Ak Quotes

Break my heart? Is that what you just said? I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open.

Gotta protect the little dudes. I tried an AK-47, but it wouldn't fit under my seat. I like the Uzi better, anyway. It looks better with the dress. The AK seems too casual to me.

You're about as delicate as an AK-47.

He held up the AK-47, the muscles in his arm bunching against the weight. “This is an assault rifle.” Then held up the handgun. “This is a semi-automatic pistol.” Then he gave a little thrust of his hips and looked down at his penis. “That is my gun. As you’ve discovered, it’s pumpaction like a shotgun , but it doesn’t fire bullets.

There is no greater power than the one others do not believe you possess.

If this was a movie, she’d be the young, ambitious teacher who shows up at the inner city school and inspires the fuckups, and suddenly everyone’s putting down their AKs and picking up their pencils, and the end credits scroll up to announce how all the kids got into Harvard or some shit. Instant Oscar for Hilary Swank.

Here's another test. Of any activity you do, aks yourself: If I were the last person on earth, would I still do it?

An AK-47 in a white hand has more rights than a Black kid with Skittles.

I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open. So fuck you and your fucking talk because nothing short of a miracle could take back the last nine months of hell you put me through!" - Paul Hudson

Ak, tas nav ticēt, tas nav - cerēt. Cik skaisti ir tā - nepiederēt! Nekam, nekur. Kā palags linu es lēni sevi izbalinu.

Poor are those who have eyes but cannot see... ☥

We know about bad guys, what they do, and often, who they are. The politicians have chosen to send us into battle, and that's our trade. We do what's necessary. And in my view, once those politicians have elected to send us out to do what 99.9 percent of the country would be terrified to undertake, they should get the hell out of the way and stay there. This entire business of modern war crimes, as identified by the liberal wings of politics and the media, began in Iraq and has been running downhill ever since. Everyone's got to have his little hands in it, blathering on about the public's right to know. Well, the view of most Navy SEALs, the public does not have that right to know, not if it means placing our lives in unnecessary peril because someone in Washington is driving himself mad worrying about the human rights of some cold-hearted terrorist fanatic who would kill us as soon as look at us, as well as any other American at whom he could point that wonky old AK of his.

Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted.

You don't get to judge me," I whisper. "I didn't ask for any of this!" "No one ever aks, but you're here. You're here when so many people aren't!

Light and Darkness. One cannot exist without the other. There is no true Master, without the power of balance. ☥

She told him the plan. It was loud and dumb and very likely to hurt, so, of course, he agreed.

Keep shooting. It helps the model's confidence. Flashing strobes are like applause.

No hard feelings, you piece of shit.

It is safer to face a strong enemy in the field of battle, than to fight a war by the side of a weak friend.

Ak, visa, ką davei, trokštu išgyventi, kiekvieną daiktą ir pojūtį - visą save ir pasaulį - kol ateis mirtis, kol ateis kita.

We establish no religion in this country, we command no worship, we mandate no belief. Nor will we ever. Church and state are, and must remain, separate." -- Ronald Reagan "I do not believe in taking away the right of the citizen for sporting, for hunting and so forth, or for home defense. But I do believe that an AK-47, a machine gun, is not a sporting weapon or needed for defense of a home.” -- Ronald Reagan

A woman with an extraordinary oral fixation is a rarity, a blessing, a righteous investment.

Gunfire doesn’t startle real Texans, particularly those from rural towns. Miranda’s children mastered pistols, shotguns, and rifles like magicians master top hats, rabbits, and playing cards. Texas bravado aside, however, fully automatic gunfire wasn’t kosher. Not even close. Mirandites cowered at the ominous sounds of hoodlums firing M-16s and AK-47s from train cars barreling through the town’s arteries on largely secluded tracks. 

Nothing in this world has earned the power to frighten you, Csorwe,” he said. “You have looked your foretold death in the face and turned from it in defiance. Nothing in this world or any other deserves your fear.

And when they asked us where we were from, we exchanged glances and smiled with the shyness of child brides. They said, Africa? We nodded yes. What part of Africa? We smiled. Is it that part where vultures wait for famished children to die? We smiled. Where the life expectancy is thirty-five years? We smiled? Is is there where dissidents shove AK-47s between women's legs? We smiled. Where people run about naked? We smiled. That part where they massacred each other? We smiled. Is it where the old president rigged the election and people were tortured and killed and a whole bunch of them put in prison and all, there where they are dying of cholera - oh my God, yes, we've seen your country; it's been on the news.

