Aloha Quotes

When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.

One day soon, you’ll hear a car pull up to your curb, an engine cut out. You’ll hear footsteps coming up your front walk. Like they did for Edward Wayne Edwards, twenty-nine years after he killed Timothy Hack and Kelly Drew, in Sullivan, Wisconsin. Like they did for Kenneth Lee Hicks, thirty years after he killed Lori Billingsley, in Aloha, Oregon. The doorbell rings. No side gates are left open. You’re long past leaping over a fence. Take one of your hyper, gulping breaths. Clench your teeth. Inch timidly toward the insistent bell. This is how it ends for you. “You’ll be silent forever, and I’ll be gone in the dark,” you threatened a victim once. Open the door. Show us your face. Walk into the light.

I'll try to communicate, Taylor said. She spoke slowly and deliberately. Hello! We need help. Is your village close? My village is Denver. And I think it's a long way from here. I'm Nicole Ade. Miss Colorado. We have a Colorado where we're from too! Tiara said. She swiveled her hips, spread her arms wide, then brought her hands together prayer-style and bowed. Kipa aloha. Nicole stared. I speak English. I'm American. Also, did you learn those moves from Barbie's Hawaiian Vacation DVD? Ohmigosh, yes! Do your people have that, too?

This is where you first failed us. You gave us minds and told us not to think. You gave us curiosity and put a booby-trapped tree right in front of us. You gave us sex and told us not to do it. You played three-card monte with our souls from day one, and when we couldn't find the queen, you sent us to Hell to be tortured for eternity. That was your great plan for humanity? All you gave us here was daisies and fairy tales and you acted like that was enough. How were we supposed to resist evil when you didn't even tell us about it?

The place looks like where David Lynch would meet Beaver Cleaver's mom for secret afternoons of bondage and milkshakes.

It's so quiet and peaceful out here I'm getting bored with breathing. Maybe we'll get lucky and the world will go to Hell again. Fingers crossed.

Okay, here is the problem,” I said. “Assignment means schoolwork, and Hawaii means vacation. And children do not actually like to mix those two items.

He died the way he lived: Expecting to finally start living.

So, aloha means 'to breathe into the face or share spirit with another.

Aloha means to see the 'uhane—the living spirit, immortal soul, whatever you call it—in everyone you meet.

I guarantee you I'm not going to forget your voice. We're going to run into each other down the road sometime, and when we do I'm going to pop you apart one rivet at a time." "There's the monster. Hello, monster.

Sometimes just seeing a woman smile is like a knife in the heart. It hurts and it rattles your whole system, but against all your instincts you swallow the pain and keep looking. After a while you realize it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

You're quite the humanitarian. By the way, thanks a fuck of a lot for leaving me off your who-to-save list. You're on it, Alfredo Garcia. I just didn't want to say it out loud and have you call me Nancy or Tinker Bell. Yeah, I would have done that.

Calm down. Deep breaths. Go to your happy place. Oh, wait. I don’t have one.

It's more like how some people can't help but bring out the not necessarily righteous parts of your personality. Like how you meet someone and instantly know they're a full-time professional victim, and no matter how hard you try, something takes over and you can't help needling them.

Aloha. It meant welcome and homecoming. It meant love.

Kids need their minds blown every now and then. It’ll keep them from thinking that managing a McDonald’s is the most they can hope for.

Meow is like aloha - it can mean anything.

I wish I could say, “No more Mr. Nice Guy,” but the boat sailed on that one a long time ago.

It's the 'aloha spirit'." "And you already got leid." ... "He means the flowers," Ellie said with a snort.

In the new century science will defeat famine, boredom, and the plague, but . . . vital knowledge will become so elevated that nobody will know how anything works. . . . the good news is that everybody will be empowered; the bad news is nobody will understand why.

How many minutes is shortly?” I asked. “Is it one minute or eight minutes or eleven minutes? On account of if it's one minute, I can wait, probably. But eleven minutes would be out of the question.” Mr. Scary walked back to my desk. And he sat me in my chair. I glanced up at him. “All I'm looking for is a rough estimate,” I said.

