Ga Quotes

I already explained this. I don’t like you. True, I don’t like most people, but I especially dislike you. I could start my own religion based on how much I dislike you.

I'm a free bitch baby

Are you in great physical pain, or is that your thinking expression?

Kenangan itu hanya hantu di sudut pikir, selama kita diam selamanya dia tetap jadi hantu, ga akan pernah jadi kenyataan

Now. Now, Annwyl. No need to curtsy. A simple nod of your head and absolute worship will be more than enough.

I am ashamed of anyone who has eyes and still can't see.

Dobar čovjek vidi dobrotu u svakome, a loš vidi u svemu zlo. Nemoj svoj duševni mir narušavati tako što ćeš razmišljati o nedostacima drugih. Ako te neko povrijedi, prijeđi preko toga. I budi kao Ruža koja daje miris svima, a ne samo dobrima, ili Drvo koje daje hlad i onome koji želi da ga sasiječe.

Dagmar knew there were worse things in this world than pretending to be a caring, demure woman. For instance, actually being a caring, demure woman.

Really, Fearghus. You need to stop asking me to let you kill our family.

Legends were not only for the desperate. Legends were for the brave. (Soren)

Nippulu chimmukuntu ningiki ne yegiripothe nibidascharyam tho veeru, Nethuru kakkukuntu nelaku ne ralipothe nirdakshinyam ga veere!!

It's hard knowing who to trust with your personal life. When you cry in your room at night, you don't always know who to call.

Plan je O. K. Samo ga se događaji zbog nečeg ne drže.

Reading keeps you from going ga-ga.

Otići ću da te ne mrzim da mi postane svejedno. Rasuo sam tvoj lik po dalekim putevima razneće ih vjetar i sprati kiše nadam se. U meni će ga potrti pozlijedenost.

Ne znam s kim se vi družite, ali ja već više meseci, kako sednem za neki sto, čujem kukanje. Žale se ljudi na dinar, na cene, na penzije, na situaciju ovde ili tamo, na mlade, na stare... I kukaju... Sve mi je dosadnije, zato, da se viđam i da se srećem. Pa mi je lepše da se zatvorim u svoju sobu...da prelistam neku poštenu knjigu i da još malo verujem, đavo ga odneo, da na svetu ima i lepih stvari... A ima ih. Verujte

And Annwyl. Remember what I told you." "Protect my right side?" "No." "Feint with my left?" "No." "Nice ass?" "No!" His growl of annoyance only elicited a sweet chuckle from his woman. "Watch my rage, heart of my heart?" "Condescending cow.

I’m Queen Rhiannon, but you can call me Queen Rhiannon.

It was those damn wool socks. He didn’t realize he loved her until she told him about out-negotiating a god of war—the most haggle-loving of the gods—with socks!

Život je širi od svakog propisa. Moral je zamisao, a život je ono što biva. Kako da ga uklopimo u zamisao, a da ga ne oštetimo? Više je štete naneseno životu zbog sprječavanja grijeha, nego zbog grijeha.

She started it,” Briec stated before holding his “perfect” daughter out to Talaith and announcing, “She looks to need nourishment. Unleash your breasts for her.

... gay marriage rights coming and going, always being an issue for the voting public when it should be an individual‘s private choice.

You want me to be honest with you?” Vigholf snapped. “You want me to tell you why I have my hungry face as you call it? Because of you. Because I’m hungry for you. If there’s anything I want to eat—it’s you.” Rhona stepped back, hands on hips, and accused, “You cannibalistic bastard!”

Pita mene Amerikanac šta ti je to dunjaluk, ja ga pogledam, stvarno mu ne znam naći neku englesku riječ, nasmijem se i kažem mu - to ti je, moj novinaru, nešto kao all over the world. Nekome je all over the world od Baščaršije do Marijindvora, a nekome je oko zemaljske kugle.

Well? What do you think? I think you’re the most amazing female I’ve ever met. And I would like to fuck you all night long. Bend over. What do I think about what? She sighed. Typical male.

What are we doing with him?" Briec asked eagerly. "Are we throwing him out a window? Let's throw him out a window! Or off the roof!

Ma, ne idem ja ispred svog vremena. Moje vreme ide iza mene. U tome je nesporazum. Ipak, sačekaću ga još malo. Još samo malo, onda odoh...

Zavolio sam ga, znam po tome što mi je postao potreban, što nisam zamjerio ničemu ma šta da je rekao i učinio, i što mi je sve njegovo postalo važno. Ljubav je valjda jedina stvar na svijetu koju ne treba objašnjavati ni tražiti joj razlog.

I think there are different kinds of fame. There's fame which is plastic and about paparazzi and money and being rich, and then there's the fame, which is when no one knows who you are but everyone wants to know who you are.

They did not hear Grimble, as he lay dying, chant in the true voice of the Boreal Owl, in tones like chimes in the night, an ancient owl prayer, “I have redeemed myself by giving belief to the wings of the young. Blessed are those who believe, for indeed they shall fly."

I’ve grown ridiculously fond of you, and I’m not sure I can ever forgive you for that.” -Rhona

You really don't need to be a celebrity or have money or have the paparazzi following you around to be famous.

