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BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Where are you from, Hadrian?" "Hintindar originally - a little village south of here in Rhenydd." "Originally? What's that supposed to mean? You got yourself born someplace else recently?
Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her.
Har, har. You're a borderline fucktard, you know that? Torin to Strider
Live life hifreelancer
Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!
Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
So they took the blossoms of the oak, and the blossoms of the broom, and the blossoms of the meadow-sweet, and produced from them a maiden, the fairest and most graceful that man ever saw. And they baptized her, and gave her the name of Blodeuwedd.
Sai-Liber is my family name.Much like Wayfairer.You may call me Tetraphrimaportacheeq.It is much simpler."
To who? I'd barely got it out the first time.
Melisandre: I pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R'hllor shows me only snow.
Jehowah-Jireh is my provider, redeemer and defender.
Stefan G. Bucher is a man possessed.
I'm Raine Benares, seeker and ... " I looked up at Vegard.
"What else are people calling me now?"
The big Guardian chuckled and shook his head. "A lot of things, ma'am. Some you've heard, most you haven't, but I'm sure you could guess.
Shalom Aleichem!!
This is Nimrod, because of whose vile plan the world no longer speaks a single tongue.
Andross, you motherfucker.
beshert. Meant to be.
Still she did not blench: maiden of the Rohirrim, child of kings, slender but as a steel-blade, fair yet terrible.
Hodor, said Hodor. Maester
Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died.
You're a Dhampir," I breathed.
"So are you." he teased.
"Yeah, but I just thought - "
"That I was human? Because of the bite marks?"
"Yeah." I admitted, No point in lying.
"We all have to survive," he said "And dhamphirs are good at figuring ways out to.
Rhage cleared his throat. My lord and ruler, Wrath, son of Wrath, blooded father of Wrath, I present you with Throe, Piece of Shit.
Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.
Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.
Since moving to Valhalla, I'd learned an impressive number of Old Norse cusswords. Meinfretr translated as something like stinkfart, which was, naturally, the worse kind of fart
I ... am ... the son of Jor-El!
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
A Bad start is still a start by Tyr FaHazathant
The death of Baldr is one of the most important moments in the mythology.
A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
A warrior! 'Tis a warrior!" Hharm's heart beat hard, his triumph thundering in his ears. "My son shall carry forth my name! He shall be known as Hharm as I was before he!" The
In the kingdom of bang and blab.
Is this the seedman Jasher?" The commander indicated the charred remains.
"It's his identical twin."
"We know he traveled with you until recently. Where is his amar?"
"I ate it."
"This is a foolish time for flippancy."
"I panicked. It tasted horrible. Do you have any mouthwash?
Bugger Shekhar. How about a bibbi instead?"
"Maybe I'll read."
"Your choice," Sharpe said carelessly.
Lha Gyal Lo! (Victory to the gods)
Khatun Temur, literally "Queen Iron," and Khatun Baatar, "Queen Hero.
Feyre Archeron." A labored breath. "I told you - to stay with the High Lord. And you did.
Bad spellers of the world untie!
Habiba. It's an old word that means dear friend.
He's such a dear, Mr. Garnet. A beautiful, pure, bred Persian. He has taken prizes."
"He's always taking something - generally food.
But it's not the name I'd give to a conqueror of worlds ... I would've gone with Thundro or Ragnor. I might just call him Thundro anyway.
Hail, blest Confusion! here are met
All tongues, and times, and faces;
The Lancers flirt with Juliet,
The Brahmin talks of races.
Hello," said a Traveler, crouching down on Tier's other side. "You must be the Bard."
"Tier," said Seraph, "this is Kors. Kors, my husband, Tier. Kors, what do you want?"
Ah, thought Tier contentedly, all that in under a breath, my Seraph at her charismatic best.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him
valar morghulis.
Jaqen H'ghar, A Clash of Kings
Blud's thicker than water.
HERE LIES BROM
Who was
A Rider bonded to the dragon Saphira
Son of Holcomb and Nelda
Beloved of Selena
Father of Eragon Shadeslayer
Founder of the Varden
And Bane of the Forsworn.
May his name live on in glory.
Stydja unin mo'ranr
Bremer also observed "a pretty little white boy of about seven years of age sitting among some tall Negro girls. The child had light hair, the most lovely light brown eyes, and cheeks as red as roses; he was, nevertheless, the child of a slave mother, and was to be sold as a slave.
Taleenoi olngisoilechashur.
death poem of Hyakka,
My friendship you shall have, leanred Man," piped Reepicheep. "And any Dwarf
or Giant
in the army who does not give you good language shall have my sword to reckon with.