Aloha is compassion, love, light, harmony, peace and joy, all rolled into one. Aloha is choosing love in every moment, showing up and being lovingly present no matter what it looks like on the inner or outer. --Aloha is Compassion, Ken Ballard

For those who make Hawaii their home, aloha means much more than a hello and good-bye greeting. It goes way back to the old Hawaiian traditions, and it means a mutual regard and affection of one person for another without any expectation of something in return. Translation: it means you do something from the pureness of your heart.

Once you start celebrating the little victories in life, you will realize just how infinite they truly are.

Aloha means to see the 'uhane—the living spirit, immortal soul, whatever you call it—in everyone you meet. I’ve done my best to live up to that.

The lucky among us might get the same deal as Dysmas. Dysmas was one of the thieves crucified next to Christ. When he asked for forgiveness, Christ said, ‘Today you will be with me in paradise.’ ” Candy

Make her stop. I’m hungover and she has a robot. It’s not fair.” “Life is fair only in the grave and in the bedroom. This, you will notice, is neither.

Sometimes life may take you down an unexpected path, but keep an open mind, for that may be the exact path you're supposed to be on at that particular point in time.

Practice Aloha Around The World: You don't have to live in Hawai'i--- or even be Hawaiian to embrace the Aloha Spirit. Aloha can be found in the most surprising places at the most unlikely times. You just have to have an open heart and mind to recognize it!

When you’re born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it’s not.

You murder someone at the Ice Capades and the place goes apeshit. You blow someone’s head off in a war zone, people step over the body and have a snack.

And then I follow that bit of awesomeness by turning around gracing Aloha with some enthusiastic shakes of my rock-hard ass. “Yassss!” Aloha yells. “Come to mommmmmaaaaa!

(And if you find yourself on Arik Air Flight 104 from Johannesburg, South Africa to Lagos, Nigeria—daily service, departing at 9:35 a.m.—remember to look down and say “Aloha!”)

A ' ohe loa i ka hana a ke aloha. Distance is ignored by love.

Some people take great pleasure in things like surprise birthday parties or financial windfalls, but for me, being knowingly kept in the dark is maddening.

Aloha means to hear what is not said, to see what cannot be seen, to know the unknowable.

Hello Mauna Kea, aloha Hawaiian spirits.

Aloha’ means, ‘I see the divine in you, and I see the divine in myself.

I quickly carry Aloha off the dance floor into a secluded corner of the large room. “Ooh, we’re going somewhere to make out now?” Aloha says gleefully. “Yippee!” “Cool your jets, horn dog,” I say.

I should have had Rachel write a note or something before we left. But knowing Rachel, she might have already thought of that. In fact, knowing Rachel, she can probably make the absences disappear. Am I really thinking about school when my mom and Galen are in trouble? Yes, yes I am. Because this is the life bequeathed to me. Part human, part fish. Part straight-A student, part possessor of the Gift of Poseidon. Yep, I’m a natural-born overachiever. Fan-flipping-tastic. Behind me, I hear the most obnoxious belch in history. “Excuse me,” Toraf says. I hear him wrestle with his buckle and make a hasty retreat to the bathroom. And I’m officially glad I’m not sitting next to him. Let’s face it. He’s a loud puker. Syrena were not meant to fly. When we land, Toraf is asleep. He doesn’t even wake up despite the wobbly landing and the giggling girls and the announcement of “Aloha” by the captain. When everyone has disembarked I make my way back to Toraf and shake him until he wakes up. His breath smells like slightly microwaved death. “We’re in Hawaii,” I tell him. “Time to swim.

How do you love those who take everything you have, and it’s still not enough for them? They’re not happy unless they crush your spirit. And what’s worse, they have no sense they’re doing anything wrong at all. There’s no awareness, no remorse, no apology, just arrogance

So this is our thing now?” I say, shouting over the blaring music. “You’re my little koala and I’m your eucalyptus tree?” Aloha giggles. “If eucalyptus trees get raging hard-ons, then yes.” “You think this is me with a raging hard-on? Sweetheart, this is me with a limp dick.

