Ezel Quotes

It’s also about Oscar. Aiyana. Trayvon. Rekia. Michael. Eric. Tamir. John. Ezell. Sandra. Freddie. Alton. Philando. It’s even about that little boy in 1955 who nobody recognized at first—Emmett.

Pray to God, but row towards shore.

It would be easy to quit if it was just about me, Khalil, that night, and that cop. It's about way more than that though. It's about Seven. Sekani. Kenya. DeVante. It's also about Oscar. Aiyana. Trayvon. Rekia. Michael. Eric. Tamir. John. Ezell. Sandra. Freddie. Alton. Philando. It's even about that little boy in 1955 who nobody recognized at first--Emmett. The messed-up part? There are so many more. Yet I think it'll change one day. How? I don't know. When? I definitely don't know. Why? Because there will always be someone ready to fight. Maybe it's my turn.

Als ik me de wedergeboorte Gods voorstel, dan zie ik die niet in de mens. Het zou in een lam kunnen zijn, maar ik vind een ezel liever.

From my friend, Brig. General Ezell Ware, Jr., CA Nat'l Guard, Dec. Keep on going till you get there, then keep going.

Fairy tale? No. But I’m not giving up on a better ending. It would be easy to quit if it was just about me, Khalil, that night, and that cop. It’s about way more than that though. It’s about Seven. Sekani. Kenya. DeVante. It’s also about Oscar. Aiyana. Trayvon. Rekia. Michael. Eric. Tamir. John. Ezell. Sandra. Freddie. Alton. Philando. It’s even about that little boy in 1955 who nobody recognized at first—Emmett.

Zoeken naar het ware wil niet zeggen zoeken naar het wenselijke. Als men zich, om de angstige vraag:'Wat zou dan het leven zijn?' te ontgaan, net als een ezel met de rozen van de illusie moet voeden, dan zal de absurde geest, in plaats van in de leugen te berusten, er de voorkeur aan geven, zonder te sidderen.

Relationships takes two people. Not one person being faithful and another acting single.

It’s about way more than that though. It’s about Seven. Sekani. Kenya. DeVante. It’s also about Oscar. Aiyana. Trayvon. Rekia. Michael. Eric. Tamir. John. Ezell. Sandra. Freddie. Alton. Philando. It’s even about that little boy in 1955 who nobody recognized at first—Emmett.

Once upon a time there was a hazel-eyed boy with dimples. I called him Khalil. The world called him a thug. He lived, but not nearly long enough, and for the rest of my life I’ll remember how he died. Fairy tale? No. But I’m not giving up on a better ending. It would be easy to quit if it was just about me, Khalil, that night, and that cop. It’s about way more than that though. It’s about Seven. Sekani. Kenya. DeVante. It’s also about Oscar. Aiyana. Trayvon. Rekia. Michael. Eric. Tamir. John. Ezell. Sandra. Freddie. Alton. Philando. It’s even about that little boy in 1955 who nobody recognized at first—Emmett. The messed-up part? There are so many more.

Op het erf van de boerderij zag je soms de meest onwaarschijnlijke vormen van verbondenheid - de gans verliefd op de ezel, het katje veilig spelend tussen de poten van de vervaarlijke kettinghond. En op het erf van de mensheid bestonden vormen van verbondenheid die al even onwaarschijnlijk, en toch, voor de betrokkenen, nooit absurd waren.

De gemeenschappelijke stam van de taal [is] de menselijke stem, geworteld in de diepste lagen van het menselijk bewustzijn. Die stem heeft niet speciaal proza of poëzie voortgebracht ter wille van de administrateurs van de Nederlandse letterkunde.

