Ger Quotes

I want to wake up ev­ery day I have left to the warmth of your lips on mine, the sound of your voice singing next to me, the feel of your fin­gers on my skin and your heart beat­ing mu­sic with mine.

What if . . . what if . . . "What if it's a harvest camp after all?" says Emby. Connor doesn't tell him to shut up this time, because he's thinking the same thing. It's Diego who answers him. "If it is, then I want my fin gers to go to a sculptor. So he can use them to craft something that will last forever." They all think about that. Hayden is the next to speak. "If I'm unwound," says Hayden, "I want my eyes to go to a photographer — one who shoots supermodels. That's what I want these eyes to see." "My lips'll go to a rock star," says Connor. "These legs are definitely going to the Olympics." "My ears to an orchestra conductor." "My stomach to a food critic." "My biceps to a body builder." "I wouldn't wish my sinuses on anybody." And they're all laughing as the plane touches down.

DEAR DI­ARY You are greater than the Bible And the Con­fer­ence of the Birds And the Up­an­ishads All put to­geth­er You are more se­vere Than the Scrip­tures And Ham­mura­bi’s Code More dan­ger­ous than Luther’s pa­per Nailed to the Cathe­dral door You are sweet­er Than the Song of Songs Might­ier by far Than the Epic of Gil­gamesh And braver Than the Sagas of Ice­land I bow my head in grat­itude To the ones who give their lives To keep the se­cret The dai­ly se­cret Un­der lock and key Dear Di­ary I mean no dis­re­spect But you are more sub­lime Than any Sa­cred Text Some­times just a list Of my events Is holi­er than the Bill of Rights And more in­tense

Usu­al­ly, very ear­ly in the morn­ing. Ger­man la­bor­ers were go­ing to work. They would stop and look at us with­out sur­prise. One day when we had come to a stop, a work­er took a piece of bread out of his bag and threw it in­to a wag­on. There was a stam­pede. Dozens of starv­ing men fought des­per­ate­ly over a few crumbs. The work­er watched the spec­ta­cle with great interest. Years later, I witnessed a sim­ilar spec­ta­cle in Aden. Our ship’s pas­sen­gers amused them­selves by throw­ing coins to the “natives,” who dove to retrieve them. An el­egant Parisian la­dy took great plea­sure in this game. When I no­ticed two chil­dren des­perate­ly fighting in the wa­ter, one try­ing to stran­gle the oth­er, I implored the la­dy: “Please, don’t throw any more coins!” “Why not?” said she. “I like to give char­ity…

And while throughout the self same motion Repeated on forever flows The thousandfold o er arching ocean Its strong embrace around all throws Streams through all things the joy of living The least star thrilleth fond accord And all their crowding all their striving Is endless rest in God the Lord. - - - GER: Wenn im Unendlichen dasselbe Sich wiederholend ewig fließt, Das tausendfältige Gewölbe Sich kräftig ineinander schließt, Strömt Lebenslust aus allen Dingen, Dem kleinsten wie dem größten Stern Und alles Drängen, alles Ringen Ist ewige Ruh in Gott dem Herrn. Zahme Xenien VI.

Ger says that Kat has a tendency to push things to extremes, to go over the edge, merely from a juvenile desire to shock, which is hardly a substitute for wit. One of these days, he says, she will go way too far. Too far for him, is what he means.

Çawa bigihim te? Ger biheşt î, ji min re bêje, daku dua ji hemû xwedayan bikim. Ger dûjeh î, ji min re bêje, daku dinyayê bi gunehan dagirim. Çawa bigihim te? Ger welatekî dagirkirî yî, ji min re bêje, daku bo te alayekê ji postê xwe bidirûm. Ger wek min penaber î, sînorekî li dor min bikêşe, min ji xwe re bike welat. Lê bêje: çawe bikarim bigihim te?

mirov ger yek roj jî biçîte şerî, heya mirinê dê bêhna barutê jê hêt.” انسانی که حتی یک روز به جنگ برود، تا آخر عمر بوی باروت می دهد

And then her arms were around my waist and her head was against my chest. I put my forehead on ger shoulder and hugged her back. "I could never be mad at you for being who you are,

And then... well... certain thoughts begin creeping around. Will i ever ger control of my life? Will i always be shoved back and pushed around by those i trust? Will my life ever go where i want it to?