Fuck this place and fuck your games. This is where you first failed us. You gave us minds and told us not to think. You gave us curiosity and put a booby-trapped tree right in front of us. You gave us sex and told us not to do it. You played three-card monte with our souls from day one, and when we couldn’t find the queen, you sent us to Hell to be tortured for eternity. That was your great plan for humanity? Whatever

Every day I walk down Hollywood Boulevard and see civilians making themselves crazy worrying about the meetings they're late for or did they put the rent check in the mail or is their ass starting to sag and I think, "I've seen the creaky clockwork that turns the stars and planets. I've gotten drunk with the devil and body-slammed angels. I've seen the Room of Thirteen Doors at the center of the universe. I know the taste of my own blood as well as you know your favorite wine. I've seen so much more than you'll ever see." And then it hits me like a runaway semi. I don't know anything that matters.

I wonder if these missionaries ever thought how Christ was so continually substituting affirmations for the ‘Thou shalt nots’ of the Old Testament. ‘To love one’s neighbor as oneself’ is certainly harder, but states life so much more actively, gladly, and kindly, that you can begin to see some pleasure in it.

Live the life you love. Love the life you live.

Society does not create nor define my beauty. I do.

Lucifer was his name in Perdition. In Heaven, he’s Samael.

form landmasses,” he explained. “As a matter of fact, there are still

His idea is to get your team together and pretend that your product has failed. That’s right: failed, cratered, imploded, or “went aloha oe,” as we say in Hawaii. You ask the team to come up with all the reasons why the failure occurred. Then each member has to state one reason until every reason is on a list. The next step is to figure out ways to prevent every reason from occurring.

Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. —Isaiah 40:28

Inside the terminal at Keahole, they sat waiting to board, watching husky Hawaiians load luggage onto baggage ramps. Arriving tourists smiled at their dark, muscled bodies, handsome full-featured faces, the ease with which they lifted things of bulk and weight. Departing tourists took snapshots of them. 'That's how they see us', Pono whispered. 'Porters, servants. Hula Dancers, clowns. They never see us as we are, complex, ambiguous, inspired humans.' 'Not all haole see us that way...'Jess argued. Vanya stared at her. 'Yes, all Haole and every foreigner who comes here puts us in one of two categories: The malignant stereotype of vicious, drunken, do-nothing kanaka and their loose-hipped, whoring wahine. Or, the benign stereotype of the childlike, tourist-loving, bare-foot, aloha-spirit natives.

Our failure to deal with the subconscious and our tendency to blame others adds up to an inability to take responsibility for our lives. The feeling of powerlessness—and eventually hopelessness—that this engenders is an emotional cancer. If the Center for Disease Control dealt with emotional plagues, this stressful state of mind would be judged a pandemic. But this delusional state of mind is shared by nearly everyone, so it is regarded as normal.

Sunset is my favorite time of day. It’s that time when the world unwinds. When the craziness of the day fades away and, even as darkness starts creeping in, the light somehow manages to prevail. When every day—good or bad—comes to an end and I get to look forward to starting over again in a few short hours.

One day soon, you’ll hear a car pull up to your curb, an engine cut out. You’ll hear footsteps coming up your front walk. Like they did for Edward Wayne Edwards, twenty-nine years after he killed Timothy Hack and Kelly Drew in Sullivan, Wisconsin. Like they did for Kenneth Lee Hicks, thirty years after he killed Lori Billingsley in Aloha, Oregon. The doorbell rings. No side gates are left open. You’re long past leaping over a fence. Take one of your hyper, gulping breaths. Clench your teeth. Inch timidly toward the insistent bell. This is how it ends for you. “You’ll be silent forever, and I’ll be gone in the dark,” you threatened a victim once. Open the door. Show us your face.

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annoyed.

So this is our thing now?” I say, shouting over the blaring music. “You’re my little koala and I’m your eucalyptus tree?” Aloha giggles. “If eucalyptus trees get raging hard-ons, then yes.

