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LOL is rarely OL, or even really L. A real out-loud laugh - not the forced social variety, which is closer to barking than laughing - is uncommon among adults.
One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.
You're kind of my thing, I immediately blurt out. Smooth, Linden.
one of Chloe's models 'as gone down wif leprosy . . ."
"Wait," interrupted Niall. "Leprosy?"
"That's what Chlo said. That fing wif your throat where you can't talk."
"That's laryngitis.
Im.' The monosyllable was heavy with contempt. 'E's a twat.'
'Is he?'
'Yeah, 'e is. Ask Kieran.'
She gave the impression that she and Kieran stood together, sane, dispassionate observers of the idiots populating Lula's world.
Beautee eneuch to mak a world to dote.
What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel
So am I.'- Rudy
Much obliged, Serla Mage.
I'm a huge fan of Big L. He is my favorite rapper.
It was a different life out here, but make no mistake: Lazlo was every bit the dreamer he had always been, if not more. He might have left his books, but he carried all his stories with him.
I wi-li-lished I li-li-lived in Molahonkey la-la-land The la-la-land where I-li-li was bo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lorn So I-li-li could play-la-lay my o-lo-lold banjo-lo-lo My o-lo-lold ban-jo-lo-lo won't go-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo.
Teen uk'al k'iinam. Teen uk'al yah. I drink your ache. I drink your pain.
I marmaladed a slice of toast with something of a flourish and I don't suppose I have ever come much closer to saying 'Tra la la' as I did the lathering for I was feeling in mid season form this morning.
Dude, can I have your pickle?
'LOL' is one of several texting expressions that convey nuance in a system where you don't have the voice and face to do it the way you normally would.
An Omelet a la Feb," she corrected him.
"I can't say that," he told her.
"Why not?"
"I'm a man, Feb. I don't say shit like, 'a la' anything.
Two Leilas seemed to be battling it out inside me. The first was outraged that he still considered it a fait accompli that I'd give in to him, and the second ... that slutty bitch was wondering what Vlad looked like naked.
Your life - your very existence - is a light!
Besyn larveth'is!
I think Lafayette wants to rap in French now. I have to go learn some French.
Damn it, Lafayette
Le ... feb ... vre ... Ah, yes. You purse your lips as though you were going to kiss some lucky gentleman. Lefebvre.
CSL - cock- sucking-lips.
(Lucy to Isabeau)"
"Cool." She tilted her head. "You don't look crazy."
"You're like a runaway train," Logan groaned at her. "Can't you shut her up?" he asked his brother pleadingly.
"How?" Nicholas said somewhat helplessly.
"Kiss her, you idiot.
Each one of us is lit
If only one could see
That not one way is right
We are all part of the same light
Here comes Monseiur Le Beau.
Rosalind: With his mouth full of news.
Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.
Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed.
Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
Your secret is safe with me, Kal-El
I love you, Leila, nothing else matters.
Beh oui. Better sticky than burned.
O blessed bounty, giving ail content!
The only fautress of all noble arts
That lend'st success to every good intent.
A grace that rests in the most godlike hearts,
By heav'n to none but happy souls infus'd
Pity it is, that e'er thou wast abus'd.
May Your Light of Love In Life,
Shine Through Others.
And, as a mere matter of ficfect, I tell of myself how I popo possess the ripest littlums wifukie around the globelettes globes (...)
I don't feel so good." Lula said. And she farted.
She squeezed her eyes shut tight and did a full minute-long fart. "Excuse me." she said.
I was horrified and impressed all at the same time. It was a record breaking fart. On my best day, I couldn't come near to farting like that.
Livia called out, "Slutenstien! I'm home."
"I'm up here, cock dribble," Kyle replied.
The sight of a man hath the force of a Lyon.
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
ludic: cigarette
Ligh doesn't shine in the light; it shines in the dark.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
You lit me up like Vegas
Love life, love light.
Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
I am thrilled to be working with Lane Bryant on this collaboration. Designing apparel women can feel confident and beautiful in has been a long-standing pillar of the Lela Rose brand, and we are looking forward to bringing our designs to Lane Bryant's inspiring base of customers.
You know, L, I'm feeling overwhelmed by your kindness and charm."
"I try to leash the potency of the charm but it's too exhaustin'.
You're going to make me L-word you.
Ello, love. Fancy a cuppa?"
"You're not British, Isis," Naomi says.
"I can be things," I insist.
As if l was pitch black and everyone else, pastel
Go maire tu' I bhfad agus rath!
'Live long and prosper'.