Ni ger oss skärvor av liv istället för livet. Jag vill inte bara smaka på allt utan att någonsin få njuta av en hel måltid.

mirov ger êk roj jî biçîte şerî heta mirinê dê bêhna barutê jê hêt.

There dwells a life in every star; With brother spheres it rolls afar Its self-elected, radiant way. Still throb within the great earth-ball The forces which conduct us all From day to night, from night to day. - - - GER: Das Leben wohnt in jedem Sterne: Er wandelt mit den andern gerne Die selbsterwählte reine Bahn; Im innern Erdenball pulsieren Die Kräfte, die zur Nacht uns führen Und wieder zu dem Tag heran. Zahme Xenien VI.

When glance turns To a sky-blue clear day, When the purplr-red sun Sinks low at sirocco, Here nature bestows glory, Joy, sound to eye and heart, And we find in color lore, The universal truth. - - - GER: Wenn der Blick an heitern Tagen Sich zur Himmelsbläue lenkt, Beim Sirok der Sonnenwagen Purpurrot sich niedersenkt, Da gebt der Natur die Ehre, Froh, an Aug und Herz gesund, Und erkennt der Farbenlehre Allgemeinen, ewigen Grund. Zahme Xenien VI.

My father gave my stature tall, And rule of life decorous; My mother my nature genial And joy in making stories; Full well my grandsire loved the fair, A tendency that lingers; My grandam gold and gems so rare, An itch still in the fingers. If no part from this complex all Can now be separated, What can you name original That is in me created? - - - GER: Vom Vater hab ich die Statur, Des Lebens ernstes Führen, Von Mütterchen die Frohnatur Und Lust zu fabulieren. Urahnherr war der Schönsten hold, Das spukt so hin und wieder, Urahnfrau liebte Schmuck und Gold, Das zuckt wohl durch die Glieder. Sind nun die Elemente nicht Aus dem Komplex zu trennen, Was ist denn an dem ganzen Wicht Original zu nennen? Zahme Xenien VI.

Güç ger­çekliği olduğu gibi görmekten ziyade onu değiştirmeye dair bir meseledir.

Do you trust me to escort you?… Not even a little… Very good, Miss Farrow. Now let’s ger going.

Ik denk dat ik vroeger erg veel tekortgekomen ben en toen maar heb besloten dat ik niemand nodig heb. En als ik dan niks krijg, dan word ik weer woedend.

Allt jag begär är att få stå här avvaktande och att du ger mig ett tecken inifrån mig, av dig!

Here’s a mnemonic device that might be useful. LEO the lion says GER LEO: you Lose Electrons in Oxidation GER: you Gain Electrons in Reduction

Världen ger en inte saker och ting, man måste själv ta saker och ting

Skratt på avstånd ger ingen lycka. Det gör bara avståndet ännu längre.

Ištroškęs prie šaltinio nesvajos. Jis gers, nors po to jį pakartų.

It's Christ­mas," he whis­pered. His wife smiled up at him, and her an­swer made his throat tighten. "No," she said softly, lay­ing her fin­gers against his jaw. "Christ­mas came three days ago.

Farsickness rough translation of fernweh (Ger): the opposite of homesickness. Imagine a love turned out as bread best cast to the rivers, feedings for smaller, far-flung things— fire-flights of stillness, forms alighting, then airborne, until the breeze begins to feel like hunger, the wayward sweep of desire— for the holy wheel rotating foot, breath, and earth, the pilgrim's chaff, frayed and heliocentric, in need of distance as a horizon of prayer to both call and receive.

