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Gestalt means whole, and so are you.
Long as I can spell G-o-d I got somebody along.
Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereals.
Took the G out yo waffle, all you got left is your ego.
This was the face that Ga had shown the world, that of a boy who had swallowed the things that had happened to him, but who wouldn't understand what they meant for a long, long time.
That all you got, George?
Does he have a nickname?' Diana went on remorselessly. 'I mean, 'gaiphage' is so long. Can we call him phage? Or maybe just 'G'?
Gran follows recipes by looking at picture - to the eye, delicious; to the tongue, boiled socks. Makes you wanna cry really.
GNU, n. An animal of South Africa, which in its domesticated state resembles a horse, a buffalo and a stag. In its wild condition it is something like a thunderbolt, an earthquake and a cyclone.
Givi<>ng>ngng> these students, teenagers, any form of power over the use of their own words, allowi<>ng>ngng> them to turn everyday raw material into some form of beauty, is a gift beyond measure.
Oh, Grandmother, what terribly big teeth you have!
Driggs, wake up." she shook him. "Driggs!"
"Whaaat?" he groaned, squinting. "Why again? With the shaking?"
She held up the scrap. "I just found this in your pants."
Driggs raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing in my pants?"
She smacked him. "Focus! Read what it says.
Gimme a couple G's for every emcee I knocked to his knees.
Verbally useless, 'Oh you got the juice?' I squeeze you juiceless.
My grandmother used to say that there's something truly intimate about sharing food with the people you love." [Stacey]
"Intimate? Sharing food? People you love?" Amber raises an eyebrow. "Um, no offense, Stace, but it sounds like Gram was into food kink.
Give to a being the useless, and deprive him of the needful, and you have the gamin.
A hole in my Sam.
Forget grammar and think about potatoes
Traditional grammar
I've got nothing but the greatest respect for Mrs. Gogol," said Granny. "A fine woman. But talks a bit too much. If I was her, I'd have had a couple of big nails right through that thing by now."
"You would, too," said Nanny. "It's a good thing you're good, ain't it.
You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid-we know we're called Gred and Forge.
If we put a vinaigrette together, every part of it is weighed. For the burger, we do a bit of arugula, olive oil - everything is weighed. To the gram.
gin daisy, which
Nubs?" the doctor asked. "It's okay," Charlie said. "He's our dog. He isn't a person or anything." "I would hope not." "Sometimes he eats his own poop," Charlie explained.
prestidigitator,
Is. English. Not. Your. Native. Language?" Grim spoke each word separately, and strung each syllable out.
Nick hated it when he did that.
"Oh, how silly of me," Grim continued. "I forgot Stupid is your native tongue.
George,' I croaked, 'are you okay?'
'No. Someone's buttocks are flattening my foot.'
I shifted my position irritably.
Hurray', shouted Glokta. 'Porridge again!'He looked over at the motionless Practical. 'Porridge and honey, better than money, everything's funny, with porridge and honey!
The word just hangs, until Severin starts the blender and there's only the sound of crunching and grinding vitamins, the silvery core of nourishment, containing every essential thing but the nourishment itself. (pg. 82)
a total fucking gas
You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die.
George: You see... I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?
The world has a harder time breaking a good sense of humor, John Gramm
Leah: I want those gubs Mommy.
Kate: They're not 'gubs' they're 'gloves'
Aaden and Leah try and say gloves
Leah: Gloves!
Kate: Good job!
Aaden: Gubs!
Kate: No
It was Gramps' turn now. He took his time and
Members rise from CMG (known sometimes in Whitehall as 'Call Me God') to KCMG ('Kindly Call Me God') to .. the GCMG ('God Calls Me God').
He wasn't just Gat. He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. All that was there, in the lids of his brown eyes, his smooth skin, his lower lip pushed out. There was coiled energy inside.
Grammar is the breathing power for the life of language
If you show me a lady, I'll show you a gentleman; show me a bitch, and I'll show you a G.
Max spat his coffee out all over himself. He tried to laugh and choke at the same time and so the only thing that came out was a sputtering bark that sounded like a phlegmatic seal with a pack and a half a day Lucky Strike habit -non filtered.
How much does a thought weigh?
Well, you know somethin', Mean Gene ...
They float, " it growled, "they float, Georgie, and when you're down here with me, you'll float, too - " George's
You look like a strip-o-gram, Julian said to Malcolm Fade, High Warlock of Los Angeles.
Aagragaah. It mean lit'rally der time when you see dem little pebbles and you jus' know dere's gonna be a great big landslide on toppa you and it already too late to run. Dat moment, dat's aagragaah.
And if you a G you a G-G-G. My name is Onika, you can call me Nicki.
Germ of endearment
MG was nearly mythical, other than my entries - no interaction with users on
the off chance one was a Fernoza on the troll. And today proved I couldn't take a stranger bearing gifts at face-value.
N OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
George is the best little dishwasher in Texas.
You can't define the ache that's in George's voice. It's just something inherently him. It doesn't need definition. It doesn't need clarification. It doesn't need a lot of things. You just sit back and appreciate it. It's just greatness.
