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I'm a bit of a 'Throny,' as I think the 'Game of Thrones' fans refer to themselves.
If you intend to speak a vain word, replace it with a tasbih.
Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen ...
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Whither thou goest...
Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge
With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho
That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge
Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so,
And spedde as wel in love as men now do.
And once again we plighted our troth,
And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly.
psychologist Timothy
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.
Tsze-kung asked, "What do you think of me?" The Master said, "You are a pot." "What sort of pot?" "A precious ritual vase.
This sucks the hind teat.
I am known by many names, but you may call me...Tim.
Whence has come thy lasting power.
Through the Thou a person becomes I.
Such watering pots,' Lord Ragsdale commented as he handed each of them ahandkerchief, then pressed a third to his eye. 'See here, you have set me a bad example.' He grinned at Tim. 'But I will practice economy and cry out of only one eye.
Carrying little Kunta in his strong arms, he walked to the edge of the village, lifted his baby up with his face to the heavens, and said softly, "Fend kiling dorong leh warrata ka iteh tee." (Behold - the only thing greater than yourself.)
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.
Trus, is a word that has to be earned.
The strangest sight was the old giant Thoon, who was getting bludgeoned to death by three old ladies with brass clubs - the Fates, armed for war.
Here lies a
wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:
Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked
caitiffs left!
Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:
Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay
not here thy gait.
Tut!' I said. 'What did you say?' 'I said "Tut!"' 'Say it once again, and I'll biff you where you stand. I've enough to endure without being tutted at.
Really?" i stared at him, surprised. "You're going to Tir Na Nog? Why?"
"I told you before, I am looking for someone."
"Who?"
"You ask a wearying amount of questions, human."
-Grimalkin
Timon: I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
D<>ong>oong>n't let a three-<>ong>oong>'cl<>ong>oong>ck-at-night feeling f<>ong>oong>g y<>ong>oong>ur s<>ong>oong>ul.
Thank you for tearing Tim into small Tim bits.
English sense has toiled, but Hindoo wisdom never perspired.
Goodbye," said Siew Tsin.
"See you next time," said Lady Meng, more accurately.
"Will you remember me when I come again?"
"Of course," said Lady Meng. "I miss you every time.
Stop busting my balls, Soren. I'm out of tea.
Timshel - thou mayest
Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky;
It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by;
For every night at tea-time and before you take your seat,
With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street.
Know thy sacred soul
Where the vastrong>sstrong>t cloudlestrong>sstrong>strong>sstrong> strong>sstrong>ky wastrong>sstrong> broken by one crow I strong>sstrong>at upon a hill - all alone - long ago; But I never felt strong>sstrong>o lonely and strong>sstrong>o out of God'strong>sstrong> way, Astrong>sstrong> here, where I brustrong>sstrong>h elbowstrong>sstrong> with a thoustrong>sstrong>and every day.
Meanwhile, in the th<>rong>rorong>ne <>rong>rorong>om, Rhea threw an Oscar-worthy tantrum. She screamed and stomped her feet and called K<>rong>rorong>nos all kinds of unflattering names. "RO-O-CCCKY!" she wailed. "NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!
TMT, too much testosterone. Way more dangerous than TNT.
Japanese tea ceremony,
Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks
Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne.
I'm like this yo-yo with a three-thousand-mile string." - Tai
Thich Nhat Hanh is one of the greatest teachers of our time. He reaches from the heights of insight down to the deepest places of the absolutely ordinary.
I have never regarded myself as a hero, but Tenzing undoubtedly was.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
living soul for ever.
Wi' basket oft shoo walks abroad To some poor lonely elf; To ivery one shoo knaws t' reight way At's poorer nor(2) herself. Shoo niverr speyks o' what shoo gives, Kind, gentle-hearted sowl; I' charity her hands find wark, Shoo's good alike to all.
If thou would'strong>ststrong> have that strong>ststrong>ream of hard-earn'd knowledge, of Wisdom heaven-born, remain sweet running waters, thou should'strong>ststrong> not leave it to become a strong>ststrong>agnant pond.
as her mother promised to teach them everythi<>ng>ngng> a you<>ng>ngng> lady needed to keep a house. As if, Marilyn thought, it might run away when you weren't looki<>ng>ngng>.
I just love taki<>ng>ngng> pictures.
So spake the Son, and into terrour chang'd His count'nance too severe to be beheld And full of wrauth bent on his Enemies.
