaw like an Italian model, lips like-for the love of God, have some dignity, nitwit. He just made fun of you. I cross my arms and lift my chin. "You would know," I say.He grins, yanks my backpack from me, and walks out. Trying to ignore the waft of his scent as the door shuts, I look to Mrs. Poindexter, who giggles, shrugs, and pretends to sort some papers. The message is clear: He's your problem, but what a great problem to have. Has he charmed he sense out of the staff here, too? If he started stealing kids' lunch money, would they also giggle at that? I growl through clenched teeth and stomp out of the office.Galen is waiting for me right outside the door, and I almost barrel into him. He chuckles and catches my arm. "This is becoming a habit for you, I think."After I'm steady-after Galen steadies me, that is-I poke my finger into his chest and back him against the wall, which only makes him grin wider. "You...are...irritating...me," I tell him."I noticed. I'll work on it.""You can start by giving me my backpack.""Nope.""Nope?""Right-nope. I'm carrying it for you. It's the least I can do.""Well, can't argue with that, can I?" I reach around for it, but he moves to block me. "Galen, I don't want you to carry it. Now knock it off. I'm late for class.""I'm late for it too, remember?"Oh, that's right. I've let him distract me from my agenda. "Actually, I need to go back to the office.""No problem. I'll wait for you here, then I'll walk you to class."I pinch the bridge of my nose. "That's the thing. I'm changing my schedule. I won't be in your class anymore, so you really should just go. You're seriously violating Rule Numero Uno."He crosses his arms. "Why are you changing your schedule? Is it because of me?""No.""Liar.""Sort of.""Emma-""Look, I don't want you to take this personally. It's just that...well, something bad happens every time I'm around you."He raises a brow. "Are you sure it's me? I mean, from where I stood, it looked like your flip-flops-""What were we arguing about anyway? We were arguing, right?""You...you don't remember?"I shake my head. "Dr. Morton said I might have some short-term memory loss. I do remember being mad at you, though."He looks at me like I'm a criminal. "You're saying you don't remember anything I said. Anything you said."The way I cross my arms reminds me of my mother. "That's what I'm saying, yes.""You swear?""If you're not going to tell me, then give me my backpack. I have a concussion, not broken arms. I'm not helpless."His smile could land him a cover shoot for any magazine in the country. "We were arguing about which beach you wanted me to take you to. We were going swimming after school.""Liar." With a capital L. Swimming-drowning-falls on my to-do list somewhere below giving birth to porcupines."Oh, wait. You're right. We were arguing about when the Titanic actually sank. We had already agreed to go to my house to swim.” ― Anna Banks, Of Poseidon
“Perhaps in the process of reconstructing its corporeal form, this new and wholly original entity achieved a complete mastery of all matter; able to shape reality by the manipulation of its basic building blocks. When news of this being's phenomenal genesis was first released to the world, a certain phrase was used that has--at varying times--been attributed both to me and to others. On the newsflashes coming over our tvs on that fateful night, one sentence was repeated over and over again: 'The superman exists and he's American.'I never said that, although I do recall saying something similar to a persistent reporter who would not leave without a quote. I presume the remark was edited or toned down so as not to offend public sensibilities; in any event, I never said 'The superman exists and he's American.' What I said was 'God exists and he's American.' If that statement starts to chill you after a couple of moments' consideration, then don't be alarmed. A feeling of intense and crushing religious terror at the concept indicates only that you are still sane.” ― Alan Moore, Watchmen
“FishyBoi was as strange as his name. He had pale blue eyes that looked almost white. Under the right conditions, he might have been mistaken for Herobrine. In addition to his standard diamond armor and diamond sword, he had a pet parrot named Awesome. The parrot talked, a lot. It liked to mostly talk about itself. “I’m Awesome, braahk!” “You’re not, braahk!” “Awesome, braahk. Not, braahk.” ― Dr. Block, The Ballad of Winston the Wandering Trader, Book 13
“Zainab” ― Dr. Block, The Ballad of Winston the Wandering Trader, Book 13
“Can’t we be friends?” Timothy said, trying to save his own life.” ― Dr. Block, Firestorm
“I nodded my head and moaned in pain” ― Dr. Block, Diary of a Surfer Villager, Books 16-20
“Through my blue fingers, pink grains are falling, haphazard, random, a disorganized stream of silicone that seems pregnant with the possibility of every conceivable shape… But this is illusion. Things have their shape in time, not space alone. Some marble blocks have statues within them, embedded in their future.” ― Alan Moore, Watchmen
“To embrace love, we risk heartbreak. To resist love, we risk emptiness.” ― Jennifer Lane, Aced
