Aida Quotes

You’re mine, Aida,” Callum growls in my ear. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you.

I love this woman. The day she set my house on fire was the luckiest day of my life. It truly is the luck of the Irish: perverse. Inexplicable. And utterly fantastic. “Do you forgive me for losing it in the first place?” she asks me, slipping her slim little hand into mine. “I shouldn’t tell you how much you could get away with, Aida,” I say, shaking my head. “But you already know that I’d forgive anything you do.

I'll always find you, Aida.

Aida's watching me with her cool gray eyes. I don't like this new quiet Aida. It makes me nervous, wondering what she's up to. I like it better when she blurts out whatever she's thinking as soon as it comes to her head. Even if it really pisses me off in the moment.

Neither would I,” I promise her. “I’ll always find you, Aida.

If you take something by force there is never enough. If you share it , there will always be something left over.

Understand this,” Callum says quietly. “You’re coming to that dinner tonight, even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you like a caveman. You can be wearing the dress when I do that, or I swear to god, Aida, I will haul you there naked and make you sit in your seat in front of everyone. Don’t fucking test me.

Without a doubt it was Dr. Urbino's most contagious initiative, for opera fever infected the most surprising elements in the city and gave rise to a whole generation of Isoldes and Otellos and Aidas and Siegfrieds. But it never reached the extremes Dr. Urbino had hoped for, which was to see Italianizers and Wagnerians confronting each other with sticks and canes during the intermissions.

Our fates have been tied together... ...Across the Near and Far shores" -Hanako-kun, Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun #1

Hanako-kun. That's what I'll call you. That way... It's more like we're friends, right?" Yashiro Nene, Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun #1

Those who want to start a new journey, there are always new roads open for you

Make no mistake, Marin...a Dragon Guardian may not always be the one sitting upon the throne, but he or she is the protector of the entire realm.

...I've made up my mind now. I'm not going anywhere.

But I know right now, if I find Aida, I'm not waiting a moment for anybody else. I'm going to go in and get my wife back.

And more will soon die in this war,” Aidas countered coolly. “Hel’s armies shall strike at your command, Bryce Quinlan.

I love you, Aida,” I say.

The truth is that Camille isn’t my type at all. But I sort of felt like we might be becoming friends—a little bit. I kind of liked her. And I don’t like anybody. I barely like my own family. In fact, right now, I’m only 50/50 on Aida.

Live is likes a canvas.. you are the one who put the colour on that.. so put it properly or you may regret it!!

Para superar el pasado, hay que aprender a vivir el presente

We shouldn’t be forced to choose at all. The fury in Aida’s voice was familiar. Nostalgic. I’d once possessed that strain of fury, as had my fellow cooks, my friends, my produce guy, a virulent rage against our tainted inheritance of this stupid, smog-choked planet. But it couldn’t last. We’d been inoculated from rage by other, more immediate concerns. For example: how to pay rent, how to stay alive. Aida, rich as she was, hadn’t been forced to choose between anger and dinner. For the first time in years, I tasted, through her, that feeling.

Because it has lived its life intensely the parched grass still attracts the gaze of passers-by. The flowers merely flower, and they do this as well as they can. The white lily, blooming unseen in the valley, Does not need to explain itself to anyone; It lives merely for beauty. Man, however, cannot accept that 'merely'. If tomatoes wanted to be melons, they would look completely ridiculous. I am always amazed that so many people are concerned with wanting to be what they are not; what's the point of making yourself look ridicuolous? You don't always have to pretend to be strong, there's no need to prove all the time that everything is going well, you shouldn't be concerned about what other people are thinking, cry if you need to, it's good to cry out all your tears (because only then will you be able to smile again).

On Sunday, we slathered brioche with cultured butter, dolloped crème fraîche on daubes, and spooned a pudding of Aida's creation. The interior was so creamy it recalled the molten center of the earth. If the land of milk and honey produced no further milk, this meal proclaimed, then we would sup of the last like kings and queens.

- Youth. Live life and enjoy while thou art still young. - Huh? Where's it come from? Who said that? - I did.

Ako je sve u ravnoteži, kako onda da živimo bliskost, a da ne gubimo slobodu?