I told them about my father, Ezell Shepard, who had gone into a Jim Crow army and fought, and had been wounded in France. He had suffered all kinds of humiliations just because he was a fourth-class citizen at home. When I finished, I told those tired, hungry children who needed to go to the restroom that in the final analysis, this whole operation at Bishop's depended upon each one of us. "Do you feel that we should go or stay? I want to have you think about it and make up your own minds as to what you individually want to do. This must be your decision." The waitresses, managers, policemen, and firemen had stopped and were watching the youth. My heart was pounding, and my eyes were heavy since we had been working on Operation Bishop's all night. "Let's vote," I said. "All in favor of leaving, say aye." Not one voice was heard. "All in favor of staying, say aye." Ayes range out all over the place. "Why are you staying?" They answered in song. Because: We shall overcome, we shall overcome, We shall overcome someday. Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe That we shall overcome someday. God is on our side, God is on our side, God is on our side today. Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe That we shall overcome someday.

Achter het doek, schilderde de ezel, Gustav Klimt.

De intelligentie van een aap, ezel, baviaan of rund kan evenmin worden vergeleken tot de Boktor.

him leap now, bargain and knives forgotten. Fip fluted a farewell, and Blade absently lifted a hand in response, his attention focused on the leashed energy all but vibrating through Ichys. She said nothing while they cleared the maze of stalls and merchants, and still nothing as they made their way through the twisting halls of Whispering Fear’s den. Once they’d reached Ichys’s alcove, she shoved him down on their shared nest of cushions and fabric, and closed them inside. He was fairly sure this meant neither attack, nor that he’d been found out, nor that she’d simply needed to mate, and so he waited, watching the surge of nerves and emotions ripple through her. “The simplest way to join a clan is by being taken as a mate,” she said, pacing in the small space, her eyes fixed on his. “I would hardly call it simple, if done properly,” he demurred, wondering if she was about to ask him something formal. Wondering what he would say if she did. “No jokes.” She waved at him impatiently, paced two more paths through the alcove, then came to a stop and took a breath. “I’m pregnant.” Shock struck, his every claw briefly extended, ears flattened in confusion. He stared back at her for several long moments, not a single thought moving through his usually busy mind. Then he realized the import, and moved, launching across the room, stopping just short of her, and winding his body around hers. “I did it all to secure a life with Whispering Fear,” he said in her ear, taking the buffet of her front leg against his head as his due for such a ridiculous comment. He wanted, more than anything, to tell his dama, and to see Susa’s face brighten in that Human way it had when they had unbearably good news. The inability to do so, to not even discuss Susa with Ichys, made him want to leave the room, find Dirrys, and bury his claws

XVIII en acısını sevgilim en acısını tadayım istedin: en acısı buydu. XVII omurgamı aldın benim. omurgamı aldın. omurgamı aldın. omurgamı. niye? XIX Varla yok arasındayım Varla yok arasındayım Hep, varla yok arasındaydım. Zaten. Ben bilmedim ki niye teyelliyim, niye? Varla yok arasında Varla yok arasında Elimde bir kırık testi Elimde bir kırık testi Nereye bırakayım! XX Gitmek mi yitmektir kalmak mı artık bilmiyorum yerini yadırgayan eşyalar gibiydim ya ben hep ve inançlı, gitmenin bir şeyi değiştirmediğine. bilemem, belki bu yüzden ben sana yanlış bir yerden edilmiş bir büyük yemin gibiydim. beni hep aynı yerimden yaralayan o eve yine de döneyim döneyim istedim. XXI ah benim sesimle söylesem de, inanmazlar benzemiyor çünkü bir dile. döndüğüm, döndüğüm ama döndüğüm döndüğüm bu sema sensin. dönnnnnnnnn düğüm. sen benim kara ömrüme vuran suyumu harelendiren sevincimdin. XXXV onu sevebileceğinin en yücesiyle sevdin. titreme daha fazla kalbim. bağışla kendini artık onu da bırak gitsin. bırak gitsin. o senin en ezel gününden kaderin sen onu nasılsa bin kere daha seveceksin. XXII günler öylece kendi kendine geçsin diye bir camın arkasında durdum bana dokunmasın hiçbir şey hiçbir şey yarama merhem olmasın iyileşecekse, hiçbir şeysiz iyileşsin diye bir camın arkasında durup akan hayata ve zaman baktım. bilirdim, biliyordum, biliyorum, bittiğinde, geçtiğinde, azaldığında sızı, iyileştiğimde, o saman tadıyla karıştığında; her şey daha acı olacak. XXXIII ne sanıyorsun? ne sanıyorsun? benim olan artık senin de kaderin: dağbaşı, oradaki yaralı ıssızlık.

