Bae Quotes

I knew Dad was concerned about my past associations. I was from the Trash Alley. It was my community. I hung out with thugs from the Frog Bottom, the Burns Bottoms, the Red Line, the S-Curve, the Sandfield, the Morning Side, and a bunch of other places that shall remain nameless. I knew all of the “Legends of the Hood”: Sin Man, Swap, Boo Boo, Emp-Man, Cookie Man, Shank, Polar Bear, Bae Willy, Bae Bruh, Skullhead Ned, Pimp, Crunch, and Goat Turd (just to name a few). I thought maybe Dad had summoned me as a “show and tell” for the kids in his neighborhood—the hardliner to scare those wayward suburban brats back into reality.

Alternatives to “Bae” The one who wins all of the arguments, the keeper of the remote, the girl who turns my stomach into a butterfly nest, the pink Starburst, the one I will always choose first no matter what else is in the pack, the red Kool-Aid, the right amount of sugar, the pulp, the part that makes the juice seem real.

I truly believe this generation is full of moronic idiots. Baes and Hashtags? Selfies? What the hell happened

No matter how decadent and corrupt my body becomes, I will, like a desert orchid that blooms once every hundred years, come to you bearing this frigidness toward life.

You were born with a knife in your heart.

In life there are wounds that like leprosy slowly eat away at the soul in solitude.

They don't know what poor is. They don't know that poverty is a sharp knife carving away at you. They don't know what it does to the body. To a mind.

Whatever the intention or aim of the photographer, every photograph is a unique proof of identify, firmly declaring that human beings are ghosts.

You have the eyes of a wolf-girl whose heart has never once been moved. When I press my ear to your chest, I hear only wind and emptiness.

Ayami was her future self or her past self. And she was both, existing at the same time. In that other world, she was both the chicken and the old woman. That was the secret of night and day existing simultaneously. Ayami discovered this through a single movement, bending down to pick up the pebble. And, remembering this simultaneous existence more vividly than she remembered herself, became unable to remember anything else.

To love is to be destroyed, and to be loved is to be destroyed.

The magic swirling around Bae made her look menacing, almost feral and he wanted her more than he'd wanted any other woman. She was something else entirely.

Even now I think maybe my family is just a random collection of people I knew long ago and will never happen upon again, and people I don’t know yet but will meet by chance one day.

The moment I stopped praying, God, save me, and instead prayed, God, use me, I felt free.

ROMEO: Here’s the thing: when you back a wounded dog into a corner, it’s going to come out fighting.

I was only twenty-four, but I was tired.

The body is a passageway - a channel, without which the two of us would not be able to exist in the way we do now, the way I know you and you know me. Without their mirror images, our original forms would not exist.

She headed straight to the heart of the darkness, which lacked even a single point of light, and where not even the road beneath her feet could be seen. Like a blind owl, she walked as one with the darkness, undisturbed by it.

Every now and then I picture a subway train at night packed with people I used to know and random people whom I will meet by chance in some distant future. Most of the people I knew a long time ago now live their lives without me, and those whom I will meet by chance one day do not know me now. They walk by apathetically, their faces gloomy beneath the dim lights of the city hall subway station, jostling my shoulders as they pass.

Rimmel: I finally accepted the fact I was really struggling today, and with that acceptance, it became a little easier to breathe.

Whatever the intention or aim of the photographer, Wolfi thought, every photograph is a unique proof of identity, firmly declaring that human beings are ghosts.

He knew how to accept the tedium without the ennui.

Most of the people I knew long ago now live their lives without me, and those whom I will meet by chance one day do not know me now.

Objects, matter itself, were softly disintegrating. All identity became ambiguous, semi-opaque.

*chillin wit my smart hoe* me: bae whats the temperature of the sun? her: 10 million degrees me: ur so sexy when u know things

Bae: Black and Exquisite.

Friends are Family and Family is Bae

Coz Red is for LOVE and Love is BAE!

Lovely Hair = bae

Baby,' he said. Behind 'bae', Penny despised 'baby' as a thing for a grown adult woman to be called. It was so prescriptive. Like dressing sexy for Halloween.