A iubi pe cineva e ca și cum te-ai muta într-o casă nouă. La început ești îndrăgostit de tot ce-i nou, te minunezi în fiecare dimineață că-i casa ta, ca și cum te temi că, în orice clipă, poate să năvălească altcineva pe ușă și să spună că totu-i o mare greșeală și că, de fapt, nu ți se cuvine un loc atât de frumos. Apoi anii trec, fațada se scorojește, lemnul crapă pe ici, pe colo, și ajungi să iubești casa nu pentru cât de perfectă e, ci pentru imperfecțiunile ei. Îi știi toate unghiurile și ungherele. Știi cum să faci să nu se înțepenească cheia în yală când e ger. Știi care scânduri din podea se mișcă atunci când pășești pe ele și cum să deschizi ușile dulapului ca să nu scârțâie. Știi toate micile secrete care o fac căminul tău

Gamla Gnisten brände aldrig sönder det som fanns inom dem, lika lite som drogerna de injicerar dem med nuförtiden kan söva det. Det ger sig iväg, hoppar över till någon ny bärare, och vad vi gör är att döda skal som ändå inte är helt och hållet levande

Taxin kommer för snabbt och jag inser att jag inte har valt ut några böcker. Tanken på att stiga ombord på ett flygplan utan bok ger mig panik. Rätt bok kan vara ett slags guide, något som sätter tonen för resan eller till och med får den att byta riktning.

En liten hammare slår på någon av lådorna i mitt huvud, mycket påstridigt. Jag försöker dra mig till minnes något mycket viktigt. Men jag vet inte själv vad det är för någonting. Fröken Saeki återgår till att skriva och jag ger upp och går till mitt eget rum

Degenerates! Your fate is sealed! Cry woe! Don't hope you'll ever see the skies again! I'm here to lead you to the farther shore, into eternal shadow, heat and chill. And you there! You! Yes, you, the living soul! Ger right away from this gang! These are dead.

Bessant friend of the deceased, also an art dealer Malcolm Neilson artist William Allison Neilson’s lawyer Dominic Mann art dealer Eric “Brains” Bain detective, computer specialist Professor Gates pathologist Morris Gerald “Big Ger” Cafferty Edinburgh’s preeminent gangster

Am o pasiune înnăscută de-a contrazice.Toată viaţa mea nu a fost decât un lanţ de triste şi nenorocite contraziceri faţă de ceea ce-mi spunea inima şi mintea.Prezenţa unui entuziast mă umple de o răceală,de un ger al bobotezei şi cred că prietenia cu un om molatic şi flegmatic m-ar face să ajung un visător pasionat.

To have mastered "method" and "theory" is to have become a self-conscious thinker, a man at work and aware of assumptions and the implications of whatever he is about. To be mastered by "method" or "theory" is simply to be kept from working, from trying, that is, to find out about something that is going on in the world.

Nej, Den Barmhärtige, den Barmhärtiga ger inte bröd, ger inte bröst, ger inte vatten och varken nattläger eller samläger Hon ger inte, kan inte ge och däri är hon ärlig Den Barmhärtiga ger vad hon inte ger vad hon inte kunde eller ville ge Den Gåvan heter Avstånd O du, som är stor i kärlek du fanns där och du gick tyst förbi.

Ey Welat Dûrim Ji Te" Dîsa ji te dûrim welat Dil ketye gomanên dikûr Ger dûr û nêzîk bim ji te Her dem li ser te kûre-kûr Gava ji te ez dûr dibim Ne ko ditirsim ez ji şûr Divên çarekê bikin Ji ser te rakin pî stûr Tim dar bi destê dijmin e Em têne kuştin rengê mûr Kurên te ser xistin xewê Lê ez dinalim wek bilûr Kengî ji xew rabin gelo Yan kengî em dadin tenûr Divêm bi ser çiya kevin Dîsa bikn tev qûre-qûr Welat çiqas dûrbî ji min Di dil dibî pertav û nûr Ne bes Xumênî dijmine Dijmin pirin, nêzîk û dûr Wek baz cihê kurd tim çiya Dijmin di nav xan û qisûr Dibin piyên tanga de çûn Kal û jin û bapîr û hûr Birçî û tazî û reben Çarox di pê û mil bi tûr Derd û kulan dil kirye ron Ta ko Cegerxwîn bûye tûr.