I'm a supernatural. No. 7 of the school's Seven Mysteries. "Hanako-san of the toilet." Nice to meet you." -Hanako-kun, Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun #1

Bonding over hatred Becoming a mean girl Won’t help you to win It’s just another stupid sin

Their curiosity is insatiable Their charisma is irresistible Butterflies have a way Of brightening our day

Por qué las cosas no pueden durar lo que dura quererlas, se pregunta.

My love...you were insolent to a dragon? Please tell me that I misheard you just now.

I’ve never seen Dante with a girl. Aida told me he was in love once, a long time ago. But the girl broke his heart.

Hyrieus,” Aidas answered. “He was a good male, Hunt Athalar. As you are.

The three of us,” Aidas amended. “Our four other brothers are currently engaged in other conflicts, helping other worlds.

Aidas was smiling faintly—joy and hope brightening his remarkable eyes. “It seems you got a little lost on your way to find me, Bryce Quinlan. But welcome to Hel.

He’s giving me a wicked grin, like he can’t wait to see how Aida’s going to fuck up my life. Unfortunately, I think he might be right.

Our children will be told what Israel has done.’ graffiti on the Wall in Bethlehem, opposite Aida refugee camp, 2008

Pada akhirnya kita akan menemukan jalan, bahwa nafsu bukan segala2nya, dan kebenaran adl hal yg selalu diharapkan (Bejana15 hari-Aida-OMR)

I can't pick up a cat on a whim or out of sympathy. What if I can't take care of him 'til the end? What if I'm not confident enough to stay with him forever? I can't hold a lonely cat.

If Aida is a rock, then I’m the fucking ocean. And I’m going to beat against her, over and over, wearing her down one pebble at a time. Until I’ve broken her up and swallowed her whole.

Aidas laughed softly. “No tears from you this time.” Bryce smiled slightly. “You told me not to let them see me cry. I took the advice to heart.” What the Hel had gone on during that meeting twelve years ago?

A lack of empathy from those who have not suffered injustice and prejudice goes to show the evil of ignorance and the danger of arrogance. I often did not share any of my experiences with my classmates or colleagues.

She would be even easier to manipulate than Aida. Despite her youth and naiveté though, there was no doubt Bianca was strong-willed and smart. Aida bragged constantly about her daughter’s good grades, but it went beyond that. Bianca had gumption, something most women lacked when they were faced with my scarred face and cold demeanor. She wouldn’t be as easy to manipulate as her mother, but something dark and hungry in my gut was excited about that.

The cake was not the one I'd baked as an afterthought. This was a foot high, silky yellow, sighing under the knife. Like nothing I'd tasted before. Part air, part kiss of milk and honey. It's a soufflé cheesecake, Aida told a guest. Very popular in Asia.

AIDA stand for? It stands for ATTENTION, INTEREST, DESIRE, ACTION. So, to make it clearer your letter should: 1. First, get his attention 2. Second, get him interested 3. Third, make him desire what you are selling 4. Compel him to take whatever action is needed to get whatever it is you are selling.

In hidden orchards the stone fruit ripened so fast that what we didn't eat was given to the animals, and so like chimps like finches like gilas we glutted on plums so ripe they split if looked at, cherries and blackberries staining our sheets. We distilled summer meads heady with anise and yogurt, and watered fields with the barrels' dregs. To the tidal boom of an underground aquarium, I cut a sturgeon nose to slit and ransacked its body for that other fruit, pure caviar. I looked to Aida for the salt. Sweaty, unshowered, her pubis its own rough ocean. Saline, the meat of her as she bucked against my tongue, split open, gleaming.

You appeared as a cat the last time” was all Bryce said. All. She. Said. Hunt dared take his eyes off the Prince of the Chasm to find Bryce bowing her head. Aidas slid his slender hands into the pockets of his closely tailored jacket and pants—the material blacker than the Chasm in which he resided. “You were very young then.

Butterflies are free To roam the wild Happy and innocent Like a small child They long to see A bit of everything By spreading their wings To what nature sings

You are my dreamcatcher Aware of what sparks desire You are my dreamcatcher Waiting to ignite the fire

And you know what this means When I touch your lovely smile Oh, lovers are part of tag teams Coming together to weave dreams

Living for the Approval Rating Of Hypocrites and Tools Makes one an Honorary Member of Fools

Necessity is the brave teacher Who leads us to brilliant questions She’s like a determined preacher Who shares bold insights and suggestions

Conquer all your doubts with the conviction that your struggle will attract success.

