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Pardon me, Highness, a women waits whithout."
"Whithout what?
Squeezed back. Or, more likely, someone
I made bitterness into a wad and swallowed it. I
I'm Danny Worsnop and I slay poon.
Wringin' your hands only stops you from rollin' up your sleeves.
charmed the words out of
It hurteth not the toung to give faire words.
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
People of ze wurl, relax!
Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
no cray,Daddy he whisper
was being plundered
You little prick. It's a whelk ... it's a ... it's a ... dead whelk!
Without even thinking about it, she reached out for warmth, reached out for acceptance. She was hurt and as much as she tried to build up the wall of protection and never let anyone in again, Wharick had changed her building capabilities. Wharick had changed her heart.
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
I only have one wrinkle and I'm sitting on it.
howling alternately
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?
Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!
At wuntz? What HE do?
What HE do? Who do?
Wuntz do hoo doo? How do he do hoo doo?
Once do who do? What? What!? To wit, WHAT.
Drizzt turned and tried to catch him, but the huge man bowled the drow over and continued on. Face first into a tree. Before Drizzt could get over to help, Wulfgar was up again and running, too scared and embarrassed, to even groan.
Every secret is a wrinkle.
I am the only wretch who keeps on heaping new iniquities and abominations on myself. O Monsieur, how merciful God is to put up with me with so much patience and forbearance, and how weak and miserable I am to abuse his mercies so greatly!
Little Richard was drenched in milk, and the cow was none too happy. But the iron brig door hung open. "Good job," said Slank. "Next time, you milk the cow," said Little Richard.
Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke.
Wrinkles are ditches that the gods have dug for our tears.
Escape was impossible. Victory even more so. Wulfgar's only thought and desire at that moment was to be spared the indignity and anguish of lycanthropy. Then Drizzt entered the room.
Something is not right,' Weavyr announced. She crouched lower over one spot in the Wyrd and tugged, redirecting the threads. In the moments that followed, throughout the world, hearts were broken, brilliant careers were launched and dreams were dashed. A volleyball serve also went awry.
And once again we plighted our troth,
And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly.
verb swon to swear, derivative of swannee I swan, raising kids is like being pecked to death by a chicken
If the Danes come," he spoke to Wulfhere, "you must let me fight."
"You don't know how to fight."
"Then you must teach me." He slid Serpent-Breath back into the scabbard. "Wessex needs a king who can fight," he said, "instead of pray.
Open up!" he roared, pounding it with his fist. Nothing. "Lass, if you open up now, I'll leave you in one piece, but I swear to you, if you keep me in here one more moment I will tear you limb from wee limb," he threatened. Silence. "Lass! Wench! Gwen-do-lynnnnnn!
Wriggled to avoid the lump that always seemed directly under
Oh, God," Wilhelm prayed, "Let me out of my trouble. Let me out of my thoughts, and let me do something better with myself. For all the time I have wasted I am very sorry. Let me out of this clutch and into a different life. For I am all balled up. Have mercy.
Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!
Did it make you ache so, leaving me?
The damned Were has me in knots.
I mun hev' my wage, and I mun goa! I hed aimed to dee wheare I'd sarved fur sixty year;
Fhat thouding do're.
Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
Serpent-Breath was in my hand and anger in my soul.
Inside the half-basement, they found Wroth alongside Garreth, grappling to hold up the ceiling.
The vampire's voice was incongruously calm when he asked, What kind of idiot would find this a worthy plan?
WHANGDEPOOTENAWAH, n. In the Ojibwa tongue, disaster; an unexpected affliction that strikes hard.
Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).
Every tounge bit had another word to say.
Wisely reconsidered and let the hand
The Lord of the Ringwraiths had met his doom.
Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
Groop I implore thee," continued the merciless Vogon, "my foonting turlingdromes.
Duden Dictionary Meaning #4. Wort - Word: A meaningful unit of language / a promise / a short remark, statement, or conversation. Related words: term, name, expession.
... murder wol out
Frowning, I glazed
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Fuck a motherfucking fuckduck"
- Wraith
Must this with farce and folly rack my
head unpunish'd ? that with sing-song,
Whine me dead?
When folks git ole en strucken wid de palsy, dey mus' speck ter be laff'd at.
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it.
Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.
His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.
Now gae your wa'sTho'anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and the bardies That lang they'll brook the auld I trow, Or neibours cry,'Weel brook the new'.
My wails of sorrow
are tormenting my soul
Even th<>ong>oong>ugh it was six <>ong>oong>'cl<>ong>oong>ck, there was n<>ong>oong> sense <>ong>oong>f appr<>ong>oong>aching dawn.