Föräldrakärlek är den enda kärleken där det slutliga målet måste vara skillsmässa. En mor som sätter värde på sonens strävan efter oberoende och uppmuntrar honom att skiljas från henne när han behöver det ger honom mycket viktiga verktyg för att handskas med livet. När modern är villig att låta sonen etablera sin egen identitet genom att låta honom ta risker på egen hand och låta honom göra sina egna misstag, och ändå finns till hands om han skulle behöva henne, bidrar hon till att skapa en människa som har förtroende för sig själv och sin förmåga. Den förkvävande modern hindrar och begränsar i stället sonens utveckling genom att styra honom för mycket och få honom att känna sig oduglig och hjälplös.

Wat mij ook vaak opvalt, is de agressiviteit waarmee mensen hun zekerheden beschermen. Als ze 't zo zeker weten, wat kan ze dan schelen dat ik er anders over denk?

Zelfmoord heeft ze niet meer geprobeerd, want op het moment dat ze het ijskoude water voelde had ze gedacht: als m'n hart het maar niet begeeft

Het enige wat overblijft is de wetenschap dat alles comedy is. Uiteindelijk zal de eerste sitcom over Auschwitz gemaakt worden. Alles is een kwestie van tijd

Benim size bütün bir kış söylediklerimin bü­yük bir çoğunluğu da yalandı. Ama şimdi söyleyeceklerim ger­çek: Yavrularım, insanlar üç aylık bebekken, nedeni bilinmeyen hastalıklardan ölmeden de yaşayabilirler. Cüzzam, trahom bir alınyazısı değildir. Hiçbir şey alınyazısı değildir, yavrularım. Bu kadar. Benim söyleyeceğim gerçek de bu kadar işte. Hadi bakalım, dersimiz bitti dağılın.

If he had learned anything from his father’s fate, it was to win, no matter how you did it. It was not important if someone else was hurt, or killed. If you won, you would be forgiven anything. You could be taken from a stinking ger and forced through the ranks until a thousand men followed your orders as if they came from the khan himself. Blood and talent. The nation was built on both.

Nooit durfde iemand me werkelijk nader te komen, en dat was het enige waarnaar ik verlangde. Maar het ging blijkbaar niet. Er was iets om mij heen dat ik zelf niet zag, maar dat iedereen afstootte.

A man stood in a church and told people what was good and what was bad: they did not question what they were told, and lived their lives accordingly.  I often wonder what life would be like if we still lived like that today.

Bilbil û Gul Bilbilê dilkul dinalî, Her li ser dêmên gulê, Gul çi zanî ku li ser kê, Wer dinalî bilbil e? Pertewa dêmên sipî Carek li dil ku ew nedî Çend bikî qêrîn û zarî Kî dizanî dil kul e? Dilgirê wek bilbilê Herdem bi nalîn û girî Girtiyê benda evînê Dil li benda sunbil e. Dilbijê bê çare çibkî Bil ji qêrîn û girî Ê di benda dil revînê Kî dizanî bê dil e? Ev xem û derd û elem Ku min di dil de pir civîn Tev ji pêt û pertewa Şaha bi tac û sunbil e Ew kesê sewdan li ser Naçî rêza dilgiran Her çiqasî ew bi gazî Rengê dengê zengil e Ger ji dêmên sorgulî Pertew nedî nêv can û dil Nakevî nêv bend û dava Zulfê mest û fulfil e Ez di benda dilrevayê Tîr ji birhan têne dil Lêw me dil herdem bi destê Nazika reş-kakile Ew kesê carek diye Derdê evînê wî bi dil Jar û sergerdan û meste Xweş dizanî 'moşkil e' Pertewa dîdariyê Ku mêxolî ez kirim Laleş a min ser li ber Danî li sîng û paşilê Bûye çil sal ku cigerxwîn Bû ji tîrên ebriwan Lew me dermanê birînê Lêv û sêvên paxile

I half expected Stephen to turn the car around yet again, drive me to the police station and force me to make a statement. Of course, then I remembered – he wasn’t Mark. Or Pat. Or even Ger. He had never done anything except exactly what I’d asked of him. He’d never pushed. Never forced. He was the kind of man I’d always dismissed as weak. Certainly as ‘too nice’ for me. But now, suffused with gratitude at the sight of my building, and the quiet calm of Stephen’s presence, I realised I’d been an idiot. More of an idiot than I had ever previously realised.