Asleep, I heard the sound of sleeping breath. Of one sleeping breath fumbling for another. They must be tangles with you, my breathing, my sleep, and my dreams. And I wanted to keep dreaming.

Being poor or being lonely could be either fortunate or unfortunate, but the truth is that the distinction was meaningless. Whether we were fortunate or not, we were still different, and that’s all there was to it.

Jayden went for my fries, ignoring Anna’s narrowed gaze. “Thanks, babe.” “You two know each other?” Jo gestured between Jayden and me with her fork. Before I could nod, he dropped an arm over my shoulders. “She’s my bae.” I grinned. “Bae?” Keira sighed. “I hate that word. Do you know what it really means?” “Poop,” I answered without thinking. “In Danish.” My eyes widened. Holy crap. I’d spoken without hesitation at lunch! Holy crap! No one recognized my internal freak-out over it, but I couldn’t believe it. I sat there and spoke with no problem. I needed to give myself a cookie. Anna giggled. “Oh, man. I know. I know. Still think it’s a cute word.” Across from her, Keira rolled her eyes. “It literally means shit.” “Mallory is the shit, though.

In the darkness, Ayami's voice insisted overwhelmingly on its own identity. It was a corporeal voice. Just as, in the light of day, people can't help their gaze going to a beautiful woman, in the darkness they pay more attention to the voice. They accept the mystery of seeming to feel the other's gaze on their skin.

She gave her son an American name followed by a Korean personal name followed by the family name. She named him Charles Jae Won Bae. She named her second son Daniel Jae Ho Bae. In the end, she chose both. Korean and American. American and Korean. So they would know where they were from. So they would know where they were going.

Somebody call me right one Somebody call me wrong 난 신경 쓰지 않을래 너도 그럼 어때 So what Let go 한숨 그 안에 많은 걱정이 숨어있네 고민 그만해 너는 이미 다 알고 있지 이 길의 중간에 포기하고 싶은 순간에 더 크게 소리질러봐 So what what what 내 맘대로 되는 건 없고 숨을 곳은 뭐 더더욱 없어 이미 주사윈 던져진 지 오래 꾸물대단 휩쓸려가겠지 oh bae 고민들의 9할은 니가 만들어 낸 상상의 늪 고민보다 go go 쫄지마렴 cheer up 소리쳐봐 so what what We are, we are, we are Young and wild and free 답도 없는 고민 고민 그 속에 빠져 있지 마 yeah 경계선 위에서 위태롭다 해도 웃고 떠들며 바람을 가르자 때론 바보같이 멍청이 달리기 실수와 눈물 속에 we just go So what 멈춰서 고민 하지마 다 쓸데 없어 Let go 아직은 답이 없지만 You can start the fight So what Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Let go Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh So what Ay 누군 일들이 싫대 Ay 누군 쉬고만 싶대 Ay 그들의 고통과 피폐 Ay 모두 내게 몰아칠 때 Ay 어떡하긴 뭐 어떡해 uh 답은 하나밖에 없기에 uh 그냥 믿고 달려보자고 so what? oh yeah I don’t wanna die right now I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna fight right now 걱정이 싫어 인생은 길어 걍 가 I wanna live right now 브레이크 부러졌으니 밟아 엑셀 이러나 저러나 사람 신세 다 안다면 무슨 재미냐 고통은 내 훈장 그래서 so what? We are, we are, we are Young and wild and free 답도 없는 고민 고민 그 속에 빠져 있지 마 yeah 경계선 위에서 위태롭다 해도 웃고 떠들며 바람을 가르자 때론 바보같이 멍청이 달리기 실수와 눈물 속에 we just go So what 멈춰서 고민 하지마 다 쓸데 없어 Let go 아직은 답이 없지만 You can start the fight So what Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Let go Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Somebody call me right one (right one) Somebody call me wrong (call me wrong) 난 신경 쓰지 않을래 (않을래) 너도 그럼 어때 (어때) So what 멈춰서 고민 하지마 다 쓸데 없어 Let go 아직은 답이 없지만 You can start the fight So what Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Let go Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh So what Somebody call me right one Somebody call me wrong 난 신경 쓰지 않을래 너도 그럼 어때 - BTS (So What)

You must understand something. Money is not a sign of achievement.

