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OT Old Testament
I thawt I thaw a putty tat." "I did, I did thee a putty tat" Finished with his Tweety Bird imitation, he grinned unpleasantly at me. "Now, then, luv, let's get down to business
This tottered ensign of my ancestors
Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea
Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,
Will I advance upon these castle-walls.
Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
And sing aloud the knell of Gaveston!
By Moradin's arm and Clangeddin's horn, by Dumathoin's tricks and Delzoun true born, open I tell ye, open yer gates! Me name's Athrogate, me blood's Delzoun, and I'm told me home awaits!
My heart and soul are in the Stratocaster
The thrall in person may be free in soul
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
You do not know it but you are the talk of all the town.
[Lat., Fabula (nec sentis) tota jactaris in urba.]
Wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
Thrift is that habit of character that prompts one to work for what he gets, to earn what is paid him; to invest a part of his earnings; to spend wisely and well; to save, but not hoard.
Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter!
Sept.17 (1780). When we call loudly thro' the speaking-trumpet to Timothy ( the tortoise), he does not seem to regard the noise. Sept.18. Timothy eats heartily. Oct.3. No ring-ouzels seen this autumn yet. Timothy very dull.
Throb
You cut me
into pieces and
put them in separate corners
of the room
each part
placed under pillows
or into water
I grow from this darkness
like starfish
my fingers know the shape to take again
Th blu nyt
th stRs u can't c
th hum tht nevr gOs awy
Tahtahta-ha-ha' clattered the wheels. A lamp outside the window nodded to him. Another. A third. The lamps ceased to wink. Night without winking clung to the windows.
("Adam")
All places are filled with fools.
[Lat., Stultorum plenea sunt omnia.]
Atalanta in Calydon
I've always wanted to go to Timbuktu. First of all I think it has the best name of anywhere in the world.
psychologist Timothy
Thrift is care and scruple in the spending of one's means. It is not a virtue and it requires neither skill nor talent.
Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God!
I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.
People are talking high of Thiruvalluvar. But in practice they do not respect his teachings. They act against him and disregard him.
The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
Below me Rontu was running along the cliffs barking at the screaming gulls. Pelicans were chattering as they finished the blue water. But suddenly I thought of Tutok, and the island seemed very quiet.
Lestat, what did I say last night?' he asked. 'You are the damnedest creature!
Maktub" (It is written.)
Uncle Monty tell
Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller
Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.
Old Titme the clock-settter, that bald sexton,Time.
Our Lady of Cheribim Chit-Chat.
Come, thou tortoise!
...Traduttore, traditore.
Surrealism comes for us all, Thibaut thinks.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller
Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk
She summahs in Lake James, how mahvelous
Human language falls short of expressing all that He is, even as a thimble lacks capacity to hold Niagara Falls.
Taniquetil, glorious to behold, loftiest of all mountains clad in purest snow,
It winna dee ye ony good, it disna ring. The salt fae the sea ruins the wiring, fast as I fix it. Besides,' said the man, as he came up to join us, 'I'm nae in the hoose tae be hearin ye, am I?
TIMON
A fool of thee: depart.
APEMANTUS
I love thee better now than e'er I did.
TIMON
I hate thee worse.
Sundown. The distressed sloop, its mainmast shattered by lightning, its sails ripped by the winds of the open sea, drifted into the small, quiet beach of a private island in the Lesser Antilles
Blissful Islands
Thwart: to prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person.
Rhage cleared his throat. My lord and ruler, Wrath, son of Wrath, blooded father of Wrath, I present you with Throe, Piece of Shit.
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:
Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
These flies are couch'd.
But Mithgar ... Mithgar is yet wild, tempestuous, unkept, savage, turbulent, exciting. We come here to feel alive.
O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.
Argot is nothing more nor less than a wardrobe in which language, having some bad deed to do, disguises itself. It puts on word-masks and metaphoric rags.
Oh, Ahab! what shall be grand in thee, it must needs be plucked at from the skies, and dived for in the deep, and featured in the unbodied air!
Come athwart my hawse and I shall ride you down, you half-baked son of an Egyptian fart,' to a wool-gathering jolly-boat; and art echoed from either shore.
Taran. We go down fighting.
Listen sharp, think deep, and guard your tongue- Tam al'Thor
They please the world mostrong>ststrong>, who please Christrong>ststrong> leastrong>ststrong>.
The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery
Fiddler on the Roof, to
The little corpse like a less lucky Moses all wrapped up in palm frond, in
Mhe varujta. Trust me as if my soul were yours.
What is aught but as 'tis valued?
Nyarlathotep ... the crawling chaos ... I am the last ... I will tell the audient void ...
The tumalt and shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart. Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heat. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
What do you call the Hrothgar-wrecker when Hrothgar has been wrecked?
K-k-keep your helmet on. T-t-toothless doing his BEST.
Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me.
[Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu.
Faxit cur? Volito vivu' per ora virum.]
Some sang too that Thror and Thrain would come back one day and gold would flow in rivers, through the mountain-gates, and all that land would be filled with new song and new laughter. But this pleasant legend did not much affect their daily business.
In a long journey straw waighs.
this "gawky, stammering adventurer.
The tide tarrieth no man.
In the cave's innermost entryway, a band of four stood tall and thick, shouldered and heavily weaponed.
Members of the Brotherhood.
He knew this quartet by name: Ahgony, Throe, Murhder, Tohrture.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
WindClan territory
Thank you for tearing Tim into small Tim bits.
Most redoubted lord and right sovereign cousin, may the Almighty Lord have you in his keeping.
He was thiryt-one now, not too old, but old enough to be lonely.
The gods of Djelibeybi In the river kingdom of Djelibeybi, the national religion
Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver."
"Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.
Knock the 't' off the 'can't'
Phury stepped up in front of her, blocking the view as leaned down and put his mouth right to Throe's ear. As he squeezed Throe's biceps until it screamed in pain, the Brother growled softly, "You get hard and I'll castrate you as soon as she leaves."
Well .. If that wasn't crystal clear.
I started m-p-h-ing it homewards in a thrice
I banana the softest banana in the world; it's a new game, seeing just how soft I can banana while still banana-ing.
Thnks fr th mmrs- Gabe
In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?
Thuvia of Ptarth was having difficulty in determining the exact status of the Prince of Helium in her heart. She
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.
Think ere you speak
Right words, sometimes they escape me; curses nay so much. Of them I am kin.
But it's not the name I'd give to a conqueror of worlds ... I would've gone with Thundro or Ragnor. I might just call him Thundro anyway.
Th<>ong>oong>u hast all seas<>ong>oong>ns f<>ong>oong>r thine <>ong>oong>wn, O Death!
To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Belgian stranger - all
Do behold the king in his glory, King Sequoia. Behold! Behold! seems all I can say ... Well may I fast, not from bread but from business, bookmaking, duty doing & other trifles ... I'm in the woods woods woods, & they are in mee-ee-ee ... I wish I were wilder & so bless Sequoia I will be.
Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away. My
Shun the inquisitive person, for he is also a talker.
[Lat., Percunctatorem fugito, nam garrulus idem est.]
Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul's journeying.
In thy foul throat thou liest.