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Valar Dohaeris. All must men serve.
Spira, spera.
(breathe, hope)
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice
Uri...vinciri...verberari...ferroque necari.
I will endure to be burned... to be bound... to be beaten... and to be killed by the sword.
I lay down on the shores of Pahlevi and wept
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.
The village of Polgardi is a dusty roadside settlement northeast of Lake Balaton, a resort area in western Hungary popular with German tourists.
Hoi, hoi u embleer hrair! M'saion ule' hraka vair!
Parsley is gharsley.
I love you more than life itself, Arodi, you mean everything to me. I'm lost without you. I swear by all that is holy and sacred to me that I will never leave you, and I won't die on you. I'm never going to leave you alone.
I have taken a wife, I have sold my sovereignty for a dowry.
[Lat., Uxorem accepi, dote imperium vendidi.]
Anekico ler aracnia"
~Victory to the spider
"Ki mi ypomonitikosi teleson semerie"
~And today my patience ends
Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh' beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?
Manouri is a Greek ewes' milk cheese that's light in colour and texture. It's fresh and milky, and goes well with other subtle flavours.
Now, if I had an Indian name, it would be 'Stands in Confusion'.
Bhuta ia, dewa ia. (Bali expression meaning Man is a demon, man is a god.)
Ver reisa ku'chae. Kem surah, shei'tani. (Your soul calls out. Mine answers, beloved.)
When I say panni here, everyone says Bless you.
Eid ma clack shaw
Zupoven del ba
Mertepy ven seinur
Cofally ragdah
I am extremely proud to have the surname Ambani. I am proud to be a Gujarati, and above all, an extremely proud Indian.
Roberta Marieschi
Al the povere peple tho pescoddes fetten; Benes and baken apples thei broghte in hir lappe, Chibolles and chervelles and ripe chiries manye, And profrede Piers this present to plese with Hunger.
Alltami (n.)
The ancient art of being able to balance the hot and cold shower taps.
...17nastai hugshin emegtei...
I have sworn with my tongue, but my mind is unsworn.
[Lat., Juravi lingua, mentem injuratem gero.]
The Hindus have cultivated the power of analysis and abstraction. No nation has yet produced a grammar like that of Panini.
These trifles will lead to serious mischief.
[Lat., Hae nugae seria ducent
In mala.]
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Ashurbanipal." Oh, baby, keep talking dirty to me.
Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
I don't know what the word is in Austrian.
I am my family's appendix, it's unnecessary appendage. - Aaliya
Parsimony is enough to make the master of the golden mines as poor as he that has nothing; for a man may be brought to a morsel of bread by parsimony as well as profusion.
Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul
apapi mou, zoi mou" means my love, my life.
Aitisi nai poroja," replied Veikko, a pleasantry long grown routine, meaning, "Your mother fucks reindeer.
How do Polish people spell farm? E-I-E-I-O
Farsi Couplet:
Ba khak darat rau ast maara,
Gar surmah bechashm dar neaayad.
English Translation:
The dust of your doorstep is just the right thing to apply,
If Surmah (kohl powder) does not show its beauty in the eye!
Sayonara, Putri Badai, it's been nice to love you.
Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.
Farsi Couplet:
Agar firdaus bar roo-e zameen ast,
Hameen ast-o hameen ast-o hameen ast.
English Translation:
If there is a paradise on earth,
It is this, it is this, it is this
Naphtali is a doe let loose that bears beautiful fawns.
porcini-asparagus
Kutesosh gajair'is." It was a bare whisper.
"Such simple phrases. I destroy the enemy. I protect life. And my personal favorite - "
"Kun-kabynalti osu fuir'is."
"None shall die while I watch over them. The irony is so beautiful." Elkinsair wiped at his eyes.
The same word passed through three minds, simultaneously, philosophical, fatalistic, the eternal refuge of the Italian: Pazienza ...
Ubi boni, malum prosperat (Where good men are silent, evil prospers)
I can see Richard Wagner standing at the gates of heaven. "You have to let me in," he says. "I wrote Parsifal. It has to do with the Grail, Christ, suffering, pity and healing. Right?" And they answer, "Well, we read it and it makes no sense." SLAM.
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.
Ani l'dodi, ve dodi li. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.
Coimhead feara fhear na foighrde.
(Beware the anger of a patient man)
Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.
Life perpetuated in parti-c<>ong>oong>l<>ong>oong>red l<>ong>oong>ves
and beautiful lies all in different languages.
