Aja Quotes

Terkadang ada hal-hal yang pingin banget kita lupain tapi nggak bisa, Tar. Dalam kasus gue, bukan kadang lagi. Ada banyak banget hal yang pingin banget bisa gue lupain. Kadang juga, ada kenyataan-kenyataan yang pingin banget kita ingkarin. Tapi nggak bisa juga. Dalam kasus gue, lagi-lagi ada banyak banget kenyataan yang kalo aja bisa, pingin banget gue ingkarin. (Matahari Senja)

Rasa kehilangan itu wajar. Tapi percaya deh, semuanya akan baik-baik aja. Suatu hari, lo akan bangun dan nggak merasakan apa-apa. Semua beban dari masa lalu lo, rasa sedih ini, puff! hilang begitu saja. Dan saat itu, lo akan lebih ikhlas menjalani semuanya, karena lo udah menerima bahwa kenyataan nggak bisa diubah.

Mungkin aja lo pikir, anak-anak dari keluarga miskin itu menderita. Tapi siapa tahu, mereka justru lebih bahagia daripada kita karena mereka nggak terikat materi.

Aja gave Loor an up and down once-over. She then said, "Is Loor a man's name or a woman's name?" Ouch. Loor answered, "It is the name of a legendary hero on Zadaa. A woman." Really?" Aja said. "What did she do that was so heroic?" She killed her enemies and ate them.

I’m going to kill you, Aja! I’m going to kill you in your face!

Yah, lo jalan dulauan aja. Gue di belakang - Surya Nggak apa-apa? gue jalannya lambat - Cessa Nggak apa-apa. selambat apapun lo jalan, gue ikutin – Surya

Orang nggak bisa milih siapa bapaknya, ibunya, sukunya, warna kulitnya, jenis kelaminnya, bahkan kadang-kadang agamanya. Jadi konyol, kalau aku ngejauhi orang-orang gara-gara hal yang nggak bisa mereka pilih sendiri. Kayak orang bego aja.

Kamu juga selalu ngomong, you will never never know if you never never try. Kita nggak boleh menilai buku dari luarnya aja, kan?

Impian itu seperti sayap. Dia membawamu pergi ke berbagai tempat. Kurasa, mamamu sadar akan hal itu. Dia tahu, kalau dia mencegah mimpimu, itu sama aja dengan memotong sayap burung. Burung tersebut memang nggak akan lari, tapi burung tanpa sayap sudah bukan burung lagi. Dan manusia tanpa mimpi, sudah bukan manusia lagi.

Anggap aja kamu ikan lele. Bisa berkembang biak di septic tank. Dia hidup bahagia di tempat sampahnya.

Is Loor a man's name or a woman's name?" Aja, TRB. It is the name of a female warrior." Loor, TRB. What did she do that was so heroic?" Aja, TRB She killed her enemies and ate them." Loor, TRB.

Saya selalu mengira laki-laki seperti kamu pasti sering ngebullshit dengan mengucapkan kata cinta kepada siapa aja, bahwa kata itu tidak berarti untuk kamu, tidak seperti untuk saya.

Apabila Alang bertanya bagaimana untuk mengubat hati tadi, secara berbisik Aqmar menjawab... ubat hati ada lima caranya. Bunyinya macam senang aja, baca Al-Qur'an dengan memahami maknanya sekali. Selain itu mendirikan solat malam dan berkawan dengan orang soleh. Yang keempat dan kelima ialah puasa dan zikir yang berpanjangan.

If you want blood, come and get it. If you're here to fuck me, just name your place and position. Otherwise, get out.

Demi Tuhan, Dyt. Ada teknologi Facebook, Twitter, Foursquare. Gue aja bisa nemuin teman TK gue yang bahkan gue lupa namanya!

You will be so dead, dear Sister. Make telpon dari tadi kayak Kroasia ada di sebelah Jakarta aja. Huahahaha

Not for his people, not for the world he protected, but for himself. He wanted to matter. To her.