Ik had, drie jaar oud, een huis-leeraar gekregen. Niet alleen dat men mij, om mijne eenzelvigheid, een bijzonder schrander kind achtte, maar dewijl over de straat een zeer arm onderwijzer woonde die veel kinderen had, lang ziek was geweest en nu behoefte had aan goed voedsel dat hij niet koopen kon, bracht mijne ouders tot het besluit dat ik mijne letters zou leeren. Ik zie dien leeraar nóg voor mij: een man als een magere muil-ezel, zoo van kop als van jagenden romp en oneindige, knokige leden. Aan hem is, evenzeer als aan mijn zeer geboeiden vlijt - ik leerde met ziekelijke gretigheid -, aan hem is een scherpe herinnering verbonden van gebraden vleesch op ongewone uren en aan eene bijzondere deftigheid mijner moeder. Zekeren dag had deze mij, ter gelegenheid van een geheimzinnigen Sinterklaas, ten behoeve van mijne lessen - zij hadden in de donkere achter-kamer plaats -, eene nieuwe lei gegeven, waar ik zeer blijde om was, want mijne moeder had er - wonderschoon docht mij, - een bloem-pot op gegriffeld met drie ontloken tulpen. Ik toonde de lei aan mijn meester; deze merkte mijn schroom-vollen trots niet, en veegde de tulpen uit met mijn sponsje en een beetje speeksel. - Mijn verdriet was onbedaarlijk: ik kreeg geen les dien dag. Zelfs als mijn moeder naar haar beste vermogen op de lei een nieuwen bloem-pot geteekend had, kwam een herhaalde tranen-bui mij overweldigen. Telkens herbegon mijn gehuil, dat mij van lieverlede als een behoefte was geworden. De nacht die daarop volgde, voor een goed deel slapeloos en koortsig, is de eerste van velen geweest waar ik mij verkneuterde in mijn verdriet, mijn verdriet overdreef...

Ga nu maar rap naar huis slapen,’ zei Sinter-Klaas tot Ceciliatje, ‘we brengen seffens het schip....’ Het kind ging naar huis, maar 't sliep niet, en zat onder den schoorsteenmantel met het kussen op zijn armkens, naar de nederdaling van het schip te wachten. De maan zag juist in het arm-triestig plaatsken. Hé, wat zag Ceciliatje ineens! Ginder op een blinkenden manestraal klabetterde het ezeltje omhoog, met op zijn rug Sinter-Klaas; en Zwarte Piet liet zich meeslijpen met den staart van 't ezeltje vast te houden. De maan ging open; een zacht groot licht viel in vonkelende regenboogkleuren over de besneeuwde wereld, Sinter-Klaas groette naar de aarde, trad binnen, en weer was het gewone groenmaneschijne nacht. Ceciliatje meende te gaan weenen. Zwarte Piet of de goede Heilige hadden het schip niet gebracht. 't Lag niet op het kussen. Maar zie! Wat geluk, het schip ‘de Congo’ stond daar, daar in de koude assche, zonder kneus of berst, glanzend van zilver, en wel voor 7½ centen witten wat smorend uit zijn twee schouwpijpen! Hoe kon het zijn! Hoe was dat zoo stil gebeurd?.... Dat weet nu juist niemand, dat is de kundigheid en 't glanzend vernuft van Zwarte Piet, en dat leert hij aan niemand voort.