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Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?
No effete dauber M.
Hoi, hoi u embleer hrair! M'saion ule' hraka vair!
Maktub" (It is written.)
Maven stares after his fleeing brother. "He does not like to lose. And" - he lowers his voice, now so close to me I can see the tiny flecks of silver in his eyes - "neither do I. I won't lose you, Mare. I won't."
"You'll never lose me.
corn maque choux. He
...17nastai hugshin emegtei...
Maa" The only word that holds power to give you strength when you are in pain.
Solitudinem faciunt pacem appellant. They make a wilderness and they call it peace.
These trifles will lead to serious mischief.
[Lat., Hae nugae seria ducent
In mala.]
Everything depends on One Word : "Maktub" !
Och, lass, doona you know? Your heart is my home.
Thnks fr th mmrs- Gabe
The Morrigan's ideas of sport and mine varied widely. As a Chooser of the Slain, she tends to enjoy nothing so much as a protracted war. She hangs out with Kali and the Valkyries and they have a death goddesses' night out on the battlefield.
Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe, catch a killer by the toe. If his lawyer's Haller, let him go. Eenie, meenie, minie, moe. Hey bro.
Our nannas are losers.
For the next week that was all I heard - manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.
yee naaldlooshii." "The
Miseram pacem vel bello bene mutari. Even war is preferable to a shameful peace.
NEVER INTERFERE WITH MELENGAR AGAIN
BY ORDER OF THE KING
... AND US
Marry, this is miching mal hecho. It means mischief!
Mo leannan. You are sweeter than honey to a black-hearted knight." - Colin
A man isn't finnished when he is beaten he is finnished when he quits
Looking forward to never meeting again,
Jessamin Olea
Why darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!
Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.
You put out a funny podcast, you talk about bak chor mee. I will say mee siam mai hum.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Jungle post arrives. Two biscuits for me. A poem and a pressed flower from Comrade Narmada. A lovely letter from Maase. (Who is she? Will I ever know?) Comrade
Dear me no Dears, Sir ...
Jesper couldn't keep the disdain from his voice. "Only Nina and Matthias speak Fjerdan."
"I speak Fjerdan," Wylan protested.
"Schoolroom Fjerdan, right? I bet you speak Fjerdan about as well as I speak moose."
"Moose is probably your native tongue," mumbled Wylan.
What a wonderful way to kill. (Misa)
Like what you see, lanan?
Prema (love): practise that; develop that; spread that; and all the hatreds and jealousies of today will disappear. That is the duty of the Divine Life Society, here as well as elsewhere.
There is a saying, if any stranger enquire of the first met of Maan, were it even a child, "Who is here the sheykh?" he would answer him "I am he.
Mr. Mijanovi and those associated with him are the hope and the conscience of the Yugoslav revolution.
Mazur was a remarkable artist. During our time in Rome we became friends. I would often perform my works for him at the piano.
Gervasio Lonquimay
You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone.
You are my mere jaan, my life, Kelsey Hayes.
Aoibheann ("Who on earth could pronounce that?
Inchallah" (God willing.)- MISCHIEF IN FEZ
Hic sunt leones. Here be lions.
Go maire tu' I bhfad agus rath!
'Live long and prosper'.
For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day.
One cannot have the same love for getting insulted (apmaan) as he does for getting importance (maan), can he? He cannot love loss as much as he loves profit, can he?
Ubi boni, malum prosperat (Where good men are silent, evil prospers)
Mia Thermopolis, 1005 Thompson Street, #4A
Goodbye," said Siew Tsin.
"See you next time," said Lady Meng, more accurately.
"Will you remember me when I come again?"
"Of course," said Lady Meng. "I miss you every time.
Mirnin: Where's Shreve?
Mia bows dramatically. Welcome, kind Sir. Princess Mia has been awaiting your presence.
Where is your maman?
I don't know.
I think we've gone and lost her, Pea. Papa's voice dissolves into the colours behind my eyes.
I'm sorry Papa. I don't know how to find her, I say.
Feigheit wird manchmal belohnt.
Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit [perhaps this too will be a pleasure to look back on one day].
Those damn Moomins. I don't want to hear about them any more. I could vomit on the Moomintrolls.
