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All of the Spaniards are really talented. I don't know what they eat.
It's it, it's them it really doesn't matter. The languages are complex, as far I can tell.
I realised that the political context had got worse since the 2010 World Cup. I tried to ignore it but I wanted, as a national coach - you may call this Utopia - to make Catalans and Basques feel good about supporting a Spanish side ... to unite even the most sectarian and nationalist.
How do Polish people spell farm? E-I-E-I-O
Irish as a Paddy's pig.
Tables of Contents Introduction Chapter 1 Bonjour, France! Chapter 2 Numbers and Gender Chapter 3 Plural Forms of Nouns Chapter 4 Pronouns Chapter 5 Verbs Chapter 6 Prepositions Chapter 7 Useful Expressions Preview Of'Spanish For Beginners' Check Out My Other Books Conclusion
The politicians in Ireland speak Gaelic the way the Real Housewives of Orange County speak French.
How do you say 'delicious' in Cuban?
All gentlemen of any rank with whom he holds conversations can speak Latin, French, Spanish or Italian. They are aware that the English language is only used in this island and would consider themselves uncivilized if they knew no other tongue than their own.
No important national language, at least in the Occidental world, has complete regularity of grammatical structure, nor is there a single logical category which is adequately and consistently handled in terms of linguistic symbolism.
Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.
but for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
English is what you get from Normans trying to pick up Saxon girls.
I love listening to pop songs in Spanish and Italian.
French was my first language.
Lebanese mezze, Cantonese dim sum and Basque pinchos have all evolved over years and are designed to make sense together.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
I could speak Spanish fluently growing up, but I'm so out of practice, and I have such a tremendous respect for songwriting in the Spanish language.
Wherever it's spoken, Gaelic sounds like a combination of Swedish and Hebrew.
Catalan language is one of the most complete and perfect expressions that I know from the point of view regarding language, I not only read it since many years ago, but I understand it. Moreover, I speak it intimately too.
A donkey appears to me like a horse translated into Dutch.
I grew up in a Spanish-speaking household. With una madre loca, Catholic to the core.
The Dream of a Common Language
I know my own heart to be entirely English.
English. That was where I met him.
Padre always told me me language was sulphurous.
I take great pride in the fact that I have lived in a Spanish-speaking country.
depends on all of the people who use the language.
I just love dialects; they're really fun.
I want to understand you,
I study your obscure language.
The richness of every European language is a richness in ability to describe its own culture, represent its own world. When it ventures to do the same for another culture, however, it betrays its limitations, underdevelopment, semantic weakness.
English, however, is kinky. It has a predilection for dressing up like Welsh on lonely nights.
Languages are not strangers to on another.
I don't speak Spanish, I speak a little of Italian but no Spanish.
You drink a language, you speak a language, and one day it owns you;
I'm flatulent in many languages.
Different languages cut the world into different slices.
French is the language of diplomacy. Spanish is the language of bureaucracy.
Speaks cheerful English and in the past has written this language with a paintbrush that talks.
I cook croquetas, and I eat jamon. I keep my diet 100% Mediterranean and drink my Rioja. In that sense, I have a piece of Spain in West Hollywood.
Rose turned to me. "Did she just speak to him in Spanish?" "Yeah," I said. "She only speaks to him in Spanish, actually. It was in some parenting book she read about kids learning a second language.
I may speak many languages, but there remains one in which I live.
You should read Spanish,' he said. 'It is a noble tongue. It has not the mellifluousness of Italian
Italian is the language of tenors and organ-grinders
but it has grandeur: it does not ripple like a brook in a garden, but it surges tumultuous like a mighty river in a flood.
My language is the sum total of myself.
It's daunting to find the language so foreign, so distant, but also so thrilling. One is absolved of responsibility when the language is incomprehensible.
In her fury she'd broken into Valencian, indicating the deepest possible roots in the land. I was impressed with how deeply she was from here, in a way I could never imagine being from anywhere, not even my home town.
I am consciously trying not to make it sound Celtic or African.
If I were not French I would choose to be - Scotch.
I have my own language and it's high time I put a little of it out there.
I have Czech, I have Russian, I have English, I have Italian. Uh, what am I missing? A little bit of Irish. The Russian is Jewish. So I'm your classic American mutt.