We have a god,” Mr. Park replied, “and his name is Kim Il Sung.

Romeo: You couldn’t put a price on piece of mind.

Romeo: You know what pisses me off? When good days are ruined by bad s*t.

ROMEO: Fastest way to not hear what someone has to say? Hang up on them. Did it make me an *sshole? Sure did. Did I give a rat’s *ss? H*lls no.

VALERIE: .....It isn’t your fault. These things, these horrible things just happen.

Life wasn't just any one thing. It was a combination... a melting pot of emotions, a mix of salty and sweet.

I smiled into his lips, and he continued to kiss me. "Your smile is my favorite flavor," he said, pulling away slightly.

My brain was the internet, and I had one thousand tabs open all the time.

He still did it. He still looked at me like I was all he saw, like I was the sun and the moon all wrapped up into one.

The prison of time called life.

To the final darkness of summer before the oncoming dawn, I whisper: “I don’t know anything.” I’m not thrilled by sex, and I’m not moved by love.

That's right, I, Human, Do not change. Thinking I can change is nothing but a delusion Trying to change without true reflection is simply foolish Human, Never, Change

here I thought this shit only happens in romance novels with Duskwalkers or blue aliens that have dicks down to their knees.

In the end, Min Soo compromised. She gave her son an American name followed by a Korean personal name followed by the family name. She named him Charles Jae Won Bae. She named her second son Daniel Jae Ho Bae. In the end, she chose both. Korean and American. American and Korean. So they would know where they were from. So they would know where they were going.

That's right. Your husband. I belong to you, Rim. Always. I don't want anyone but you. I haven't since the day you spilled pencils everywhere, in your lesbian sweater, and gave me a list of rules.

I escaped out of the pitch-black customs area, and in the darkness everybody merged with their bags and suitcases, fusing together like shadows worn thin; they looked like ghosts, passing through a station to the other world. Carrying backpacks and pushing trolleys, as though the weight and bulk of their luggage were a final, definitive record of who they had been in life, like a funeral guestbook.

I looked over at the others. "Anyone have tree-climbing issues?" Obviously Ash and I didn't. Daniel, Hayley, and Corey said they'd be fine. Chloe hoped she would—she had gymnastics training. Mr. Bae joked that it would be his first time in a couple of decades. Derek said nothing. "Derek?" "It looks like I'll be the guy doing the distracting. I'm not trusting a tree branch to hold me." "You're not playing decoy," Chloe said. She turned to us. "I'm sorry. I know that sounds like a cop-out, but he really can't. The last time we were in a fight against the St. Clouds, the orders were to tranq all of us except Derek. For him, it was shoot to kill. They don't trust werewolves." "I think they've calmed down," Derek said. "They've been watching us for months and haven't tried to assassinate me yet." Chloe put her hands on her hips. "And that's your definition of acceptance? Not going out of their way to kill you?"

She was a collector of lost souls. The forgotten, the bypassed, the most beautiful at heart. Rimmel saw beauty no one else saw, and even though how she made others feel was amazing, it was nothing compared to the way it made her shine.

The arms industry’s economic contribution is also undermined by the frequency with which its main players around the world – Lockheed Martin, BAE, Boeing, Northrop Grumman, and those closely linked to it such as KBR, Halliburton and Blackwater – are implicated in grand corruption, inefficiency and wastage of public resources. They are very seldom forced to pay any significant price for their malfeasance and are always allowed to continue bidding for massive government contracts.

Don’t say, just listen. When we got together, we became a unit. How you move is how I move, how I hustle, is how you hustle, and how you getcha money is how I get my money. What you go through, nigga I feel, and I’m not into allowing myself to hurt. If you wanna be the king of this drug shit, then it’s only right as your queen that I make it happen. Letting me handle this little situation isn’t gonna make you any less of a king then you already are. I can only add to you bae. I would never take from you.