Call meeeeeeeeeeee! (But only when you’re done making Aloha see God multiple times in one sesh.) #CannotRushPerfection #DoNotCallMeWhileFuckingAloha #UnlessYouFeelYouMust #OkYeahCallMeWhileFuckingAloha

together.

Our battle is against the evil one and his wicked ways, and all the lies he whispers. That serpent of old would like to fill us with fear. Remember…only God gives life and only God takes it away. I am in His hands. Let’s not forget that.

It’s a traditional greeting called honi. We exchange the divine breath of ha. It’s where “aloha” really comes from.” A

The Witch of Creation,” the history books said, “was the mirror in which society saw itself: she repaid kindness with kindness, and malice with malice.

Though Betty came in a short, petite package, she had a whip-like personality with a loud voice to match. Everyone listened to her, Stacey included, because Betty had more experience in the bed and breakfast industry than anyone else on the Aloha Hideaway staff. She’d attended culinary school on the mainland and opened four restaurants back in Hawaii by the age of thirty. Now fifty-five, her hair had turned completely gray, but her steel-colored eyes had not lost a single ounce of their edge.

Now, tell me. How is your heart doing, ku’u aloha?” She called me her love. In Hawaiian. “Healing,” I answered.

The final straw for the players was a game scheduled in Hawaii at Aloha Stadium during the victory tour. No one from U.S. Soccer had gone to inspect the facilities before scheduling the national team to play there. The practice field was grass, but it was patchy, bumpy, and lined with sewer plates that had plastic coverings. It was on that sub-par practice field that Megan Rapinoe tore her ACL, which meant she might have to miss the 2016 Olympics the next year. Then, the next day, the players got to the stadium where they were supposed to play the game. Not only was it artificial turf, but the players were concerned by the seams on the field where parts of the turf were pulling up off the ground. Sharp rocks were embedded all over the field. If someone from U.S. Soccer had been there beforehand to inspect it, there’s no way they could’ve believed it was an appropriate venue for a national team soccer match. The players unanimously agreed to boycott the match and stand up to the federation together. The federation officially cancelled the match, and Sunil Gulati, the president of U.S. Soccer, publicly apologized, calling it “a black eye for this organization.” The players seemed more determined than they had been in a long time to fight for themselves.

As you know, Aloha has many, many meanings. In recent history, it's often said that Aloha can be used or hello or goodbye. However, in the original Hawaiian language and culture, there were no goodbyes. The concept of separation or relationships ending does not exist in the original language. Once a connection was made, it was believed that the connection remained into eternity.... The closest thing to goodbye in Hawaiian is 'a hui ho' which means 'until we meet again.

And…

Bungalow number seven sat on the edge of the beach surrounded by tropical plants and flowers of every color, providing privacy. It had the best view of the ocean of all the bungalows at Aloha Village. Sam walked in and headed straight for the refrigerator, grabbing a cold beer. With beer and cell phone in hand, he went out front to the lanai, sat down on the chaise lounge and leaned back. He took a swig of his ice cold brew and looked out at the ocean, and relaxed while going over what just happened at the harbor–with Jessica.

Good thing my job benefits include health insurance, because Jazz and Hunter both look like they’re out to break bones.

Here I am, on the island that I love, with the people that I love, worshiping the God that I love. That might sound cheesy, but I don’t care. It’s true, and it’s one of the best feelings in the world.

Why are you banging around like an angry water buffalo?

By the time I show up at Jazz’s place, I’ve changed out of my work clothes and into my favorite jean shorts and a rainbow-colored t-shirt reminding people—myself included—to “live aloha”. This might be because it’s one of my favorite outfits, or it might be because it’s one of the few things not spilling out of my dirty clothes hamper. Possibly both.

a hairbrush in the morning as Macie does. I don’t get the appeal of the scruffy surfer look myself, but if it’s enough to make half a million girls on social media swoon, then there must be something to be said for it.