Uvijek imaš izbora. Kažeš da ga nemaš, ali to samo znači da si izabrao da te sudbina gazi. Tako se ne moraš osjećati odgovornim ni za što.

Fearghus entered what he now considered her chamber, but immediately ducked the book flung at his head. Clearly she’d been waiting for him. And she was not happy. “He’s the one supposed to be helping me,” she roared at him. “Did you just throw a book at me? In my own den?” “Yes. And I’d throw it again!” Fearghus scratched his head in confusion. He’d never met a human brave enough—or stupid enough, depending on your point of view—to challenge him. “But,” he croaked out, amazed, “I’m a dragon.” “And I have tits. It means nothing to me!

I’m off duty, cousin, which by Cadwaladr law means I can beat you ugly.

Your cold, inflexible heart makes me burn to be inside you.” “Charmer.

A name isn't a person,' Ga said. 'Don't ever remember someone by their name. To keep someone alive, you put them inside you, you put their face on your heart. Then, no matter where you are, they're always with you because they're a part of you.

Gwenvael looked down at his body. Horrified, he sat up. “What is this? What’s happened to me?” “Calm down. It’ll heal quick enough, I’m sure.” “Heal? I’m hideous!” “You’re alive.” “Hideously alive!” He covered her face with his hands. “Don’t look at me! Look away!” “Stop it!” She pulled at his hands. “Have you lost your mind?” Gwenvael dropped back to the bed, turned his face toward the wall. “You know what this means, don’t you?” “Gwenvael—” “I’ll have to live alone, at the top of a castle somewhere. I’ll hide from the daylight and only come out at night.” “Please stop this.” “I’ll be alone but not for long because you’ll all want me more. You’ll lust for the beautiful warrior I once was and pity the hideous creature I’ve become. Most importantly, you’ll want to soothe my pain.” He looked at her again. “Don’t you want to soothe my pain? Right now? Without that dress on?” “No. I do not.” Dagmar tried to stand, and Gwenvael caught her hand, pulling her back down. “You can’t leave me. I’m tortured and brooding. You need to show me how much you adore me so I can learn to love myself again.” “You’ve never stopped loving yourself.” “Because I’m amazing.

Normally, I’d lie and connive and do whatever necessary to make you take me into the south.” “But …” More tears began to flow. “But that thing …” “Thing? What thing?” “That thing … in one’s head … that tells you when something would be wrong to do. It won’t let me do it.” Feeling a sudden high level of annoyance, Gwenvael carefully asked, “Do you mean your … conscience?” Her tears turned into hysterical sobs, and she went down on her side, her head dropping into his lap. “Dagmar! Everyone has a conscience.” “I don’t!” “Of course you do.” “I’m a politician, Gwenvael! Of course, I don’t have a conscience. At least I didn’t. Now I’m cursed with one. And it’s your fault!” Somehow he knew that last bit would happen.

Fighting her smile, his sister reached over and ran her hand through his hair. “That, my sweet brother, is called heartbreak.” He glanced down at his chest. “Will that be a physical deformity?

Sumatra Sad smo bezbrižni, laki i nežni. Pomislimo: kako su tihi, snežni vrhovi Urala. Rastuži li nas kakav bledi lik, što ga izgubismo jedno veče, znamo da, negde, neki potok mesto njega, rumeno teče! Po jedna ljubav, jutro, u tuđini, dušu nam uvija, sve tešnje, beskrajnim mirom plavih mora, iz kojih crvene zrna korala, kao, iz zavičaja, trešnje. Probudimo se noću i smešimo, drago, na Mesec sa zapetim lukom. I milujemo daleka brda i ledene gore, blago, rukom.

I feel the reason we are all here, our purpose of being, is to help others find their little piece of happiness and heaven right here on earth.

Dagmar faced the Iron, quickly bowed her head. “King Gaius, I’m sorry about the confusion. I’m Dagmar Reinholdt, Vassal of Garbhán Isle and Battle Lord—” “And my piece of ass!” Gwenvael announced from the other end of the table while he dropped into one of the chairs. “So keep your grubby Sovereign claws off her.

We can't sit around discussing pure evil without tea and biscuits, Iz. It's just not done.

Ja uopšte mislim da najčudniji ljudi izgledaju vrlo konvencionalno, vrlo standardno. Jer čovek koji je zaista čudan iznutra, onaj koji je u dubokom nesporazumu sa svetom koji ga ne prihvata i ne shvata, ne oseća nikakvu potrebu da se ukrašava spolja, da privlači ičiju pažnju. Naprotiv! On želi da se sakrije. Ima li čudnijeg ljudskog stvorenja od Kafke, na primer, a on je gotovo čitavog života radio u jednom osiguravajućem društvu u Pragu, ne razlikujući se spolja od ostalih činovnika.

How long should a dragon of my stature be expected to survive without a warm, willing pussy at my disposal?

A legend, Kludd, is a story that you begin to feel in your gizzard and then over time it becomes true in your heart. And perhaps makes you become a better owl.