“Good. I want you to make me a weapon combining sanguinite, amberite, and dark steel. Do you think you could do it?” Zekours’s eyes narrowed. He smiled gravely. “Of course.” ― Dr. Block, Diary of a Surfer Villager, Book 30
“There is nothing in this world that you cannot do. Every goal is achievable. You just need to focus on your objectives, be persistent in your efforts and work hard to make it happen. There can be no hurdle uncrossable, no obstacle invincible and no stumbling block insurmountable.” ― Dr Roopleen
“It is a fact that if an impulse from one or the other sphere comes up and is not lived out, then it goes back down and tends to develop anti-human qualities. What should have been a human impulse becomes a tiger-like impulse. For instance, a man has a feeling impulse to say something positive to someone and he blocks it off through some inhibition. He might then dream that he had a spontaneous feeling impulse on the level of a child and his conscious purpose had smashed it. The human is still there, but as a hurt child. Should he do that habitually for five years, he would no longer dream of a child who had been hurt but of a zoo full of raging wild animals in a cage. An impulse which is driven back loads up with energy and becomes inhuman. This fact, according to Dr. Jung, demonstrates the independent existence of unconscious.” ― Marie-Louise von Franz, The Psychological Meaning of Redemption Motifs in Fairytales
“Hey, Noble Dark One! Get down here. Oi! I got some samogorths that need to go home.” ― Dr. Block, Diary of a Surfer Villager, Book 29
“Um....milk. Yes, I believe I do have milk. In the fridge," Anyn replied, remarkably cordial for someone who'd just been cock-blocked by Dr. Bunsen Honeydew.” ― Nicole Peeler, Eye of the Tempest
“For the entire summer, Lane’s cell phone background was a picture of Jared eating Lucky Charms out of the Kelly Cup.Jared’s was, of course, that shot of his that blocked Lane’s would-be goal. According to Jared, it was going to stay that way until he had a picture of Lane drinking Dr Pepper out of Lord Stanley’s Cup to replace it with. He liked to call it incentive.” ― Avon Gale, Breakaway
“Normal people assume that SJWs are inclined to take on their ideological opponents, people like me. But the truth is that although they certainly don't like those they invariably label “right-wing extremists”, for the most part they leave us alone because we are impervious to their influence. Oh, they will certainly complain about us, take advantage of any tactical missteps on our part, and block us on Twitter, but they very seldom make the sort of concerted effort that one saw in the hounding of Brendan Eich or the metaphorical stoning of Dr. James Watson because they know their efforts will largely be futile. Instead, they prey on the naïve and the unsuspecting. They prey on the moderates, the middle-grounders, and the fence-sitters. They prey on people like you: good, decent individuals who try to treat everyone fairly and who can't even imagine having done anything that anyone could possibly find objectionable. Why? Because soft targets are always easier to destroy than hard ones.” ― Vox Day, SJWs Always Lie: Taking Down the Thought Police
“Well, if you’re a native Chicagoan, you know how dumb he [Dr. Robert Hartley] is. He gets on the Ravenswood El, he goes past his stop on Sheridan Road, he gets off in Evanston, where the El is on the ground, and then he walks back 55 blocks to his apartment. Now, would you want to have that man as a psychologist? A man who misses his stop every day?” ― Bob Newhart
“Anesthesia was discovered. Do you know what it means to relieve man of his pain and suffering? Anesthesia is the most humane of all of man's accomplishments, and what a merciful accomplishment it was. For this great discovery we are indebted to Dr. W. T. G. Morton.Do you know that the religionists opposed the use of anesthesia on the ground that God sent pain as a punishment for sin, and it was considered the greatest of sacrileges to use it—just think of it, a sin to relieve man of his misery! What a monstrous perversion! This one instance alone should convince you of the difference in believing in God or not.No believer in God would have spent his energies to discover anesthesia. He would have been in mortal fear of the wrath of his God for interfering with his 'divine plan,' of making man suffer for having eaten of the fruit of the 'Tree of Knowledge.'The very crux of the matter is in this one instance. Man seeks to relieve his fellow man from the suffering of disease and the pangs of mental agony. The believers in God are content that man's suffering is ordained, and therefore he accepts life and its trials and tribulations as a penance for living.The fear of the wrath of God has been a stumbling block to progress.” ― Joseph Lewis, An Atheist Manifesto
“People said you get angry too easily. I didn’t want to deal with that.” My face turned red. “Who said that?!? I’m going to kick their –” “I guess I was right.” ― Dr. Block, Diary of a Surfer Villager, Book 29