Masalahnya, kita tidak pernah dalam posisi mereka, kan? Tidak pernah dalam posisi orang-orang yang dicemburui. Percaya nggak, terkadang mending kita dalam posisi yang mencemburui dibanding sebaliknya. Kita aja yang nggak pernah tahu. Anyway, dengan nggak tahu, nggak mesti kita merasa kehidupan mereka lebih oke, kan?

It’s true that if friends can never count on you being there the next time they need you, the place they leave for you might be very small. That’s self-defense. If you abandon people—even if it’s not your fault—they will eventually get over you and find someone else. Good for them. But you’re an adult now, and you can build things as deep and as long-lasting as you want to. I wish you wouldn’t underestimate your ability to make people love you. - Aunt Aja

Bhinneka Reka Wasana Shama Aja (Reka: Ikhtiar; Wassana: Akhir).

I forgive myself for ingesting shame I did not choose but was fed anyway,” says Aja. “I may not yet be unashamed, but I am wholly unapologetic.

Mungkin dia anak alay," kata Leila. "Anak alay kalau bikin Facebook namanya suka dihias-hias. Mungkin aja namanya Edyta Chayyankdiiaaclaaluu Muachmuach." Aku mengernyitkan alis dan menatap Facebook Leila. Namanya: Miss Leila MostBeautifulStewardessInTheWorld

Love cannot be stolen. It can only be given. And it always takes two to make it happen. -- Mama Bear

How do we know the brilliance of Light if there is no Darkness to remind us? How do we thrive in the night without the sunrise to warm us?

For me, every soul has something to give, something to teach us, and it's our responsibility -- no, privilege -- to give what we can, to love when we can. -- Inanna Sharru-kinu

Kamu itu sekali-kali coba belajar untuk nggak perlu mikirin apa yang orang lain pikir tentang kamu. Karena mereka belum tentu berpikir kayak apa yang kamu pikirin. Nambah-nambah beban pikiran kamu aja. Dewangga

You have what she needs," he said again. "And you're capable of giving her more than she'd ever bargained for because you love her. Wether she wants it or not, it's your gift to her. True love requires no reciprocation. True love is unconditional.

I'm crazy and isn't that beautiful.

Who are we truly? The one we are born or the one we are made? Where does our path lead? The one with footprints behind us or the one that Destiny laid?

Mungkin kita harus lebih bijak aja dalam menyadari bahwa Kadang orang yang benar-benar kita inginkan itu belum tentu yang terbaik buat kita

Kamu jangan mau ngelepasin kebahagiaan kamu cuma demi setuju-setuju aja sama apa yang orang lain bilang 'baik' buat kamu. Padahal yang baik buat mereka, belum tentu baik buat kamu.

Pain is transitory despite its depths. Hate eventually eats itself into a hollow void. Sadness can last only as long as life itself. But love, love extends beyound reason and time. -- Excerpt from the Lost Chapters of the Ecliptic Scrolls

Cobalah mengerti dan memahami dirimu sendiri aja dulu. Kalau kamu nggak berdamai dengan diri sendiri kamu nggak bakal bisa berdamai dengan orang lain. Kalau orang lain bersikap tidak seperti apa yang kamu mau, mereka tidak butuh alasan sama sekali. Mereka melakukan apa yang mereka anggap baik. Dan kamu tidak bisa menuntut orang lain untuk memberimu prioritas, selama kamu juga tidak menganggap mereka penting.

So tell me, why kill passions with zoladone?” I glance at Aja’s razor. “Makes life’s flow a bit smoother.” “Poor little man,” she mocks. “Life is meant to be felt. Else why live? Valleys make the mountains.

Please," he begged, though he knew not for what. He'd never asked anything of anyone. Never put himself in such a vulnerable position. But he had no pride at this moment. He was utterly slain by her gentleness.

How do I please you," he whispered, embarrassed by his own deplorable lack of knowledge and skill.

Involuntarily, Valarius felt a stab of envy, but he tamped it down. He had no right to feel possessiveness toward her. He was nothing, and she, she was everything.

You will take me," he said resolutely. "You will accept me into your body.

Diamonds aren’t forever. Diamond engagement rings have only been a “necessary luxury” for about eighty years. We take the tradition of a diamond engagement ring for granted, as if it were as old as marriage itself. It’s not. In fact, it’s only about as old as the microwave oven.