I'm too tired to speak in English ...
Amani." My eyes flew open. Jin was standing in the gates to Fahali. His face cleared as he saw me, and he ran toward me, relief written all over him. "Thank God."
"You don't believe in God," I said. It came out half a croak just as he closed the last of the space between us with a kiss.
We are all Malaysians. This is the bond that unites us. Let us always remember that unity is our fundamental strength as a people and as a nation.
I mun hev' my wage, and I mun goa! I hed aimed to dee wheare I'd sarved fur sixty year;
Dattebayo! (Do you get what I am saying?!)
Ut laeve is genne pannekook
So passes away the glory of this world. ('Sic transit gloria mundi.')
[Hariharan is] an outstanding writer.
This is no place for anyone," Vianne
Who are you,' it boomed, 'to light a fire here in the depths of Himatan?'
[...]
'Someone who would dare to do so,' Pon-lor shouted down. 'Think you on that.
Malaysia is a country unlike any other: Full of promise and fragility. Its history, cultural and religious diversity make it a rich, compelling and surprising land.
I have lived in Ivan and die in Malina.
In regards to maan (to seek importance from others), a man will become impudent if he keeps getting insulted up to a point. If he gets maan (importance from others) to a certain level, he grows stronger. And if he gets too much maan [praise], then his desire for it will come to end.
har anche sakht va ostovar ast dood mishavad va be hava miravad.
I love you, Mira ... my Mate. My life. You're my everything.
Jacen Solo, your sojourn in the lands of the dead is at an end. It is time once again to walk the bright fields of day.
StocktontoMalone
Mongkol, poor Mongkol, shedding tears.
Thinking of his smiling, comical face, and his dreams of sending his son to university, I could only lower my head in silence.
And the night continued, cold and dark, the wind frozen beyond the mountains.
My pride in Joachim Mahlke was as sweet as chocolate creams.
I was four years old the first time I came here, and Maven was barely two. He hid behind his mother's skirts, afraid of the darkness and empty cells. I guess he's not afraid of the dark anymore.
Another fact that doesn't exactly brighten up our days is that Mr. Van Maaren, the man who works in the warehouse, is getting suspicious about the Annex.
Zendagi migzara. Life goes on.
My name Quan. Quan Nguyen. This Kim-Ly, wife. We next door. Do nails. We with Mr. Blaylock. He fight, we fight. We come here from Viet Nam. This good country, but sometimes, good people in good country have to fight.
For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!
Hey," Anaxantis protested. "Oh," he added, when the Muktar prince took his member in his mouth. "Oh ... that's what you meant by servicing." He laughed softly.
"Aw, aw, teeth, teeth, no teeth," he hissed suddenly.
"Sowwy," Timishi, mumbled with his mouth full. "Towd you it wouldn't je jood.
I have no illusions where Maven is concerned. I know his twisted heart, and that it feels something for me. Something he wants to get rid of, but can never part with.
Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
What kind of messenger are you?
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Uniden Homepatrol
Guano-mo, huh? The neo-Nazi concentration camp
Wotan of Walhalla,
MILFs rule Bonoboville
Mayoimashita. Can you help me find my cat? - Watashi
Makin, my friend, I thought you were just seeing her safely home."
"I was."
"What happened?"
"I couldn't let her go.
Panem today Panem tomorrow Panem FOREVER!!!
When I say panni here, everyone says Bless you.
From a purely external point of view there is no will; and to find will in any phenomenon requires a certain empathy; we observe aman's actions and place ourselves partly but not wholly in his position; or we act, and place ourselves partly in the position of an outsider.
Valar Dohaeris. All men must serve.
This is your work now, Gian had thought, strewing death about him, but only live and some day, home again, turn your hand to something better, and in Sea-john life will be good, and safe, and full of love.
Contrary, aren't you,' said Damen softly, thumbing over Laurent's cheek.
'Fuck me,' said Laurent.
'I want to,' said Damen. 'Can you let me?
The little boys did as they were told, eager to please their deranged brother.
"Ici, garcon," they chorused, pudgy fingers raised. And then from the corner of his mouth, Myles whispered to his twin, "Artemis simple-toon.
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
choose to watch trash like this? Untermenschen,