The success of another Will not diminish our own We choose our seeds And how they are grown

Children lost their arms, legs, and eyes While foreign governments fed us blatant lies Bodies laid on the street, frozen to death While some foreign teenagers took crystal meth

My father was shot in his ankle by a Chetnik And my mother was 2 inches away from death I could have easily become an orphan And suffered endlessly until my last breath

Caress my face With your embrace Loving every minute Walking the route

Y le viene una idea: hay una yo que vive y hay otra yo que se traga el dolor. Una yo que hace fino el dolor para que quepa por cualquier agujero.

all of the pancake's calories are going straight to your ankles!

Ljubav je nemoguće sakriti. Ako smo na ovaj svijet došli da bi kroz sazrijevanje upoznali sebe, onda je ljubav idealan vodič na tom putu.

I’m a rebel in the game of chance I have learned to enjoy the spiritual dance I have yearned to speak the language of truth I have the power to inspire our youth

In a room full of art All I would want to look at Would be the edges of your face The edges of your face

Something important to me... maybe?

Everyone else makes mistakes, but immigrants can never make mistakes," Rosie said, and she was right.

Se puede engañar a la mente, pero nunca al corazón

Lush scenery of the Lion’s hair Illuminates the Regal Cat on High Chair All those who come Across The Outspoken jungle Boss Seem to unanimously agree It is better to cheer than to Flee

We were trapped, we were completely caged Some of my mother’s good friends were raped This is what went on while war and genocide raged Our dignity, identity, and layers of skin were scraped

Personality captures our life lens What we perceive is actually how we Interpret our reality And the universe begs us to ask No matter how scared we feel Whether our feelings are false or real

And I almost forgot, my father wants this added to the dessert course. He said to use the pits, too. For all her jokes about pills and pigs, there was nothing pharmaceutical in the wrinkled, thumb-sized dates Aida gave me. I bit into one. As I didn't collapse, or foam at the mouth, I blitzed both fruit and pit into a powder that I folded through batter, the surface glossing rusty, red.

Mačke posjeduju nježno profiliranu odanost, ne kao što je to slučaj kod psa, čija odanost liči na podaništvo bez pogovora, već nešto što se mora na prvom mjestu zaslužiti. Ne ostaju tamo gdje osjete da se s njima loše postupa.

Aida tilts her lips up for a chaste kiss. To show her who’s boss, I seize her by the shoulders and kiss her roughly, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Her lips and tongue taste sweet. Tart and fresh. Like something I haven’t tasted in a very long time . . . Strawberries. I can already feel my tongue going numb. My throat starts to swell, my breath coming out in a whistle. The church whirls around me in a kaleidoscope of color, as I slump to the floor. That fucking BITCH!

The sadness, it causes so much pain The experience, it was all in vain And I am left completely alone Bitter right to my bone You lied, you lied to me When you said you would stay I wanted us to be together A mixture of night and day

Aida swung by with cookbooks, dietary stipulations, menus. To nouvelle and classique French fare we added Neolithic recipes free of dairy, medieval Italian recipes heavy on squash and almonds, early agrarian recipes so crammed with husky, fibrous grains that they would, in Aida's words, Make you shit till you see god. Modern additions included a vegan diet beloved of the world's best cricket player, astronaut supplements for bone density, foods charcoal-infused and nitrate-free.

Only Aidas remained, seeming to cling to the connection as he spoke to Bryce, his blue eyes intense on her face. “If you find that final piece of Theia’s power … if the cost of uniting the sword and knife is too much, Bryce Quinlan, then don’t do it. Choose life.” He glanced to Hunt. “Choose each other. I have lived with the alternative for millennia—the loss never gets easier to bear.” Bryce reached a ghostly hand toward Aidas, but the Prince of the Chasm was gone. And all of Hel with him.

On the basis of an offhand comment Aida made about curry, I spent weeks reconstructing a recipe by the world's best Indian chef, twenty-two spices compressed into a thumb-sized cookie that liquefied against the roof of the mouth. I candied summer's last fruits and presented them, tournéed to jewel-like facets, on a length of velvet. I was all night tinkering with a pad thai, wanting Aida to experience, as I had in an alley of old Bangkok, this precise magic of sugar and lime, that species of anchovy.