I didn’t care if we never consummated our union as long as you could be with me forever. One moment with you is far more precious than a lifetime with anyone else. I died when you did. Inside. I died…

Battered and bloody, we join Cassius, Lysander, and Sevro before the door leading out of the Sovereign's inner sanctum as Cassius types in the Olympic code to open the doors. He pauses to sniff the air. 'What's that smell?' 'Smells like a sewer,' I say. Sevro stares intensely at the razors he's taken from Aja, including the one belonging to Lorn. 'I think it smells like victory.' 'Did you shit your pants?' Cassius squints at him. 'You did.' 'Sevro...' Mustang says. 'It's an involuntary muscle reaction when you're fake executed and swallow massive amounts ofhaemanthus oil,' Sevro snaps. 'You think I would do that on purpose?' Cassius and I look at each other. I shrug. 'Well, maybe.' 'Yeah, actually.' He flips us the crux and makes a face, twisting his lips till it looks like he's going to explode. 'What's happening?' I ask. 'Are you... still...' 'No!

Keyakinan kecil yang baru aja lo sebut itu seperti nyala sebuah lilin dalam gelap, Tar.... Mungkin memang nggak bisa melihat semua, tapi setidaknya lilin itu yang akan menuntun lo mencari jalan keluar.... Pegang aja nyala keyakinan yang ada itu dalam hati dan pikiran lo. Semoga itu yang akan membuat banyak hal leleh dengan api keyakinan yang lo punya.

Here I am alone in a house full of people.

If only time could just slow down long enough for me to catch up....

Mencoba untuk melupain seseorang itu sama aja kamu mengingat sesorang yang belum kamu kenal, semuanya sia2 dan sangat melelahkan” - Paris

Lo nggak mesti tau dan mempertanyakan semuanya, Nin! Bikin capek aja. Ada yang lebih baik dibiarkan menjadi rahasia, Nin. Jalanin aja, biarkan mengalir

Dia adek yang paling gue sayang, yang kalau misalnya gue denger petir gede aja akan gue telepon buat nanya apa dia baik-baik aja.

*coba deh meriksa tumit lo (sekalian naik ke dengkul) kale aja otak lo nyasar ke situ bhahahaha*

Poetry alone cannot change the material conditions of an unjust society, but I challenge anyone to name a substantive freedom movement that does not have poetry.” @aja_monet

Hubungan yang udah retak mau diperbaiki sebaik apapun tetap aja nggak akan sama kayak dulu lagi. Ibarat guci udah pecah mau dilem pake lem semahal apapun tetap aja kelihatan retaknya.

Tar, jangan lupa... usaha yang terbaik selalu ada aja ganjarannya. Gue yakin, akan banyak jalan yang terbuka ketika nanti lo teguh akan niat lo. Jumlah 54 juta adalah besar bagi kita, tapi di mata Dia? Ini masalah sepele, semudah lo membuka dan menutup mata. Jadi jangan lupa, berdoa yang sama kerasnya dengan usaha yang akan lo lakukan....

I think that's what happens when you love people more, or more people. In here gets bigger.' Daniel tapped his hand on his own bullish chest. 'But out there has to get a little smaller,' he said, sweeping his hand around the room.

Just as surely as he loved her with all his being, he faced and accepted a second irrefutable truth: With this joining, with the surrender of his life force into the female he loved, he had entered his Decline.  Valerius had begun to die.

from Pure Healing Just because I can't throw away my virginity at the closest dick on hand doesn't mean I can't date

They’d chosen each other for the reason most people chose each other: to get closer to some quality they didn’t naturally possess.

He would do what he had to do. He would do everything in his power to protect those he loved. As long as he could live with his conscience afterwards. -- Gabriel D'Angelo

released the breath he didn’t realize he was holding

Her mom always encouraged her to ask for things. Tell the truth. Ask permission. Unless you have to do something you know is right and can’t wait for permission. Then ask for forgiveness. But always be true to yourself and be honest with your feelings. No point beating around the bush when life is short.

She resigned herself to occupying the two ends of a wild oscillation...the raw, hungry desire to experience an inexplicable love, and the melancholic knowledge that she might never get to.

