Nothing resists a certain desire, a certain obstinacy, nothing in the world will resist our taste for existence and ourselves.
Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, April 25, 1950 [#287]

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Nothing resists a certain desire, a certain obstinacy, nothing in the world will resist our taste for existence and ourselves.
Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, April 25, 1950 [#287]
One is to cross this ocean in the form of obstinacy. We are standing on this side of obstinacy and we have to go to the other side. If someone becomes instrumental in removing your obstinacy; do not be disturbed about it, consider him to be extremely beneficial and undergo that experience with equanimity.
Dada Bhagwan
"Go to bed already!" - Obey Me! Lucifer x Reader
494 words of Luci just being obstinate as usual.
Also sexual overtones because it's Lucifer.
“Thank you,” Lucifer sighs, even as he gratefully takes the cup of coffee from you, his pen falling off his desk in the process. He ends up apologizing as you pick that up for him too. “It’s been a very long day,” he explains wearily, and you smile at him.
“I know,” you reassure, even as you circle around him and nurse his tight shoulders. “Relax, Lucifer; your work is done for the night. Just enjoy your coffee and go to bed.” Lucifer pauses.
“This is decaf, isn’t it?”
“How else would I get you to sleep before 1 in the morning?” He chuckles.
“There are easier ways to do that than attempting to deceive me,” he replies, even as he takes a sip.
“Like what?” you ask dryly. “You work till you fall asleep at your desk.” Lucifer smirks to himself before he grunts softly as you hit a particularly difficult spot. “I practically need a machine to do this,” you grumble as you work the tightness out of him.
“Hm... that’s probably a good idea,” he mutters, even as he leans his head back to look up at you. “More importantly, I thought I told you not to stay up this late?”
“Oh, so you can stay up, but I can’t?”
“Yes. Isn’t that obvious?” You sigh at his stubbornness. This isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation, and he always argued that because he was a demon, he could afford to be sleep-deprived. “And it’s eleven o’clock. Go to bed.”
“And what if I said no?” you taunt, dropping your own head towards his with a smirk. “You can’t stop me.”
“Is that supposed to be a challenge?”
“You can take it as one if you want,” you reply smugly. “But you’re fresh out of luck if you think I’m going to bed.”
For a solid moment, you and Lucifer only stare at each other, half grinning, half glaring, before Lucifer stands up and abandons his coffee. You don’t have a second to react as your boyfriend grabs hold of you and pulls you into his arms like a blushing bride. Except you’re not a bride, and you're desperately struggling to escape his grasp as he carries you.
“No! Not going to bed!” you protest, but to no avail as he throws you down onto his cushiony bed. You try to get up, only for him to pin you down by your wrists, a smirk on his face.
“Now what?” he asks.
“Now... this!” you reply, and you struggle for about five minutes, but you only succeed in rolling yourself onto your stomach. “Luciferrrr,” you groan, although you know he won’t let you go, not when you challenged him.
“Behave yourself.” You shiver as his voice climbs around your ear to dance down your spine.
“What if I don’t?” Lucifer chuckles at the question before you shudder delightfully at his next words:
“Then I’m going to spend all night teaching you how."
by Thomas MantonBecause there is so much corruption in a man that hindereth the soul from believing in Jesus Christ, that it cannot be done away without the
by Thomas Manton | Because there is so much corruption in a man that hindereth the soul from believing in Jesus Christ, that it cannot be done away without the Spirit's manifestation. There is a double seat of this corruption—the mind and the heart. First, in the mind there is ignorance and unteachableness. Secondly, In the heart there is obstinacy and carelessness...
Some things are worth fighting for, some feelings never die, even when there's nothing left inside, there's still a reason to fight.
[Kevin's made it sort of like a modern diner. Really beautiful. Conciliation, rigor and obstinacy were completely in vain for me dish, what would it be? Jewish egg rolls.]
Ran out of green, tried to stretch it by adding white which only worked for almost one row. Replaced the green with blue, but keeping the white. Looks pretty weird and managing the strings inside is super annoying, but I refuse to redo it for a cleaner look or to make it easier on me.
Using 5mm hook and misc second hand orphaned yarn from my #4 bin, the green might even be a wool blend idk.
In most cases, to be reasonable means not to be obstinate, which in turn points to conformity with reality as it is. The principle of adjustment is taken for granted. When the idea of reason was conceived, it was intended to achieve more than the mere regulation of the relation between means and ends: it was regarded as the instrument for understanding the ends, for determining them.
Max Horkheimer, Eclipse of Reason