If you choose to crawl, so be it. If you choose to stroll, so be it. If you choose to fly, so be it. WHENEVER YOU MAKE A CONSCIOUS CHOICE, YOU KNOCK! (..Knock, and the door will be opened to you.) ~ UNIVERSE LOVES YOU & SO DO I ❤ #StardustAK ❤

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Words are more dangerous than swords and guns. They reach further and hurt deeper.

Humans are naturally scared and confused beings. They not only fear the unknown, as they live fearing themselves... ☥

Predator and prey move in silent gestures, on the seductive dance of death, in the shadows cast by the vultures of the night. ☥

To face a real daemon, you must first look inwards and conquer your own darkness. ☥

When fully united, without ego or weakness, we become the greatest invisible force this world has ever witnessed.

He knew the sound of an AK-47. It made a high-pitched, more mechanical crack than the American rifle, the M16, which made a deeper, rounder sort of pop.

How does a mentally challenged eighteen-year-old obtain an AK 47 and a Lugar? We don’t need to disarm America to prevent school shootings. We need only common sense.

I had no answer to those questions, only hope. With absolutely no one to turn to, no Mikey, no Axe, no Danny, I have to face the final battle by myself, maybe lonely, maybe desolate, maybe against formidable odds. But I was not giving up. I had only one Teammate. And He moved, as ever, in mysterious ways. But I was a Christian, and He had somehow saved me from a thousand AK-47 bullets on that day. No one had shot me, which was well nigh beyond all comprehension.

Just like a man to suggest the most obvious thing in the world as though it might be revelation to a woman’s cottony mind. When it seems to me all the most obvious things in the world must be done by women, or else they wouldn’t get done.

Kertenkele sızıyor taşa. Aykırı kentten, aykırı alandan uzun bir özlem kalıyor insana. Ak giysileri ile sessiz göçmenler, aksak iskemlelerle umulmadık bir satranç kuruyorlar. Gözleri uzak kadar uçuk.

The deepest of powers are often the most subtle. Something that most fail to realize... ☥

Did you ever face Death and let it stare back at you right in the Eyes? ☥

My life’s work,” said Damien, lips curling at the corners and thin, black brows narrowing. “It is finally complete.” He was twenty-seven.

Life is a chance at Evolution. Overcome yourself and Become. ☥

AK pulled me back closer. “I fucking like you, Red,” he said hoarsely. My eyes closed at those words, and I shook my head. “Why? How could you like someone like me?” A pressed a single kiss to each of my closed eyes. When I opened them, he said, “Because you understand.

Wag mapagod mahalin ang mga taong mahal ka. Malay mo, sa bandang huli, mas okey pala ang ending.

Sometimes the dim veil between sanity and insanity is perception.

Humans spend more time finding ways to fight and criticize who they consider a threat than actually learning how to overcome that threat.

The night is Ours. Rejoicing in the ethereal realms where We are kings. Blessed souls of forgotten immortality. They fear Us in every grasp.

Words are sigils that can hide the coded language of your Soul. ☥

In darkness lies a mystery that has the power to shine brighter than true light. ☥

An evolved and balanced Ego can be a valuable tool for the Self. But a blinding one is always among the first footsteps into Oblivion. ☥

The hidden mist of forgotten truth is not for the mundane eye to see... ☥

Most people you have known or will ever know will look upon you with utter disdain. Why? The strength of your spirit unnerves their fiends.

Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.

When looking for the path to peace one comes to realize that peace is the path." Peace can only be achieved by letting go of the past and accepting what is. But one can only do that if he practices forgiveness. ~ UNIVERSE LOVES YOU & SO DO I ❤ #StardustAK ❤

Zaten, bir zamanlar bana ak sakallı meşenin anlattığına göre, adına savaş denen şey, yeryüzünün herhangi bir noktasında başlayıp herhangi bir noktasında bitmezdi. Her şey gibi, o da insanda başlayıp insanda biterdi. Bu yüzden, cepheler falanca dağda ya da falanca ovada değildi. Cepheler, bütün acımasızlıklarıyla insanoğlunun içindeydi. Toprağı titrete titrete yürüyen tanklar, art arda gümbürdeyen toplar ve durup dinlenmeden kurşun kusan tüfekler insanoğlunun içindeydi. Hatta, henüz icat edilmemiş silahlar da insanoğlunun içindeydi. Yani, insan bir savaş alanıydı. Ceket, gömlek, pantolon ya da etek giymiş, kravat takmış, tıraş olmuş, kokular sürmüş bir savaş alanı. Gülümseyen bir savaş alanı. Öpen hatta, okşayan, konuşan, susan, çiçekler alıp çiçekler veren bir savaş alanı... Peki, bir barış bahçesi olamaz mıydı aynı insan? Şöyle, güllerin kuş cıvıltılarına, kuş cıvıltılarının güllere karıştığı, mutlu yüzlerle dolu rengârenk bir barış bahçesi?

