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Niki Behrikis Shanahan
Sameron adion aso
I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow
Sweet music! sacred tongue of God.
Mhe varujta. Trust me as if my soul were yours.
Ver reisa ku'chae. Kem surah, shei'tani. (Your soul calls out. Mine answers, beloved.)
beautiful country with spectacular views. As
Khalepa ta kala, greek. It means 'beauty is harsh'.
The 'relative' delights the mind (manoranjan), the 'real' delights the Self (the soul, atmaranjan).
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Zendagi migzara. Life goes on.
You can call me namastunde or surfatunde. Either works.
Being a Bengali, one is surprised when all the endless spume and froth of talk suddenly reveals itself to be the front of a gigantic wave of action.
Says, Rahula! Rahula! Face of Glory! Universe chawed and swallowed!
Solitudinem faciunt pacem appellant. They make a wilderness and they call it peace.
I love you, lirsha
Repetita iuvant. Italy, a land of great saints, poets, sailors, artists, statesmen, businessmen, lawyers, intellectuals, professors, journalists, whores, gangsters, religious parasites and dickheads.
I'm bored, lalalallalalala OLLI OXEN SOMETHING!!
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour.
[Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.]
Tchotchka. Amorta. Heart of my heart. Speak to me.
Brastias. My friend." Uh-oh, this couldn't be good. "Do you lie to me?"
"Uh ... no."
"See? That's a lie!
I think in my mother tongue. That's Hindi.
in Italian. For the first time in his new home, Rick admitted to himself that learning a few words was not a bad idea. In fact, it was a great idea if he had any hope of scoring points with the girls.
Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar.
The beauty of a Moroccan riad is undeniable, but even the most die-hard fan may find herself growing a little weary of what can come to feel like a one-size-fits-all aesthetic: tilework, white Berber rugs, woolen tribal throw pillows in reds and ochers, cut-metal lanterns.
Hortense. We broke
The perswasion of the fortunate swaies the doubtfull.
STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.
Valar Dohaeris. All men must serve.
Reh Gyi Rasm-e-Azan, Rooh-e-Bilali Na Rahi
Falsafa Reh Gya, Talqeen-e-Ghazali Na Rahi
Azan yet sounds, but never now Like Bilal's, soulfully;
Philosophy, conviction-less, Now mourns its Ghazzali
Ey oop, nah then, si thi, asta summat simla i' verdigris?
You put out a funny podcast, you talk about bak chor mee. I will say mee siam mai hum.
You do not know it but you are the talk of all the town.
[Lat., Fabula (nec sentis) tota jactaris in urba.]
This budget is a Sanjeevani (new life) and an Arunoday (sunrise) for the last man in the line. This budget converts hopes and aspirations of the people into trust. It adds a new ray of hope for the poor and downtrodden sections of the society.
Semmelweis reflex. They
I first came across her [Bae Suah] when I read some elderly male critic castigating her for 'doing violence to the Korean language', which of course was catnip to me, especially as I'd recently discovered Lispector doing pretty much the same to Portuguese.
River Tam (Summer Glau): No power in the 'verse can stop me.
nihari, a rich beef curry,
The sacred preacher woman; Lailah Gifty Akita.
beautiful street in the Western world.
Intramuros! The old Manila. The original Manila. The Noble and Ever Loyal City ...
Eid ma clack shaw
Zupoven del ba
Mertepy ven seinur
Cofally ragdah
(Hungarian ... ) the only tongue the devil respects
Nama'rie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it.
Farewell!
Gandhi's idea of swadeshi-that local societies should put their own resources and capacities to use to meet their needs as a basic element of freedom-is becoming increasingly relevant. We cannot afford to forget that we need self-rule, especially in this world of globalization.
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
The real middle class India that has always been looking for a voice that is its very own. I write about it because I belong to it.
Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved - oh, Budapesth!
Samskrit is the unsurpassed zenith in the whole development of languages yet known to us.
Piragua - cold syrup trickled over crushed ice - her favorite treat from her childhood in Viejo San Juan.
Every Sri Lankan, and almost every visitor to Sri Lanka, carries a longing for the place in some small form - hiraeth, the Welsh call it - wherever they go and whatever their background. It binds them however much the war and politics might try to divide them.
So amaze! Such name!
Sssssarah with five s's is
Still two syllablessssss
These chants relieved vedana, the yearning of the restless human soul, hence became collectively known as the Veda. Those who heard them first came to be known as the Rishis.
Swaraj for me means freedom for the meanest of countrymen.
Hic Rhodus, hic salta!
Here is the rose, here dance!
