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Stan's father had told him that, before the money ran out, they had intended to put the statue of the soldier back up here again.
'I like the birdbath better, Daddy,' Stan said.
Mr Uris ruffled his hair. 'Me too, son,' he said. 'More baths and less bullets, that's my motto.
I'll be interested to hear what the swine has to say for himself, he says. Desi rarely says jackfuck or shitbag; he says swine, which sounds more poisonous on his lips.
They all shared Stan's personal allegiance to the famous old saying: War is not about dying for your country. It's about making the other guy die for his.
This sky, Sid.It's the sky of the great epics.The great Polish epics. Of Pan Tadeusz
stomata. The guard
ken whit tae dae wi' it.
Thizz iz wat it iz
i chose u, stephan
My hatred notwithstanding, I had to admit Dimitri Beli-whatever was pretty smart
Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
Stannis, my lord, my sad sullen boy, son I never had, you must not do this, don't you know how I have cared for you, lived for you, loved you despite all? Yes, loved you, better than Robert even, or Renly, for you were the one unloved, the one who needed me most.
Dorcas, you already reek like a Marseilles cat house; don't wheedle Mike for more stinkum.
Erchomai, it said.
I am coming.
Furi wasn't going to start this relationship the same way. Syn was a bottom, the best kind of bottom. One that needed his top to take him where he could be completely carefree, allowing himself to soar. "Bottoming
Coach! Coach, Stanley!
It needs to be said, over and over again, that Stan the Man was voted by 'The Sporting News' as the best baseball player of the postwar decade, from 1946 through 1955.
You are Tadeusz Radecki? I am in the right place?' 'I know who I am. What I want to know is who you are.
Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.
A Corsai, a Malchai, and a Sunai walk into a bar -
Everyone groaned, including August.
It just didn't get any better than Sergeant Corbin Sydney and Furi was ready to fully embrace this relationship, ready to fully embrace Syn.
Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy.
I can't imagine Japanese food without dashi, a broth made with kelp and dried bonito flakes. It has the aroma of the sea, tinged with a subtle smokiness, and adds a very important, distinct flavor.
I'm now a brand. Like, KSI is a brand. It's crazy that it all came from me sitting in my bedroom just making a few FIFA videos.
I love you, Sir Marco!
brahmasmi. I am spirit. I am the cosmos. I am everything.
When a man's life becomes poetry, becomes a song, becomes a work of art, a creativity, he has become a sannyasin. Whether he knows it or not, it does not matter. The word 'sannyas' does not matter; what matters is the content.
Bologna girl, that's me.
When I say panni here, everyone says Bless you.
In the name of Justice!!! Ultra-secret forbidden Ogi technique: Star of Ogi!!!
Baxter and Sam Hall. 'I'll have a large Scotch, I'm
Bellator silvae servi. Warrior of the forest, I, the alpha, call on thee to serve in this time of need.
Smee?
What Cap'n?
You are a supreme idjit.
Aye cap'n.
Veni, vidi, vici. (I came, I saw, I conquered.)
Erchomai , I am coming
Veni, I have come
I give pleasure to you. Do not interfere..." #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion
Tell me, what smells like shit and screams like a girl? (Syn)
(He shot the Partini in the knee.)
That's right. You. (Syn)
New Super Mario Br - I'm just gonna call it "Steve" from now on, all right?
How would you be able to detect a fart over your natural odor, Sanza?" "For shame," said Galdo. "There's no Sanzas here, remember? I'm an Asino." "Oh yes," said Locke with a yawn. "Yes, you certainly are.
Carli's was a small club at the end of a passage between a sporting-goods store and a circulating library. There was a grilled door and a man behind it who had given up trying to look as if it mattered who came in. (Smart-Aleck Kill)
Sassy want a mousey??!! -Syd The Long Lost (Hayle Coven #5)
Fridays were the only days of the week that Sani came in the morning because of the free breakfast served by Alhaji's household. Fridays were also the likeliest of days to get gift items like hand-me-down clothes, shoes or even the occasional yards of new Shedda materials.
household. Shekiba slowly
Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm a shabti, of course!" The figurine rubbed his dented head. He still looked quite lumpish, only now he was a living lump. "Master calls me Doughboy, though I find the name insulting. You may call me Supreme-Force-Who-Crushes-His-Enemies!
Mayoimashita. Can you help me find my cat? - Watashi
Kerrick the weed.
If I was Judge Del Rosario, I would say Ili, of all people, you know better.
My name's Elai, Ellai's daughter, line of the first Cloud, the first Elly; of Pia, line of the first Jin when they made the world. And you're on my land.
Samadhi is the highest octave spiritual light. Not the best, but the highest octave.