Kapag punuan ang jeep at nagkataon na sinungaling ang driver sa pagsasabing "Lima pa, maluwag na maluwag pa yan", merong bagong sakay na pasahero ang bigla nalang tutuwad sa harap mo, sa pag-aakalang uusog ka, upang siya'y makaupo. Napaka awkward ng feeling, habang pinagmamasdan mo siya sa ganun posisyon pero wala ka namang magawa dahil puno na nga ang upuan. Doon mo nalaman kung anong feeling ng isang arinola.

Love today for...tomorrow never comes

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Wala nang mas sasarap pa, kaysa sa umuwi ng bahay, kung saan naghihintay ang isang mapagmahal na misis at mangkok ng tinola.

Knowledge is a sacred gem that must be conquered,wielded and empowered. To access such gnosis is not a right,but a privilege of the evolved.

We live in Secret. We live in Silence. And we live Forever...

No matter how hard you try, after the Day there will always be a Night...

He who does not cherish life, does not deserve to be among the living. ☥

The power of faith can be a strong force, but the power of knowing is even stronger. ☥

Truth is not a right to be claimed, but a gift for those who are able to conquer it. ☥

You may think you're not blind, but can you see in the dark? ☥

Do not judge others, without first judging yourself. There is no strength without knowing thyself. ☥

Beautiful sunrise in the far away mountains, painting the wide horizon with vibrant warm colors, among the chill from the morning breeze. ☥

Sethennai had put on some kind of rosewater scent and worn his collar unbuttoned. Tal hadn’t retained much information.

America has always been the home of the brave, but it has never been the land of the free.

A great writer is a blitzed illusionist of portable magic. You're welcome.

Holy gods,” she whispered. “Infernal darkness,” he corrected,

Really ‘freedom’ means ‘money’, and if anyone tells you otherwise it’s a good bet they’ve plenty of both already.

I don't believe in writers' block. Do doctors have 'doctors block?' Do plumbers have 'plumbers' block?" No. We all have days when we don't feel like working, but why do writers turn that into something so damn special by giving it a faintly romantic name.

I thought of Maddie and my chest swelled with pride. “She understands me. She understands what I gotta do. She’s stronger than she looks. She can take it.” My finger traced over a knot in the tabletop. “She knows who I am… both sides of me. She’s plenty strong enough.” AK shook his head and huffed out a laugh. “That she fucking is, brother. A fucking pint-sized warrior.

Give him Bigfoot with an AK-47, a room full of sugar-induced five-year-olds, or any supermodel on the circuit in a little black dress playing a private game of cops and robbers with his fly, and he’d be fine. Wouldn’t break a sweat. But, put him within fifty feet of Maddie Freemont? He turned into a tongue-tied, forgot-his-own-name, card-carrying member of the idiot brigade.

Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head; And a shout ascends on high, For men's souls are tired of the Turks, And their wicked ways and works, That have made of Ak-Hissar A city of the plague; And the loud, exultant cry That echoes wide and far Is: "Long live Scanderbeg!

Lan, through her stories, was also traveling in a spiral. As I listened, there would be moments when the story would change-- not much, just a minuscule detail, the time of day, the color of someone's shirt, two air raids instead of three, an AK-47 instead of a 9mm, the daughter laughing, not crying. Shifts in narrative would occur-- the past never a fixed and dormant landscape but one that is re-seen. Whether we want to or not, we are traveling in a spiral, we are creating something new from what is gone.

Did you hear that?” Amma’s sharp whisper cut into Damien’s mind as it began to drift into sleep. He groaned. “You mean that terrifying cry that sounded like a woman being gutted?” “Yes!” “No, I didn’t. Go to sleep.

However, the real beauty is not in the words themselves, but in the listener that has the power to understand them.

When I look into your eyes, I'm curious to know what you see?

That’s a lie. If my life were a fairy tale my prince charming wouldn’t be eye fucking my other prince charming right now.

Perception is the illusion that gives all matter mass," The Flight of the Eagle A.K. Luthienne

Dare to reclaim your destiny...

Damien gave her a look, one he feared was more adoring than he would have liked to let on.

Oh, sweet cherry tree- how lovely your blossoms are. Spring brings joy to life.

After researching, reviewing, considering, and contemplating with continued attention; I have concluded that the beast is among us.