I love her, Rajasta, I love her too much to hurt her; and I can give her nothing! No vows, no hope of real happiness, only sorrow and pain and, perhaps, shame ...
I have sworn with my tongue, but my mind is unsworn.
[Lat., Juravi lingua, mentem injuratem gero.]
I like Indian takeaway.
I am most familiar with the Gujarati language.
Though the Indian ocean abounds in rich and rare gems, it does not boast a clearer sky nor more unruffled sea. If there be a shore that dreads not the fury of the faithless billows, it is some poor and narrow inlet unknown to the winds.
Was apadravya a foreign word for drive you fucking mad with pleasure?
Rikshospital. He was in the rhythm now. Time was not chopped up by events; it flowed in an even stream.
UTSL, which Maxine at first takes for an anagram of LUST or possibly SLUT but later learns is Unix for Use The Source, Luke.
How long have you been away from the country?" Laruja asked Ibarra.
"Almost seven years."
"Then you have probably forgotten all about it."
"Quite the contrary. Even if my country does seem to have forgotten me, I have always thought about it.
panta rei ("All things are in flux"),
FOR SONIA SANCHEZ
The doings of men, their prayers, fear, wrath, pleasure, delights, and recreations, are the subject of this book.
[Lat., Quicquid agunt homines, votum, timor, ira, voluptas, gaudia, discursus, nostri est farrago libelli.]
Hvad udad tabes, skal indad vindes. (What was lost without will be found within.)
I have always wanted to go to Trieste because it sounds like tristesse, which is a light-hearted word, even though in French it means sadness. In Spanish it is tristeza, which is heavier than French sadness, more of a groan than a whisper.
Astra is perfect.
And I will capture your minds with sweet novelty.
[Lat., Dulcique animos novitate tenebo.]
ISL is a tough place to crack they're the rich and we are the poor you can guarantee that the city is padded with security-" before Kosse could finish Ingra cut in "Yes we are aware of that but the reason we want your help is-
Spira, spera.
(breathe, hope)
Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent ... it
was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate.
Atalanta in Calydon
Waqt masiha haeh, har gham ko samaa lega, Lekin waqt haeh, waqt lega. (Time is a messiah, every sorrow it shall contain. But time it is and time it shall take.)
Indians, schmindians!
Yafi'i, Raud al rayahin
This for me was home, and for the visitors, Kashmir".
Sari Nusseibeh is a man without a country.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me.
Nunc scio quit sit amor." Lat., "Now I know what love is.
For the first time in the history of Bihar, I provided a stable government. Despite being denied funds by the Centre, Bihar survived on its resources. I provided pucca dwellings to half a million Dalit families.
Adharmenaidhate tabat, tato bhadrani pashyati, tatah sapatnan jayati, - samulastu vinashyati.
In unrightousness they prosper, in it they find their good, through it they defeat their enemies, - but they perish at the root.
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it ...
Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.
Cracking India by Bapsi Sidhwa reveals the upheaval of partition through the eyes of a child, "Lame Lenny," a young Parsi girl crippled from polio. Lenny's world is her beloved and beautiful Hindu ayah and her ayah's many Muslim admirers, the cook Imam Din, and the Untouchable gardener.
Amritsar is the place where my work and action speaks for itself. Since, I started contesting elections from this holy place, I have
promised myself never to abandon this place. Either, I will contest from Amritsar, or else I won't contest elections
When someone told me, 'Ang ganda mo' I answered 'Sana ikaw rin.'
These trifles will lead to serious mischief.
[Lat., Hae nugae seria ducent
In mala.]
Inspirasi tak mengenal kata mati
There is no death for inspiration.
I am not Sabah. I am Rania. And I feel."
"Good. No more Sabah. Only Rania.
Mens videt astra.
(The soul sees the stars.)
One feels very blessed to be born into a family like the Birla family, which is a household name in India, which stands for tradition, is yet contemporary, stands for trust.
Alea iacta est. The die has been cast.
Why did you choose that name for me?"
"Why, it is who you are." Angharath's tone indicated that the answer was patently obvious. "There is no other name for you. I see you before me, and your Essence shines with that one. You could not be anything else.
Your word is more than : Only One Word.
Remember.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
So in the streets of Calcutta I sometimes imagine myself a foreigner, and only then do I discover how much is to be seen, which is lost so long as its full value in attention is not paid. It is the hunger to really see which drives people to travel to strange places.
Sri Lanka is an island that everyone loves at some level inside themselves. A very special island that travellers, from Sinbad to Marco Polo, dreamed about. A place where the contours of the land itself forms a kind of sinewy poetry.
Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop."
"What?"
"What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple."
"Raisa, this is getting us nowhere."
"Say it!