Amon Quotes

Many will call me an adventurer, and that I am...only one of a different sort: one who risks his skin to prove his truths.

Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop." "What?" "What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple." "Raisa, this is getting us nowhere." "Say it!

Well, I believe she went in to rescue some Raggers from the pits,” Cuffs said. “She wasn’t all that specific.” “She went in to rescue — why would she do that?” Amon gripped the ironwork, studying the streetlord’s face. Was he lying? And if so, what was the purpose? “Guess she’s kind of taken with us,” Cuffs said. “You know, the glamor of the gang life and all. Getting beat up every other day, arrested for crimes you didn’t commit, long nights in gaol, sleeping in the cold and wet. It’s...seductive.” He raised an eyebrow.

Amon murmured against my neck, "You taste like melted desert honey.

You didn't have to go to the fireworks with him. Or - or let him fondle you." "Fondle?" Raisa raised her eyebrows, "When did I mention fondling?

If he even survives." She shivered, and Amon put his arm around her, drawing her into his steady warmth. "It's that bad?" Raisa nodded. "He looked...he looked awful, Amon. Willo doesn't know if he'll...She's worried about him. My mother died, and I never got to tell her that I loved her, that I finally understood - just a little anyway. If Han dies too, I don't know what I'll do.

Where is the graveyard of dead gods? What lingering mourner waters their mounds? There was a time when Jupiter was the king of the gods, and any man who doubted his puissance was ipso facto a barbarian and an ignoramus. But where in all the world is there a man who worships Jupiter today? And who of Huitzilopochtli? In one year - and it is no more than five hundred years ago - 50,000 youths and maidens were slain in sacrifice to him. Today, if he is remembered at all, it is only by some vagrant savage in the depths of the Mexican forest. Huitzilopochtli, like many other gods, had no human father; his mother was a virtuous widow; he was born of an apparently innocent flirtation that she carried out with the sun. When he frowned, his father, the sun, stood still. When he roared with rage, earthquakes engulfed whole cities. When he thirsted he was watered with 10,000 gallons of human blood. But today Huitzilopochtli is as magnificently forgotten as Allen G. Thurman. Once the peer of Allah, Buddha and Wotan, he is now the peer of Richmond P. Hobson, Alton B. Parker, Adelina Patti, General Weyler and Tom Sharkey. Speaking of Huitzilopochtli recalls his brother Tezcatlipoca. Tezcatlipoca was almost as powerful; he consumed 25,000 virgins a year. Lead me to his tomb: I would weep, and hang a couronne des perles. But who knows where it is? Or where the grave of Quetzalcoatl is? Or Xiuhtecuhtli? Or Centeotl, that sweet one? Or Tlazolteotl, the goddess of love? Of Mictlan? Or Xipe? Or all the host of Tzitzimitl? Where are their bones? Where is the willow on which they hung their harps? In what forlorn and unheard-of Hell do they await their resurrection morn? Who enjoys their residuary estates? Or that of Dis, whom Caesar found to be the chief god of the Celts? Of that of Tarves, the bull? Or that of Moccos, the pig? Or that of Epona, the mare? Or that of Mullo, the celestial jackass? There was a time when the Irish revered all these gods, but today even the drunkest Irishman laughs at them. But they have company in oblivion: the Hell of dead gods is as crowded as the Presbyterian Hell for babies. Damona is there, and Esus, and Drunemeton, and Silvana, and Dervones, and Adsullata, and Deva, and Bellisima, and Uxellimus, and Borvo, and Grannos, and Mogons. All mighty gods in their day, worshipped by millions, full of demands and impositions, able to bind and loose - all gods of the first class. Men labored for generations to build vast temples to them - temples with stones as large as hay-wagons. The business of interpreting their whims occupied thousands of priests, bishops, archbishops. To doubt them was to die, usually at the stake. Armies took to the field to defend them against infidels; villages were burned, women and children butchered, cattle were driven off. Yet in the end they all withered and died, and today there is none so poor to do them reverence. What has become of Sutekh, once the high god of the whole Nile Valley? What has become of: Resheph Anath Ashtoreth El Nergal Nebo Ninib Melek Ahijah Isis Ptah Anubis Baal Astarte Hadad Addu Shalem Dagon Sharaab Yau Amon-Re Osiris Sebek Molech? All there were gods of the highest eminence. Many of them are mentioned with fear and trembling in the Old Testament. They ranked, five or six thousand years ago, with Yahweh Himself; the worst of them stood far higher than Thor. Yet they have all gone down the chute, and with them the following: Bilé Ler Arianrhod Morrigu Govannon Gunfled Sokk-mimi Nemetona Dagda Robigus Pluto Ops Meditrina Vesta You may think I spoof. That I invent the names. I do not. Ask the rector to lend you any good treatise on comparative religion: You will find them all listed. They were gods of the highest standing and dignity-gods of civilized peoples-worshiped and believed in by millions. All were omnipotent, omniscient and immortal. And all are dead.