Zavisno od unutrašnjeg sadržaja, u formi znanja i karaktera, biva i reakcija koja nas na najljepši ili najnakazniji način oblikuje. Tako primijetimo ljude koje iskušenja proljepšaju i duhovno obogate, ali i one koji s iskušenjima propadnu duhovno, a time i tjelesno.

The Dark Cloud Is the tragic event that you see that was presented on the news Is the horrifying excuse for a father that made you change many views Is the vow that was cynical, two-faced, and did not have heart Is the bridge between countries that completely fell apart

Svaki sistem vrijednosti ima svoja pravila, a svaki izostanak pravila u životu jedne osobe ili zajednice ukazuje na izostanak vrijednosti u koje vjeruju ili ako ih i imaju, onda ne vjeruju u njih dovoljno da bi formirali jasna pravila koja će podržavati ono u šta vjeruju.

I wanted to run away From all of my problems I wanted to find a zone Where I could just be alone I felt like people Were out to get me I was defensive and scared Felt like no one cared We tend to shut down And push others away When we feel pain Its always been the same

If your inner light is a fierce shade If you never let your fire fade If you know how the game is played Then you know how winners are made If you have gone through pain If you ever went against the grain If you thought you might go insane Then you have the power to reign

I was born to soar in the clear skies, chosen by fate to fight for a life that is true. I was born to roar, with a sense for justice, and eyes that penetrate in a manner that is powerful and intense. I was born wanting more than just what was handed to me on the obvious plate.

It shouldn't be here. This sedge grass is decorative bullshit he imported from Northern Asia. The lab spent two years modifying it to slot into our ecosystem, all so that the mountain would literally smell of honey. Terra di latte e miele, she said, mockingly. Thank god my father went into business, not poetry. He's far too much of a romantic. I laughed, incredulous at this portrait of my stiff employer, and Aida reddened. It is romantic, if you think about it. He planted the grass for my mother. She's one of those Catholic Koreans, painfully devout. You know. The promised land, Canaan, found after forty years of wandering the desert. The land of milk and honey.

Like a fighter pilot that goes full throttle, Like a bullet train that wants to lead, Like an inspiring game of spin the bottle, I desired creativity and its unique speed. Like a lady who walks with dignity and pride, Like a gentleman who stands by justice and truth, Like a loose cannon with a constructive attitude, I treasured the power of gratitude.

was never privy to the story of how my mother and Prince Aidas became lovers. I know only that even in the midst of war, I had never seen my mother so at peace. She told me once, when I marveled at our luck that the portal had opened to Aidas that day, that it was because they were mates—their souls had found each other across galaxies, linking them that fateful day, as if the mating bond between them was indeed some physical thing. That was how deeply they loved each other. And when this war was over, she promised me, we would go to Hel with Aidas. Not to rule, but to live. When this was over, she promised, she would spend the rest of her existence atoning. She did not get to fulfill that promise. “Too bad,” Nesta said pitilessly.

I am one of this school's Seven Mysteries. It is my duty to supervise all the supernaturals in this school... and maintain proper relationships between us and the humans. I can't let the dangerous, supernatural killers stay here. I have no choice but to exterminate them. But you, Yashiro, are human. You can help them by changing the rumors. -Hanako-kun, Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun #1

Es que, ¿cómo puede explicarle a su madre, que no conoce la sensación, lo que significa cerrar los ojos y que te aparezca dibujada contra los párpados una llave espada, una ristra de plataformas sobre la que, sentada y sin que te haga falta tener alas, puedes volar? Escaparse. Cómo puede explicárselo. Sacarse lo vivido, dejar de estar para estar completa: cómo puede hacérselo entender.

The Starborn—Theia, their queen, and Pelias, the traitor-prince who’d usurped her. Theia had brought two daughters with her into Midgard: Helena, who’d been forced to wed Pelias, and another, whose name had been lost to history. Much of the truth about Theia had been lost as well, either through time or the Asteri’s propaganda. Aidas, Prince of the Chasm, had loved her—that much Bryce knew. Theia had fought alongside Hel against the Asteri to free Midgard. Had been killed by Pelias in the end, her name nearly wiped from all memory. Bryce bore Theia’s light—Aidas had confirmed it. But beyond that, even the Asteri Archives had provided no information about the long-dead queen. “So you believe,” Amren said slowly, silver eyes flickering, “that our world is this third planet that resisted these … Asteri.

I crave your gentle touch I crave your firm kiss And I’m happy we met You are what I want Exactly what I need Follow my lead I love your hazel eyes I love your sweet replies I love your cheerful highs Such a beautiful man Who has a simple plan To make me smile Bringing laughter To every ceiling tile Just follow my lead I love your hazel eyes I love your sweet replies You have a simple plan To make me smile Just follow my lead

What is life anyway? Is it a bridge between thoughts and emotions? Is it a reflection of brilliant and foolish notions? Is it a system that provides methods to find roots? Is it a map of many illusions and absolute truths? What is life anyway? Is it a gate to worlds that are not yet known? Is it a farm where ideas are planted and grown? Is it a tiny seed that blooms into a beautiful rose? Is it a time capsule of experiences that you chose?

[...] the "explosion" of Mexicans crossing the border without permission was entirely predictable. It was the inevitable consequence of of policies that slashed opportunities to migrate legally without addressing the forces pushing and pulling people across the line. People who had lived their lives across two countries legally and peacefully for decades were suddenly redefined as invaders and threats. The "Illegal immigrant" was thus invented in Washington, D.C., conjured out of contradiction.

But the portal was closing, getting smaller and smaller, and— A glowing, black figure filled it. Then another. Aidas and Apollion. Their power grabbed the edges of the portal and held it a little wider. Held it open a moment longer. And with what little strength he had left, Hunt threw a desperate, raging, blazing-hot rope of lightning toward Apollion. The only being on Midgard who could handle his power. Apollion caught it, in that humanoid form once more, and pulled. Aidas flared with black light, pushing back against the sealing portal, against Urd’s wishes. Hunt was close enough to see the princes’ strained faces, Apollion’s teeth flashing as he dragged Hunt by his lightning, inch by inch, closer and closer. Aidas was sweating, panting as he fought to keep the portal open— And then Ruhn was there. Starlight flaring. Pushing back against the impossible. Lidia was beside him, crackling with fire. Tharion. Holstrom. Flynn and Dec. A fire sprite, her small body bright with flame. Isaiah and Naomi. So many hands, so many powers, from almost every House. The friends they’d made were what mattered in the end. Not the enemies. Through love, all is possible. It was love that was holding the portal open.

Amava Aida desde sempre, o nosso encontro aconteceu na eternidade. Só assim eu entendo que não saiba contar bem como tudo começou. Porque os factos não são indício de nada e o verdadeiro indício está antes e depois de todos os indícios. Há a minha infância, há a morte da minha mãe, mas no que se passa em mim estou só eu. E é dessa solidão absoluta que o absurdo nasceu. Rapidamente ultrapassei os limites da plenitude de um encontro que se basta, de duas mãos que se prendem, de dois olhares que se fitam. Rapidamente me interroguei sobre quem estava atrás desse olhar e dessas mãos e quis chegar até lá... É tão difícil explicar. É tão difícil e tão alto e tão fora da nossa medida, que estremeço de loucura e as minhas palavras se atropelam. Mas isto existe, como é possível que seja um erro? Há um além para lá de ti, da pessoa que vejo e está aqui e que é a pessoa que és. Trago em mim o apelo absoluto da identidade absoluta, a exigência da comunhão verdadeira. Porque eu sou de mais para mim - e tu. Jamais te saberei? Jamais tocarei com as minhas mãos a chama que arde em ti? Estamos cheios de prodígio, não é estúpido que o ignoremos? Para lá de todas as portas há uma porta ainda, e essa é que é a porta da nossa morada...

I barely escaped Sarajevo in one piece Chetniks looked directly at my mother They were eager to kill us like mice She saw their evil eyes, as cold as ice They wanted to ensure our extinction They wanted to plan our demise But despite their ammunition We were strategic, clever, and wise Imagine being in a situation like that What would you do? What would you think? How would you deal with the intensity Of being afraid to even blink? Think about people that matter to you most What if they became like a distant ghost? What if all your friends, family, and favorite things Suddenly became birds with clipped wings?

