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The letters in 'Brace Beemer' can be arranged to spell 'Embrace Beer.'
I am Brister Fendlestick. Velcome to my hoomble home!
Amazing, I thought nobody could tell that man what to do.
-Foalan to Bridei
Talking about Broichan
You kissed her? You kissed my mate?"
"Actually, the more I think about it, she kissed me. But I kissed her back."
"You kissed?" Breccan asked again.
"Yes. We kissed. Mouths tangled. Tongues involved. Kissed."
"I know what it means! Care to elaborate?"
"At one point she screamed.
I do no damage. This is damage, this."
He picked up a paper from Camille's desk. "I can't read your writing, but I take it the general tenor is that Brissot should go and hang himself.
For people who think of chicken as the meat choice of those-who-don't-really-like-meat, brining a bird will be a revelation.
Now if you gentlemen," she looked at Briec, "and whatever
you are, will excuse me.
Inez? I'm sorry I bit you," he said with sincere regret, and then inspiration made him add, "Bastien made me do it.
Benteen, come on, big village, be quick. Bring packs.
Come what may, I have been blest.Blest-- Lord Byron
We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since days of long ago.
Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
Belen shrugs. "It's a perfect plan."
"As easy as falling in love," Mara adds.
"Foolproof," Hector agrees.
I don't deserve such friends. I blink against the sting of threatening tears and say, "All you Joyans are filthy liars.
Uh-oh, big boy. Your blood is in the water and the sharks are circling. Must be feeding time.
Mea Brin, The Huntress
The brut first knows death when it dies, but man draws consciously nearer to it every hour that he lives; and this makes his life at times a questionable good even to him who has not recognised this character of constant anaihilation in the whole of life.
Brunch, a meal invented by rich white chicks to rationalize day drinking and bingeing on French toast.
What's that darkness over there?" Leven asked.
"It's not good." Clover said.
"Then what is it?"
'Bad," Clover suggested, sounding as though he wasn't all that impressed with Leven's level of knowledge.
"I understand opposites," Leven said, frustrated.
This is how I think of us, when I remember our nights at Troy: Achilles and I beside each other, Phoinix smiling and Automedon stuttering through the punch lines of jokes, and Briseis with her secret eyes and quick, spilling laughter.
RAIJIN, TAKE ME NOW.
She shot Buruu a withering glance as he rolled over on his back and pawed at the sky.
HAVE MERCY ON ME, FATHER. TAKE MY WINGS. CHAIN ME TO STINKING EARTH. BUT THIS TORTURE I CANNOT ENDURE.
Oh, shut it.
Ever since that day you danced into my life, I've done nothing but breathed your air. I'd suffocate without you. Braxxon Breaker
Yet sighes, deare sighes, indeeds true friends you are
That do not leave your left friend at the wurst,
But, as you with my breast, I oft have nurst
So, gratefull now, you waite upon my care.
Paul Brunton was a great original and got to a place of personal evolution that illumines the pathways of a future humanity.
What are you doing here "
"Hiding with you
How will you deal with him?" Belses asked.
Jock lifted a brawny fist and regarded it lovingly. "Knock him out
truss him up
whatever the Almighty permits us."
Supposing he's not alone?"
Oh, then, if his trusties are with him, there'll be a bonny rumpus.
Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).
I
quit
thinking.
Shaselle?"
"What now?" I incredulously exclaimed.
"Do you have plans tomorrow?"
"What?"
"I have a day off duty. We could-"
"No!" I shouted. "What is this?
The skybr>Scorched by the sun,br>Weepsbr>Fecund tears.
Now gae your wa'sTho'anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and the bardies That lang they'll brook the auld I trow, Or neibours cry,'Weel brook the new'.
Bu is a word that cools many a warm impulse, stifles many a kindly thought, puts a dead stop to many a brotherly deed. No one would ever love his neighbor as himself if he listened to all the Buts that could be said.
Without error there can be no brilliancy
English is a bitch
For thus men seyth, That on thenketh the beere,
But al another thenketh his ledere.
Britt-Marie is convinced she's about to have a hear attack, but when she explains this to Bank, Bank says, 'That's how it's meant to be when you're watching soccer.
Before I can say anything,
It dissolves in my throat
And turns into tears.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Dude," Braeden said and bit down on his knuckle. "You've gotta tap that." I laughed. "Been there, done that." "Then I gotta tap that."
-Braeden & Romeo
I think
I just don't know.-- Lou Reed
What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing <>ong>onong> your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off <>ong>onong> picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash
For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day.
Don't worry, Miss Brielle. To be honest, the ones with a little bit of crazy have always been my favorite.
eaten for lunch.
Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
I just gazed at the smoke haze above Lundene, the darkness darkening a summer sky, and wished I were a bird, high in that nothingness, vanishing. Haesten
The world brought me to my knees, what have you brung you?
Idiot! You idiot!
Sits bits unhitch!
What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing on your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off on picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash
Th blu nyt
th stRs u can't c
th hum tht nevr gOs awy
Well ah woke up aboot hauf ten an' ah wiz still pissed fae the Friday night. Oan the table beside ma bed wiz hauf a spliff, hauf a boatle a wine an' a can ay beer. Ah smoked the spliff an' drank the wine fur ma breakfast then rolled another joint tae huv wae the beer.
You been going through my undies?" I asked. Bruiser's mouth twitched. " 'Cause all I got with me are the travel undies. The leather, silk, and lace stuff is all in the mountains."