Vat is real?” “But I told you, I don’t know what’s real!” “Of course not! That is what mekks it an excellent question.” The old man picked up the vodka bottle, unscrewed the cap, and started pouring more vodka into the three glasses. “Now we must toast to your question, and then you must go home and contemplate ze nature of reality, and when you hef an answer, you can come back and tell me all about it.” He handed the Aloha glass to Benny. “To reality!

I came back to earth to kill things, so I have to expect things to fight back occasionally.

Be a rock, James. Otherwise, you’ll lose everything.

There are Hellions down there with more honor than half the humans I meet.

That’s not terribly comforting, but I suppose it will have to do.” “That pretty much sums up Hell.

Maybe these are a little farther down the road to Candy Land.

Most mainlanders were under the impression that aloha was the word used for both “hello” and “goodbye.” But the article stated it was much more, that aloha meant “love,” “peace,” and “compassion.” More than a word, a life of aloha meant the heart was overflowing, and when using it, one should be sincerely happy to see the person they said it to.

But the true meaning of the aloha spirit is something more profound: the extension of goodwill and grace with no expectation of reward, the purest expression of compassion, hospitality, and love.

We are but specks of dust on this planet. A blink in this universe of ours at best. We toil and we stress, and we compete for what, exactly? At the end of it all, when our pulse stops, our bodies chill, and our eyes go gray and lifeless, what little happiness we found will blow away like the dust in our tomb. I’ve learned that happiness is all that matters, and all the rest is meaningless.

We all have a choice—free will—to abide by the Golden Rule: treating others as you would like to be treated. Most people, I think, adhere to it just fine. Following the rule of law. Helping one another.

I can’t dwell on the mistakes of my past. I have to accept that pain and suffering are a part of life. They make you appreciate things more when everything is glowing and great.

Like a geyser there is a life force bubbling from undernearth pushing forward and up with an energy to burst like fireworks. Keep that energy flowing. If you stuck and limit that energy all types of depletion will cause every kind of dis-ease...just release it straitght foward and in high. Keep that good vibe!! Mahalo and Aloha

The chanting and the singing. I know the language even if this is the first time I hear it this way, a language of righteousness and cycles, giving and taking, aloha in the rawest form. Pure love.

Moral of the story: they call ’em cursed swords and forbidden arts for a reason. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Life’s not a fairy tale. No matter how much I wished it was possible, I couldn’t possibly kill a monster on the other side of the country before it caused any harm.

battered Balinese desk. There were supposed to be three piles—those I could pay right away; those I’d pay by the end of February; and those that would never

the real estate office across the street—marking the spot. The door to my shop creaked open and a pale female face peeked around the jamb. In the space above her head I saw the shimmer of wind-whipped rain.

continued through January, sending visitors fleeing back to the mainland like snorkelers

bug on the wall.

Aloha Oukou. It looked like your soul was escaping so I put you in a tree.

Yes, Hawai'i wanted the change that statehood has brought, but we also wanted everything to stay as it was. That is, what we really wanted was for everything to change but us. -Neil Abercrombie, Hawai'i's rep. to U.S. Congress for 19 years. Originally appeared in Hana Hou! Magazine

Hello. Hey. Hi. Aye/aye mate. Oi. Holã. Aloha. There are a lot of ways to say 'hi' or 'hello', but just by a simple smile or grin can make ANYBODY'S day go from bad to good or horrible to great! Even a wave. Now on the other hand bye/goodbyes are one of the worlds hardest and the most saddest tings to ever do... Yeah surly there is the same amount of ways to say it but yet it's ALWAYS the hardest. Gets you to thinking huh?? A lot of people ask, 'well why is it the hardest thing to say?', well of course it's easy to say it to someone you just meet but to say it to a loved one or someone you care about deeply it's one of the hardest thing ever to say. Is "goodbye" or "bye".

Keep the SHark Alive

Love wasn’t desire, and it wasn’t the bubbly energy of a short-term fling. Love was the deepest well, the fastest river, and the quietest stream — all in one.

right here.” He pointed out an area