Dagmar tried to stand, and Gwenvael caught her hand, pulling her back down. "You can't leave me. I'm tortured and brooding. You need to show me how much you adore me so I can learn to love myself again." "You've never stopped loving yourself." "Because I'm amazing.

I’ll go talk to them,” Annwyl said. But she cracked her knuckles. “Right now.” Izzy cut in front of Annwyl, forced a smile. “Why don’t I talk to them? Daddy listens to me.” “You want my sword?” Izzy blinked. Hard. “No. I don’t think that’s necessary. To talk to my father and uncles that I adore.” “You want me warhammer then?

It means she's amazing - and terrifying. Annwyl kills without question, rules with an iron fist, and has little patience for anyone. She can be cruel , she can be loving, she can be heartless, and she can care too much... I can't explain Annwyl

I don’t like this,” his brother told him as they walked down the stairs. “You don’t like anything. I’ve heard you complain about the air.” “It irritates me when it whistles.

There is no greater power and support you can give someone than to look them in the eye, and with sincerity/conviction say, 'I believe in you.

Flutter like a hummingbird, Dive like an eagle, Ain't no bird that's my equal. - Twilight

So, Lord Dragon, what are your plans for this evening?" He adjusted his body awkwardly and the end of his dealy tail landed gently in her lap. "Well, I thought we could do that thing again." "That thing?" Annwyl desperately fought a smile as she ran her hand across the scaled tip. Its very edge shaped like an arrowhead and as sharp. She briefly wondered if teh dragon ever needed to sharpen it with a stone. "Do youmean talking?" "Yes. Yes. Whatever it is.

I didn't know dragons had hair. It's like a horse's mane." Fearghus snapped. To Morfyd's surprise, Annwyl didn't shy away from her brother and scurry across the room. Instead, she laughed, leaning closer against his body. "No need to get testy. I was merely implying that your kind was really meant to be beasts of burden for us humans. Just like horses. And centaurs." "Oh, is that all? Well, I apologize, Lady Annwyl. I thought you were saying something insulting.

Ne voli čovek jednog pisca samo zato što ga zabavlja, ili ga pred dileme stavlja, nego što ponekad slučajnošću otvara put njegovim sopstvenim idejama. Pomaže mu da se izrazi, sam sebe razume, aktivira mentalno. To može biti i suprotstavljanjem i prihvatanjem. U svakom slučaju, posredi je nemušti dijalog. Čitanje mojih knjiga zamišljam kao razgovor sa mnom, ne kao puko slušanje.

There's very little in my world that a foot massage and a thin-crust, everything-on-it pizza won't set right.

Postoje tri velike strasti: alkohol, kocka i vlast. Od prve dvije ljudi se nekako mogu izliječiti, od treće nikako. Vlast je i najteži porok. Zbog nje se ubija, zbog nje se gine, zbog nje se gubi ljudski lik. Neodoljiva je kao čarobni kamen, jer pribavlja moć. Ona je duh iz Aladinove lampe, koji služi svakoj budali koja ga drži. Odvojeni, ne predstavljaju ništa; zajedno, kob su ovog svijeta. Poštene i mudre vlasti nema, jer je želja za moći bezgranična. Čovjeka na vlasti podstiču kukavice, bodre laskavci, podržavaju lupeži, i njegova predstava o sebi uvijek je ljepša nego istina.

And then what are your plans?” Annwyl frowned. “My plans?” “Yes. Your plans. You take your brother’s head, your troops are waiting. What is the next thing that you do?” Annwyl just stared at him. He realized in that instant that the girl had no plans. None. No grand schemes of controlling the world. No plots to destroy any other empires. Not even the plan to have a celebratory dinner. “Annwyl, you’ll be queen. You’ll have to do something.” “But I don’t want to be queen.” Her body shook with panic, and he could hear it in her voice. “You take his head, you’ll have little choice.” “What the hell am I supposed to do as queen?” “Well . .you could try ruling.” “That sounds awfully complicated.

Who knows? Life may just be a Positive Conspiracy bent on putting us in the right place at the right time every living, breathing moment of the day. It just takes a certain kind of perspective to see this. Realizing this can put our "analyzer" on hold, our interpretive mind on "ga-ga" and our hearts on breathless.

She wasn’t part of it,” Addolgar cut in. “And she saved my life.” “Who cares about your life?” Bercelak demanded. Addolgar was silent for a moment before he replied, “I do.” Braith studied the dragon who sat next to her. “You had to think about that reply?” “Wanted to make sure it wasn’t a trick question, didn’t I?