Damien had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Surely, I don’t look like that.” “It’s close,” she warned, features relaxing. “You have resting villain face.” “I am a villain.” And then Amma, the girl he had abducted, dragged across the realm, and threatened to murder, actually rolled her eyes at him.

So you were checking up on me?" I aks "No," Noah says. He puts a faux-shocked look on his face, then turns back to his magazine, pretending to be engrossed. I take the magazine our of his hand and toss it back onto the table. "That's good," I say, "That you weren't checking up on me. Because I'm totally fine." "I know." He shrugs. "And I don't need to be checked up on." "Definitely not." "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." "Perfectly." "So we agree." "Yup." "So then where are you clothes?" "What?" "Your clothes," I say. "Where are your clothes? You came to the Laundromat so you must have some clothes." I fold my arms across my chest and wait, "Oh, my clothes," he says, giving me an easy grin. "I didn't come here to do laundry." "Oh, really?" I say. "The what were you here to do?" "I was here," he says, rolling his eyes like it should be obvious, "so I could go across the street to Cooley's and check my schedule for the week." "And you just happened to see me coming into the Laundromat?" "Exactly,

But no longer could I aks God what to do, since the answer, I was sure, would not suit me. I could do what suited me know, as long as I could pay for it. 'As long as I could pay for it.' That phrase soon became the tail that wagged my dog. If I had died then, it should have been my epigraph.

Se nu er jeg borte fra byens larm og trængsel og aviser og mennesker, jeg er flygtet fra det altsammen fordi det igjen kaldte på mig fra landet og ensomheten hvor jeg er fra. Du skal se det kommer til å gå godt! Tænker jeg og har atter det bedste håp. Ak jeg har gjort en slik flugt før og er atter vendt tilbake til byen. Og atter flyktet.

Our guns go from safe to single shot to full auto, which is nice and linear and logical, but they (Russians) knew that would mean ninety-nine times in a hundred their guys would panic and ram the selector all the way home, and thereby fire off a whole magazine on the first hasty and unaimed shot. Which would leave them with an empty weapon right at the start of a firefight. Which is not helpful. So the AK selector goes safe, then full auto, then single shot. Not linear, not logical, but certainly practical. Single shot is a kind of default setting, and full auto is a deliberate choice.

To become an Asetian is to die and be reborn. To forget all you have learned and learn all you have forgotten. ☥

It's not the sex that gives you pleasure, it's the lover. For the remainder of my life, I plan to give this woman as much as she can handle, and then some. Often. Repeatedly.

The image is an example of how horror writers view our world. A view that is far from the norm. Their writing always seeking that visceral fear in us all.

I am lost on a sea of hunger, blue and black and heaving and full five fathoms deep below and rarely, rarely do I feel anything besides hungry, rarely, rarely does a jolt of feeling or emotion pierce the hide of my hunger, and never, never have I been able to live the life God presumably gave me to live, to dance and think and remember and kiss, no, all my life I have stood at the threshold of my life waiting to be let in

You want self-knowledge? You should come to America. Just as the Mahatma had to go to jail and sit behind bars to write his autobiography. Or Nehru had to go to England to discover India. Things are clear only when looked at from a distance.

There she went, saying his name again. The first time it had been on her tongue, she’d been sobbing, but even then it felt too visceral, too intimate, and shortly after she had repeated it as a soft plea, and that had—well, fuck, it had done a number of things to him, none of which he cared to think on too long. Very few called him by his given name, but even now as she chastised him, it was like she were whispering it directly into his chest, making the muscles there tighten around her voice and hold it still so it couldn’t escape.

We went back for a few days to work with the Marines when they took down a hospital north of the city on the river. The insurgents were using the hospital as a gathering point. As the Marines came in, a teenager, I’d guess about fifteen, sixteen, appeared on the street and squared up with an AK-47 to fire at them. I dropped him. A minute or two later, an Iraqi woman came running up, saw him on the ground, and tore off her clothes. She was obviously his mother. I’d see the families of the insurgents display their grief, tear off clothes, even rub the blood on themselves. If you loved them, I thought, you should have kept them away from the war. You should have kept them from joining the insurgency. You let them try and kill us—what did you think would happen to them?

Son, we are all products of operant conditioning. By daring to think outside the box, you'll be judged. Stay the course. Heightened cognizance is meaningful only when freely sought out and discovered. Not when it is incrementally spoon-fed to you throughout your lifetime.

Before I even had the chance to try, a current of energy washed through me, pulling a gasp from my lips. Strength and familiarity tripled through the air between us. The powerful sensation swarmed over me like a thousand little teeth nibbling on my skin, and shook me to the core.