I have found it an amusing strategy, when asked whether I am an atheist, to point out that the questioner is also an atheist when considering Zeus, Apollo, Amon Ra, Mithras, Baal, Thor, Wotan, the Golden Calf and the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I just go one god further.

So you questioned him?" Raisa prompted. "What did he say for himself?" "Well, the first thing Gillen does is steal his purse and beat him with a club." Amon said.

It was a peculiar marriage of interests- Lord Averill and Captain Byrne and Lord Bayar and Han Alister agreeing on anything was as rare as gold in Ragmarket.

This world is wrong. We have to correct it.

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows The West Wind goes walking, and about the walls it goes. What news from the West, oh wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight? Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight? ‘I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey; I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more. The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.’ Oh, Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar. But you came not from the empty lands where no men are. From the mouth of the sea the South Wind flies, From the sand hills and the stones; The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans What news from the South, oh sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve? Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve. ‘Ask me not where he doth dwell--so many bones there lie On the white shores and on the black shores under the stormy sky; So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing sea. Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’ Oh Boromir! Beyond the gate the Seaward road runs South, But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey seas mouth. From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, And past the roaring falls And loud and cold about the Tower its loud horn calls. What news from the North, oh mighty wind, do you bring to me today? What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away. ‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought. His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; And Rauros, Golden Rauros Falls, bore him upon its breast.’ Oh Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze To Rauros, Golden Rauros Falls until the end of days.

Is it not a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt for so small a thing? So small a thing! And I have seen it only for an instant in the house of Elrond! Could I not have a sight of it again?" Frodo looked up. His heart went suddenly cold. He caught the strange gleam in Boromir's eyes, yet his face was still kind and friendly. "It is best that it should lie hidden," he answered. "As you wish. I care not." said Boromir.

I'd waited so long for his kiss, and it was so much more, so much better than I had dared imagine. Golden sunshine burst behind my closed eyelids as I became a being entwined with the sun. His hands pulled me against his body and I melted into him, my limbs tingling and warm. Amon's mouth moved over mine, slowly, like he could make the kiss last forever.

If she'd ever hoped to impress Amon Byrne with her newly acquired glamour and beauty, that chance was gone forever. He'd seen her in every kind of ugly.

We can't crush evil with morals. We are justice. We are morality.

What is the probability that Yahweh is the one true god, and Amon Ra, Aphrodite, Apollo, Baal, Brahma, Ganesha, Isis, Mithra, Osiris, Shiva, Thor, Vishnu, Wotan, Zeus, and the other 986 gods are false gods? As skeptics like to say, everyone is an atheist about these gods; some of us just go one god further.

Lily, I can honestly tell you that i have never in my long life come across a creature as beguilinig as you. You are as fresh and as lovely as a budding flower by the dew of a golden morning. I breathe you in and am filled with the taste of sunshine, life, and hope. You are much more than beautiful. You are...temptation personified.

I had survived the work gangs in the ghetto. Baked bread under cover of night. Hidden in a pigeon coop. Had a midnight bar mitzvah in the basement of an abandoned building. I had watched my parents be taken away to their deaths, had avoided Amon Goeth and his dogs, had survived the salt mines of Wieliczka and the sick games of Trzebinia. I had done so much to live, and now, here, the Nazis were going to take all that away with their furnace! I started to cry, the first tears I had shed since Moshe died. Why had I worked so hard to survive if it was always going to end like this? If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered. I would have let them kill me back in the ghetto. It would have been easier that way. All that I had done was for nothing.

