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Graecum est, non legitur," I finished his sentence, humiliated. "It is Greek to me." "Exactly;
I have lost you, Gat, because of how desperately, desperately I fell in love.
Fuck your fucking mother!' Gesar howled, twisting the wheel round. In a moment of genuine terror only the Russian language could convey the true depths of his feelings. It made me feel proud of our great Russian culture!
You'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.
Oh, Gerty, I wasn't meant to be good.
Bad spellers of the world untie!
Be happy, Feyre.
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
what I meant." Glaser
We're on a mission from Glod.
When folks git ole en strucken wid de palsy, dey mus' speck ter be laff'd at.
G'Kar: We are all the sum of our tears. Too little and the ground is not fertile, and nothing can grow there. Too much, the best of us is washed away.
Faygne woulde I curse thee further, botte mie tyngue
Denies mie harte the favoure soe toe doe.
Ek gret effect men write in place lite; Th'entente is al, and nat the lettres space.
I think Koenigsegg is Swedish for: Oh no, my head has just exploded!
Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
If I was going to have this conversation, I was going to need my good friends Pinot and Grigio.
For Gat with everything, everything. Cady
Grumble is the god of henchmen and minions. Once a former lackey himself, after his deification he chose to look over his own people rather than putting on airs.
Dear Gris, if there's one thing I can't abide it's a bad poet.
Life I love you, all is groovy.
Miss Gerhart, the last time I saw you, you had quite a mouthful to shout at me. You're really quiet today. Cat got your tongue?
Semmelweis reflex. They
Read it, ya slack eared, short tusk mongrel." - Grormoth Wraithmane
Narzel fart," I swore.
Anyone who lives in this time is concerned with grottiness.
You know the steez; you know my whole program. Brothers from the No-Lands, all we want is the G's guns and grams.
In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping.
Long as I can spell G-o-d I got somebody along.
Global warming my gluteus maximus
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Faire language grates not the tongue.
Germ of endearment
Ruthan Gudd drew off his gambeson and paused to luxuriate in the sudden escape from unbearable heat as his sweat-slicked skin cooled.
'Well,' said Skanarow from her cot, 'that woke me up.'
'My godlike physique?'
'The smell, Ruthan.
Try not to be so happy, mumler Agis, the spice situation in Denmark is a disaster.
He has a mouth, lord," Gerbruht said.
"I envy him," I said.
"Envy him, lord?"
"Most of us have to lower our trews to shit.
No the first day, man crea tee God
Curse you Kakarrot!
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Garp drank the beer and wondered if everything was an anticlimax..
I'm the worst speller on the planet. I'm so glad for spellcheck on my phone.
Gaiety is to good-humor as animal perfumes to vegetable fragrance. The one overpowers weak spirits, the other recreates and revives them. Gaiety seldom fails to give some pain; good-humor boasts no faculties which every one does not believe in his own power, and pleases principally by not offending.
I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.
What was "grokking"? He had been using the word for a week - and he didn't grok it.
I am the gaiaphage.
Giv Herren sin Aere, giv Kongen sin Told.
So many will try to destroy me. So many, over and over, coming in periods of greatness. But in this period, I cannot be broken: GAGAKLEIN.
Gril: Hay ... If there's a will, there's a way.
Boy: True!
Katahimikan ...
Boy: Kaso ngayon minsan distorted na e. There's the way, where's the will?
Girl: Ooh Solid! Rak en Rol!
I will always come for you, a ghra. You are my life, the very air I breathe, and I cannot be without you. Taim I ngra leat. Is tu mo shonuachar. I love you. You're my soul mate.
Grok' means to understand so thoroughly that the observer becomes a part of the process being observed - to merge, to blend, to intermarry, to lose personal identity in group experience.
You look absolutely delicious today, Feyre?!
Go maire tu' I bhfad agus rath!
'Live long and prosper'.
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
- Fair enough, dit Linus Brandell.