Pram, cinta itu jorok.... Dia ada di mana aja, nggak kenal tempat. Temuin pilihan gue tadi deh, siapa tahu cocok. Buka mata, buka hati... rasain di sini," kata Oki sambil menaruh telapak tangan kanannya di dada, kemudian melambaikan tangannya pada Oki.

Battle often made vampires sexually aroused. And Ana was a full-blooded female warrior. Blood, sex and war were her specialty. Vampires likely invented the words “bloodlust” and “bloodthirsty.

Like a constantly rolling sphere, the Cycle of Life did not necessarily follow a straight line; it could curve into a better, brighter Path or a darker, bleaker Path, based on the force of choices made.

Nggak ada rasa yang cuma satu. Di balik benci pasti ada cinta, di balik cuek pasti ada sayang, masa di balik pahit aja nggak bisa ada rasa manis? Makanya, kamu harus tahu cara menikmatinya dulu. Hidup juga sama kayak kopi, kerasa pahit kalau nggak tahu cara menikmatinya.

What is Fate but pearls of choices strung together? What is Destiny but a path we walk on our own free will? Remember, Dark Ones, that nothing is written in the fabric of time until you decide where, when and what shall be the first verse. -- Excerpt from the Lost Chapters of the Ecliptic Scrolls

This is who you are—the man I love.” A shuddering sigh filled his chest as he opened his lips beneath hers, simply breathing her in. Love me, he invited. Even though I don’t deserve it. Even though I’m afraid to accept it. I can’t stop myself from wanting it with every piece of my blackened soul. -Eli & Clara

If love was magic you wouldn't be amazed, you much rather look at reality in a daze. see love is merely a four letter phrase, It's here It's there it may never change. For love is a verb an action, a zing, It is never a person place or thing.

What is Fate but pearls of choices strung together? What is Destiny but a path we walk on of our own free will? Remember, Dark Ones, that nothing is written in the fabric of time until you decide where, when and what shall be the first verse.

He was wearing sunglasses despite the descending dark, but she could recognize him by his long, smooth strides from a mile away, the way his wide shoulders moved in sync with his narrow hips and tight ass. Meow. He could strut her catwalk any time.

Love is inexact, Henry said. It is not a science. It is barely a noun. It means one thing to one person, and one thing to another. It means one thing to one person at one point and then something else at another point. It doesn’t make sense. We are gathered here today to not make sense. We are gathered here today to listen to the ineffable. I’m supposed to be explaining it, but I can’t explain it. I love you, it’s a mystery. Because it’s a mystery, we have to take care of it. Feed it. It can go missing, but we can’t tie it up. We can only tie it to someone else. Other people. Then the world is like this: full of the geometry of my rope tied to you, and to you, and yours tied to him, and to her, and hers to someone else. I love you, it’s a mystery. A moment of silence.

Había pasado por la vida en un estado de oposición y exasperación, ofendiendo y siendo ofendido sin motivo ni escrúpulos.

Who knew 'forever' could end in one moment? I didn't, till you left.

Why'd you go? I wanted you to stay. I was screaming yet you never heard me, and then, you left.

Real, it turns out, is just as flexible a concept as value.

What I’m saying is if I thought about all the ways I could be unhappy, I’d be . . . unhappy. Not to mention exhausted.

Whether she wants it or not, it’s your gift to give her. True love requires no reciprocation. True love is unconditional.

What is written cannot be unwritten, what is said cannot be unsaid. What is remembered can be a vision; Fate can be unwoven by pulling a single thread.

The past is written but incomplete, each story a footprint amongst countless feet. The truth is revealed but only a grain, a speck of sand amongst a vast desert plain.

trapezoids

After all, if I pass, I’ll have financial accounting to look forward to.  Isn’t that punishment enough?

His compulsive precision made him an exceptional lover and a disastrous mate, an outstanding musician and an exhausting friend.

It occurred to Jana perhaps for the first time why men loved Brit—why people loved Brit: she was able, in a way that most people weren’t, to give and receive goodwill. In Jana’s whole life, she could not recall ever having been hugged like this. This one was all-encompassing compassion.