Mi smo ničiji. Uvijek smo na nekoj međi, uvijek nečiji miraz. Vjekovima mi se tražimo i prepoznajemo, uskoro nećemo znati ko smo. Živimo na razmeđu svjetova, na granici naroda, uvijek krivi nekome. Na nama se lome talasi istorije kao na grebenu. Otrgnuti smo, a neprihvaćeni. Ko rukavac što ga je bujica odvojila od majke pa nema više ni toka, ni ušća, suviše malen da bude jezero, suviše velik da ga zemlja upije. Drugi nam čine čast da idemo pod njihovom zastavom jer svoju nemamo. Mame nas kad smo potrebni, a odbacuju kad odslužimo. Nesreća je što smo zavoljeli ovu svoju mrtvaju i nećemo iz nje, a sve se plaća pa i ova ljubav. Svako misli da će nadmudriti sve ostale i u tome je naša nesreća. Kakvi su ljudi Bosanci? To su najzamršeniji ljudi na svijetu, ni s kim se istorija nije tako pošalila kao sa Bosnom. Juče smo bili ono što danas želimo da zaboravimo, a nismo postali ni nešto drugo. S nejasnim osjećajem stida zbog krivice i otpadništva, nećemo da gledamo unazad, a nemamo kad da gledamo unaprijed. Zar smo mi slučajno tako pretjerano meki i surovi, raznježeni i tvrdi. Zar se slučajno zaklanjamo za ljubav kao jedinu izvjesnost u ovoj neodređenosti, zašto? Zato što nam nije svejedno. A kad nam nije svejedno znači da smo pošteni. A kad smo pošteni, svaka čast našoj ludosti !

Adjusting her frames, Dagmar said, “It’s time for you to stop talking.” “I don’t want to.” “But you will stop talking.” “We’re on my territory now, Beast. You can’t strut around here and pretend you rule all—” “Quiet.” “But—” She raised her right forefinger. “She—” Dagmar raised that damn forefinger higher. “It’s just—” Now she brandished both forefingers. “Stop.” He gave Dagmar his best pout, which she completely ignored, turning her back on him to again face Annwyl. “Think there might be some place private we can talk, my lady?” Gwenvael’s mouth dropped open. “Did you just dismiss—” Dagmar held up that damn forefinger again but didn’t even bother to look at him when she did. Annwyl’s grin was wide and bright. A smile Gwenvael hadn’t seen from her in far too long. “Right this way, Lady Dagmar.” “Thank you.” Dagmar brusquely snapped her fingers at Gwenvael. “And don’t forget to bring my bags up once I get a room, Defiler.” Annwyl fairly glowed as she followed Dagmar from the room, her smile growing by the second. Gwenvael faced his sister. “It’s Ruiner, which is a vast difference.So get it right!” he yelled at the empty doorway.

Blood hardly defines one's character. We are made by our actions, not our blood. - Soren

Take deep slow breaths,” it told her. “It will calm you.” Calm her? Slow breaths? Instead she sucked in a breath to tell it to go to hell, but ended up sending her late-night snack spewing across the dragon’s foot. Staring down, it muttered, “Oh, that’s just vile.” Talaith’s eyes narrowed and suddenly she found her voice. “And yet, I feel remarkably better,” she sneered.

A bored Gwenvael is an entire town destroyed accidently.

How’s your father?” “How do you think he is? You stabbed him in the foot.” “I would have aimed for his heart, but I wasn’t sure he actually had one. Do any of you have one?

You bastard! Let me down!" "Not on your life, beauty." The godlen claw gripped her tighter. "You get hurt, he'll kill me. Now quiet. I'm trying not to vomit." --Gwenvael to Annwyl

I'm sorry. The Truth is.... I'm an Otaku. - Serinuma Kae

The men watched as Annwyl the Bloody took a stand against something from their darkest nightmares. Too afraid to fight, but too terrified for their leader to run away. And then Brastias saw the girl do something he would never forget. She kicked the beast. Right in the knee. Brastias and Danelin exchanged glances. “Well, you always thought she was insane,” Brastias offered. “I didn’t think I was right.” “You lying toe-rag!” she yelled up at him. “Let me explain.” “Go to hell!” “Annwyl.” “No!

All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of one single candle -St. Francis of Assisi

Hysterical laughter. Why did he keep hearing hysterical laughter? Fearghus opened one eye to stare at his two siblings. The were practically falling over each other they were laughing so hard. They woke him up from a sound sleep for this? "What?" His current mood wouldn't allow for this. And definitely wouldn't allow for him. Gwenvael choked out an answer. "She braided your hair, brother." "Like a horse's mane," his sister added.

I am ashamed of anyone who has eyes and still cannot see. (Mrs. Plithiver)

Otulissa swelled up to twice her normal size. 'Well, SPRINK ON YOUR SPRONK!

Gods, Annwyl. What’s wrong?” Morfyd demanded. Green eyes turned to them and Annwyl sneered, “Nothing. I just wanted the two of you to shut up. You’re going to make us look bad in front of the barbarian!

Do you not listen to our daily meetings about the state of your lands?” “Of course I don’t. They’re dead boring.” “Not everything can involve bloodshed, Annwyl.” “Can’t you come get me when there is bloodshed? Otherwise just leave me alone to read.

Before meeting you, I didn't know what it was like to feel lonely. I never even considered myself to be alone. That's because when you feel lonely, it means that there is someone for you to miss.

