Guh Quotes

Bill looked up, wiping his eyes. They were all soaked to the skin and looked like a litter of pups that had just forded a river. “Ih-It’s scuh-scuh-hared of u-u-us, you know, ” he said. “I can fuh-feel th-that. I swear to Guh-God I c-c-can. ” Bev nodded soberly. “I think you’re right. ” “H-H-Help m-m-me, ” Bill said. “P-P-Pl-Please. H-H-Help m-m-me.

He who rides 2 asses bound to fall on his own" Hag ask eh mama,"how e mouth so lang?' Mama say, "WAIT BETTA YOU AH GROW, YU GUH KNOW

There is another system, more beaded than weather or murder, that is moving up into the province. As Les leaves the chair to investigate his son’s crying a thousand zombies form an alliterative fog around Lake Scugog and beyond, mouthing the words Helen, hello, help. This fog predominates the region; however, other systems compete, bursting and winding with vowels braiding into dipthongs so long that they dissipate across a thousand panting lips. In the suburbs of Barrie, for instance, an alliteration that began with the wail of a cat in heat picked up the consonant “Guh” from a fisherman caught in surprise on Lake Simcoe. The echoing coves of the lake added a sort of meter, and by the time these sounds arrived in Gravenhurst, the people there were certain that a musical was blaring from speakers in the woods. All across the province, zombies, like extras in a crowd scene, imitate a thousand conversations. They open and close their mouths on things and sound is a heavy carpet of mumbling, a pre-production monstrosity. In minutes the Pontypool fog will march on the town of Sunderland and over the barriers south of Lindsay.

I d-duh-don’t know wh-why you even b-buh -bother b-buh-because in s-six y-yuh-years y-you’re g-guh-going to be j-juh-just l-like—”“Don’t say that.”Something inside me went cold. “I’m never going to be like him.

Hello nǐ hǎo knee how. (Think: How’s your knee, i.e., “How are you?”) Goodbye zàijiàn dzeye gee-en Thank you xiè xie syeh syeh (The second “xie” has no tone.) You’re welcome bú kè qi boo kuh chee (The “chee” has no tone.) Good morning zǎoshang hǎo dzow shahng how Please stand in line qǐng páiduì ching pie dway Too expensive taì guì le tie gway luh (Make it) cheaper piányi yìdiǎn pien yee ee dien (I; we) don’t want it búyào boo yow I want this one wǒ yào zhèige waw yow jay guh (Note: “guh” has no tone) How much (does it cost)? duóshǎo qian dwo shao chee-en Where is the bathroom? cèsuǒ zài nǎlǐ tsuh swo dz-eye nah lee Over there nàli nah lee (Note: “lee” has no tone) Please give me qǐng gěi wǒ ching gay waw Fine; OK; good; alright hǎo how Not OK; no good bùhǎo boo how I want to go ____ Wǒ yào qù waw yow chee-you (Show taxi driver the address in Chinese.) (Want) to go to ____ Wǒ yào dào qù ____ waw you dow ____ chee-you (e.g., when buying tickets at train or bus station) Police! jǐngchá! jing chah! (in case of theft or emergency) Help! Help! jiùmìng! jiùmìng! jee-oh ming! jee-oh ming! Faster! kuài yìdiǎn! kweye ee dien! Numbers one through ten: one yī ee two èr ar three sān sahn four sì szih five wǔ woo six liù leo seven qī chee eight bā bah nine jiǔ geo ten shí sure one of something yíge ee guh two of something liǎngge lee-ang guh three of something sānge sahn guh Etc.

1st, 2nd, 3rd etc. For ordinal numbers, all you need is to precede the number with ‘di’ and follow it with ‘gè’. 1st dì yī gè [dee ee guh] 2nd dì èr gè [dee ar guh] 3rd dì sān gè 25th dì èr shí wǔ gè Example At the 2nd traffic light, turn right. Dì èr gè hóng lǜ dēng yòuguǎi [dee ar guh hong lieu dung yo gwai]

At some point as she spoke, in a motion as natural as an exhale or a stretch, he'd begun sliding his hands up her thighs. She stopped talking. And thinking. And breathing. She resumed breathing on a shuddery exhale. And as her thighs were bare apart from the garters holding up her stockings; his hands heated all the way through the fine silk if her dress to her skin. Every tiny hair on her body stood erect, as if craving his attention. She felt spangled with heat, cinders everywhere on her body. "Molten" rather described how she felt between her legs. He strummed his thumbs softly, softly, back and forth, back and forth, against her thighs. Oh God. She opened her mouth to reiterate: 'Only kissing.' "Guh," surprisingly, was what emerged instead. A sort of hybrid gasp-sigh. "'Guh,' indeed," he agreed, softly. She would have laughed. But the sensation was too new and too total, and desire gathered with a distracting, heavy intensity beneath the weight of his hands, coaxed by those feathery stroking thumbs, and her entire body, brain included, was invested in enjoying 'that,' not in making coherent sounds. She fought to keep her thighs from falling open like a trap door, inviting him deeper in. Was it cold? Were they outdoors? She knew only his touch. "I would never 'dream' of disappointing you, Genevieve," he reassured her on a rough-silk whisper that dragged against her imagination the way his fingers dragged along her thighs, stirring possibilities into life.

Guh. I'm reading the Svenska Dagbladet, the Guardian, the Independent and the Japan Times.

logorrhea 1. pathologically incoherent, repetitious speech. 2. incessant or compulsive talkativeness; wearisome volubility. The best part about our new word? It’s pronounced law-guh-REE-uh. I’ll let you make your own “sounds like” association. Seriously, could there be a more fitting term to describe the way the chatterbox spews lies and garbage in our minds? It’s a voice that drones on and on, always intimidating, always insinuating. The chatterbox wants to inundate us with logorrhea. To wear us out until we don’t want to try or until we have no idea what to do or how to answer our growing list of doubts and deficiencies. And it’s not just what this chatter says that makes it dangerous. It’s what it keeps us from hearing. Most people go through life thinking God never speaks to them when in fact He’s always speaking. To everyone. Always directing. Sometimes warning. Sometimes affirming. But we hear so little of what He says because our consciousness of His voice is obscured by our mental static.