Schindler crossed limits that he didn’t need to cross.” Still, in the end she finds for Schindler: “Amon Goeth and Oskar Schindler, they both had power. One used it to kill, the other to save lives. Their example shows that everyone has a choice.

Takizawa: something that was left in my care. give it back to Amon for me. see you, Goat's King. Kaneki: I'm not taking It. Takizawa: Its just a small chain and yet It feels so heavy to me... fine whatever. Kaneki: Takizawa, Its because you'r completely empty inside that if we don't tie you down with a chain you'll go off and die.

Watson," he cried, "if anyone calls and says they are the physical embodiment of Amon-Ra, I am not in!

He radiated a calm focus--like he knew who he was and where he was going. He was a steady mooring in a sea of change. Hr was honest and kept his word, and he was unrelentingly fair. It made people want to follow him.

Amon’s dancing was like a mashup of Elvis and the Chippendales.

It would be impossible to think it's just about sex with a woman like you. You demand more without even trying. I'm set on giving you more. Sex is only an introduction- Amon Mikende

Mal’akh was dragging Langdon across the living room when the congregation declared, “Amen!” Amon, Mal’akh corrected. Egypt is the cradle of your religion. The god Amon was the prototype for Zeus … for Jupiter … and for every modern face of God. To this day, every religion on earth shouted out a variation of his name. Amen! Amin! Aum!

It's easy to hate Amon Goeth. If the Germans and their allies can turn into murderers, then we, too, can become murderers. I hope that my sons will always remember that. I hope that they will always see the Palestinians as human beings, not as enemies.

What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today? What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.’ ‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought. His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought. His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.’ ‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.

What did one math book say to the other? A: Man I got a lot of problems!

Finley trusts Barney’s advice. Barney has never steered him wrong.

Q: What did the cat lock the mouse in the freezer? A: To get mice cubes!

I can hardly catch my breath as I glance at the judges. Wrythe and Amon both look horrified. But Viviane meets my eyes, and her lips twist in a tiny smile.

A rosewater smell from the box summoned, instantly, a dictatorial woman with a tight bun, hectoring him with questions. The cut, the buttons, the pockets, the collar. But most of all: the blue. Chosen in haste from a wall of fabrics: not an ordinary blue. Peacock? Lapis? Nothing gets close. Medium but vivid, moderately lustrous, definitely bold. Somewhere between ultramarine and cyanide salts, between Vishnu and Amon, Israel and Greece, the logos of Pepsi and Ford. In a word: bright. He loved whatever self had chosen it and after that wore it constantly. Even Freddy approved: “You look like someone famous!” And he does. Finally, at his advanced age, he has struck the right note. He looks good, and he looks like himself.

The sergeant shrugged, not meeting Amon's eyes. '...You'll be shivering all right. Them Waterwalkers'll have you crying for your mommies.' 'I assume you're speaking from experience, sir?' Raisa asked.

Alexa had rushed off downstairs following the telephone call, and Lucien explained to Trey that she had been researching this Ring of Amon for some time now and that she would need to see the new data. The

When asked wether I am an atheist, I find it an amusing strategy to point out that the questioner is also an atheist when considering Zeus, Apollo, Amon Ra, Mithras, Baal, Thor, Wotan, the Golden Calf and the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I just go one god further

Eu me divirto com a estratégia, quando me perguntam se sou ateu, de lembrar que o autor da pergunta também é ateu no que diz respeito a Zeus, Apolo, Amon Rá, Mithra, Baal, Thor, Wotan, o Bezerro de Outro e o Monstro de Espaguete Voador. Eu só fui um deus além.

Well done. Amon is indeed represented as a man with a ram’s head, and his promiscuity and curved horns are related to our modern sexual slang “horny”.’ ‘No shit!’ ‘No shit,’ Langdon said. ‘And do you know who Amon’s counterpart was? The Egyptian goddess of fertility?

This is the Scroll of Thoth. Herein are set down the magic words by which Isis raised Osiris from the dead. Oh! Amon-Ra--Oh! God of Gods--Death is but the doorway to new life--We live today-we shall live again--In many forms shall we return-Oh, mighty one. (The Mummy, Universal Studios, 1932)

New relationships do not deserve old problems, do they?