He smiled at her. “Now, are you going to thank me properly?” “I said ‘thank you.’ That’s considered in some cultures as thanking you properly.” “I was hoping for a little more than that.” She studied him for a long moment before she nodded. “All right.” She scooted down a bit on the bed, pulled her gown up high on her thighs, and relaxed back into the mattress. “If you could make it quick before the food gets here, that would be great.” Gwenvael felt a small twitch beneath his eye. He often got something similar right on his eyelid but only when he had to deal with his father. Apparently a new one had developed that belonged only to Lady Dagmar. “That’s not what I meant.” “I hope you’re not expecting me to get on my knees because I don’t think the healer—” “No!” Good gods, this woman! “That’s not what I meant, either.” “That’s always what men mean when they ask to be thanked properly.” “Your world frightens me. I want us to be clear on that.” He leaned over and grabbed her waist, lifting her until her back again rested on the propped-up pillows. “I’m unclear as to what you want, then.” “A kiss,” he said, pulling her dress back down to her ankles. “A simple kiss.

Um … I am Annwyl.” “Annwyl. Annwyl. I do not know an Annwyl. So, are you my dinner?” “No.” It took a step back. “No. I’m not dinner. Let’s never say that again. I am Annwyl of the Dark Plains.” The queen stared at it. “Annwyl of Garbhán Isle?” Still nothing. It sighed. “Annwyl the Bloody.” “You are Annwyl the Bloody?” It looked slightly defeated. “Yes.” “You are awfully tiny to be Annwyl the Bloody.” “I’m taller than most men.” “That simply does not impress me.

Čovjek nije drvo, i vezanost je njegova nesreća, oduzima mu hrabrost, umanjuje sigurnost. Vežući se za jedno mjesto, čovjek prihvata sve uslove, čak i nepovoljne, i sam sebe plaši neizvjsnošću koja ga čeka. Promjena mu liči na napuštanje, na gubitak uloženog, neko drugi će zaposjesti njegov osvojeni prostor, i on će počinjati iznova. Ukopavanje je pravi početak starenja, jer je čovjek mlad sve dok se ne boji da započinje. Ostajući, čovjek trpi ili napada. Odlazeći, čuva slobodu, spreman je da promijeni mjesto ili nametne uslove. Kuda i kako da ide? Nemoj da se smiješ, znam da nemamo kud. Ali možemo ponekad, stvarajući privid slobode. Tobože odlazimo, tobože mijenjamo. I opet se vraćamo smireni, utješljivo prevareni.

Did you see the way she ran out of here? Like I had the plague or something." "Who? The witch?" "Aye." "And this bothers you because..." "Well...it's rude." "Uh huh." Brastias growled at his second in command. "Shut up.

Sad sam shvatio: to je prijateljstvo, ljubav prema drugome. Sve drugo može da prevari to ne može. Sve drugo može da izmakne i ostavi nas puste, to ne može, jer zavisi od nas. Ne mogu da mu kažem: budi mi prijatelj. Ali mogu da kažem, biću ti prijatelj. Ali, bilo ovako ili onako, u njegovo prijateljstvo nisam mogao sumnjati. Zavolio sam ga, znam po tome što mi je postao potreban, što nisam zamjerio ničemu ma šta da je rekao ili učinio, i što mi je sve njegovo postalo važno. Ljubav je valjda jedina stvar na svijetu koju ne treba objašnjavati ni tražiti joj razloge. Pa ipak to činim, makar samo zato da još jednom pomenem čovjeka koji je unio toliko radosti u moj život. Pitao sam ga jednom, kako to da je baš meni poklonio svoje prijateljstvo. Prijateljstvo se ne bira, ono biva ko zna zbog čega kao ljubav. A ništa ja nisam poklonio tebi već sebi.

His affection for the human grew steadily by the day. Sometimes by the minute. And it wasn’t simply her beauty, but her utter lack of fear of everything and anything except her brother. She didn’t fear dying. She didn’t fear battle. And, most importantly, she didn’t fear Fearghus. She touched him. Ran her hands across his scales and through his mane. But it was when he covered her up with the fur and she sighed his name in her sleep, that he lost his heart.

Rhiannon readied her speech. The speech she’d given more than once over the years to Éibhear and, when they were much younger, to her older sons. The one that included things like: “I’m sure your father didn’t mean that.” “Of course your father loves you.” “No. He didn’t try to sell your egg to the highest human bidder.” “And of course, he never tried to kill you while you slept!

Feeling her strength return right along with her annoyance, Dagmar stepped back and raised her foot, slamming it down on the tip. “Ow! Evil barbarian viper!” He rose on his hind legs, his front claws grasping his tail. “You are aware this is attached to me?” “Yes. That’s how I knew it was taking liberties!

As he was forced to tell his father more than once, “I said I’d fight for my mother’s throne. I never said I’d die for it.” Then he’d add, simply to annoy the old bastard into one of his frothy temper tantrums, “Don’t you think I’m too pretty to die?

We are the owls of the weather chaw. We take it blistering, We take it all. Roiling boiling gusts, We're the owls with the guts. For blizzards our gizzards Dr tremble with joy. An ice storm, a gale, how we love blinding hail. We fly forward and backward, Upside down and flat. Do we flinch? Do we wail? Do we skitter or scutter? No, we yarp one more pellet And fly straight for the gutter! Do we screech? Do we scream? Do we gurgle? Take pause? Not on your life! For we are the best Of the best of the chaws!