But no matter how hard she listened, all she heard was that voice. It was what the ocean would sound like if it were male and awakening from a satisfying slumber after a night of mind-blowing sex.

When I think about colonialism in the fashion industry...they literally are taking our resources from our lands, selling it back to us and burying garbage next to us; it's colonialism at its finest.

Gemstones are, in fact, just colorful gravel. They’re just rocks that we’ve given special names. True jewels are things that are beautiful and scarce. We want them because few others can possess them. We want them even more if they are from some very faraway, exotic place. Their value is, and always has been, 90 percent imaginary.

Itu sama aja kayak iklan-iklan kartu prabayar handphone di tivi. Banyak provider yang nawarin SMS gratislah, telpon gratislah, tapi ujung-ujungnya tetap aja kita harus bayar. Kalo ada yang bener-bener gratis pun layanannya bisa dipastiin ngejengkelin banget. Yang sering trouble-lah, gak ada jaringanlah. Atau, kalo gak, gratisnya pada jam-jam drakula keluyuran gitu: mulai jam satu malam sampe jam lima subuh. Emangnya mau telepon-teleponan sama kuntilanak?

Henry did understand how they had become responsible for each other's well-being, each other's livelihood. When you were on your own, in whatever career, whatever you did affected only your own job. But with the quartet, they had to share a goal, distribute the dream between them, and trust that each of them had an appropriate sense of commitment. The commitment had a way of bleeding into their lives off stage, as well. There were so many ways to betray each other.

And when I think about it now, I don't feel bad. I don't feel bad at all. I feel nostalgic for that way of thinking. Not for the actual life. I'm just saying, it's okay to long for a different life. It doesn't mean you actually want it.

Being with her, next to her, inside her, it was like having the power to never be erased or lost or missing, though that had happened in life, erasure, and would continue to happen. But with her, no part of his past or her past went unknown.

Every story has more than one side, like a crystal that captures and reflects different colors of light. Do not take for granted what you think you know, for until you hold the entire jewel in your palm, the temptation is to fall prey to illusion and deception.

The women were beautiful, but they hadn’t been attractive. Not to Devlin, anyway. Grace Darling was attractive, not beautiful. But apparently, at this juncture of Devlin’s accumulated experience, Grace was the only female who attracted him. That made her special. Unique.

When he thought of this night, he always thought of Brit's sleeping body next to his awake one, always went back there, felt her heat, and wished with each recall that he'd chosen not to leave but to stay, to remain in that moment, to honor it as it constellated all their shared moments that came before it: that he'd waited, that he'd believed that from that single moment something remarkable could happen.

Pasangan yang 'saling mengisi', misalnya pribadi atau kebiasaan cowoknya bertolak belakang sama ceweknya. Ada juga cewek yang suka cowok yang berasal dari dunia pergaulan yang beda sama dirinya. Itu karena, disadari atau enggak, dia punya obsesi terpendam yang enggak bisa dia lakuin sendiri, dan dia temukan itu di orang lain. Jadi, seolah-olah dia bisa melihat obsesinya itu terwujud lewat pasangannya. Tetap aja mengacu pada dirinya sendiri, 'kan? Itu cara kita berkilah dari pengakuan bahwa kita enggak berhasil menciptakan obsesi itu sendiri.

But he couldn't even see that he got from the quartet whatever other people got from their partners. Consistency, obligation, nonverbal understanding and misunderstanding - a deformed, ugly-pretty kind of love, knowledge that what was there wouldn't change, for better or worse.

In Darkness and Light, in Life and Death Two souls will join to share One Path With heart and mind, and every breath You become each other’s present and past What the future holds only the Goddess can see Paved by the choices you both shall make Step by step toward your Destiny In Bond Eternal that none shall break

Exponía una cantidad extraordinaria de conocimientos pésimamente asimilados.

It is said that you are a New Yorker the moment you remember the way New York used to be. This miraculous place lives to obliterate its history. It is history as fashion. Trend. Moments. Moments lost and... overwritten. You have to hunt the past in NY. Not like Prague. Budapest. Krakow. Paris. Istanbul. These places wear their pasts with honor over their hearts. A woman. Not a girl. New York... is youth. Always trying on new masks, new faces.