“We're all so happy you're feeling better, Miss McIntosh. Looks like you still have a good bump on your noggin, though," she says in her childlike voice.Since there is no bump on my noggin, I take a little offense but decide to drop it. "Thanks, Mrs. Poindexter. It looks worse than it feels. Just a little tender.""Yeah, I'd say the door got the worst of it," he says beside me. Galen signs himself in on the unexcused tardy sheet below my name. When his arm brushes against mine, it feels like my blood's turned into boiling water.I turn to face him. My dreams really do not do him justice. Long black lashes, flawless olive skin, cut jaw like an Italian model, lips like-for the love of God, have some dignity, nitwit. He just made fun of you. I cross my arms and lift my chin. "You would know," I say.He grins, yanks my backpack from me, and walks out. Trying to ignore the waft of his scent as the door shuts, I look to Mrs. Poindexter, who giggles, shrugs, and pretends to sort some papers. The message is clear: He's your problem, but what a great problem to have. Has he charmed he sense out of the staff here, too? If he started stealing kids' lunch money, would they also giggle at that? I growl through clenched teeth and stomp out of the office.Galen is waiting for me right outside the door, and I almost barrel into him. He chuckles and catches my arm. "This is becoming a habit for you, I think."After I'm steady-after Galen steadies me, that is-I poke my finger into his chest and back him against the wall, which only makes him grin wider. "You...are...irritating...me," I tell him."I noticed. I'll work on it.""You can start by giving me my backpack.""Nope.""Nope?""Right-nope. I'm carrying it for you. It's the least I can do.""Well, can't argue with that, can I?" I reach around for it, but he moves to block me. "Galen, I don't want you to carry it. Now knock it off. I'm late for class.""I'm late for it too, remember?"Oh, that's right. I've let him distract me from my agenda. "Actually, I need to go back to the office.""No problem. I'll wait for you here, then I'll walk you to class."I pinch the bridge of my nose. "That's the thing. I'm changing my schedule. I won't be in your class anymore, so you really should just go. You're seriously violating Rule Numero Uno."He crosses his arms. "Why are you changing your schedule? Is it because of me?""No.""Liar.""Sort of.""Emma-""Look, I don't want you to take this personally. It's just that...well, something bad happens every time I'm around you."He raises a brow. "Are you sure it's me? I mean, from where I stood, it looked like your flip-flops-""What were we arguing about anyway? We were arguing, right?""You...you don't remember?"I shake my head. "Dr. Morton said I might have some short-term memory loss. I do remember being mad at you, though."He looks at me like I'm a criminal. "You're saying you don't remember anything I said. Anything you said."The way I cross my arms reminds me of my mother. "That's what I'm saying, yes.""You swear?""If you're not going to tell me, then give me my backpack. I have a concussion, not broken arms. I'm not helpless."His smile could land him a cover shoot for any magazine in the country. "We were arguing about which beach you wanted me to take you to. We were going swimming after school.""Liar." With a capital L. Swimming-drowning-falls on my to-do list somewhere below giving birth to porcupines."Oh, wait. You're right. We were arguing about when the Titanic actually sank. We had already agreed to go to my house to swim.” ― Anna Banks, Of Poseidon
“Perhaps in the process of reconstructing its corporeal form, this new and wholly original entity achieved a complete mastery of all matter; able to shape reality by the manipulation of its basic building blocks. When news of this being's phenomenal genesis was first released to the world, a certain phrase was used that has--at varying times--been attributed both to me and to others. On the newsflashes coming over our tvs on that fateful night, one sentence was repeated over and over again: 'The superman exists and he's American.'I never said that, although I do recall saying something similar to a persistent reporter who would not leave without a quote. I presume the remark was edited or toned down so as not to offend public sensibilities; in any event, I never said 'The superman exists and he's American.' What I said was 'God exists and he's American.' If that statement starts to chill you after a couple of moments' consideration, then don't be alarmed. A feeling of intense and crushing religious terror at the concept indicates only that you are still sane.” ― Alan Moore, Watchmen
“FishyBoi was as strange as his name. He had pale blue eyes that looked almost white. Under the right conditions, he might have been mistaken for Herobrine. In addition to his standard diamond armor and diamond sword, he had a pet parrot named Awesome. The parrot talked, a lot. It liked to mostly talk about itself. “I’m Awesome, braahk!” “You’re not, braahk!” “Awesome, braahk. Not, braahk.” ― Dr. Block, The Ballad of Winston the Wandering Trader, Book 13
“Zainab” ― Dr. Block, The Ballad of Winston the Wandering Trader, Book 13
“Can’t we be friends?” Timothy said, trying to save his own life.” ― Dr. Block, Firestorm
“I nodded my head and moaned in pain” ― Dr. Block, Diary of a Surfer Villager, Books 16-20