Can't nobody make us do a thang once we git hard against it. And if anybody don't like that, you don't have to explain a thang to'm. All you got to say is, 'I'm Charlotte Simmons, and I don't hold with thangs like 'at.' And they'll respect you for that.
Toothless crossed his eyes and made a gulping noise with his throat as if he was swallowing ...
"AAAAAAARGH!" screamed Hiccup.
Toothless spat Ziggerastica onto the floor.
"Only j-j-joking," he said.
Sometimes you gwyne to git hurt, en sometimes you gwyne to git sick; but every time you's gwyne to git well agin.
Earlier today I was eating a nugget.
Mindgasm (noun) - An exhilarating neurostorm of intense intellectual pleasure. Fully revelatory understanding of a certain topic. Involuntary contractions of brain muscles usually accompanied by the overwhelming sensation of truth proximity. Visionarism. State of awe.
If I could take a punch like that, I might have been able to think up a name besides George for all my sons.
He was only thirty-eight. His body was clean, well-fed, and benign. He had all his teeth. A fresh Armenian joke stirred in his head like a child in its mother's womb. He thought life was wonderful.
A G-string is a permanent self-inflicted wedgie.
Nanny Ogg was an attractive lady, which is not the same as being beautiful. She fascinated Casanunda. She was an incredibly comfortable person to be around, partly because she had a mind so broad it could accommodate three football fields and a bowling alley.
My great-great-great-grandmother
G'deveingReadingfestival!
I end<>ong>oong>rse <>ong>oong>nly pr<>ong>oong>ducts I actually use. Like Wheaties keeps <>ong>oong>ffering me m<>ong>oong>ney, but I d<>ong>oong>n't eat Wheaties, s<>ong>oong> I can't d<>ong>oong> it. N<>ong>oong>w, if Rice Krispies <>ong>oong>r Fr<>ong>oong>sted Flakes <>ong>oong>ffered me a deal, I'd take it right away. Apple Jacks, I'd be <>ong>oong>n the b<>ong>oong>x in a heartbeat. Apple Shaqs. Yeah.
my incessantly syllable-excreting mind
AGALAXY (A'GALAXY) n.s.[Gr.] Want of milk.Dict.
Long live Grameen Bank. Let the power of poor women prevail.
We take gingko to sharpen our memories. We could be memorizing song lyrics instead.
I am the Golux, the only Golux in the world and not a mere device
OMFGEIGHTPOUNDBABYJESUSONAPOGOSTICK WHAT?
There is no gaiety as gay as the gaiety of grief.
I think Koenigsegg is Swedish for: Oh no, my head has just exploded!
Ngari-ngari - literally
Its okay Ginny. Don't be upset. We'll send you a toilet seat or something. Fred and George said to Ginny
The Armenian alphabet is shredded lace
squiggly, feathery and mysterious. More elongated than Arabic, more elegant than Cyrillic.
Correct English is the slang of prigs ...
I tell him, "Attaway to hit, George."
I like eggs and bacon," George tells me. "But" - his face clouds - "do you know that bacon is" - tears leap to his eyes - "Wilbur?
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
We have s<>ong>oong> many v<>ong>oong>ices in us, h<>ong>oong>w d<>ong>oong> we kn<>ong>oong>w which <>ong>oong>nes t<>ong>oong> <>ong>oong>bey?
Gourmet: Usually little more than a glutton festooned with credit cards.
Mistress of the grisly and the glutinous
A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.
In the kitchen Gamache's German shepherd, Henri, sat up in his bed and cocked his head. He had huge oversized ears which made Gamache think he wasn't purebred but a cross between a shepherd and a satellite dish.
Gram and Gramps never spoke of them either. I guess that bridge got burned, too. Hell, Gram probably poured the gasoline and lit the match herself!
I am the gaiaphage.
I just bonked a werewulf on the noggin. Jeez.
And you Mr. Ground-of-Wheat, Mr. Text, Mr. Is-Was,
can you calculate the ratio between wire and window . . .
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
S.P.A.M. S.enseless P.eople A.always M.essaging
Do you like vegetables?" Sophie asked, hoping to steer the conversation towards a slightly less dangerous kind of food.
"You is trying to change the subject," the Giant said sternly. "We is having an interesting babblement about the taste of the human bean. The human bean is not a vegetable.
Grammar is a piano I play by ear.
Here we supped ... , having amongst other dainties, a dish of truffles, an earth nut found by an hogg trained to it.
I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. Oh. Sorry, G. Not you, of course.
Grammar, he saw, was agreement, community, consensus.
Can I come back and see you sometime?"
"Long as you bring me some chocolate," Gramma said, and smiled. "I'm partial to chocolate."
"Gramma, you're diabetic."
"I'm old, girl. Gonna die of something. Might as well be chocolate.
Gold to airy thinness beat.
ohmygodIthinkIsuckedhisdick.
Words have weight.
My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonics, and chronic.
Granma's name was Bonnie Bee. I knew that when I heard him late at night say, 'I kin ye, Bonnie Bee,' he was saying, 'I love ye,' for the feeling was in the words.
granny-humping butt sucker!