Names are powerful things. They act as an identity marker and a kind of map, locating you in time and geography. More than that, they can be a compass. In the end, Min Soo compromised. She gave her son an American name followed by a Korean personal name followed by the family name. She named him Charles Jae Won Bae. She named her second son Daniel Jae Ho Bae. In the end, she chose both. Korean and American. American and Korean. So they would know where they were from. So they would know where they were going.

We have a god,” Mr. Park replied, “and his name is Kim Il Sung. You came here worshiping a different god, and that is a crime. And you say you came to pray for us, but I know you. Since you believe in a different god, you came to pray against us and against our Great Leader.

ROMEO: If there was one thing I’d learned over the past few years, it was life wasn’t easy. In fact, at times, it was f*cking brutal. Family was supposed to be the exception. Family was supposed to make life easier. It wasn’t always that way. Guess that’s why the six of us formed our own family. A family by choice and out of loyalty.

Tell me what you like, what you want to do.” “I like having a cigarette and a cup of coffee in the morning. And I like watching the rain through a big plate-glass window.” “Is that all?” “Yes, that’s all.” “What about what you want to do in the future?” “Oh, that? … I don’t think about the future. You said you don’t, either. All I think about is death.

Sleep drifted about over lukewarm waves, like an anesthetic leaching in through veins, seized by sleep's phantoms... held within sleep, on eye make a simultaneous record of what the other sees. Sleep, the soul's gelatinous component, the made-visible half-form of that which is unsee. Dreams and the embrace of dreams, which always stir up such sluggish, stunned sensations. This things that stimulates my sleep, the respiration and waves of dreams, waves of breath, and waves of water, that chord and note.

Burn me. Pour gasoline over me and set my body on fire. Burn me at the stake like a witch. Wrap me in garbage bags and toss me in the incinerator. I'll turn into dioxin and make my way into your lungs. Stroke my face lightly with a razor blade and suck the blood that comes seeping out. Lap it up like a cat. I want to be covered in blood. I'll cry out in the end and weep for fear of leaving this world without ever once discovering the me inside me, the ugly something inside me. The foul scent of burning hair. The heat.

It wasn't so different from 1978, and it wasn't any more or less memorable in comparison to 1998. The things that happened in 1988 had also happened in 1978 and would happen again in 1998. The people I met in 1988 were no different from those who bumped shoulders with me in the subway in 1978 and whose apathetic eyes met mine outside of a gas station in the middle of the night in 1998. They were family, and they were the unfamiliar middle class, and they were malnourished soldiers. They were each other's toilets and strangers and cliffs and crows and prisons. They were never anything more than who they were. Third person random.

Oh just kiss me Baethan!” I shouted, frustrated. This was taking too long. He laughed lightly. “Not yet.” I rolled my eyes. “Brat.” “Nay love,” he responded softly. His eyes met mine as he brushed his knuckles along my cheek. “Nothing is ever rushed with you. Every moment, every touch, every kiss…is an art form. Like a painter working on his masterpiece, I must be patient and precise with each and every stroke.” Oh my. “Bae, I want to feel your lips upon mine.” “You will,” he answered, “but this, this right here, is how a real kiss begins.” His hands brushed along my arms and upward, moving slowly as they skimmed passed my chest as light as a feather. Rising higher, his fingers brushed along my neck and tilted my head back, his thumbs anchored on either side of the bottom of my chin. “Close your eyes,” he whispered and I realized he was lowering his head, pausing just an inch from my lips. They parted, my breath accelerated as I awaited the tender touch of moist warmth that would follow. My eyes closed and I breathed, several seconds passing us by as if hours, until his mouth closed over mine. His lips parted as his tongue gently pushed through, briefly, and then he pulled away slightly as his teeth nibbled my bottom lip. He held my face in his hands, and pressed multiple light kisses all over my mouth until I moaned.