I am the triple owner of the world, the finest Turkey, the Lorelei, Germania and Helvetia of exclusively sweet butter and Naples, and I must supply the whole world with macaroni.
Grinding his jaws. Barb snapped, "Over and done, put a fork in it." Stan
Come quickly, I am drinking the stars!
Imagine," she said, after registering, "a whole city of gorgeous Italian guys. They can say anything to me, and it'll be sexy."
"You'll be so easy," Rashmi said. "Would you like-ah to order-ah the spa-ghe-tti? 'Oh, do me, Marco!
My name is Echo. I dream of cats with stars in their fur.
In hoc signo vinces
One wrong guess left! x m t r f o a n e i
Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch
Well, yeah. You said you wanted Italian. See. Chef Boyardee. He makes one the best stuff. (Tabitha)
They make their fortune who are stout and wise,
Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
[Lat., Che sovente addivien che'l saggio e'l forte.
Fabro a se stesso e di beata sorte.]
Unwind the - Stan began, and then there was a much louder explosion. The echo rolled slowly across the Barrens. A cloud of gulls rose from the eastern side of the dump, squalling and crying. They all jumped this time. Stan dropped
I am drinking the stars
You'd be my pariah, and I'd love you no matter what, and I'd shield you from everything, Desi said.
My name actually is Francesco Castaluccio.
Furi just nodded with a secret smile on his face. If Joe or the caller only knew what was going on in Furi's mind. Goddamnit, Syn. He was so sated he was close to pulling out a cigarette and sparking one as if he were in his own bedroom. I'm in trouble. I want him ... bad.
I love you, what star do you live on?
Commander Sivari found them. "You're popular," he said, but only after delivering a very correct, very formal bow. "I didn't think they were going to let me in, and it's career-limiting to refuse a Commander of the Kings' Swords entry into any portion of Avantari. ACormaris," he added, bowing.
Stuart Davises he
Kili and Fili rushed for their bags and brought back little fiddles; Dori, Nori, and Ori brought out flutes from somewhere inside their coats; Bombur produced a drum
spoon, jar, jar jar spoon
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.
Ser mal profesor sale barato
Dominic Chocolate!!!
-Fiona, this is my mate, Frank Begbie. Or Franco. Or Beggars. Or the Beggar Boy. Or the Generalissmo. Or Psychotic Bullying Prick.
Festina lente. Make haste slowly.
Mount You-Gotta-Be-Kidding-Me.
I kan noght parfitly my Paternoster as the preest it syngeth,But I kan rymes of Robyn Hood and Randolf Erl of Chestre.
Captain," said I,
Suri had a wolf named Minna. They were the best of friends and roamed the forest together. She had tattoos, was always filthy, afraid of nothing, and could do magic. From the first time I met her, I wanted to be Suri ... I still do.
- THE BOOK OF BRIN
Good morning, Sassenach,
S-U-C-I-D-E
Do You want to end everything with only six alphabets?
Chef cookin for me They say my shoe game crazy The mental asylum lookin for me
Furi had just stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself when he heard pounding on his door.
Furi yanked it open. "Geez Doug. Wake up Ms. Jones why don'tcha?
Ani l'dodi, ve dodi li. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.
Tonight I have inundated you with the mystical kundalini. Now, of course, I'm moving into the supra-conscious; it's kind of a doubleheader this evening.
I have the greatest respect for Tony Iommi.
I am Sunai," he said. "I am holy fire. And if I have to burn the world to cleanse it, so help me, I will.
I was driving by, doing a security check ... and I smelled leg of lamb.
Morelli
Furi had removed his own shirt at some point and his jeans were unzipped, just the glistening head of his cock peeking out from its foreskin. Syn found himself wanting another taste of the intense man.
All glory to the Adonai!
Giannine
What are they going to do: smack me on the head with a pamplet?
Yo' Momma, I'm a ghetto super star.
Mid-range, androgynous voice. I first thought that Solaris was a guy. Then a girl. Maybe. Then I gave up trying to figure out which. It would become obvious at some point, or not.
Adding kat after an adjective creates a compound word. The Wolof adjective hipi describes someone who is open-eyed and hyper-aware. A hipi-kat, therefore, is a person who is on the ball, or a "hepcat.
My name's Sean, Jem. I'm Sean.
GINGER: The hand that rocks the craddle rules the world.
BONGI: That's a slick little maxim - while the hand's rocking the craddle it won't be rocking the boat.
Dominic spelled it.
Hey, I just thought of something."
"What?"
"When we're together, we make one whole Italian.
Good morning, Jonas. You are a furred lead, I think.
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house at Otowi Bridge.
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye