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The boat that Ammu would use to cross the river. To love by night the man her children loved by day.
Nama'rie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it.
Farewell!
Morni<>ng>ngng> sun fills the house, creamy as lemon chiffon, lighti<>ng>ngng> the insides of cupboards and empty closets and clean, bare floors.
A mission to Rangoon we had been accustomed to regard with feelings of horror. But it was now brought to a point. We must either venture there or be sent to Europe.
Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold.
Master of the Dark Shadow. For I also, Niniel, had my darkness, in which dear things were lost; but now I have overcome it, I deem.
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.
We're the light against the darkness, never forget that Nazafareen
Millard! Who's the prime minister?"
"Winston Churchill," he said. "Have you gone daft?"
"What's the capital of Burma?"
"Lord, I've no idea. Rangoon?"
"Good! When's your birthday?"
"Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace!
the Sindar they were named, the Grey-elves, the Elves of the Twilight, and King Greymantle was he, Elu Thingol in the tongue of that land. And Melian was his Queen, wiser than any child of Middle-earth;
Mount You-Gotta-Be-Kidding-Me.
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
upon Dibon even more, a lion for those of Moab
Flemming Axmark, and Preben Hansen. The Royal Danish Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Copenhagen: Nordisk
yee naaldlooshii." "The
The countryside they
It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.
Do you not listen to our daily meetings about the state of your lands?"
"Of course I don't. They're dead boring."
"Not everything can involve bloodshed, Annwyl."
"Can't you come get me when there is bloodshed? Otherwise just leave me alone to read.
Passage Vero-Dodat - I started my company on this passage. It feels as much home as it can!
Nanak, the whole world is in distress. He, who believes in the Name, becomes victorious.
I belong to the tribe of Levi.
I'm sorry, Prince Edvard. You had a wonderful civilization here on Marduk. You could have made almost anything of it. But it's too late now. You've torn down the gates; the barbarians are in.
I'm so ready.
I am Mink. Hear me roar.
Who's that, the windbreaker?
Erak. The one they call the Oberjarl," the Arridi answered him.
Impulsively, Axl took a pace forward, raising his ax threateningly.
You'll have to go through the rest of us to take him!" he shouted defiantly.
Well done, Axl," he said. "You've just told them I'm here.
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.
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.
His Tender Roni.
Jonkonnu if you want to. That was a custom that got started
There is something of the freshness of mind, of the lightness of spirit in Linne which for centuries has been linked in people's minds with the mountains of Sweden and Swedish joy in nature.
Och, lass, doona you know? Your heart is my home.
I'm Galladon, from the sovereign realm of Duladel. I'm most recently from Elantris, land of sludge, insanity, and eternal perdition. Nice to meet you.
Please God, please Knut Hamsun, don't desert me now. I started to write and I wrote:
The time has come, the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax
Of cabbages - and kings -
I have sworn with my tongue, but my mind is unsworn.
[Lat., Juravi lingua, mentem injuratem gero.]
Home. I have no idea what that word really means.
You can take a my body out of Nepal but you can never take my soul and Heart from a Nepal .
Ashurbanipal." Oh, baby, keep talking dirty to me.
StocktontoMalone
Nadir we, youth born, axe wielders, blood letters, victors still.
Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker.
[Lat., Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna
Sommia quo cerni tempore vera solent.]
Tell me what it is, or prepare to eat harpoon.
Jungle - so wise that everyone else would notice
toward the Mount.4
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
Thoughts of Narian, the strong, brave, tender young man with whom I had fallen in love, juxtaposed against the dark entity I envisioned taking over my homeland, would have shredded my sanity.
This is my password," said the King as he drew his sword. "The light is dawning, the lie broken. Now guard thee, miscreant, for I am Tirian of Narnia.
It's a Magril - a bird that's native to Gillikin Country. It spends half its life as a beetle, and when it's an adult, it goes to sleep for a year and wakes up as this majestic creature."
"Kind of like a butterfly."
"Kind of like you," he said.
You most likely know it as Myanmar, but it will always be Burma to me.
My house was once an acorn.
When tears spring to his eyes, I know the king's heart, no matter how small or cold, has been broken. He loves Maven, in his own way. But it's too late for that.
Dawn. Another day is given us, R'hllor be praised.
The skaven will not prevail! Here they will be broken, shattered upon our steel! They fight for domination, to sate their greed. We fight for our homes, for our families, for those we would keep safe from the horrors of Old Night. It is our cause that is just; it is our fight that is righteous!
Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, living like an animal. The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen, which will conquer the world.
The King in the North!" "The King in the North!" "THE KING IN THE NORTH!
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.
[Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]
You are a force rarely born to a world, something we Elves call leinah thaniel, the Song that sings all Songs, the Mirror that shows all Mirrors, the Change that changes everything.
Sameron adion aso
I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow
Merciless Mart, with its grand lobby. I glimpse the Abnegation
I am from the jungle where the lion eats the cobra
The Norns themselves have come to read your fate. - Sam
I am the one rich thing that morn
Leaves for the ardent noon to win;
Grasp me not, I have a thorn,
But bend and take my being in.
It is nayat one fraigen, lita. It has naya honed scales to rip yon wide.
Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
Nirvikalpa samadhi is a state of no mind, beyond the ten thousand states of mind, where there is nothing but perfection, where the self no longer exists ... the ego dissolves into immortality.
For the bored souls, sometimes sea is the best answer!
SANE ASYLUM Ed Shank
Jewel of life, guiding light, heralding a joyous new dawn.
Moose Factory (I wonder if they make moose there?)
Is that a beard, or is Niedermayer eating a muskrat?
Hearthstone. Magnus and I will go in, find Thor's hammer, and free Gunilla.
Who is the man who can call from the back door at night: "Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme! Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme"?
Insofar as Pancasila is concerned, I am only its formulator: a formulator of those feelings which have been present silently in the heart of the Indonesian people.
Sala-manda-strong>stronstrong>, look out here we come,
A thief a warrior and a mole.
Though the quest may take its toll,
We'll march until we reach our goal,
I don't think I've ever said this before, but it's time I did. I'm in love with you Narian.
These are northmen, Uncle. The north remembers.
A squirrel, Ratatosk, lives in the branches of the world-tree. It takes gossip and messages from Nidhogg, the dread corpse-eater, to the eagle and back again. The squirrel tells lies to both of them, and takes joy in provoking anger.
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees. Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
You're NOT Norway!!! You'll never BE Norway!!! And BECAUSE of your not being Norway, you will be CRUELLY and UNFORGIVINGLY PUNISHED!!!
In those days the Great Enemy, of whom Sauron of Mordor was but a servant, dwelt in Angband in the North, and the Elves of the West coming back to Middle-earth made war upon him to regain the Silmarils which he had stolen; and the fathers of Men aided the Elves.
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west ...
Arisaid. A night breeze brushed a strand of hair across my face.
Tie my heart in Egyptian threads.
O! Tril-lil-lil-lolly the valley is jolly, ha! ha! -Elves of Rivendell
They call me the Morning Star. That star by which griffin-riders and travelers navigate the wastes in the dark months of winter. The last star that disappears when daylight returns in the spring.
We are bastards of the gods, Sorvus, you and I. I once shared the dream you seem to think you are now living. The dream of living here, in Northbrook, the birthplace of our mothers." Thais turned his head to the trees. He heard something. "Such deception.
Angleterre Hotel,
Ankh-Morpork is a godless city
'
'I thought it had more than three hundred places of worship?' said Maladict.
Strappi stared at him in rage that was incoherent until he managed to touch bottom again. 'Ankh-Morpork is a godawful city', he recovered.
Solitudinem faciunt pacem appellant. They make a wilderness and they call it peace.
EXTINCTATHON, Monitored by MaddAddam. Adam named the living animals, MaddAddam names the dead ones. Do you want to play?
Forest is the best port of the wise man!
Good morning, Jonas. You are a furred lead, I think.
I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me!
Smile my boy, it's sunrise
The world." "Shiniest armor?
O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!
Good morning, Sassenach,
Northern Sweden holds a special kind of magic. It's cold, lonely, and the people are tough and silent, or so the stereotype says. This is Asa Larsson's home turf and I find as much joy in reading her closely observed descriptions of the environment, as in following her intriguing plots.
All places are filled with fools.
[Lat., Stultorum plenea sunt omnia.]
You never knew what to expect with Ingrid. One minute she could be sawing the locks off Pierpont's freezers; the next, providing shelter for the homeless birds of Switzerland.
Sala-manda-stron, look out here we come,
A thief a warrior and a mole.
Though the quest may take its toll,
We'll march until we reach our goal,