He looked like you ripped his heart out of his chest, threw it to the ground, and stomped all over it while singing a jaunty tune.” Annwyl shrugged at Morfyd’s bemused expression. “I might have seen that look before on his brother.” “Perhaps when you stabbed our father?” Annwyl laughed. “No. Then he just looked proud.

(Ragnar just came back from the war.) Then Keita the Viper spun around and ran into his arms, hugging him tight. "This is all your fault!" she accused. "What is?" "How much I missed you! And I was shockingly worried about you. I actually cared if you were hurt or had been damaged in some way. She leaned back, squinted up at him. "You weren't, were you? Damaged?" "Not so that I won't heal." "Good." She rested her head on his chest. "Believe it or not, I don't know what I'd have done if something happened to you." Keita abruptly pulled back from him and punched him in the chest. "What have you done to me, foreigner? Well, let me make it plain that you'll not trap me in your evil web of amazing sex and unconditional love! I'm stronger than that!" And Ragnar sighed...loudly.

Talaith leaned forward, studied her youngest daughter. “You think you’re evil?” “Pure evil,” Izzy clarified, which got her a rather vicious glare from Rhi. An expression Dagmar had never thought the young, perpetually smiling or sobbing girl was capable of. “Why would you think you’re evil?” “It’s a feeling I have.” “No. Someone told her.” Rhi glowered at her sister. “I never said that.” “You didn’t have to,” Izzy shot back. “I know you.” “Well, who told her that?” Talaith demanded. And, as one, they all turned and looked at Gwenvael. He blinked, sat up straight. “I would never say such a thing to my dear sweet niece!” “You said it to me,” Talwyn snapped. “That’s because you’re not my dear sweet niece. You’re the rude little cow who threw a knife at my head.” “I wasn’t aiming for you. I was aiming for Mum.” “She’s right,” Annwyl admitted. “I just ducked behind you.” She shrugged. “Sorry.

Svakoga dana pronalazio bi po koju zaboravljenu Uninu stvarčicu, iz koje bi ga nasmešeno gledale njene srneće oči. Kada je jedanput istresao madrac, pronašao je tri ukosnice, napukli češalj sa srebrnim zvezdama, četvrt čokolade punjene kokosom i do pola popušenu kutiju "Marlboroa". U kupatilu je otkrio ljubičasti ruž za usne i vatu. Fetišista! Je li to sve što ostaje posle ljubavi? I šta, uopšte, ostaje posle nje? Telefonski broj koji lagano bledi u pamćenju? Čaše sa ugraviranim monogramima ukradene u "Esplanadi". Posle ljubavi ostaje običaj da se belo vino sipa u te dve čaše, i da crte budu na istoj visini. Posle ljubavi ostaje jedan sto u kafani kod znaka "?" i začuđeni pogled starog kelnera što nas vidi sa drugima. Posle ljubavi ostaje rečenica: "Divno izgledaš, nisi se ništa promenila..." I: "Javi se ponekad, još imaš moj broj telefona." I neki brojevi hotelskih soba u kojima smo spavali ostaju posle ljubavi. Posle ljubavi ostaju tamne ulice kojima smo se vraćali posle ljubavi. Ostaju tajni znaci, ljubavne šifre: "Ako me voliš, započni sutrašnje predavanje sa tri reči koje će imati početna slova mog imena..." Ušao je u amfiteatar i kazao: "U našoj avangardi..." Poslala mu je poljubac. Posle ljubavi ostaje tvoja strana postelje i strah da će neko iznenada naići. Klak - spuštena slušalica kada se javi tuđi glas. Hiljadu i jedna laž. Posle ljubavi ostaje rečenica koja luta kao duh po sobi: "Ja ću prva u kupatilo!" - i pitanje: "Zar nećemo zajedno?" Ovaj put, ne. Posle ljubavi ostaju saučesnici: čuvari tajni koje više nisu nikakve tajne. Posle ljubavi ostaje laka uznemirenost kad u prolazu udahnem "Cabochard" na nekoj nepoznatoj, crnomanjastoj devojci. Prepune pepeljare i prazno srce. Navika da se pale dve cigarete, istovremeno, mada nema nikog u blizini. Fotografije snimljene u automatu, taksisti koji nas nikada nisu voleli ( "Hvala što ne pušite!" - a pušili smo), i cvećarke koje jesu. Posle ljubavi ostaje povređena sujeta. Metalni ukus promašenosti na usnama. Posle ljubavi ostaju drugi ljudi i druge žene. Posle ljubavi, ne ostaje ništa. Sranje...

Dagmar turned when she felt a tug on her sleeve, a human male standing next to her. “Yes?” “Yeah, how much for the blonde?” Dagmar blinked, glanced back at Gwenvael and the three girls before asking, “Pardon?” “The blonde. How much for the blonde? The bigger one. Just for an hour or so?” Of course. Dagmar would never be one of the whores … she must be selling the whores. “Five coppers for an hour,” she replied. “Any more than that and it’ll cost you.” “An hour will do.” He reached into his pocket and handed her five copper pieces. She dropped them into her satchel, tapped Gwenvael on the shoulder, and said, “He’s bought you for an hour of sex. Enjoy.