Ashurbanipal." Oh, baby, keep talking dirty to me.
Hodor?"
"Hodor.
Together, hbeebti." "Always, Archangel.
Warraner would rather have been the king of nothing than the prince of something.
The mighty Caliph of Khorasan. The King of Kings. Her beautiful monster.
Drizzt would come for him; probably Wulfgar and Catti-brie, too. But not Bruenor.
The wife of Ben-Hur, sat in her room in the beautiful villa by Misenum. It was noon, with a warm Italian sun making summer for the roses and vines outside. Everything in the apartment was Roman,
Be happy, Feyre.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
I am told by my toad, Treacle, that Pangur Ban is the true lord of Wychwoode and a great friend of Gwydion. Has the cat not told you this himself yet?
May your swords stay sharp -Brom
The Black Tower stands with the Lion of Andor.
-Logain
Haftor was the Easer to the Easers. This was the most powerful man in Creation. Peder knew trouble was coming, but knew not what it was or how to deal with it.
Ah! Indeed but! But he consumes too much spice, eats it like candy. Look at his eyes! He might have come directly from the Arrakeen labor pool. Efficient, Piter, but he's still emotional and prone to passionate outbursts. Efficient, Piter, but he still can err.
-Baron Vladimir
Names are not always what they seem. The common Welsh name Bzjxxllwcp is pronounced Jackson.
I cringed at the stupid 'b' word. Really, the English language is kind of limited in that department.
Well I come from a land,
from a far away place, where the caravan camels roam.
They will cut of your ear if they don't like your face,
it's babaric, but hey,
it's home.
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
You must all know about Bourgain, so I don't have to write his name on the board-for an obvious reason.
Briar Greyson, in the bedroom, with the letter opener.
Baldric; but he made a remark that seems worthy of record.
Wotan of Walhalla,
No, I don't think any harm of old Butterbur. Only he does not altogether like mysterious vagabonds of my sort.' Frodo gave him a puzzled look.
'Well, I have rather a rascally look, have I not?' said Strider with a curl of his lip and a queer gleam in his eye.
Call me Ishmael.
Warr be-rong orah
Where is a better country
Governor Arthur Phillip et al
Vocabulary of the language of N.S. Wales in the neighbourhood of Sydney, MS 41645, SOAS, University of London
Hope, like the gleaming taper
Bet he was myrrh," said Josh. "Bastard, he brings the cheapest gift and now he wants to sodomize me. My mother told me the myrrh went bad after a week too." Did I mention that Joshua was not a myrrh fan?
Baeyer-a chemist who was more of an encyclopedist than a researcher.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
I knew the answer, and
of course
so did Ramses. He has superb breath control and always gets in ahead of me.
DeYtH Banger is a character, who is famous because of me, who is created by me and who lives by me...
Gorse came back.
Freyre! someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.
Brandon's greatest regret is that he has but one life to give for Gondor.
Hadoop! I love the sound of it. Kat Potente, you and I will have a son, and we will name him Hadoop, and he will be a great warrior, a king!
Regarding R. H. Blyth: Blyth is sometimes perilous, naturally, since he's a high-handed old poem himself, but he's also sublime - and who goes to poetry for safety anyway.
How agreeable to watch, from the other side of the high stile, this mighty creature, this fat bull of Bashan, snorting, champing, pawing the earth, lashing the tail, breathing defiance at heaven and at me ... his heart hot with hate, unable to climb a stile.
Soon after the birth of the baby boy, Kishan Singh and his brothers freed from the jail and came back to home. "This baby has brought good fortune to our family. Let us call him Bhagat!
I can't survive losing you twice.
-Blythe
I am Birgitte Silverbow," Birgitte announced, as if to dispel doubt. "The Horn of Valere has sounded, calling all to the Last Battle. The heroes have returned!
In a long journey straw waighs.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
At early morn, with eager wills they rise, A shar'd endeavor binding them anew. The fast landspeeder o'er the desert flies - They go to find the errant droid R2.
Till Shade is gone, till water is gone, into the Shadow with teeth bared, screaming defiance with the last breath, to spit in Sightblinder's eye on the Last Day. By my honor and the Light, my life will be a dagger for Sightblinder's heart.
Until the Last Day, To Shayol Ghul itself.
Go maire tu' I bhfad agus rath!
'Live long and prosper'.
Ia! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!
So you're the infamous Acheron. (Amanda)
Lord and Master of the great barbarian horde that roams the night. (Acheron)
Itterasshai.
Go and come back safely.