I want more, I said, putting a hand to my stomach, which rides higher than most know. Closer to the heart. I want the jiang bing that vendor will make when she runs out of nut butter. I don't think she's arrogant. I think she's right. I want to sample jian bing from every cart in Beijing, and I want to taste what those kids are eating at home, what they don't teach in cookbooks at Le Cordon Bleu. There's so much out there--- Helplessly, I said, I haven't even told you how much I love foods wrapped in other foods. Then tell me. I tried. I tried. Banh xeo in Hanoi, I said, and duck folded in the translucent bing of northern China. I spoke of tacos in Mexico City: suadero, al pastor, gringas. South Indian dosas as long as my arm, thinner than a rib of a feather. Oh, Aida, I said when I fumbled the names of the chutneys. How can I know all I've ever want? Something will get left out. I was wrong about cilantro. Tlayudas, she said stubbornly, as if she hadn't heard. Blini. Crêpes. They're basically French jian bing, I said with a strangled laugh. Pita sandwiches. Pickle roll-ups. Calzone. Bossam! I yelled, and the dogs barked and the children cheered and the streets of old Milan rang with the imported memory of pork kissed by brine, earthy with Korean bean paste, safe in its bed of red leaf lettuce.

Where is Bryce?” hissed the Prince of the Chasm. “She went to find you.” Hunt’s voice broke. Beside him, Ruhn groaned, stirring. “She went to fucking find you, Aidas.” The Princes of Hel looked at each other, some wordless conversation passing between them. Hunt pushed, “You two told her to find you. Fed us all that bullshit about armies and wanting to help and getting her ready—” “Is it possible,” Aidas said to his brother, ignoring Hunt entirely, “after everything …?” “Don’t fall into romanticism,” Apollion cautioned. “The star might have guided her,” Aidas countered. “Please,” Hunt cut in, not caring if he was begging. “Tell me where she is.” Baxian grunted, rising to consciousness. Aidas said quietly, “I have a suspicion, but I can’t tell you, Athalar, lest Rigelus wring it from you. Though he has likely already arrived at the same conclusion.” “Fuck you,” Hunt spat. But Apollion said to his brother, “We must leave.” “Then what was the point of all this watching me from the shadows?” Hunt demanded. “To ensure that we can continue to rely on you when the time comes.” “To do what?” Hunt ground out. “What you were born to do—to accomplish the task for which your father brought you into existence,” Apollion said before fading into nothing, leaving Aidas standing alone before the prisoners. Shock reared up in Hunt, dampened by the weight of an old, unbidden hurt. “I have no father.” Aidas’s expression was sad as he stepped out of the shadows. “You spent too long asking the wrong questions.” “What the fuck does that mean?” Aidas shook his head. “The black crown once again circling your brow is not a new torment from the Asteri. It has existed for millennia.” “Tell me the fucking truth for once—” “Stay alive, Athalar.” The Prince of the Chasm followed his brother, vanishing into darkness and embers.

In 2011, a seventeen-year-old Israeli girl named Chen Aida Ayash was killed in a car accident. After her death, her parents asked for doctors to collect some eggs from her cadaver. They had to go to court to get permission, explaining to a judge that they wanted to fertilize Chen’s eggs, after which Chen’s aunt would bear them to term. After her own death, Chen would give her parents grandchildren.

Čovjek sebi daje tu slobodu da procjenjuje, sudi i prosuđuje,a najčešće presudi na svoju štetu kad u fazama iskušenja misli da je na gubitku i usmjerava sebe na taj način u spletku strahova, tuge, ljutnje koji ga udaljavaju od sebe, od drugih i od svakog dobra.

The three-finger salute was flashed by Serbs To signify their hatred and nationalistic pride They shot at us repeatedly until we died We cried over and over again, we couldn’t even hide

I shall sit here, vow to thee Sing a riddle, for it may be Of a time where conspiracy need not exist In the hidden blanket of a winter kiss

if perceptions are an experiment, then why do we always lament that a fool unkindly proclaimed our visible flaws? when did we start making these laws? for whom do we play this act and when did we introduce such a pact are we so hopelessly vain to see that we have nothing to gain we are just bystanders to our own lives our instincts urge us to take nosedives into the dimensions of our inner bliss where we do not have to hiss we seem to be thoroughly convinced that if we acted as ourselves, we would be minced when did living the truth become so ugly held prisoner by mental chains, our ego smugly i shall not honor this unspoken code i will not walk down the beaten road you may ridicule me, you may even condemn but you will not sew my hem!

I stand by the mothers of Srebrenica I know that Chetniks are a violent herd I think that the entire world should know that Serbs tried to ensure the truth was blurred

I stand by the mothers of Srebrenica I know that Chetniks are a violent herd I think that the entire world should know that Serbs tried to ensure the truth was blurred