This wasn’t what she expected. Never, in her wildest dreams. This... this was the Blood Queen of Garbhán Isle? Scourge of the Madron lands? Destroyer of Villages? Demon Killer of Women and Children? She who had blood pacts with the darkest of gods? This was Annwyl the Bloody? Talaith watched, fascinated, as Annwyl held onto Morfyd the Witch’s wrists. Morfyd — the Black Witch of Despair, Killer of the Innocent, Annihilator of Souls, and all around Mad Witch of Garbhán Isle or so she was called on the Madron lands — had actually tried to sneak up on Annwyl to put ointment on the nasty wound the queen had across her face. But as soon as the warrior saw her, she squealed and grabbed hold of her. Now Annwyl lay on her back, Morfyd over her, trying her best to get Annwyl to stop being a ten year old. “If you just let me—” “No! Get that centaur shit away from me, you demon bitch!” “Annwyl, I’m not letting you go home to my brother looking like that. You look horrific.” “He’ll have to love me in spite of it. Now get off!” ... “Ow!” “Crybaby.” No, this isn’t what Talaith expected. Annwyl the Blood Queen was supposed to be a vicious, uncaring warrior bent on revenge and power. She let her elite guard rape and and pillage wherever they went, and she used babies as target practice while their mothers watched in horror. That’s what she was supposed to be and that’s what Talaith expected to find. Instead, she found Annwyl. Just Annwyl. A warrior who spent most of her resting time reading or mooning over her consort. She was silly, charming, very funny, and fiercely protective of everyone. Her elite guard, all handpicked by Annwyl, were sweet, vicious fighters and blindingly loyal to their queen.

You ugly rat-faced birds. You call yourself a bird? You call yourself an owl? You ain't no decent kind of fowl! They call you Jatt? They call you Jutt? I'm gonna toss you in a rut! Then I'm gonna punch you in the gut! Then your gonna wind up on your butt! Think you're all gizzard! I seen better lizards. One-Two-Three-Four, You're goin' down, won't ask for more. Five-Six-Seven-Eight, You ain't better than fish bait... Nine-Ten-Eleven-Twelve, I'm gonna send you straight to hell. -Twilight

Night is done, gone the moon, gone the stars From the skies. Fades the black of night Comes the morn with rosy light. Fold your wings, go to sleep, Rest your gizzards, Safe you'll be for the day. Glaux is nigh. Far away is first black, But it shall seep back Over field Over flower In the twilight hour. We are home in our tree. We are owls, we are free. As we go, this we know Glaux is nigh.

Najviše volim njenu vedrinu. Puno joj je grlo smijeha, ima ga napretek, visi joj s usana, presipa se, zvoni njime kao na uzbunu protiv zle volje. Ništa joj ne može ni kratak trenutak tuge, tanka sjenka što brzo prolazi, nema na čemu da se zaustavi, nije hrapava, nije ranjava, nema ožiljaka, ne misli šta joj je život dao, a šta oduzeo, ne razmišlja da li ima razloga za veselost: vesela je. To je dar, kao i svaki drugi, nije njena zasluga što ga ima, već što ga krije. Smijeh joj ne traži razlog izvan sebe, on u njoj vri, i brizga, prirodan kao gejzir, neodoljiv, čist, ne opominje, ne upozorava, nije opterećen ruganjem, ni željom da se čuje, ni prazninom, ima svoju boju i zvuk, i širinu i neki naročiti smisao, liči pomalo na blagotvornu mudrost pretvorenu alhemijom njene nezlobive vedrine u lakoću što oslobađa. Ali, treba zaslužiti taj smijeh, to je njen poklon onima koje voli, ne zato što ga ona ne cijeni, već što se ne skriva. Smijemo se, koristim se tim njenim darom, a on se od tog ne iscrpljuje, postaje još puniji, nalazi odjeka.

Nacionalista je, po definiciji, ignorant. Nacionalizam je, dakle, linija manjeg otpora, komocija. Nacionalisti je lako, on zna, ili misli da zna, svoje vrednosti, svoje, što će reći nacionalne, što će reći vrednosti nacije kojoj pripada, etičke i političke, a za ostale se ne interesuje, ne interesuju ga, pakao to su drugi (druge nacije, drugo pleme). Njih ne treba ni proveravati. Nacionalista u drugima vidi isključivo sebe – nacionaliste. Pozicija, rekosmo li, komotna. Strah i zavist. Opredeljenje, angažovanje koje ne iziskuje truda. Ne samo “pakao to su drugi”, u okviru nacionalnog ključa, naravno, nego i: sve što nije moje (srpsko, hrvatsko, francusko…) to mi je strano. Nacionalizam je ideologija banalnosti. Nacionalizam je, dakle, totalitarna ideologija. Nacionalizam je, pre svega, paranoja. Kolektivna i pojedinačna paranoja. Kao kolektivna paranoja, ona je posledica zavisti i straha, a iznad svega posledica gubljenja individualne svesti; te, prema tome, kolektivna paranoja i nije ništa drugo do zbir individualnih paranoja doveden do paroksizma.

