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I eat too much. I drink to much. A greedy selfish such-n-such. But when I wrap my turban on my mind is clear, I'm 'Baba Lon'.
What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine.
I began to fear that Mos Def was being treated as a product, not a person, so I've been going by Yasiin since '99. At first it was just for friends and family, but now I'm declaring it openly.
Just when you feel like hauling him off and strangling hin, he gets some goal out of nowhere.
Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz," said the demon smugly.
"Where were you when the vowels were handed out? Behind the door?" said Nanny Ogg.
Wotan of Walhalla,
does my Anerew's hert guid to hae a crack wi' ane 'at kens something o' what the Maister wad be at. Mony ane 'll ca' him Lord, but feow 'ill tak the trible to ken what he wad hae o' them.
I'm fairly certain that YOLO is just Carpe Diem for stupid people.
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
With Yowza there are no games, you don't have to check in or become the mayor or go back home and redeem anything online - you will always press one button, show the coupon at the register and save money. It's as simple as that.
Cwn Annwn," I said. "I think I'm finally pronouncing that right. Welsh. So many letters. So few vowels.
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
Hello. I'm hello, and I'd like to say myself.-- Steve Martin
His Tender Roni.
AhthOOn SSyng!" I said. "That's farewell."
"It sounds evil."
"It is," I answered, and we parted.
Those that only take a nibble here and a nibble there will never attain anything ... Those who really want to be yogis must give up, once and for all, this nibbling at things. Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that idea.
N OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
Say hello to your life.
Forever thine, forever mine.
Live life hifreelancer
Whither thou goest...
Aman cant spend his life with only one thought
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
Those two fatal words, Mine and Thine.
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!
A yogi is one who leaves a place a little nicer than when they arrived.
Sometimes you gwyne to git hurt, en sometimes you gwyne to git sick; but every time you's gwyne to git well agin.
I'm not a yogi, but I know the sun salutation.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
Cyn? Short for Cynric? (Callie)
Nay. S-I-N. As in conceived, born in, and am currently living happily in. (Sin)
A lot of guys go, 'Hey, Yog, say a Yogi-ism.' I tell 'em, 'I don't know any.' They want me to make one up. I don't make 'em up. I don't even know when I say it. They're the truth. And it is the truth. I don't know.
Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.
My Becca's home.
Guilliame came to talk to him, since they were the same rank.
'Lamen. That's an unusual name.'
'It's Patran,' said Damen.
'You speak very good Akielon,' he said, loudly and slowly.
'Thank you,' said Damen.
Yomi awoke filled with the reckless energy of someone with little left to lose
Foever is composed of nows.
No, I be-ant expectin' nothin', but I be so yarnin
Warlock D. J. Prod of Didsbury says:
My wife used to sneer at my feeble charms, but one month into your fabulous Kwikspell course and I succeeded in turning her into a yak!
Thank you, Kwikspell!
Who's Jessie?"
"My Yugo"
"You have a name for your Yugo? Please don't tell me you're one of those guys who also names his dick."
"Unfortunately, I've yet to find the perfect name for mine, so it's in this netherworld of nameless identity right now.
Then the Yo-Yo was coming around again, and Vann Larch was saying, "Gehenna with this fooling around! I'll fix the expurgated unprintability!
For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day.
Thanks to the redundancy of language, yxx cxn xndxrstxnd whxt x xm wrxtxng xvxn xf x rxplxcx xll thx vxwxls wxth xn "x" (t gts lttl hrdr f y dn't vn kn whr th vwls r)
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.
Sameron adion aso
I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow
killed tonight, the one whose
My name is Gilan. The King wants to see you.
Everyone has a yoke that binds them.
His spirit chaunged house and wente ther,
As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher.
This Heart at Peace is My Homeland. (Su Shih)
ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.
Hebbity bedda," I said, by way of attempting a greeting. My mouth had gone rather numb, and my tongue felt like a lead weight. "Jussa hangonna sayke hee.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
Mo leannan. You are sweeter than honey to a black-hearted knight." - Colin
Cute when you do that. MyCute-- R.k. Lilley
want to hang on to yourHang-- Max Lucado
Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.
[Say no ill of the year till it be past.]
Bad spellers of the world untie!
Jinn ... occupy bodies which are in a liminal state ... when consciousness is a sheet of copper beaten down, mirroring only the moment
Oh great. Yoda captured us.
Those yesterdreams were just a cruel and foolish game we used to play, yester-me, yester-you, yesterday.
My name Quan. Quan Nguyen. This Kim-Ly, wife. We next door. Do nails. We with Mr. Blaylock. He fight, we fight. We come here from Viet Nam. This good country, but sometimes, good people in good country have to fight.
Byjadh heemyeh odh ubaech achoedzaY Foolishness may have golden offspring. I hope yours does.
... if yir gaunny git hung fir stealin a sheep ye might as well shag it n aw.
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.
[Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]
Tae be yersel an tae mak that worth bein
Nae harder job tae mortals has been gien
Kanan is a big road through the Santa Monica Mountains. Between mid-March and mid-April, when you get over to the western side of the mountains, it's populated by Spanish broom - this beautiful, yellow, flowering weed that smells the way I imagine it smells along the Yellow Brick Road.
Quin lay down next to me and buried his face in my neck. I felt everything hidden and heavy inside him collapse in my arms. His hot tears joined with mine.
"I need you."
"I know," I answered.
Good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete?
What! hath some wolfe thy tender lambes ytorne?
Or is thy bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete?
Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?
Ah, I remember now why you ceased to amuse, Myrnin. You use honesy like a club.
Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme / My barmie noddle's working prime.
What have we here - jinn or human?
In the cowshed, my head hard against the floor, Natan broke the very yolk of my soul.
Soun is noght but air ybroken, And every speche that is spoken, Loud or privee, foul or fair, In his substaunce is but air; For as flaumbe is but lighted smoke, Right so soun is air ybroke.
Right words, sometimes they escape me; curses nay so much. Of them I am kin.
You'll always have the advantage of me, Jenn. Because I'm lost without you.
Where is your maman?
I don't know.
I think we've gone and lost her, Pea. Papa's voice dissolves into the colours behind my eyes.
I'm sorry Papa. I don't know how to find her, I say.
Teen uk'al k'iinam. Teen uk'al yah. I drink your ache. I drink your pain.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Jah show every mon him hand, and Jah has show I mine.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
Thank G<>ong>oong>d f<>ong>oong>r y<>ong>oong>ur m<>ong>oong>ther.
Ye have ta ask me dat? Ye do na know dat ye are all dat madders ta me?
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
You are my sickness, and I want nothing to do with a cure. ~ Torin
Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.
Len never said hello as a greeting; he said something like a yodel, He-a-lo!
Love life's weariness leavens.
Artemis simple-toon
You had me at hello.
You made the right choice," Roden whispered. "Though you did choose his name rather quickly.
"He has a skinny neck. He'd have died faster." (Jaron)
"That's why you chose me? Because it'll take me longer to die?"
"Yes, Roden, that's exactly why."
"Enough bickering!" (Vargan)
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
And don't ye be adding any more bows to that. God help ye, it looked like a blind gypsy dropped off a tribute to Herne in your living room.
Tain't no trouble tuh say whut's already so.
What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here ...
Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat!
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
What made somethi<>ng>ngng> precious? Losi<>ng>ngng> it and findi<>ng>ngng> it.
My friend. My love. My breath.-Eagan
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