Spanish alone was understood or spoken here; our friend, the countryman, stuck to us most nobly, he understood us not a bit better than the rest but saw that we were in distress and would not desert us.
Can you speak Espanol?"
"Si."
"I think you're lying."
"What difference does it make? All I want is warm sunshine and sand between my toes.
The involuntary poetry of one who is not fluent in the language.
Como se acuerda con los pajaros
la traduccion de sus idiomas?
How is the translation of their languages
Arranged with the birds?
I think you always feel braver in another language.
Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.
German in the most extravagantly ugly language - it sounds like someone using a sick bag on a 747.
And the greatest pity that the obscure lgala language is a borrowed and stolen mixture of the WaZoBia.
He who knows other languages feels even closer to his own language.
Now I am writing this diary in English, which for me is not the language of intimacy or love, but an attempt at distance and sanity, a means of recalling normality.
I am attached to the French language. I will defend the ubiquitous use of French.
Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be
calling pubs poos?"
"Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not.
Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked.
His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug into it.
should I?
Maybe not ...
I don't mind what language an opera is sung in so long as it is a language I don't understand.
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
Yiddish is the voice of exile, the tongue of ghettos, but I'll shed a tear when it joins ancient Greek and dead Latin. For gossip and insult, you can't beat Yiddish.
In a unified and diverse Spain, based on the equality of and solidarity between its people, there is room for all of us. And for all of our feelings and sensitivities and our distinct ways of being Spaniards.
I feel very English. I'm proud of it. I wanted there to be a thread connecting everything, the songs, clothes, artwork, even the string arrangements. It all creates a certain atmosphere.
If your cat's speaking Latin, you might have a problem.
Cynicism is our shared common language, the Esperanto that actually caught on, and though I'm not fluent in it - I like too many things, and I'm not envious of enough people - I know enough to get by.
Any friendship or relationship is about a language.
Some poets marry a language; some have affairs with it; some treat it as a parent, some as a child, some as an equal, or as a friend.
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
He speaks English, Spanish, and he's bilingual too.
-sounds like the /ee/ sound in the English
Ay, is it not a language I speak?
I learned Spanish at home and, since half my family doesn't speak English, it's my first language.
At this moment, by an undeserved stroke of fortune, I am the direct voice of the poets of my race and the indirect voice for the noble Spanish and Portuguese tongues.
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
Annoyance has made me bilingual.
I'm from a Gypsy background!
It is typically Norwegian to be good
Shit is universal no matter which language.
How amazing that the language of a few thousand savages living on a fog-encrusted island in the North Sea should become the language of the world.
European languages must not be considered diamonds displayed under a glass ball, dazzling us with their brilliance.
I will love you, my English rose, and you will fill my French dreams
After the desperate years of their own war, after six years of repression inside Spain and six years of horror in exile, these people remain intact in spirit. They are armed with a transcendent faith; they have never won, and yet they have never accepted defeat.
Three-quarters of my family is Irish. Of course, the 'Kazee' is not.
Well, you know, for me, I think Spanish food is festive.
What do you want?"
"Spain"
"Fuck!
Ultimately Zamenhof's language [Esperanto] was and is more than a proposed solution to the language problem: it is an attempt to confront the spirit of inequality, of intolerance, of hatred that is tearing apart our beautiful world.
It's amazing how insults in most languages sound the same.
I thought English is a strange language. Now I think French is even more strange. In France, their fish is poisson, their bread is pain, and their pancake is crepe. Pain and poison and crap. That's what they have every day.
Denmark is like a secret little place with its own special language.
Language is the only homeland.
I was born in Paris, and my mother was a French teacher, but then I rebelled against my upbringing and studied Spanish in school. So now I just speak bad French and bad Spanish.
I have always wanted to go to Trieste because it sounds like tristesse, which is a light-hearted word, even though in French it means sadness. In Spanish it is tristeza, which is heavier than French sadness, more of a groan than a whisper.
One's identity derives not from one's nation or blood but from the language one uses.
No one sleeps in this room without the dream of a common language.
When I'm writing poetry, 99.9% of my writing begins in English. I spent most of my life in English, although I am bilingual.