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De object wuz tuh git dere. So Ah got up on de high stool lak she told me, but Pheoby, Ah done nearly languished tuh death up dere.
He who has had, has been, but he who hasn't been, has been had.
You should fear me, Mother. I am the Kwisatz Haderach." Jessica
A levels are approaching and Haddock's backside is a national treasure
Verte was the kingdom's head sorceress, oracle, palace grump, and the only reason I hadn't died of sheer boredom.... One time, I blew up her caudron trying to make soup. In retaliation, she sent me a billy goat that ate my entire closet's contents.
Rumours of Damen's enslavement in Vere had spread like fire through the camp. To see the Veretian Prince wear the gold cuff of a palace bed slave in turn was shocking, intimate, a symbol of Damen's ownership. Damen
There," Hadrian said. "Problem solved, and you aren't wanted for murder. Isn't that nice?"
"It's only nice not being wanted for murder if you've actually killed someone. Otherwise, what's the point? Besides, what makes you think I'm not wanted for murder?
I never meant to hurt you, Isabel. Had I known what I would find when I came north, I would never have agreed to Leighton's request ... That is a lie. Had I known that I would find you when I came north, I would have come years ago.
Poor Hayduke: won all his arguments but lost his immortal soul.
The automatic use of Du, even to strangers if they were friends of friends, was very surprising. Sie, it seemed, meant relegation to the outer darkness and people had been known to fight with swords about the matter.
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Hadrian discovered that the most fascinating thing about plummeting in total darkness wasn't the odd sense of euphoria instilled from the free fall or the abject terror derived from anticipating sudden death, but that he had the opportunity to contemplate both.
The future vibrated with uncertainty. I had failed. I had ignorance. I had hope.
Hadrian leapt to his feet. Royce was already up.
"Don't bother," Esrahaddon told them. "She's dead, and there's nothing you can do. The monster cannot be harmed by your weapons. It - "
The two were out the door.
Haemon: No city is property of a single man.
Creon: But custom gives possession to the ruler.
Haemon: You'd rule a desert beautifully alone.
Sir Doctor, we esteem very much the Hexenmeister of the Great Vellinton.
I had toward the poetic art a peculiar relation which was only practical after I had cherished in my mind for a long time a subject which possessed me, a model which inspired me, a predecessor who attracted me, until at length, after I had molded it
I pulled out Riptide.
Had I known only tells us the regretful stories of yesterday better
Buddy hugged his father,and promptly, with a dreadful brightness, came over to me and held out his had.I shook it. It felt fat and moist.
Chronocanine Envy:
Sadness experienced when one realized that, unlike one's dog, one cannot live only in the present tense. As Kierkegaard said, Life must be lived forward.
Verranica, I will never leave you.
I don't want to see you again, Herakles," I added. "You won't," he replied. "Congrats. I heard your father is dead." "It should've been you who took his life." "I would've done it, had you asked." "I know. I planned on it the day you disappeared. But, it worked out, didn't it?
I love taking challenges, as my name Leander means 'lion's heart.'
Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.Hell-- Jethro Tull
the had graduated
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?
You broke into Drumindor?" Wyatt looked impressed. "I thought that was impossible."
"Just about," Royce answered, "and we didn't get paid enough for the trouble it gave me."
Hadrian snorted, "You? I was the one who nearly died making that leap. You just hung there and laughed.
Run all you want, Haddie," he murmurs, his deep cadence a strong sound against the white noise around us, "but you're going to find yourself all tangled up in those dangling ends you refuse to tie to something. . . . Who's going to rescue you then?
Mother, you had me, but I never had you.
Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs.
To have may be taken from us, to have had, never. A man is thankless in the highest degree if, after losing something, he feels no obligation for having received it.
Dead?' repeated the old woman in the dressing gown. She sounded offended. 'Has hif,' she said, grandly aspirating each aitch as if that were the only way to convey the gravity of her words. 'Has hif han 'Empstock would hever do hanything so . . . common . . .
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
That's what you don't get, Hadlee. You're saving me too. Every second I spend with you, you save me a little more. When I'm around you, I want to better myself. I want to be a better man.
The Revenge of Adam Defoe
Hapmshire" typo,
(He had) hands that felt like a glove full of dice
I had done it all right, all the same, all the way it had to be done. It would be right.
Now.
Was that the way to phrase it? Always have had. It was immortal tense. A new rule of grammar. Always have had gotten friends killed.
Regardless of any title I'll ever hold, the most important job I'll ever have is spelled D-A-D.
I'll have what she's having-- Nora Ephron
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
He had to feel those lips on him again. Had. To. This wasn't a mild expression of preference. This was an imperative. His body was insistent. To continue his
existence on this earth, he now needed the following: food, water, shelter, clothing, and Minerva Highwood's lips.
In his youth, [he] had believed everything was possible. Then in grief, he believed everything was impossible. And now ... he felt that when you had lived enough of your life, there was no difference between the two.