Kära man. Välkommen till urvreden. Det du måste förstå är att det handlar om ett biologiskt uppror som riktar sig mot naturen. Man får inte förväxla det med allmän bitterhet, det vi har att göra med är ett blint raseri som ger eko genom själva tiden. Det du känner är inte bara din frus vrede, det är också hennes mors och hennes mormors och hennes farmors vrede, det är en öronbedövande åska genom hela släktled. Det är en kollektiv rädsla för att bli våldtagen, svindlande mensvärk, ensamma förlossningar och känslan av att ingen tackar en. Det är inte någons fel, men det är en börda vi bär på och vi kan inte alltid bära den i tysthet. Akta dig för urvreden. Ta den inte personligt, men ta den på allvar

A five-foot rattlesnake was sunning on another flat rock fifty feet away. It raised its mean wedge-shaped head and studied him. As a boy, he had killed scores of rattlers in these hills. He withdrew the gun from the backpack and rose from the rock. He took a couple of steps toward the snake. The rattler rose farther off the ground and stared intensely. Travis took another step, another, and assumed a shooter's stance, with both hands on the gun. The rattler began to coil. Soon it would realize that it could not strike at such a distance, and would attempt to retreat. Although Travis was certain his shot was clear and easy, he was surprised to discover that he could not squeeze the trig ger. He had come to these foothills not merely to attempt to recall a time when he had been glad to be alive, but also to kill snakes if he saw any. Lately, alternately depressed and angered by the loneliness and sheer pointlessness of his life, he had been wound as tight as a crossbow spring. He needed to release that tension through violent action, and the killing of a few snakes-no loss to anyone-seemed the perfect prescription for his distress. However, as he stared at this rattler, he realized that its existence was less pointless than his own: it filled an ecological niche, and it probably took more pleasure in life than he had in a long time.

One of the few entry points to the Baltic Sea, the Kattegat passage is a busy and treacherous waterway. The entire region is a maze of fractured islands, shallow waters and tricky cur-rents which test the skills of all mariners. A vital sea route, the strait is used by large container ships, oil tankers and cruise ships alike and provides a crucial link between the Baltic coun-tries and Europe and the rest of the world. Navigating is difficult even in calm weather and clear visibility is a rare occurrence in these higher latitudes. During severe winters, it’s not uncommon for sections of the Baltic Sea to freeze, with ice occasionally drifting out of the straits, carried by the surface currents. The ship I was commandeering was on a back-and-forth ‘pendulum’ run, stopping at the ports of St Petersburg (Russia), Kotka (Finland), Gdańsk (Poland), Aarhus (Denmark) and Klaipėda (Lithuania) in the Baltic Sea, and Bremerhaven (Ger-many) and Rotterdam (Netherlands) in the North Sea. On this particular trip, the weather gods were in a benevolent mood and we were transiting under a faultless blue sky in one of the most picturesque regions of the world. The strait got narrower as we sailed closer to Zealand (Sjælland), the largest of the off-lying Danish islands. Up ahead, as we zigzagged through the laby-rinth of islands, the tall and majestic Great Belt Bridge sprang into view. The pylons lift the suspension bridge some sixty-five metres above sea level allowing it to accommodate the largest of the ocean cruise liners that frequently pass under its domi-nating expanse.

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Kritiska normer måste användas med urskillning. Märker man att sinnligheten upphör bör man fråga sig om det beror på trötthet inför genren. Kanske tror man sig söka vänner när man egentligen letar efter kärlekar. Å andra sidan bör den goda kritikern inte vara älskad utan respekterad. Och målet för självkritikern bör inte bestå i egenkärlek utan självrespekt. Kritiken ger oss verktyg för överlevnad, men också för det mesta i vårt dagliga liv, från det triviala till det existentiellt djuplodande, från dagliga göromål till kritiken själv. Men det är vi som väljer och vässar. Ser vi inte upp rostar redskapen – eller tas ifrån oss.