I am...only a small part of history and the legacy of mankind's fall from grace. - Danny Rollings

Encounters are after all merely future farewells and he could live with that as long as they both got happy endings. Even if it meant they didn’t get it together.

Who doesn’t like you anymore?” asked Barney.

Q: What is taller when it sits down than when it stands up? A: A dog!

What kind of dog always gets on everyone’s nerves? A: A great pane! Q:

How can you tell a dog from a tomato? A: Really? You should know.

They were liberating Harrisonville, showing the hypocrites and phonies and $$$-squirrelers and chokeragged Yesmen some puffed-up balls. They were widening the mental horizons of a town more narrow-minded than its streets; they were missionaries laboring amon their bloodkin: montheytheistic theocentric cousins and uncles who swore allegiance to Uncle Sam, Jim Crow, Oral Roberts, and Dale Carnegie; they were waging their impudent revolution against people they'd cowedly called "sir" all their teenage lives.

Thanksgiving Jokes Q: Who is never hungry at Thanksgiving? A: The turkey because he is always stuffed! Q: What’s the best thing to put into an apple pie? A: Your teeth! Q: Why did the Pilgrims want to come to America in the spring? A: It was rumored that April showers bring Mayflowers

Duvido de que eles teriam entendido nossa demanda por originalidade ou valorizado mais aquelas obras de sua própria época que fossem originais, só por conta disso. Se você tivesse perguntado a La3amon ou Chaucer: "Por que é que vocês mesmos não inventaram uma história inédita?" Penso que eles poderiam ter respondido: "Com certeza ainda não estamos reduzidos a isso, estamos?" Que sentido teria tecer uma nova trama da própria cabeça, quando o mundo está repleto de tantas obras excelentes: exemplos proveitosos; tragédias deploráveis; aventuras estranhas e chistes divertidos que ainda nunca foram levados a efeito como mereciam? A originalidade que nós temos como sinal de prosperidade poderia parecer a eles uma confissão de pobreza. Por que fazer coisas sozinho, feito o solitário Robinson Crusoé, se há riquezas por toda a parte, para você se apropriar? O artista moderno muitas vezes não se dá conta dessas riquezas. Ele é o alquimista, que deve transformar metal básico em ouro. Isso faz uma diferença radical.

The three others were far away in the North. In the house of Elrond it is told that they were at Annúminas, and Amon Súl, and Elendil’s Stone was on the Tower Hills that look towards Mithlond in the Gulf of Lune where the grey ships lie. ‘Each palantír replied to each, but all those in Gondor were ever open to the view of Osgiliath. Now it appears that, as the rock of Orthanc has withstood the storms of time, so there the palantír of that tower has remained. But alone it could do nothing but see small images of things far off and days remote. Very useful, no doubt, that was to Saruman; yet it seems that he was not content. Further and further abroad he gazed, until he cast his gaze upon Barad-dûr. Then he was caught! ‘Who knows where the lost Stones of Arnor and Gondor now lie, buried, or drowned deep? But one at least Sauron must have obtained and mastered to his purposes. I guess that it was the Ithil-stone, for he took Minas Ithil long ago and turned it into an evil place: Minas Morgul, it has become. ‘Easy it is now to guess how quickly the roving eye of Saruman was trapped and held; and how ever since he has been persuaded from afar, and daunted when persuasion

Cliff, the safest place for baby flying monsters to learn to fly. Palm Tree Cliff was a low cliff right above the ocean. If you couldn’t fly the first time around, it was no big deal. You would just land in the water. Out of all his siblings, Argo was the one who had dreamed about flying the most. In fact, he had nothing else on the brain ever since he had hatched from his monster egg. There was no doubt in Argo’s mind that he would be a wonderful flier. But he was wrong.

Becky and Mother searched the house upside down and Teddy was nowhere to be found. “What are you two looking for?” asked Daddy, coming inside from the garage. “We are looking for Teddy,” said Becky. “I lost him.” “I think I saw him in the garage just now,” said Daddy. “What would Teddy be doing in the garage?” asked Becky, while she ran to the garage to go get him. Becky looked around the garage and she saw a box on the garage floor. She saw Teddy sitting out halfway out of the box. “Oh Teddy!” cried Becky, happily. “I am so glad I found you!” Becky bent over to pick Teddy up out of the box and she noticed something moving in the box. She picked it up too.

