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Languages are the pedigree of nations.
An interesting fact is that the town of Bau-Bau in Sulawesi, Indonesia, selected Hangeul in 2009 to write the Cia-Cia language.2 Who knows, maybe Hangeul will become one of the universal phonetic languages in the world!
Japanese tea ceremony,
Indians, schmindians!
Waban-aki: People from where the sun rises.
she's part Armenian,
Language is power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation.
Persian pussy from over the sea demure and lazy and smug and fat none of your ribbons and bells for me ours is the zest of the alley cat
Eight hundred people, possibly, are murdered every year in Burma, they matter nothing; but the murder of a white man is a monstrosity, a sacrilege.
Different languages cut the world into different slices.
I've been repeating ad nauseam that we in Burma, we are weak with regard to the culture of negotiated compromises, that we have to develop the ability to achieve such compromises.
Ay, is it not a language I speak?
A Turk for toughness, for hands that never tire; An Indian for her rounded bosom bursting with milk; A Persian for her tight crotch and her coquetry; An Uzbeg to thrash as a lesson for the three.
German in the most extravagantly ugly language - it sounds like someone using a sick bag on a 747.
My look is 'Poly'n'Asian' - part Polynesian native, part Asian warrior.
Asian face and local language skills to handle the cash. I had just returned to the States from Vietnam, having left the military under a cloud, the origins of which I was able to understand only years later. My mother, the American half of the marriage, had just died; I had no brothers or sisters;
I think that at heart I am an old-fashioned Chinese, really I am.
It matters not what language a man speaks; he holds a pen, he holds a plow, he holds a gun in exactly the same manner. We are all children of our tools.
In the interstices of language lie powerful secrets of the
culture.
How do you spell it?" I asked. It sounded like Ky-den. Jay spelled it for me. "It's A-I, like Thai food," he explained.
Tongues and odors mixed on the air: Iskari and motor oil, sweat and leather, Camlaander and Archipelagese and some Shining Empire dialect like silk-muffled cymbals.
English, I know you ... you are German with a license to kill.
The Sacred Willow: Four Generations in the Life of a Vietnamese Family. She
I don't want Burma to be a basket case forever.
Human beings do not live in the objective world alone, nor alone in the world of social activity as ordinarily understood, but are very much at the mercy of the particular language which has become the medium of expression for their society.
Dr. Gordon S. Seagrave, the famous "Burma Surgeon.
I'm a passionate Welshman. I have a culinary relationship with language: I taste what I say because I have two languages, and each informs the other.
My two worlds were alive: Chinese and Malay rolled into one, blended by the centuries that had passed.
A frightful dialect for the stupid, the pedant and dullard sort.
Samassi Abou don't speak the English too good.
Apparently, one in five people in the world are Chinese. And there are five people in my family, so it must be one of them. It's either my mum or my dad. Or my older brother, Colin. Or my younger brother, Ho-Chan-Chu. But I think it's Colin.
English. That was where I met him.
My mother always said I must be part Mongolian because of my lotus-pale complexion and squid-ink black hair.
I will not leave Burma until the cross is planted here forever.
I love the Chinese words for greeting: not strictly 'Hello' but 'Have you eaten yet?
[On The Philippines:] ... eighty dialects and languages are spoken; we are a fragmented nation of loyal believers, divided by blood feuds and controlled by the Church.
After all it was my father who founded the Burmese army and I do have a sense of warmth towards the Burmese army.
One made the observation of the people of Asia that they were all slaves to one man, merely because they could not pronounce that syllable No.
Love, my ass. The international language is food.
I flew north to Chiang Mai, near the Burmese border, and went for a walk round town and within thirty seconds a young man appeared in front of me. 'You wanna fuck my sister?' he asked. I said no. 'You wanna fuck me?' I said no, but
We Burmese,' he began, 'are experts at looking for what's not there. It's something you should learn to do too. You must look for what's missing and learn how to find the truth in these absences.
The Malays are spiritually inclined, tolerant and easy-going. The non-Malays, and especially the Chinese, are materialistic, aggressive and have an appetite for work. For equality to come about, it is necessary that these strikingly contrasting races adjust to each other.
POKSI (Physically Okay but Socially Inept)
What is China but a people and their stories?
There aren't a lot of humans who speak more than one dialect of Forshan. I know all four of the major ones.'
'Impressive,' Duvall Said.
'I'm good with my tongue,' Dahl said.
'Now who's being forward?' Duvall asked.
I'm pretty good with languages.
Two nations divided by a common language.
How could I be sure of these teeangers' national origin? Was I using names of origin to give them a place instead, when it was clear that they were moving toward a new language?
mind, this poor child must be from
depends on all of the people who use the language.
Americans like to think 'Python' is how English people really are. There is an element of truth to that.
American and Vietnamese characters alike leap to life through the voice and eyes of a tenyearold girl-a protagonist so strong, loving, and vivid I longed to hand her a wedge of freshly cut papaya.