Yes, he called Voyager “V’ger,” in reference to Star Trek: The Motion Picture. But he’s not a Trekkie. Because “Trekkies are weird.

Cj qarmkjra sk ykuq gers gassaq, C ei waeqcjt iy ngctbs rucs lus hk jks beva e lqe kj. Cn yku waqa baqa, C wkugh sefa yku cjsk sba teqhaj ikhuga ejh gaej kvaq sba skiesk lahr rk sbes er yku skkf ia nqki labcjh, iy nepa wkugh la mqarrah cjsk sba nqetqejs tqaaj gaevar wcsb aepb sbqurs.

- Jag tror egentligen inte att han vill det, svarade Martin, han vet nog rätt väl, att skottpengar på bönder skulle fördyra alla livsmedel ännu mera än tullarna. han upprepar bara ett gammalt talesätt, som han har hört i sin ungdom, då han var extraordinarie. Det har slagit an på honom därför att det ger uttryck åt en kollektiv antipati, ett klasshat; och genomsnittsmänniskor har alltid behov av att hata och älska kollektivet. Giv akt på det, det är ett av de säkraste kännetecknen på en låg ståndpunkt.

But Viktor certainly didn’t need anyone to tell him how important Henry was. An agent he had recruited had in turn been recruited by the British.

Honvéd,’ answered Bartos, looking very slightly offended that Edgar even needed to ask the question. ‘The team of Puskás: you’ve heard of Puskás?

a confirmed fascist and of Anti-Bolshevik and Anti-Jewish ideas.’ In 1945, Freeman joined the Waffen SS. He was prominent on a MI9 ‘British Renegades Warning List’ and was captured at the end of the war. Back in the UK he was court-martialled by the RAF in September 1945

complicity of the Swiss banks in the Nazi war effort. However, it is well established there was an active relationship, to say the least, between the Reichsbank and most of the major Swiss banks, including Bank Leu. Bank Leu was an independent bank until it became part of Credit Suisse in 1990.

En drake ger inga andra chanser.

Ett annat missgrepp är att konstnärligt begåvade personer tror att de bara kan förverkliga sig själva och bli lyckliga om de har tillräckligt med pengar för att inte behöva tänka på oväsentligheter. Men den bekymmerslösa tillvaron ger dem ett övermått av tid att tänka på hur olyckliga människan är till sin natur och för att glömma sin stora olycka kastar de sig in i nöjeslivets hektiska virvlar och sen blir de snart verkligt olyckliga.

Jag är den starke, som har makten över människors barn, svarade körkarlen, och hans röst blev fulltonig och allvarlig. Jag betvingar dem, vare sig de bor i höga salar eller i eländiga källarhålor. Jag ger friheten åt slavarna, och jag rycker ner kungarna från deras troner. Det finns ingen borg så mäktig, att jag inte bestiger dess mur. Det finns ingen kunskap så djup, att den kan sätta en damm för min framfärd. Jag slår de trygga, bäst de solar sig i lycka, och jag skänker arv och egendom åt de elända, som har försmäktat i fattigdom.

The population of an inference is thus equivalent to the breadth or scope of an argument.

I want no presents from the Beast,” said Father. “Is he trying to buy us off? Let him take his rich gifts back, and leave us our girl.” “Please, Father,” I said. “Think of them as presents from me. I’d like you to keep them, and think of me.” Father dropped his eyes, and reluctantly put out a hand and stroked the fur collar of his new jacket. Ger sighed. “I still don’t understand—and I don’t like not understanding. It makes me feel like a child again