TIDY UP YOUR WORKSPACE BEFORE YOU CALL IT A DAY. When you go to an office, you can leave your messy home, well, at home. Not so for remote workers. And this is a problem, because working in a messy space zaps your concentration. Research shows clutter can trigger the release of cortisol (the stress hormone). Messy homes are also linked to increased procrastination. Before you clock out each night, spend five minutes putting things away, organizing your papers, and removing dirty glasses. You’ll appreciate your efforts when you sit down to your desk the next morning.

long legs stretched before him, elbows on his slightly bent knees, he was eye level with a thumb-sucking little girl with what looked to be a disproportionately large head atop a bone-thin body.  She popped her thumb out of her mouth with a wet noise and held both arms toward him expectantly.  Valerius stared at her motionlessly, uncertain what he should do. She tilted her head sideways as if in thought, then seemed to make a decision.  If the mountain wouldn’t come to her, she was going to take herself to the mountain.  She waddled bravely between the warrior’s spread legs and crawled unceremoniously into his lap.  She grabbed one of his forearms with both little hands, surprisingly strong in their sticky grip, yanking a few of his hairs in the process, and pulled his arm around to hold her securely in his lap, where she wriggled around to find a comfortable position and promptly stuck a thumb back into her mouth.

Don't take a bath" Jana said, and they cracked up. It was an inside joke. They'd been coached once by Jacob Liedel, the aging emeritus director of the conservatory, who sat with his saggy skin and liver spots in a chair inexplicably on the other side of the room, and shouted at them the whole time. He barely let them get through a phrase before waving his hands, interrupting them, correcting them. Brit admired his old-school edge, but she knew Jana found it upsetting, and the louder he yelled, the more strained her bow arm became, until Jacob finally yelled, "Don't take a bath!" and Jana stopped playing and said, "What?" Jacob repeated "Don't take a bath there. With that phrase." None of them asked him what he meant, but he said it two, three more times during the coaching session; afterward, at dinner, the four of them sitting in a tired silence, Henry said, "What's taking a bath mean?" and Jana and Brit laughed so hard they cried into their cheese fries and slid under the booth. Now and again they still said it to each other with no consistency of context.

When they got to the table, it was easy to recognize some of the dishes just from their pictures in the book. Skillet Broken Lasagna, which smelled of garlic and bright tomato; Fluffy Popovers with Melted Brie and Blackberry Jam (she started eating that the minute she picked it up and could have cried at the sweet, creamy-cheesy contrast to the crisp browned dough). There were also the two versions of the coconut rice, of course, and Trista had placed them next to the platter of gorgeously browned crispy baked chicken with a glass bowl of hot honey, specked with red pepper flakes, next to it, and in front of the beautifully grilled shrimp with serrano brown sugar sauce. Every dish was worthy of an Instagram picture. Which made sense, since Trista had, as Aja had pointed out, done quite a lot of food porn postings. There was also Cool Ranch Taco Salad on the table, which Margo had been tempted to make but, as with the shrimp dish, given that she had been ready to bail on the idea of coming right up to the last second, had thought better of, lest she have taco salad for ten that needed to be eaten in two days. Not that she couldn't have finished all the Doritos that went on top that quickly. But there hadn't been a Dorito in her house since college, and she kind of thought it ought to be a cause for celebration when she finally brought them back over the threshold of Calvin's ex-house. The Deviled Eggs were there too, thank goodness, and tons of them. They were creamy and crunchy and savory, sweet and- thanks to an unexpected pocket of jalapeño- hot, all at the same time. Classic party food. Classic church potluck food too. Whoever made those knew that deviled eggs were almost as compulsively delicious as potato chips with French onion dip. And, arguably, more healthful. Depending on which poison you were okay with and which you were trying to avoid. There was a gorgeous galaxy-colored ceramic plate of balsamic-glazed brussels sprouts, with, from what Margo remembered of the recipe, crispy bacon crumbles, sour cranberries, walnuts, and blue cheese, which was- Margo tasted it with hope and was not disappointed- creamy Gorgonzola Dolce.