Non-Indian writers usually say "Great Spirit," "Mother Earth," "Two-Legged, Four-Legged, and Winged." Mixed-blood writers usually say "Creator, "Mother Earth," "Two-Legged, Four- Legged, and Winged." Indian writers usually say "God," "Mother Earth," "Human Being, Dog, and Bird."
I just love dialects; they're really fun.
How do Polish people spell farm? E-I-E-I-O
People should be concerned about installing a more sensible, responsible government. What we [the burmese] need is a government that is accountable and transparent, so that the people know what it is doing and can judge for themselves whether or not they like what is being done.
Another Country,
Welsh is an actual, currently used language and our next-door neighbors Angela and Gaenor spoke it. It sounds like Wizard.
Pidgin, pidgin everywhere. A peculiarity of dropping the connective, the article, of translating literally, of using present for past, present for future. We Filipinos did not speak pidgin. Our English was straight from the grammar texts.
The perfidious, savage, disdainful, stupid, slothful, inhospitable, stupid English.
Those of us who decided to work for democracy in Burma made our choice in the conviction that the danger of standing up for basic human rights in a repressive society was preferable to the safety of a quiescent life in servitude
The most satisfying of languages, Latin.
Tamilians love to irritate non-Tamil speakers by speaking in Tamil only.
I'm, I guess you could say, the Chinese-speaking, banjo-picking girl.
Tell me something in your native woodland language.
...the intranslatable intonations of a foreigner, the inevitable cross-cultural misunderstandings lurking in tones and glances and assumptions.
I know you don't think that any tongue I speak is mine; it must be rented. I am always denial, or pretense. A child born mid-flight has no nation. I can pull on either culture, but they always melt like a dream, trickle away, water on the oiled pelt of foreign.
What species is he?" "British
I may speak many languages, but there remains one in which I live.
I don't believe in that country any longer. I'm not interested. I'm writing in the language, and I like the language.
I don't really think of most non-English as people, more or less indigenous squirrels that I fancy to kick around with my snakeskin French Persian Boots
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal. - unknown
When language in common use in any country becomes irregular and depraved, it is followed by their ruin and degradation. For what do terms used without skill or meaning, which are at once corrupt and misapplied, denote but a people listless, supine, and ripe for servitude?
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.
All I know is that I operate by going out to each of them and trying to learn the territory in which they operate. My language to each of them has to suit their brain.
English, however, is kinky. It has a predilection for dressing up like Welsh on lonely nights.
Pukka sahib or rank outsider
gentleman or bounder
and it's accent, accent, all the way.
Language is the tool of my trade -and I use them all - all the Englishes I grew up with
Hula is the language of the heart, therefore, the heartbeat of the Hawai'ian people.
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
One's identity derives not from one's nation or blood but from the language one uses.
La di da di, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody.
My homeland is the portuguese language.
Language is the spiritual exhalation of the nation.
Orientals, and the Malays in particular, are a sensitive people: delicacy of sentiment is predominant with them.
I speak some dwarvish.
I've taken this year to concentrate fully on the promotion of 'The Lady.' This movie has been so meaningful; until we have premiered in every part of the world and encouraged as many people as possible to shine the spotlight on the Burmese people and Daw Suu, I will not have a next project.
Language is the key to the heart of people.
The first thing I do whenever I go to Thailand is seek out the closest restaurant or stall selling mango-and-sticky rice: it's a little hillock of glutinous rice drenched in lashings of coconut milk and served with fresh mango.
Take three different Thai writers and ask them to extrapolate their county's future, and one hopes that you'll get three very different - but all deeply honest - versions.
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.
I asked a Burmese why women, after centuries of following their men, now walk ahead. He said there were many unexploded land mines since the war.
The people of Asia were slaves, because they had not learned how to pronounce the word 'no'.
A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.
The tongue they speak there is not like any spoken in the Archipelago or the other Reaches, and they are a savage people, white-skinned, yellow-haired, and fierce, liking the sight of blood and the smell of burning towns.
I love Southeast Asia. As a child, I lived in that part of the world. My first time in Burma was in 1958 with my parents.
Reading Ngo Tu Lap's poems, terrible nostalgia wells up in me- nostalgia for a lost time and a far-gone country, nostalgia for people I've loved, and for creatures of forests and rivers. I feel gratitude too. War is over. Peace arrives with these beautiful poems.
When a monkey nibbles on a weenis, it's funny in any language.
I have lived my life defined as a refugee in Nepal and India, a resident alien and immigrant in the United States. At last, I am a Tibetan in Tibet, a Khampa in Kham, albeit as a tourist in my occupied and tethered country.
Western philosophers gained access to Asian and African traditions initially by noting similarities and differences. But that, as A.C. Mukerji, of Allahabad, was to note in 1932, is not to do philosophy, but is at best a preparation.