What do you call a rooster who wakes you up at the same time every morning? A: Alarm cluck!

forward and kicked the shell off one side while head-butting the other. He was free. Spike’s brothers and sisters were all waiting for him on the outside. All ten siblings were now free of their enclosure. Spike’s mother started to clean the egg juice off his skin. Her tongue was long and sticky and it tickled Spike a lot. As she finished, she rubbed Spike with her nose and went to find food for her babies to eat. Spike watched her leave with amazement as he tried to understand this new world that surrounded him. His home was a nest of dirt

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If your dog eats a dictionary, what should you do? A: Take the words right out of his mouth!

What is worse than a dog howling at the moon? A: Two dogs howling at the moon together.

What happened to the dog that ate nothing but garlic? A: His bark was much worse than his bite!

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What do you get if you deep fry Santa Claus? A: Crisp Cringle!

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Knock knock! Who’s there? Moo! Moo who? Are you a cow or an owl?

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Theodore wasn’t around.

Q: Why did the dog’s owner think his dog was a great mathematician? A: He asked the dog what six minus six was and the dog said nothing. Q: Why did the injured dog say he was an actor? A: His leg was in a cast.

Becky took good care of the little kitten.

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bedtime story about the stars in the sky and soon he was

I’m not goin’ anywhere till I get my fuckin’ shoes!” Amon bellowed as he shoved against the tense, squabbling tangle that had formed in the lane, the functional machines now the locus towards which the weight of the crowd surged.

Once all the gifts were opened, Dad would hold a big garbage bag open and we would get rid of the wrappings, ribbons, bows and packaging. We would then

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Don’t go anywhere… There’s a lot I want to ask you…

Once upon a time in a small, cozy village, there lived a curious little cat named Whiskers. Whiskers was known for his sense of humor, playful nature, and never-ending curiosity. He had soft, light brown fur with a dark brown spot over his left eye, and his paws also had charming brown spots. Whiskers spent his days exploring the village and making friends with the other animals. One sunny morning, as Whiskers was strolling through the village, he stumbled upon a mysterious garden. The entrance was hidden behind a tall, green hedge, and it looked like it had been forgotten for years. Intrigued by this secret place, Whiskers couldn't help but enter the garden to investigate.

You got me another pair of earrings? Amon, I already have more than enough," I'd admonished him softly, gazing at him with tenderness. "You love jewelry, Lizzie mine. And I love gifting it to you. Do you begrudge me this small pleasure?" "Of course not. Never. Thank you," I'd leaned into him, giving him a kiss and allowing him to put the earrings on.

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bright!” The star friends gave Charlie a pair of sunglasses to shield his eyes from the bright light. “That is better,” said Charlie, putting the sunglasses on. The little star friends showed Charlie some of the coldest stars in the universe. These were stars that were right on the very edge of the universe. “Oh my!” exclaimed Charlie. “These stars are cold.

on a pair of sunglasses, a sweater and a pair of mittens. “My new little star friends gave me these,” said Charlie. “So that I could stay warm on the stars.” “I see,” said Mother. “Well let’s get you dressed. We have a busy day ahead of us.” “Yes Mother,” said Charlie. There were several other times that Charlie’s little star friends came to him in his dreams.

Tana was the most perplexing creature who’d ever graced these halls. No matter what Amon did, nothing got to her. He’d knocked over her things, moved items to new spots, he’d even opened doors right in front of her. She acted as if nothing happened and moved on. Not a whiff of fear. He’d heard her tell the others she didn’t believe in ghosts, so Amon had made it a personal mission to scare her. Amon solidified his hand and knocked on her door, with three slow, purposeful knocks. He watched as she opened the door, her dark brown eyes staring right through him. Amon took the time to gaze at her. She was smaller than him by more than a foot. Her body was soft and plush, with rounded hips and thick legs. Her warm, chestnut-colored curls cascade to her shoulders, bangs framing her cute round face. She looked around the hall. Once she noticed no one was there, she shrugged to herself and shut the door without a second thought. The gall! Amon was a fearsome demon. If not for this hex he could demolish this entire building with a wave of his hand.

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started the race with a bit of a lead. Spike was excited to be catching