We have s<>ong>oong> many v<>ong>oong>ices in us, h<>ong>oong>w d<>ong>oong> we kn<>ong>oong>w which <>ong>oong>nes t<>ong>oong> <>ong>oong>bey?
Til that the brighte sonne loste his hewe; For th'orisonte hath reft the sonne his lyght; This is as muche to seye as it was nyght!
That thou seest, that thou beest.
Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
O plunge y<>ong>oong>ur hands in water, Plunge them in up t<>ong>oong> the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin And w<>ong>oong>nder what y<>ong>oong>u've missed.
Come join me for some tea so we can discuss how your giong to die
Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
There's meaning in thy snores.
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
Hungry wailing standeth not aloof.
Fiddler on the Roof, to
Lips, let sour words go by and language end:
What is amiss plague and infection mend!
Graves only be men's works and death their gain!
Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.
He that in ye mine of knowledge deepest diggeth, hath, like every other miner, ye least breathing time, and must sometimes at least come to terr. alt. for air.
I can't strong>sstrong>hut my brain off. It'strong>sstrong> like a hamstrong>sstrong>ter wheel." ~ Justrong>sstrong>tin
Thir must be less tae life than this.
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?
We are curious creatures, we Taiwanese. Orphans. Eventually, orphans must choose their own names and write their own stories. The beauty of orphanhood is the blank slate.
Lately, I haph startet painting my torso in pretty, motley hews. I sit in phront oph the mirror in the sleepy-room. I atmire my hantyworg. I am a hooman apstrat paining.
T.G.T.B.T: too good to be true.
The unsuspected is the daily fare of the traveler in Thibet ...
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en
The sn<>ong>oong>wdr<>ong>oong>p and primr<>ong>oong>se <>ong>oong>ur w<>ong>oong><>ong>oong>dlands ad<>ong>oong>rn, and vi<>ong>oong>lets bathe in the wet <>ong>oong>' the m<>ong>oong>rn.
My father who art in hell, Lestat be your name.
Only men who are capable of saying Thou [an attitude of deep respect] to one another can truly say we with one another.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
And so it continued all day, wynde after wynde, from a room beyond came the whistle of a teakettle. Now, you really must join me. I've some marvelous Darjeeling, and some delicious petits fours a friend of mine gave me for Christmas.
The wren goes to't
Wat's tes-tees?" inquired a small voice. Jemmy had abandoned his rocks and was looking up at me in profound interest. "Er ... " I said. I glanced round the room in search of aid. "That's Latin for your balls, lad," Roger said gravely, suppressing a grin.
Tea is quiet and our thirst for tea is never far from our craving for beauty.
The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.
Taran. We go down fighting.
Shitfire, parson! And I mean thet sincerely!
One thing about whoring: It put a chicken on the table.
A fair feeld ful of folk fond I ther bitwene -Of alle manere of men, the meene and the riche,Werchynge and wandrynge as the world asketh.
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live.
T.E.A.M. = Together Everyone Achieves More.
One wandering thought pollutes the day;
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of my contemporaries.
You see, I am alive, I am alive
I stand in good relation to the earth
I stand in good relation to the gods
I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful
I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte
You see, I am alive, I am alive
He'd said they were studying the "taywah" or "terror" of the region, even when he'd spelled it out as t-e-r-r-o-i-r.
Let me help. Rhymes with I love you, right?
Are you lishening, my pretty vermin, are you lishening?
At tw<>ong>oong> <>ong>oong>'cl<>ong>oong>ck in the m<>ong>oong>rning, if y<>ong>oong>u <>ong>oong>pen y<>ong>oong>ur wind<>ong>oong>w and listen,
Y<>ong>oong>u will hear the feet <>ong>oong>f the Wind that is g<>ong>oong>ing t<>ong>oong> call the sun.
And the trees in the Shad<>ong>oong>w rustle and the trees in the m<>ong>oong><>ong>oong>nlight glisten,
And th<>ong>oong>ugh it is deep, dark night, y<>ong>oong>u feel that the night is d<>ong>oong>ne.
Valour that parlies is neare yeelding.
[Valor that parleys is near yielding.]
Love is spelt T.I.M.E.
My duty is to serve and protect the twelfth prince of Xing.-Lan Fan to Ling
Friendth, Romanth, countrymen, lend me your earsth.
Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.
They please the world mostrong>ststrong>, who please Christrong>ststrong> leastrong>ststrong>.