But least is he who, with enchanted eyes
Filled with high visions of fair shapes to be,
Muses which god he shall immortalize
In the proud Parian's perpetuity,
Till twilight warns him from the punctual skies
That the night cometh wherein none shall see.
Sometimes I'll be sitting with my friends; I'll say something Koothrappali-esque and make a face. There is a lot of Koothrappali in me as a human being. A lot of mannerism, humor, mischievousness, my innocence. So I don't know if I bring him home so much as I bring myself to him at work.
Chasidah. Angel. I love you beyond all measure. That is the only real truth.
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?
The parsley sinking into the butter on a hot day,
Life perpetuated in parti-colored loves
and beautiful lies all in different languages.
Where are my manners? We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Surah.
Yossarian!!!(?)!
Valour that parlies is neare yeelding.
[Valor that parleys is near yielding.]
Smooth words in place of gifts.
[Lat., Dicta docta pro datis.]
Parvati and Shiva are the divine embodiment of creativity (the feminine) and consciousness (the masculine). She is the generative energy of the universe; he is its formless wisdom. Whatever
Sati was a custom religiously followed by a few, toed halfheartedly by rather more, sidestepped by many and ignored by most
I consider myself Istanbul's storyteller. My subject matter is my town. I consider it my job to explore the hidden patterns of my city's clandestine corners, its shady, mysterious places, the things I love.
Shalom Aleichem!!
The people of Shishmaref want their community to survive, but they are holding on to their legacy by a very delicate thread indeed. The threat of their land disappearing is only the beginning.
Be, as many now are, luxurious to yourself, parsimonious to your friends.
[Lat., Esto, ut nunc multi, dives tibi pauper amicis.]
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
Either a peaceful old age awaits me, or death flies round me with black wings.
[Lat., Seu me tranquilla senectus
Exspectat, seu mors atris circumvolat alis.]
Warish Shah I call out to you, Rise from your grave, speak out and turn, Another page of the Book of Love
The gods give that man some profit to whom they are propitious.
[Lat., Cui homini dii propitii sunt aliquid objiciunt lucri.]
POKSI (Physically Okay but Socially Inept)
Even though you're not by me side, Night, you will forever be my first man, my Zettai Kareshi
Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.
Friendth, Romanth, countrymen, lend me your earsth.
Khadi is the sun of the village solar system.
(Hungarian ... ) the only tongue the devil respects
Whenever I can, in my study, on the subway, in bed before going to sleep, I immerse myself in Italian. I enter another land, unexplored, murky. A
This is the evening of the two-fisted prayer
Declare the sacred utterances.
A feast of languages
Back in the gurdwara, the ceiling doing strange things above my head, Jungli fed me with pieces of orange.
Our outspoken attachment deepened. I was moved by his tenderness, his simplicity and his beautiful eyes. Beauty is a great robber of my common sense.
Together, hbeebti." "Always, Archangel.
I am proud to say that I was launched in Tamil through 'Poi' by Balachander sir, who was the one who launched the legends like Rajni sir, Kamal sir & Prakash Raj sir.
Laughter - that is something very sacred especially for us Indians.
The guy's got a CCI sheet so long it begins with 'Call me Ishmael.
Asino tu nascesti, ad asino morrai. [An ass you were born; an ass you will die.]
Habiba. It's an old word that means dear friend.
Sassenach I might be to him, but not English.
Inspirasi tak mengenal kata mati
There is no death for inspiration.
Chanukah; It's a miracle anyone can spell it!
Deep down you've never changed from what you are."
"And what's that?"
"Alone," said Ash. "Outcast to both worlds, demon and human... I'm not afraid of you. I never have been. You're the best person I've ever known, Parvati. In all my lives.
The perswasion of the fortunate swaies the doubtfull.
Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire ...
Repetita iuvant. Italy, a land of great saints, poets, sailors, artists, statesmen, businessmen, lawyers, intellectuals, professors, journalists, whores, gangsters, religious parasites and dickheads.
Indians, schmindians!
This game the Persian Magi did invent, The force of Eastern wisdom to express: From thence to busy Europeans sent, And styled by modern Lombards pensive chess.
Farsi Couplet:
Naala-e zanjeer-e Majnun arghanoon-e aashiqanast
Zauq-e aan andaza-e gosh-e ulul-albaab neest
English Translation:
The creaking of the chain of Majnun is the orchestra of the lovers,
To appreciate its music is quite beyond the ears of the wise.