Our kiss was electric and soft,
and tentative and certain,
terrifying and exactly right.
I felt the love rush from me to Gat and from Gat to me.
We were warm and shivering,
and young and ancient,
and alive.
I was thinking, It's true. We already love each other.
We already do.
WHEN SOMEONE WHOM I HAVE HELPED,
OR IN WHOM I HAV PLACED GRT HOPE
HARMS ME WID GRT INJUSTICE.
MAY I SEE THT ONE AS SACRED FRIEND!!
Tell me, schatze, is it twue what they say about the way you people are... gifted?
...Oh, it's twue! It's twue!
But I'm at the top, huh?(Mr.Gruber's bad list)
Bestow on an individual the useless and deprive him of the necessary, and you have the gamin.
...that kernel of gaiety that never breaks.
Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele.
How devastated I am to say that I will not be present at your petite soiree on June 10th. Unfortunately, the exceptionally weak drinks you ordinarily serve at these occasions are not sufficient to dull my senses to your boyfriend's futile efforts to grope me in the hallway.
Bowed down by greif,
I had resolved
To be moved no more-
But tears, it seems,
Are not like minds.
You were stalwart.
The German stared at me, a combination of fatigue and frustration. But I understood.
His eyes on the potato said, Emilia, I'm hungry.
The dried blood on his shirt said, Emilia, I'm injured.
But the way he clutched his pack told me the most.
Emilia, don't touch this.
The next morning I woke up at oh eight oh oh hours, my brothers, and as I still felt shagged and fagged and fashed and bashed and my glazzies were stuck together real horrorshow with sleepglue, I thought I would not go to school.
Bid the hungry Greek go to heaven, he will go.
[Lat., Graeculus esuriens in coelum, jusseris, ibit.]
you curdled clot of whores piss
Mens videt astra.
(The soul sees the stars.)
Lestat, what did I say last night?' he asked. 'You are the damnedest creature!
Your not God, Steldor.
The ever relentless
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
I GOT TIGAR BLOOD
That was the end of Grogan... the man who killed my father, raped and murdered my sister, burned my ranch, shot my dog, and stole my Bible!
The other package has pieces of dried stag stick. The pups like chewing on those."
"What's a stag stick?" Meg asked, taking the packages.
He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb.
"Oh," Meg said. "Oh.
Night, G'rard."
" 'Night, mouse.
Your self-sacrificin g devotion to your purpose in life and your unwavering faith will carry you through times of difficulty.
One day I looked at Gat, lying in the Clairmont hammock with a book, and he seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.
Dear gourmands! my bowels yearn towards them as a father's toward his children. They are so good natured! They have such sparkling eyes!
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
T.G.T.B.T: too good to be true.
Mark you that and noat you wel.
Nocht is your fairnes bot ane faiding flour, Nocht is your famous laud and hie honour Bot wind inflat in uther mennis eiris.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Less than forty-eight hours until G-Day, when Gaea the Princess of Potty Sludge would awaken in all her dirt-faced glory.
GAMZEE: honk.
KARKAT: WHAT.
GAMZEE: HONK.
KARKAT: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????
O honorable strumpet
So what if I can't spell Armaggedon? ... it's not the end of the world.
... if yir gaunny git hung fir stealin a sheep ye might as well shag it n aw.
They watch on, evil, incredibly stupid, enjoying my destruction.
'Poor Grendel's had an accident,' I whisper. 'So may you all.
I just bonked a werewulf on the noggin. Jeez.
Grail Figure: Have you found the secret that I have lost?
Perceval: Yes. You and the land are one.
Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?'
'Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
prestidigitator,
STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.
Ggrace is God's best idea - it's His decision to ravage people by love, to rescue passionately, and to restore justly.
Fredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?"
"Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth."
"Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms.
The Grecian are youthful and erring and fallen gods, with the vices of men, but in many important respects essentially of the divine race.
Here Skugg lies snug As a bug in a rug.