Gunaah ka bojh kiya hota hai aur aadmi apnay gunaah kay bojh ko kiss tarah qayaamat kay din apni pusht say utaar phainkna chahay ga kiss tarah uss say door bhaagna chahay ga kiss tarah doosray kay kandhay per daal dena chahay ga,yeh uss ki samajh mai Haram Shareef mai pohanch kar aya tha.Wahan kharay ho kar woh apnay paas mojood aur anay wali saari zindagi ki daulat kay aiwaz bhi kisi ko woh guna ah baichna chahta tu koi yeh tijarat na karta.Kaash aadmi kisi maal kay aiwaz apnay gunaah baich sakta.Kisi ujrat kay taur per doosron ki naikiyaan mangnay ka haq rakhta.Laakhon loagon kay iss hujoom mai 2 sufaid chaadarain orhay,kaun janta tha kay Salaar Sikandar kaun tha?Uss ka I.Q Level kiya tha.Kissay parwah thi?Uss kay paas kaun kaunsi aur kahan ki Degree thi.Kissay hosh tha?Uss nay zindagi kay Maidaan mai kitnay taleemi record toray aur banaye thay.Kissay khabar thi woh apnay zehan kay kaun say maidaan taskheer karnay wala tha.Kaun rashk karnay wala tha?Woh wahan uss hujoom mai thokar kha kar girta,Bhagdar mai ronda jata.Uss kay ooper say guzarnay wali khalqat mai say koi bhi yeh nahin sochta kay unhone kaisay dimaagh ko kho diya hai.Kiss I.Q Level kay nayaab aadmi ko kis tarah khatam kar diya tha.Ussay duniya mai apni auqaat,apni ahmiyat ka pata chal gaya tha.Agar kuch mughaalita reh bhi gaya tha tu ab khatam hogaya tha.Agar kuch shubah baaqi tha,tu ab door hogaya tha.Fakhar,takabbur,rashk,ana,khudpasandi,khud sataayishi kay her bachay hue tukray ko nichor kar uss nay andar say phaink diya tha.Woh in hi alaaishon ko door karwanay kay liye wahan aya tha.

Stranger, think long before you enter, For these corridors amuse not passing travellers. But if you enter, keep your voice to yourself. Nor should you tinkle and toll your tongue. These columns rose not, for the such as you. But for those urgent pilgrim feet that wander On lonely ways, seeking the roots of rootless trees. The earth has many flowery roads; choose one That pleases your whim, and gods be with you. But now leave! - leave me to my dark green solitude Which like the deep dream world of the sea Has its moving shapes; corals; ancient coins; Carved urns and ruins of ancient ships and gods; And mermaids, with flowing golden hair That charm a patch of silent darkness Into singing sunlight.

Ponekad mi se ucini da mi beze pod nogama putevi i daljine. I kadgod mi se dogodi da dospem u daleko, i stanem nasred njega i mislim: konacno, evo me; ako podignem oci, vidim da svako najdalje ima svoje jos dalje. Mozda je to i sreca. Mozda imam u sebi nesto duze od krajeva. Mozda imam u sebi toliko mnogo sveta, da se nikada, nigde, nec...e moci zavrsiti. Nije rec o zivotu, nego o njegovom dejstvu. Jer neke stvari se ne mogu saznati samo ocima. Postoje u meni mnoga, neverovatna cula. Cula vode i vazduha, metala, ikre, semenja,... Oni koji me srecu, misle da ja to putujem. A ne putujem ja. To beskraj po meni hoda. Od koje sam ja vrste? Znam jednu novu igru. Zaustavim se naprasno i ne micem se satima. Pravim se kao da razmisljam i da u sebi rastem. Cinim to dosta uverljivo. Dok imitiram drvece, neko sa strane, neupucen, stvarno bi pomislio da sam pustio korenje. Razlistavam se sluhom. Zagrljajima. Disanjem. Cak se i ptice prevare, pa mi slete u kosu i gnezde mi se na ramenu. Pravim se da sam trom sanjar. Nespretan penjac. Spor saputnik. Pravim se da mi je tesko da se savijam preko belih ostrica realnog. Pravim se da mi nedostaje hitrina iznenadnog skracivanja u tacku i produzetka u nedogled... Ja ne upoznajem svet, vec ga samo prepoznajem. Ne idem da ga otkrivam, nego da ga se prisetim, kao nekakve svoje daleke uspomene. Jer mnogo puta sam bio gde nisam jos koracao. I mnogo puta sam ziveo u onom sto jos ne poznajem. I mnogo puta sam grlio to sto ce tek biti oblici. Zato izgledam izgubljen i neprestano se osvrcem. A u sebi se smeskam. Jer, ako niste znali, svet je cudesna igracka. Moze li se izgubiti neko u nekakvom vremenu i nekakvom prostoru, ako u sebi nosi sva vremena i prostore?... Smeta mi krov da sanjam. Smeta mi nebo da verujem...