"If it's a outside deal, how will I get my kids back?" Kit asked. "The Cabals have them." Chloe and Derek's heads both whipped Kit's way. "You're considering this?" Chloe said. "I can get them," Dr. Inglis said. "We'll take Corey now, as a gesture of good faith from you. Then I will take Daniel for your son and Maya for your daughter." "Dad?" Derek said. Kit didn't answer him. He didn't even look over. Chloe looked from us to Kit, her blue eyes wide. "Y-you c-can't—" Derek leaped to his feet. "I won't let you do this, Dad. These kids came to you for help." I gaped at Derek. Even Chloe looked confused. I might have known the guy for less than twenty-four hours, but short of demonic possession, I couldn't imagine him saying that.

My Father mapped out the perfect blueprint for how to treat a woman. He caters hand and foot to my Mother. Even showers that love onto my sister. He never had to tell me how to treat my woman because his actions spoke louder. Did I cling to my woman? Absolutely. Being up under soft melanin skin pleased me. You want to read a book? Cool, what story we reading? Wanna go shopping? Take my card if you promise to model everything for me. Those females at work bothering you? Let’s get animated in the mirror and act like we about to tag team. Your period on? Baby, want me to rub your belly? You need me to get those diaper looking pads with the wings? How about some lemon ginger tea? What are your dreams? You want to sell weave? Let’s catch a flight to China or India and figure out how we can become wholesalers. You wanna make cute Snapchat filter videos? What filter do you want? Are they not liking your pics? Fine. I’ll blast you all over my page. Your Mother threatening to kick you out. Where you wanna move? Better yet, move in with me. Just focus on school and building your brand. I got everything else. You got finals coming up. Pick a tutor. Heck, can I pay for the answers to the quiz? You think those stretch marks make you unattractive? Come here and let me show you how much I appreciate your stripes of glitter. Do you want to go to Dr. Miami? Absolutely not. We going to the gym. Gym grown not silicone. We are working out together. Go ahead and hashtag us as #baegoals #coupleswhoworkouttogetherstaytogether. You want to switch the hair and get a tapered cut? Let me call my barber and see when we can go. Stressing and worrying? You keep hearing whispers while you’re sleeping? Nah bae, that’s not a ghost. That’s me praying for you.

The deeply flushed midsummer sunlight, the strong, clear alcohol filling a dirty glass, a goat tethered with a rope, the enormous sides of a glitteringly white modern building, the solemn melody of the national orchestra, the slender-necked actress who was performing on the stage, the arc of a rainbow which, after a sudden shower, fell to the earth like an arrow from between the clouds, a sheepdog pressed flat under the wheel of a car, a herd of stubborn goats bobbing their heads with profound indifference, blue cloth fluttering in the wind, designating something sacred, a swarthy woman looking down on the street below from a first-floor window, her exposed chest leaning out over the wooden frame, cat-sized rats threading their way around the legs of market stalls, unlit signs and display windows, a sombrely lit butcher’s fridge, each dark red carcass still buttressed with the animal’s skeleton, Banchi’s printing shop, on the ground floor of a temple on the main street in the city centre, there Banchi makes picture postcards featuring his own translations of Indian sutras.

In the past, people were vaguely fearful of photographs, believing the camera's exact reproduction of their own image would steal their souls. Not only did these images survive for much longer than their subjects, they were also endowed with an aura of magic the subjects lacked. A superstition, but one whose traces can still be felt today. People sense that the photograph captures an uncanny moment in the interstices of reality, enhancing reality's eeriness, the root of which is unknown, and fixing that moment in place like a death mask. Photography differs from the art of painting in that capturing or exposing such a moment happens neither at the will of the photographer nor the one who is photographed. What is photographed is a ghost moment, clothed in matter. Photography is the dream of comprehensive meaning. Each object has parts of itself that are invisible. This territory, which neither the photographer nor the subject can govern, constitutes the secret kept by the object. Unrelated to the intention of either photographer or subject, within the magic of photography dwells a still, quiet shock. Try to imagine our house one day when we ourselves are no more. Somewhere in that house is the ghost of us, which will pass alone in front of a blind mirror, revealing our own blurred image.

Smile Sir! Thanks Girls

This paper earns a goddamned bae-plus if you ask me.