Wag and the world wags with you.
I," said Lymond, in the voice unmistakably his which honeyed his most lethal thoughts, "I am a narwhal looking for my virgin. I have sucked up the sea like Charybdis and failing other entertainment will spew it three times daily, for a fee.
Geep,' whuppled the parrot.
Tsarong felt every day of his life creak in his joints as he made his way to the door. He had grown accustomed to the pain, the muted, arthritic drum roll that reminded him he was still bound to this realm - still able to make a difference before the oncoming storm.
Hand closed around the
Wit: a whim followed by a wham.
Words cannot express how pissed off I am. I am going to have to invent a new word to explain how angry I am. Karflagled. I am so karflagled off at you right now!" "See,
Behind me, Ingrid made a s<>ong>oong>rt <>ong>oong>f muffled sn<>ong>oong>rting s<>ong>oong>und. I can <>ong>oong>nly assume she was ch<>ong>oong>king <>ong>oong>n a breath mint. I sh<>ong>oong>t her a l<>ong>oong><>ong>oong>k, h<>ong>oong>ping she hadn't heard anything, and saw she was wearing a p<>ong>oong>ker face, which c<>ong>oong>uld <>ong>oong>nly mean she'd heard everything.
The world brought me to my knees, what have you brung you?
my cries were lost in the hell-born babel of the howling wind-wraiths.
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
Narzel fart," I swore.
A voice hissed: "He sheds tears!"
It was taken around the ring "Usal gives moisture to the dead!"
He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers.
ART, n. This word has no definition. Its origin is related by the ingenious Father Gassalasca Jape as "One day a wag - what would the wretch be at? Shifted a letter of the cipher RAT, And said it was a god's name! ... "
What are you doing here, you fuck wad? You know he's up their because of you.
Wrinkle not thy sable brow at me, my friend. All will be known to you at last. To you as to every man.
Were' is a son-of-a-bitch word.
Raveand Rhamnusia, Goddes of Dispyte,' said Lymond acidly. 'I am trying to get you home, vide the shiten shepherd and the clene shepe, with your woolly chops spotless. The only drawback to date is that the bloody sheep is going to have to carry the shepherd, so far as I can see.
Merry kept talking, but he lost the thread. She wandered closer. With the knots banished, she gripped the tail of the rope in her fist, making an L of her arm and winding the length around her elbow in uniform loops. Rough, rasping rope against that smooth, perfect skin. And Rob on his knees.
At some point, I had to start laughing, because I was all wrung out from crying.
Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.
I want to hear you wound my lovely language with your rough barbarian tongue.
Don't you mean, witch?
A whetstone is no carving instrument, And yet it maketh sharp the carving tool; And if you see my efforts wrongly spent, Eschew that course and learn out of my school; For thus the wise may profit by the fool, And edge his wit, and grow more keen and wary, For wisdom shines opposed to its contrary.
I wrestled futilely, then relaxed as a vine wrapped three times around my throat and squeezed.
Right," I choked out, and shut my eyes. "I'll wait here, then.
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
Wart draggled off to the tower room, where Merlyn was busy knitting himself a woollen night-cap for the winter. "I cast off two together at every other line," said the magician, "but for some reason it seems to end too sharply. Like an onion. It is the turning of the heel that does one, every time.
I am all that I grok.
I'm going to have wrinkles really soon
I wear my wrinkles like battle scars, having earned every last one slaying life's dragons. They boast of my victories and some defeats while their beauty is a wealth of wisdom gained.
The man who wishes to bend me with his tale of woe must shed true tears - not tears that have been got ready overnight.
God is love. Wraith is how His love appears to us when we sin or rebel or run away from Him. The very light that is meant to help us appears to us as our enemy when we seek the darkness.
Winna ye be gaein' awa', to write buiks, an' gar fowk fin' oot what's the maitter wi' them?
Come here, sweet cheeks. You know how much we love the tongue wrasslin'.
She vied so fast, protesting oath after oath,
that in a twink she won me to her love.
O, you are novices. 'Tis a world to see
How tame, when men and women are alone,
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
If you don't have wrinkles, you haven't laughed enough.
Us f'gotten slaves was bein' drained by hunger'n'pain an' the mozzies from the slopin' pond now an' we was envyin' that Hawi boy diresome, till at a nod from Lyons they ripped down Elfy's pants an' held him an' busted that boy's ring, oilin' his hole up with lardbird fat b'tween turns.