I had often tried to get out of your room, having travelled all the way there. It frightened me to be caught in a trap which was becoming painful, and one from which I had no escape. (23)
Velma you says? No Velma heah, brother. No hooch, no gals, no nothing. Jes' the scram, white boy, jes' the scram.
Any other vexations to report?" he asks.
"I love the word 'vexations.'"
"It's the 'x.' Nice to jump off a 'v' and bite into an 'x' like that."
"Just the usual ones," she says.
"How was the weekend?"
"Vexing. Not really, I just wanted to say it. You?
Mr. Green Sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy," said Vee. "Emits a certain don't-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesn't look like Dracula's spawn. Tell me I'm imagining things.
Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).
Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after mee.
Vee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. "This class isn't going to teach me anything I don't already know."
"Vee? As in virgin?"
"Not so loud." She winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table.
Redd shed caution like an outgrown skin.
My God," Hadrian said. "They finally did it! All those oh-so-cute-my-cuddly-kitten-here's-a-pic bastard! They finally went and did it!
A sentence should be read as if its author, had he held a plough instead of a pen, could have drawn a furrow deep and straight to the end.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met -- or never parted --
we had ne'er been broken-hearted
Veni, vidi, vici. (I came, I saw, I conquered.)
That's a miserable and cursed word, to say I had, when what I have is nothing.
I had arrived. I'd done it. It seemed like such a small thing and such a tremendous thing at once, like a secret I'd always tell myself though I didn't know the meaning of it just yet.
No one said a word for some time. Everyone stared at Hadrian in wonder, including Albert, whose mouth hung agape.
It was the duchess who finally found words to sum up their collective thoughts. "Well, aren't you just an astonishment topped with surprises!
Sed lex, dura lex
there. I had thought we would have
He was Deke.
And he was mine.
Woord is but wynd; leff woord and tak the dede.
In a storytelling event with the theme 'My First High', he felt sad listening to everybody's literal high moments.
He had never been high before.
Today, he had never been this low before.
was my pore boy.
Black Diamond?" Hadrian asked. "Is that the city patrol?"
Albert chuckled, and Royce shook his head, looking at Hadrian as if he had dropped his pants in public.
This is Hasso. And yet not Hasso. This cannot be him. I love him too much for this to be him.
Increasingly, Sawtooth's own memories are a loud bright muddle, like opening the door on a party full of strangers. He lies awake at night, limping down the long corridors of his memory, trying to find the girl's hands, ...
And why would she do that?" Hadrian shouted to the upper story.
"She told you herself. Farlan was going to have the sheriff investigate." "Yeah, investigate you!"
"But I didn't kill anyone. Well, not anyone in Vernes ... well, not recently.
Hvad udad tabes, skal indad vindes. (What was lost without will be found within.)
Daniel in the den; a champion in the den
Knowing what I now know I would never have done anything so fatuous; but then I never would have known what I know now had I not.
I mun hev' my wage, and I mun goa! I hed aimed to dee wheare I'd sarved fur sixty year;
Beene-beene. The truest truth.
You were mine before you were his."
"You are still mine, and I will have you or die in the trying."
"I WILL have you.
Take heede of an oxe before, of an horse behind, of a monke on all sides.
I speak some dwarvish.
Feare, the Bedle of the Law.
Ee puts me to shame
Word lessons, in particular the wouldst couldst shouldst have loved kind, were kept up, with much warlike thrashing, until I had committed the whole of French, Latin, and English grammars to memory ...
I had gotten exactly what I had wanted, and still it wasn't enough. I had wanted. And now I wanted more.
You got me in de go-long.
Did you hear something, Nora?" Vee asked. "I thought I heard something." "You definitely heard something," I agreed. "Could that be ... a dog fart I heard?" Vee asked me.
Woe is forerun with woe.
greatest hope. Last night it had been my father who'd
If i had known better, I would have done better.
O visions ill foreseen! Better had I Liv'd ignorant of future, so had borne My part of evil only.
Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee Ye, blessed be alwey, a lewed man That noght but oonly his believe kan! So ferde another clerk with astromye, He walked in the feelds, for to prye Upon the sterres, what ther sholde bifalle, Til he was in a marle-pit yfalle.
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
Vee: And I'm not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on.
Nora: I don't have a sour face.
Vee: Yes, you do. And you're wearing it right now.
Nora: This is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!
If only there had been a dementor around. . . . As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the world's best Patronus.
Ronde, one a live village and the other deserted, as dead as Karnak,
An idle head is a boxe for the winde.
Had we lived I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman. These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale.
His spirit chaunged house and wente ther,
As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher.
True Devdas are Authors
Ludwik Szatera was a passionate lover of nostalgia. He could never come to terms with the eternal passage of men, objects and events. Each moment inexorably turning into the past was to him precious, invaluable, and he witnessed its passing with a sense of inexpressible regret.
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
The Torment turned his head to him, and frowned. "Who are you?"
"I'm ... sorry? It's me, it's Vaurien. Vaurien Scapegrace. I ... built the cellar for you?"
"Oh," the Torment said. "You. Why are you back? I thought you were dead. It would have been nice if you were dead