Eveline Quotes

I love you, Eveline," he whispered, though he knew she could not hear him. "Somehow, I'll make you hear me and you'll know that I love you as fiercely as it's possible for a man to love a woman.

There were many beautiful vipers in those days and she was one of them. ("Eveline's Visitant")

Graeme leaned down and pressed his lips to Eveline’s cool forehead. “Come back to me,” he whispered. “I’m waiting, Eveline.

All I knew was that I couldn’t let her fall. And maybe that makes me stupid, maybe it makes me weak. Maybe she’s manipulated me into becoming something I never wanted to be. Whatever the case, I don’t care. Because she’s changed me fundamentally. Irrevocably. And there’s no going back. I don’t love Eveline in spite of her flaws. I love her because of them.

Derevaun Seraun! Derevaun Seraun!” (“The end of pleasure is pain!”)

My mother was Eveline Hartford,” said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. “So as you know, she simply adored chairs.

Pessimism is a luxury of good times. In difficult times, pessimism is a self- fulfilling, self-inflicted death sentence.

Fool. He's as bad as Watson, trying to throw himself in harm's way for the sake of the Great Detective.

My mother was Evelin’s Hartford,” said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. “So you know, she simply adored chairs.

What's the use of a lague of nations if it's to be dominated by Great Britain and her colonies?" said Mr. Rasmussen sourly. "But don't you think any kind of a league's better than nothing?" said Eveline. "It's not the name you give things, it's who's getting theirs underneath that counts," said Robbins. "That's a very cynical remark," said the California woman. "This isn't any time to be cynical." "This is a time," said Robbins, "when if we weren't cynical we'd shoot ourselves.

All the seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing her into them: he would drown her.

I don’t love Eveline in spite of her flaws. I love her because of them.

I’ve never thought about the word much, but the guilt I feel for every single thing involving Eveline is a tornado, whirling quick and strong, destroying everything it touches. And then it compounds because I know, without a doubt, if I went back and had a chance to do it all over, I wouldn’t change a thing.

Now, I believe the best way for you to learn is immersion and since we can't teleport you all to France," he grinned at me, and there were once again sighs from the girls. "I'll be speaking only in French and will expect you to do the same. Is anyone here already proficient in the language?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He knew darn well I was fluent in French and several other languages. "Eveline, I believe your dad mentioned at dinner the other night that you are?" What was he doing? "Umm. Yes-" He shook his head at me. "En français s'il vous plait." More sighs from the class. I clenched my jaw and spoke rapidly. "Oui, Monsieur Smith. Je parle français. Qu'est-ce que tu veux?" Yes, Mr.Smith. I speak French. What do you want? His eyes smoldered and caressed my face as he delivered his swift reply, "Je veux plus de toi que vous imaginez, ma petit lueur.

I extended my hand to Chase, "Eveline Sophia Fallon, daughter of Brennan and Mina, sister of Gaurdian and supposedly the One." His chuckle was low and sexy and caused a tremor to course through me. I fought to keep my hand steady so he wouldn't see the way he affected me. Liam stiffened beside me but for once said nothing. Chase inclined his head haughtily, playing along. "Chase Andrew Alexander err...Smith, at least for now. Son of Gabriel, elder brother of Guardian and Jennavieve. No relation to the, 'supposed' One. Thank goodness," he grinned wickedly then bowed slightly.

This book is a very enjoyable read - I read it in a weekend. Eveline Maedel

I didn't know that I could love until you. And you're not perfect, okay? You piss me off and you do things I never thought I'd be alright with, and you're moody as hell. You're actually the furthest fucking thing from perfect l've ever seen. But Eveline... you're perfect for me.

İşi zordu -hayatı zordu- ama şimdi tam da bırakıp gitmek üzereyken o kadar da istenmeyecek bir hayat değil gibi geldi.

When they were all up playing in the nursery George caught something again and had monia on account of getting cold on his chest and Yourfather was very solemn and said not to grieve if God called little brother away. But God brought little George back to them only he was delicate after that and had to wear glasses, and when Dearmother let Eveline help bathe him because Miss Mathilda was having the measles too Eveline noticed he had something funny there where she didn't have anything. She asked Dearmother if it was a mump, but Dearmother scolded her and said she was a vulgar little girl to have looked. "Hush, child, don't ask questions. Evaline got red all over and cried and Adelaide and Margaret wouldn't speak to her for days on account of her being a vulgar little girl.