Dashdelgar is out hunting!” Otgar began in a loud voice. All at once, my uncles and aunts ceased their talking and turned toward her. No Qorin in existence misses a joke. Especially not a Dashdelgar joke. He is our patron god of obfuscating stupidity. So what if it was being told in Hokkaran? Most of us understood Ricetongue, even if we did not speak it. Except Temurin. She said she’d learn it when Hokkarans learned Qorin, which was a fair point. “But Dashdelgar hunts in winter, and he took with him only four arrows. After a whole day out in the cold, he fails to hit anything. So he fills his belly with kumaq and makes his way back to his ger.” You listened. Your brows scrunched like caterpillars above your eyes, but you listened. “He finds his wife with another man—not his brother either!” A chorus of laughs. You blinked at me. “Qorin marriages are different,” I whispered. “Sometimes brothers share wives.” You swallowed and licked your lips. I could hear you thinking that you were not in Hokkaro anymore. “They do not notice him, but this is not out of the ordinary; Dashdelgar is a small man, and he shares his ger with his entire family. His wife and the other man keep right on going. Dashdelgar watches them, infuriated. But he sees that there is another skin of kumaq and so he drinks it.” I was going to have to explain a lot of things to you because of this joke. Hokkarans don’t speak of lewd matters, but it is not uncommon for such things to happen in the ger, in full view of the adults. “It is then Dashdelgar notices three important things. One: he is drunk. Two: the ger is empty, except for the couple. And, three: this is not his ger.” There it is. Everyone breaks down laughing. Even you spare a chuckle.

FTP?’ Captain Archibald asked. ‘I do beg your pardon. Stands for Francs-Tireurs et Partisans.

Ger man någon hoven tar de hela benet.

Jag ger er Jack Dover, auktoriserad väderrapportör.

Det är inte det att jag har någon stor hemlighet, jag försöker bara låta bli att tänka på det och det betyder att jag inte pratar om det. Så ingen annan än Aggie och mrs Doyle - och nu Evan - vet någonting. Jag ger honom tvättsvampen och går in utan ett ord. Ett kort ögonblick stannar jag till med en hand på magen, på den hårda bulan. Det finns ett universum där inne.

Jag tänkte på kvinnorna igen. Ilska, identitet, politik, rätt, fel. Jag var avundsjuk på dem. Det verkade eftersträvansvärt att vara orättvist behandlad i vårt samhälle. Det ger en något att kämpa för, det gör en moraliskt överlägsen, det gör en allvarlig.

I do sometimes wonder which side the Foreign Office is on.

No, no… not my job, Summers, I’m more of a – how can I put it? – more of a writing papers type of chap. Probably papers no one will read, but there we are.

A few years from now, far away from here, a young woman will be sitting on a sofa at a party. Everyone around will be dancing and drinking but his eyes will be glued to the television. It's just a short clip from concert by one of the country's most female performers right now. Her name is Maya Andersson, and the young man has always loved that name. How ordinary it sounds. He's never thought about her accent, has never reflected upon why it sound so familiar to hin, But now he sees her on television and she's singing a song about someone she loved,because it's hit birthday, and on the huge screen behind ger a photograph of him flashes up for moment. She knows no one will really see it, a thousand more images flash past right after it, she just inclided that particular photograph for her own sake. But he man on sofa recognizes it. Because he remembers fingertips and glances. Beer bottles on a worn bar counter and smoke in a silent forest. The way snow feels as it falls on your skin while a boy with sad eyes and a wild heart teaches you to skate. The man on the sofa pack almost nothing. He takes just a light bag and the case containing his bass guitar and travels to the next town on Maya's tour. He elbows past her security guard and almost gets knocked to the floor and he he calls out: "I knew him! I knew Benji! I loved him too!" Maya stops mid-stride. They look each other in the eye and see only him, the boy in the forest, sad and wild. "Do you play?" May asks. "I'm a bass player," he says. From then on he is her bass player. No one plays her songs like he does. No one else cries as much each night.

To think of the China story during the Trump administration as a binary fight between hawks and doves, panda sluggers and panda hug-gers, the blue team and the red team, or any other such construction is too simplistic.