With'n these ribs is / a City of Luminous / all thanks t'you.
Truths kindle light for truths.
Rise, Luthiel, in the name of love you came and in the name of love I crown you!
We toast the Lisp programmer who pens his thoughts within nests of parentheses.
Oh no. Lorelai pulled her hand from Kol's, her skin prickling with heat from absolute humiliation. Maybe if she prayed hard enough, the forest floor would open up and swallow her. If there was any justice in the world, it would swallow Leo too.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. 'We spent one night together.'
'You had sex then?'
'No we crocheted a quilt.' I cocked my head to side and gave him my nastiest glare. Lorelei Preston to Agent Brody-The Wild Hunt
You enlighten the light of love in my life.
hi lisen to the sound of music
Lively Up YourselfLively-- Bob Marley
(Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)
The Lord lit my life; with the light of your love.
You heard me, Laila. He broke up with Meri, and now, wants me back. I told him to go fuck himself."
She smiles at me with pride. "That's my bitch." We click our bottles and swig a large mouthful.
Jean-Louis had never had a day's illness in his life. He was tall and as gnarled as an oak. The sun had baked his skin until it had the colour and toughness and stillness of a tree. With advancing years, he had lost his tongue. He now never spoke, considering such an activity pointless.
Shine thy light.
I will drink life to the lees.
This is why I drink." Lenos
Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.
Liraz's smile was like the love child of a shark and a scimitar.
Ven mazel kumt, shtelt im a shtul. When mazel comes, pull up a chair for it. (p. 292)
Let us not curse the darkness. Let us kindle little lights.
I totally feel like Buffy right now. All I need is a girly leather jacket," L said breathlessly.
"And some vampires. Don't forget that."
"Lighters qualify."
"I guess they do. So, your turn. Stab me.
All his life there was only one thing Lec was allowed to believe. It had surrounded him, cocooned him, constricted him with the same stifling softness as the layers of insulation around him now. For the first time in his life, Lev feels those bounds around his soul begin to loosen.
There were several pictures of Lula with Evan Duffield, a few of them clearly taken by one or other of the pair themselves, holding the camera at arm's length, both of them apparently stoned or drunk.
limerick?" asked
The fantastically wasteful prodigality of human tongues, the Babel enigman, points to a vital multiplication of mortal liberties. Each language speaks the world in its own ways. Each edifies worlds and counter-worlds in its own mode. The polyglot is a freer man.
Help, Remy, help!
Emile! Start swinging the light!
You've got me under your skin now, Lille.
You make me want to suck a bruise on you just to kiss it better.
Luc to Jane
Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but itLew-- Nora Roberts
French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.
When folks git ole en strucken wid de palsy, dey mus' speck ter be laff'd at.
I can sue you for harassment".
"Lets play that fucking game." Lo replies "lets see whose lawyers are better. I'm a goddamn Hale. My family eats shitty fucks like you for brunch. Don't you ever force yourself on a girl ever again
There's nothing wrong with a lisp.
Love me litle, love me long. 1546
The blues are three L's - living , loving and hopefully, laughing.
You hear, Eugene?' said Lightwood over his shoulder. 'You are deeply interested in lime.'
'Without lime,' returned that unmoved barrister at law, 'my existence would be unilluminated by a ray of hope.
You know, sometimes you can be real scary. I don't what you were thinking back there when you took those shoes off, but all hair stood up on the back of my next."
I had airport rage."
Fuckin' A," Lula said.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Yet I understood the poetry of such mind games one day when, attempting to ask for my glasses (lunettes), I was asked what I wanted to do with the moon (lune).
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Fill your life with light!
I love you, lirsha
All human souls, never so bedarkened, love light; light once kindled spreads till all is luminous.
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to ...
Lipgloss is my calling!
I hurt him, Larel ...
Damn, Lu. When did you get an ass like this?
TING-A-LING, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Par exemple! I never had to ask. You were always there under my feet, like a troublesome cat." "You mean like an adoring dog. And just as soon as Ratignolle appeared on the scene, then it WAS like a dog. 'Passez! Adieu! Allez vous-en!
I 'uz mos' to de foot er de islan' b'fo' I found' a good place. I went into de woods en jedged I wouldn' fool wid raffs no mo', long as dey move de lantern roun' so. I had my pipe en a plug er dog-leg, en some matches in my cap, en dey warn't wet, so I 'uz all right.
Marlo taught me things I thought I knew.
We are proud to have with us the poet lariat of Chicago.
When that Aprille with his shoures sote.
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertue engendred is the flour.