Todos los mares del mundo se echaron sobre su corazón. Él la arrastraba hacia dentro, la quería ahogar. Se aferró con la dos manos a la barandilla. -¡Ven! ¡No! ¡No! ¡No! Era imposible. En un ataque de furor sus manos se agarrón a los barrotes. Desde el medio del mar llego un grito de angustia: -¡Eveline! ¡Evy! Corrió hasta más allá de la barrara llamándola para que le siguiera. Le gritaron que continuara, pero él seguía llamándola. Entonces ella le mostró el rostro pálido, como el de un animal desvalido. Sus ojos no le dieron ninguna señal de amor o de adiós o de gratitud.

Conflict can explode when social pain becomes unbearable. When it becomes something worse than exclusion, when it becomes humiliation. Humiliation is “the nuclear bomb of the emotions,” the psychologist and physician Evelin Lindner wrote. That’s why it’s the third fire starter, following group identity and conflict entrepreneurs. Humiliation poses an existential threat that jeopardizes the deepest part of ourselves, our sense that we matter, that we are worth something. It is “the enforced lowering of a person or group,” Lindner writes, “a process of subjugation that damages or strips away their pride, honor and dignity.

Csodáltatok-e valaha üresfejű írót, aki mestere a nyelvnek? Nem. A magatok nyertes irodalmi stílusa tehát kezdődjön a fejetekben levő érdekes ideákkal. Keressetek olyan tárgyat, ami közel áll a szívetekhez, és amiről azt érzitek, hogy a többiek szívéhez is közel kell állnia. Ez az őszinte érzés, ne pedig a nyelvi játszadozás legyen stílusotokban a leghatásosabb és legcsábítóbb elem. Mellesleg nem biztatlak benneteket arra, hogy írjatok regényt – habár nem bánnám, ha írnátok, feltéve, hogy olyasmiről írtok, ami igazán közel áll a szívetekhez. Megteszi egy kérvény a polgármesterhez a házatok előtt tátongó gödör ügyében, vagy egy szerelmes levél a szomszéd kislányhoz. De azért ne térjetek el a tárgytól. Ami a nyelv használatát illeti: ne feledjétek, hogy nyelvünk két nagy mestere, William Shakespeare és James Joyce szinte gyermeteg mondatokat írtak, amikor tárgyuk a lehető legmélyebb volt. „Lenni vagy nem lenni?” – kérdi Shakespeare Hamletje. A leghosszabb szó ötbetűs. Joyce, legfickósabb hangulatában, olyan bonyolult és csillogó mondatot tudott összerakni, mint amilyen a Kleopátra nyaklánca, de legkedvesebb mondatom Eveline című elbeszélésében így szól: „Fáradt volt”. Az elbeszélésnek ezen a pontján semmi más szó nem lehetett volna szívettépőbb az olvasó szemében, mint ezek a szavak. A nyelv egyszerűsége nem csak tisztességes, de talán egyenesen szent. A Biblia olyan mondattal kezdődik, ami jócskán belefér egy elevenebb tizennégy esztendősnek az íróképességébe: „Kezdetben teremtette Isten az eget és a földet.

I have a secret to tell you... A secret that I have kept for many years... A dark, dangerous secret. - Eveline Bell

She said, 'People don't know what they like until they hear it. And that is the magic of music. Every song is a possibility, and all it takes is the right chord or the right beat and the heart is hooked.

As they turned, she saw Graeme’s fierce expression, the anger and the worry in his eyes. He was propped up in bed, pillows behind his back and surrounded by his two brothers. But his gaze never left her. “Come here,” he commanded. With Nora’s help, she managed to walk to the bed, but her knees were shaking so badly, she feared she wouldn’t be able to remain standing. He reached for her with his right arm and pulled her down to the bed until she was perched against his thigh. “You will listen to everything they tell you to do,” he said. “You will do nothing but take care of yourself henceforth. Are we understood? Bowen has told me of your fall from my horse. God’s teeth, lass, what were you thinking, mounting that beast when you’re terrified of horses? He could have killed you.” He broke off, his chest heaving with exertion, but his eyes glittered with purpose. “You will go down and eat and then you’ll soak in hot water as Nora has directed. Then you are to return to this chamber and to me so that Nigel can properly examine you. Afterward you will rest until I grant permission for you to rise from this bed, and if you give any argument, I’ve given permission to Bowen and Teague to do whatever is necessary to ensure you follow my orders.” Eveline’s eyes widened and then to her further befuddlement Graeme pulled her roughly to him and kissed her hard and deep.

Eveline the cow meanwhile stood looking at us. Her jaw went regularly around in circles and stuff fell silently from her butt.

Segíthet-e rajtam a te igazságod? Minden bizonnyal. De van-e bennem elég erő, gerinc, kívánság,kíváncsiság, hogy megtaláljam a helyes utat a bennem lakó igaz ember felé? De kitől kérdezzem én ezt? Egy senkitől, aki soha nem akart valaki lenni, miközben végig valaki volt, másvalaki, mint aki itt belül lakik.