Prince shook his head. ‘It’s crazy. My German’s not good enough.’ ‘Don’t say much; you’re an engineer after all. Just mutter.

radio’s signal rather than any noise,

Var försiktig med vems råd du tar. Den som ger dig sitt kanske är än mer vilse än vad du är.

If man is made the final reference point in predication, knowledge cannot get under way, and if it could ger under way it could not move forward. That is to say, in all non-Christian forms of epistemology there is first the idea that to be understood a fact must be understood exhaustively, it must be reducible to a part of a system of timeless logic. But man himself and the facts of his experience are subject to change. How is he ever to find within himself an a priori resting point? He himself is on the move...If we do not with Calvin presuppose the self-contained God back of the self-conscious act of the knowing mind of man, we are doomed to be lost in an endless and bottomless flux.

Natten ger ljuset, Sår ger elixir. Smärta ger hållbarhet, Molnen lär ut hur man lever.

Hoe vreemd was het dat wij, sinds de oerknal, terechtgekomen waren op een dansvloer waar drie juryleden rondliepen en ons een punt minder gaven omdat ik mijn linkerteen niet genoeg naar buiten draaide?

Medveten tystnad ger orden mening.

Lite hjälp med ett litet leende ger mening åt människolivet.

Klaarkomen was leuk, maar ik had niet het idee dat het me op enigerlei wijze bij het grote mysterie zou brengen

Samvete ger glädje, obefläckad av självisk festlighet. Omgiven av rituella kompromisser ger samvetet civiliserad frihet.

Molnen är bara solens förebådar, Dagens sår är morgondagens krona. Mer än glädje, smärta ger oss ljus, Lidande väcker oss till livets värde.

Wat is nou een diploma? Een stom stukje karton met wat letters die de meesten niet eens kunnen lezen

He touched the small strip of flat bone between Sandra’s breasts, though he was now not sure if it was Sandra after all. Maybe Stephanie. It didn’t matter if you couldn’t remember the right name, just so long as you did not use the wrong one.

cigarette towards his mouth. Now

It is what comes in the wake of an invading army that is the true measure of a conquest.

In the strange half world in which he now lived, he knew better than to ask.

Ey köngül, ger Babür ul alemni ister, kılma ayb. Tanrı üçün de, bu alemning sefası kaldı mı? '' (Ey gönül, eğer Babür ol alemi isterse. ayıplama Allah için söyle, bu alemin sefası kaldı mı?)

It is not a crime to love the wrong person. Most people manage it at least once in their lives.

Everything starts off by being confused. And then you realise what you have to do and you go and do it and everything becomes clearer. And then, things get in the way. Events. People. Places. Emotions become involved, even if you don’t intend them to or even want them to. So you end up being confused again.

Ibland tänker jag att det är som om man ger upp", säger hon sen långsamt med blicken i bordet. "Du vet som om man nöjer sig." [...] "Man undrar hur mycket som är kärlek och hur mycket som är ett medel mot ensamheten. [...] Och för varje år som går smälter alla andra ihop mer och mer i sina parkonstellationer. Alla par blir mer och mer som öar, som självständiga atomer.

The cold does strange things to you.

The manager needs only a molehill to build a mountain, but the money-ger needs a full mountain to build another.

In Tristram Shandy there is a passage which describes how two nuns, believing that the only way to shift an obstinate mule was to say “bugger,” are hampered by the knowledge that to utter such a word was most sinful. They split it up between them. Neither syllable on its own could possibly be sinful, so one shouts “bou, bou, bou” and the other “ger, ger, ger.

Don’t worry. It is not a crime to love the wrong person. Most people manage it at least once in their lives.

ALLEGER  (ALLE'GER)   n.s.[from allege.]He that alleges. Which narrative, if we may believe it as confidently as the famous alleger of it, Pamphilio, appears to do, would seem to argue, that there is, sometimes, no other principle requisite, than what may result from the lucky mixture of the parts of several bodies.Boyle.

Keep Warm & Hate Winter

Det ät sorgligt att hjärta rimmar på smärta, att bröst rimmar på tröst och tröst på höst. Ty varken smärta eller höst ger tröst åt hjärta eller bröst.