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Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.
corn maque choux. He
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Wiv difficulty 'an injinuity. Jest bein' smart, like.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
Ut laeve is genne pannekook
I'm not entirely sure what your problem is, but I'm sure it's really hard to pronounce.
Fie, fie, fond love, thou art so full of fear
As one with treasure laden, hemm'd with thieves;
Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear,
Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.
Ane fals intent under ane fair pretence
Hes causit mony innocent for to de.
Grit folie is to gif over-sone credence
To all that speiks fairlie unto the.
Fuckity ... Shit ... Fuck!
Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna' be fooled again!
Hey, Fnick can I change the channel, the game's on." -Iggy
"Make yourself at home, FIGGY" -Fang
I saw your foner." "Foner?" "Your female boner.
Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Fee fi foe fum, she's scratching on my back. Oh, here she comes.
I don't know what the word is in Austrian.
I'm sorry for the ducks; I love foie gras.
This is Ireland, Finley. It's rough. It's wild. And it is holy.
VW used to mean FAHRVERGNUGEN and now it's FARFROMUNION!
Birgit Von Schondorf
Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!
Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.
Falderson," he said quietly to Bahzell in passable Navahkan, "is as stupid as the day is long." He craned his neck to gaze up at the hradani and shook his head. "In fact, he's even stupider than I thought. You, sir, are the biggest damned hradani-no offense-I think I've ever seen.
Friendth, Romanth, countrymen, lend me your earsth.
Woord is but wynd; leff woord and tak the dede.
Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.
My first language is Gaelic.
Oh Ford, oh Ford!
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
Howay yabastaaz I'll t-t-take the f-f-fuckin lorrayaz! Am fuckin al reet me man. Why aye!
Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast. - Without haste, but without rest.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Irish as a Paddy's pig.
Touche, mon ami. Too fugging shay.
Being Irish, I always had this love of words.
Foy was no Tree of Knowledge, at most he was a Bush of Opinion
If he is strong, then we'll have to be quick and clever," she said in a cheerful tone."A bit of trickery may be needed as well."
"Ach, ye sound like a Highlander," he said. "In Gaelic we say, an ten ach mbionn laidir ni follair do bheith glic." He who is not strong must be cunning.
I'm a...an otaku faery.
I may be Irish, but I'm not stupid.
Hebbity bedda," I said, by way of attempting a greeting. My mouth had gone rather numb, and my tongue felt like a lead weight. "Jussa hangonna sayke hee.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
My name is Alistair Theirin and I'm king of Ferelden. Long live the king, long may he reign! And so forth. Pray to the maker he doesn't do something stupid..
I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
Happy he wh<>ong>oong> f<>ong>oong>rgets what cann<>ong>oong>t be changed.
Mother... fucker...
Gundhrold's head lowered until his massive beak was only inches away from Amos's nose. "I am a son of the desert. This was once my home - the home of all my kind. I know every crag, every slope, every crick and hollow-"
Amos rolled his eyes. "Every blatherin' speck o' sand?
Goosnargh, said Ford Prefect, which was a special Betelgeusian word he used when he knew he should say something but didn't know what it should be.
fisselig (German):
Flustered to the point of incompetence. A temporary state of inexactitude and sloppiness that is elicited by another person's nagging.
And of course, there is always the F for failure. F for failing falling festering failure. F for fault. F for forgotten.
ohmygodIthinkIsuckedhisdick.
Th<>ong>oong>u hast all seas<>ong>oong>ns f<>ong>oong>r thine <>ong>oong>wn, O Death!
I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
Semper Fi! MotherFucker!
Let me help. Rhymes with I love you, right?
Soft and faire goes farre.
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
I'm bored, lalalallalalala OLLI OXEN SOMETHING!!
Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
Faygne woulde I curse thee further, botte mie tyngue
Denies mie harte the favoure soe toe doe.
Doctor, I can't pronounce my F's, T's and H's." "Well you can't say fairer than that then
Froi didn't know where home was anymore. He wanted to return to Lumatere, and he wanted to stay in Charyn. What strangeness was that? To belong in two kingdoms. He felt a sob rise within him that he swallowed hard the moment he felt Lirah and Gargarin at his shoulders.
Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his girdle.
I'm crazy about ducks and swans and geese, so I don't eat foie gras. I try to eat organic.
You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die.
May you always have a friend that is worth that name. Irish blessing
The nuttes schell, thocht it be hard and teuch,Haldis the kirnill, and is delectabill.Sa lyis thair ane doctrine wyse aneuch,And full of fruit, under ane fenyeit Fabill.
Fookin' Irish, they're a race of political masochists, they love their fookin' chiefs and princes an' a strong hand belting. It's like the man said in the play, Abair and focal republic i nGaoluinn?
Think ere you speak
I have trouble saying hu ... hu ... husband.
Whoop-tee-fucking-do-- P.c. Cast
Fuck-a-doodle-do.-- Jay Stringer
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.
Go home to Ravka, Nina. Be free, as you were meant to be. Be a warrior, as you always have been. Just save some mercy for my people. There has to be a Fjerda worth saving. Promise me
Grassyasses." "Grassyasses?" everyone said in unison. "That means many thanks in Spanish," Mr. Farrington said with a swollen chest.
Festina lente. You know what that means?"
Hurry slowly."
Bene." He smiled.
-A Good & Happy Child
Isolfr," Frithulf said, "you weigh a hundred stone."
"Do I? Sorry," and he tried to straighten, but nothing was working.
Frithulf swore and said,"Kari, I think I'm going to need you to get his feet."
Are they running away? Isolfr wanted to ask.
If you don't know how to pronounce a word, say it loud!
Now, I know I'm going to break your hearts, but I am forced to leave you. You must call up all your fortitude, and try to bear it ... "Bob swore!" - as the Englishman said for "Good night", when he first learnt French, and thought it so like English. "Bob swore," my ducks!" (Chapter XXII)
L -Life
I -Is
F -For
E -Entertainment
I am Brister Fendlestick. Velcome to my hoomble home!
I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus ... A a-stinct winocowus.
NOTPOHL
Endtegt vohn
PU
PU had in
gefuhnden
No effete dauber M.
No - simple to pronounce, hard to say.
Shalom Aleichem!!
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! Now 's the day and now 's the hour; See the front o' battle lour.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
Festina lente. Make haste slowly.
Oh, foisted, is it?" cried Mr. Ormiston in righteous indignation. "Such a word! And if it means what I think it does, young man, you should get down on your knees and thank God for such foistingness!
I vill eat nine Snikuhs bahs visout bahfing
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'.
Faire words makes mee looke to my purse.
Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).
I'm proud to be Irish.
Campingfahrt means not, as you might imagine, an unfortunate incident with Libby in a tent ... . It means "camping trip." I think I have a natural talent for languages.
The fricassee with dumplings is made by a Mrs. Miller whose husband has left her four times on account of her disposition and returned four times on account of her cooking ...
Fuckin' A. Bedtime.