... a művész nem attól művész, hogy tökéletesen képes valamit ábrázolni, hanem éppen attól, hogy nem képes erre.

A fogamzásgátlótól sok nő félt, nem merte beadatni magának, mert attól rettegett, hogy majd terméketlennek tartják, és elkergetik. Nem tudták eldönteni, mi a rosszabb: belehalni a szülésbe vagy a verésbe, elveszteni a gyermeket, vagy vele együtt éhen-szomjan halni. Az igazság az, hogy ezeknek az oltásoknak néha voltak kellemetlen szövődményei is. Nem tesztelték őket rendesen, illetve éppen most, és ezeken az embereken tesztelik. Egészen pontosan a világ szegényein.

Ez még nem is volt elég a szerencsétlenségből, amit sokáig kimondottan szerencsének gondolt, még szerelmes is lett egy nőbe, az egyetlenbe, akit az elmúlt közel húsz évben igazán megismerhetett. És most itt, a Kristálypalota előtti langyos árnyékban álldogálva arra kellett ráeszmélnie, hogy ez a figura itt sokkal inkább illene ehhez a nőhöz, mint ő maga.

... vannak olyan erős érzelmek, amelyek a szerelem fölött állnak akár, és amelyek éppen azért léteznek, hogy átírjanak passzusokat ebben a bizonyos könyvben, amelyet Sorsként emlegetünk.

... tudta, hogy az élet kegyetlenebb, mint a halál, mert az életet élni kell, míg a halált szinte észre sem vesszük, ügyet sem vetünk rá...

Hogy minden kapcsolatban az egyik fél jobban szereti a másikat, és hajlamos bármit feláldozni érte, és hogy nem bűn éppen annak a félnek lenni, aki befogadja ezt a határtalan szerelmet, még akkor sem, ha nem úgy viszonozza, ahogy éppen elvárnák tőle.

... a szegénység és a butaság közé hajlamosak vagyunk időnként egyenlőséget tenni. Máskor éppen ellenkezőleg. A szegénység és a lelki nemesség közé helyezzük ugyanazt a jelet...

... vannak az életben elérhetetlen dolgok, és olyan személyek, akiktől jobb, ha távol tartjuk magunkat, ha nem akarunk nekik ártani.

Every song is a possibility.

Mensen zijn bijzonder grappige wezens, honden en metaforen als Eveline kunnen ook erg grappig zijn, maar mensen zijn de enigen die door te lachen mensen aan het lachen kunnen brengen, schrijft Babs nog maar een diepzinnige gedachte op. Door te lachen wordt je in toenemende mate een mens.

Issues of meaning and purpose are all about the road we have to travel. Stories help us to gain a better understanding of life. By putting ourselves in other people's shoes, we can safely experience what it means to be afraid yet show courage, to lose yet be triumphant. Identification with a story activates the same parts of the brain that the actual experience would have fired.

This longing for explanation is timeless and universal. The common thread in these stories is that suffering rarely "is what it is." More often than not, protagonists have to face challenges on their path before they can come out the other end and achieve peace, light, love, or another form of victory.

Quand on parle du loup, on en voit la queue.

Qui se loue s'emboue.

She denied everything, not to convince him, for he had seen them, but from expediency and good taste, and to avoid painful explanations. Hippolyte Ceres suffered all the tortures of jealousy. He admitted it to himself, he kept saying inwardly, “I am a strong man; I am clad in armour; but the wound is underneath, it is in my heart,” and turning towards his wife, who looked beautiful in her guilt, he would say: “It ought not to have been with him.” He was right — Eveline ought not to have loved in government circles. He suffered so much that he took up his revolver, exclaiming: “I will go and kill him!” But he remembered that a Minister of Commerce cannot kill his own Prime Minister, and he put his revolver back into his drawer.

Autobus se rozjel a Evelin se opřela o uzel nějaké bábušky, který poputuje na Sibiř, stejně jako všechny ty ostatní obrovské bílé rance z prostěradel plné věcí nakoupených v Estonsku, které Rusové celí shrbení vláčeli na nádraží a pak směr Sibiř, a brzy tím směrem pojede i ona, tam ji pošlou, zuby jí skřípaly jako kolejnice a v tom skřípotu si protahoval záda strach, aby se na ni mohl vrhnout a zaseknout se jí do páteře jako železné hroty mykací škrabky, ale ještě ne, ještě ne, nejdřív domů, chtěla ještě vidět domov, než přijdou, a oni vždycky přijdou.