So, first this bitch tries to get me killed and now this hoe raped my man. I got something for that bitch. Bae, let me get to the keys to your car.

Death was a very hard pill to swallow, especially when it’s your significant other. “Bae,

Y'all ain't the Murder Mamas and you sure ain't Miamor, bae.” Cedes looked insulted.

Who needs a bae when you have fictional characters to obsess over.

Even though we had just met a few hours ago, this little girl was really starting to win over my heart. After we left the mall, we headed back to the car. “Bae,

You killing me smalls.

I didn’t need the negative energy in my life right now. If it doesn’t make me happy, money, or advance my career, I don’t have time for it.

The Urban Word: John 13:7 "Yo' bitches be clueless like a babe in the hood on how I roll now, but later ya' gonna' get the skinny on wuts poppin', bae.

Nivia had seen enough and wanted nothing more than to get away from all these ghetto thugs and hoes.               "Well, bae, I am going to go and lay

While an Edwardian dandy might have wooed his dimpled darling with lovey-dovey terms of endearment, a modern Romeo might use a more contemporary line in flattery: ‘Bae, you is one cool, sick, mean bitch.

The scenes recurred at unpredictable intervals, crawling fitfully in between those that appeared later, and I felt aware of things which is was not yet possible for me to know; the lonesome and oppressive fantasies of that time, which were nevertheless filled with conviction, have not completely left me even now that time has passed and I am utterly unable to tell whether these discontinuous images that, ever since that day, have come back to me for a time and calmly possessed me before once again fading away, are purely the constructs of my imagination, dreams dreamed in a waking state, sights that I saw a long time ago, or sights from the future that, upon encountering, I would feel that I had seen before.

He was livid like someone had slapped his bald headed grandma.

You sure he ain’t gay? Cause I mean you stay curving these niggas cause of Granddaddy long legs.

Fuck Anthony ole geriatric ass! You need to forget about paw paw and get with your zaddy. Trust me, it will be well worth it.” “How

And his ass needs to drop the fuck out too,” Xaveria insisted. “Bruh, I don’t mean any harm, but NuNu is the last person that needs to be trying to dress anybody. Hell Stevie Wonder wouldn’t even let that nigga dress him,” Quincy laughed. “Well how about you let me and Xaveria plan the wedding and you and NuNu can plan the baby shower?” I threw out there.

See, Naija made that promise but I didn’t say a word. When Keci turned that camera on I damn near slid out the bed I laughed so hard. I swear to God she looked just like Fire Marshall Bill from In Living Color. “Damn!” “Babe, don’t do that,” Naija scolded me knowing damn well she wanted to laugh. “It look bad don’t it?” Keci asked seriously. “Um, well, I mean what did you do?” “I left my relaxer in too long.” “How long is too long?” Naija questioned. “Looks like she slept in that bitch,” I mumbled. “Ouch! What I do?” Naija

What you need to do is throw that shit in the garbage and stop disrespecting them damn animals.

Shit, if you don’t tell her then I will. I don’t need nobody thinking you my man. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not Saweetie and you are not my type. Besides that would be incest and that’s nasty as hell,” Zoie clarified.

Bae, before I know your body I want to know your bookshelf !

BAE~ Be Amazing Everyday

Mantis you are my bae and you know it

Bae for every step that you take in your life, remember, I’m right behind you, always there with you MaSibanda

So how about we just say Neighbor Bae has killed the entire game?” Tammy asked, looking over my shoulder at the note. “Neighbor bae won the championship.” Quaya remarked. “He had your place cleaned up and replaced all of your stuff. You better be nice to that man.” They

The memories still seemed to haunt me at a moment's notice.

Cause, you know. Reasons.

You may be half the size of my son, but your strength matches his.

I was stronger. Not healed. I would never be "healed." I didn't think there was such a thing for a person who'd lost a child. It was simply learning to live incomplete.

Sometimes the worst insults are the ones that prey on our deepest fears.

Quiet Romeo was a scary Romeo. It was like the calm before the storm. Or an empty football stadium.