"You got leather undies?" Bruiser asked, intrigued. [ ... ]
I smiled, showing teeth. "Nope.
Splat. This one showed
I feel in love then i got borken
Oh, by Moradin's itchy arse," grumbled Bruenor. "Scratched it, he did, and this one fell out.
you are
yesterday's
bouquet so sadly
raided
May your swords stay sharp -Brom
How do you know you have a cheap Dom?"
Brie rolled her eyes. "Just hit me with it."
"He asks you to take off your collar to walk the dog."
Brie actually laughed out loud.
This danish is too sweetish to finish.
Another day.
How long are you gonna scroll down?
Semicolon
Smile
adjourn for another beer. We
Brastias. My friend." Uh-oh, this couldn't be good. "Do you lie to me?"
"Uh ... no."
"See? That's a lie!
Being bridled, or yielding obediently to restraint, is necessary for our personal growth and progression.
It is good to hold the asse by the bridle.
In Brekkukot, words were too precious to use
because they meant something; our conversation was like pristine money before inflation; experience was too profound to be capable of expression; only the bluebottle was free.
On the whole I try to keep Modesty and Willie in timeless settings, which is why I avoid all the latest slang and in-words. It won't be long before 'brill' sounds as dated as 'super' does now. [Uncle Happy, 1990]
Bre, I love you and I don't know how to stop it. I can't and I won't.
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
Archer, is there a servant girl in my fortress you haven't taken to bed? I announce you're leaving and within minutes two of them are at each other's throats, and another is crying her eyes out in the scullery. Honestly. You've been here all of nine days."
- Roen, "Fire
Brummel would rush upon his plate & gulp down a roast in such a revolting manner that the other guests complained they were nauseated and Brummel had to be fed in his room ... ... ... .
(On Baron von Blixen
Six feet of amiable Swede and, to my knowledge, the toughest, most durable White Hunter ever to snicker at the fanfare of safari or to shoot a charging buffalo between the eyes while debating whether his sundown drink will be gin or whisky.
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.
You must all know about Bourgain, so I don't have to write his name on the board-for an obvious reason.
Words cannot explain the bruise that festers into a river that runs deep filled with pain n sorrows which only the visible can cure
Vashet: "I will admit, I've never had a studen offer himself up for a vicious beating in order to prove he's worth my time."
Kvothe: "That was nothing. Once I jumped off a roof.
Life Is Sweet
But Merging With You
Is Far Sweeter
West Germany's Briegel hasn't been able to get past anyone yet - that's his trademark.
The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? 100 For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
She took me to a mall yesterday"' Lachlain sounded as if he'd just stifled a shudder. "And she pointed to a boy and said, 'I think I want one.' So naturally, I start thinking, Where can I get a wee mortal? But she meant a bairn - our bairn.
N OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
It was time to work on his trees, to brew medicines and weed the rooftop plants before he forgot who he really was in all this running around. (Briar)
Therefore bivouac we On this great, blond highway, unimpeded by Veiled scruples, worn conundrums. Morning is Impermanent. Grab sex things, swing up Over the horizon like a boy On a fishing expedition.
Oh no! Don't drag us away from Antartica and take us to the playground of the rich and famous! Not that briar patch! -Max
It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath
How do you know
you're a girl?
I'm wearing a frock.
And if you take
it off?
I get cold, so I put
it back on.
If I was a boy,
I don't know what
I'd do.
Blest hour! It was a luxury
to be!
That happens sometimes, right? It's
on the tip of your tongue, but you just can't think of it.
I've waited so very long for this. For you. For someone as beautiful, both inside and out, as you, my beloved Brianna. Do you not see? 'Tis no accident that you're here. We were destined through time, through eternity, to meet. To love.
On Sundays, at the matin-chime, The Alpine peasants, two and three, Climb up here to pray; Burghers and dames, at summer's prime, Ride out to church from Chamberry, Dight with mantles gay, But else it is a lonely time Round the Church of Brou.
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
Where are we? -Braeden
In the deepest part of your mind, where Carden can never find you. It's the goodness you've developed despite everything, the kindness and love you're capable of even though you were born to kill. Hide here with me, and he'll never find us. -Kara
I see that you have a knife behind your back... You will drop your knife. - Ewen, to Brenna
Now you're here and everything's changing
Suddenly life means so much
I can't wait to wake up tomorrow
And find out this promise is true
I will never have to go back to
The day before you
HERE LIES BROM
Who was a Dragon Rider
And like a father
To me.
May his name live on in glory.
You have a tattoo, a black eye, and I just saw your bra. You are getting to be very hardcore, Fern.
Fhat thouding do're.
I 'uz mos' to de foot er de islan' b'fo' I found' a good place. I went into de woods en jedged I wouldn' fool wid raffs no mo', long as dey move de lantern roun' so. I had my pipe en a plug er dog-leg, en some matches in my cap, en dey warn't wet, so I 'uz all right.
From time to time we shall get up and go to the door and look out at the great moon and say: 'Why, it is nearly as bright as in Provence!' And then we shall come back to the fireside, with just the touch of a sigh because we are not in that Provence where even the saddest stories are gay.
Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele.
The boys quiet until Ben looks across the table at Chon, holds his thumb and index finger a millimeter apart, and says, "We're that close to being gay."
They laugh for half an hour.
Collective dicks
Bardur and the boy had leaned back a bit and looked at the sparkling sky that makes us humble and powerful at once and seems sometimes to speak to us. What is says carefully cleanses old wounds.