Kara Quotes

It's dangerous to need someone that much. You're trying to save him and he's hoping you can. You two are a disaster." I smiled at the ceiling. "It doesn't matter what or why it is. When it's good, Kara... it's beautiful.

I'm fascinated with the stories that we tell. Real histories become fantasies and fairy tales, morality tales and fables.

America's eyes darted in Kara's direction. "Good idea, Kara. The fact that you're a total bitch comes in handy sometimes.

There's always this one girl. She's desperate and she's weird and she's jealous, and you're stuck with her, no matter how hard you try to get her off your back. Just throw some really fucked-up self-esteem issues into the mix and you have Kara.

Kara do you love Brad?' All my heart.' Then how can you let him leave next year?' I guess love isn’t enough sometimes.

Cats and humans have been partners for over ten thousand years. And what you realize when you've lived with a cat for a long time is that we may think we own them, but that's not the way it is. They simply allow us the pleasure of their company.

Like love, life is beautiful because it has to end.

Love what is simple and beautiful. These are the essentials.

I guess I'll get a shower," I said, grabbing a towel and my shower bag. "I'll alert the media," Kara deadpanned, keeping her head down.

Kara! Be thankful you are allowed to roam about inside the house, but let me warn you, if you ever put any of my people in danger by attempting to escape again, I’ll lock you in your room and throw away the key.

Best revenge? Smile, be happy and never let them know it hurt.

I wonder why people always expect things from others that they themselves can’t or won’t do.

I know you don’t believe me, but you’re here for you own fucking protection, Kara. If I have to tie you to my bed to keep you safe, don’t think I won’t.

Maxim could do his worst, but she was strong, had needed to be from a young age and no matter what happened, Kara wasn’t going to break for him or anyone else no matter what they threw at her.

You two are a disaster.” I smiled at the ceiling. “It doesn’t matter what or why it is. When it’s good, Kara … it’s beautiful.

Everyone goes through shit, and there’s always someone somewhere who has it worse. It doesn’t make what you’re feeling any less real or any less shitty.

Cats are really something. They'll just ignore you half the time, but they seem to know when you're really in need of some comforting.

Customers don’t usually tip in Australia. That’s an American etiquette,” Kara explained.

Mes esame nelaimingi vieni, ir mes nelaimingi bendruomenėje; vedę ir nevedę; mes lyg ežiai, besiburią šilimai, mums nepatogu, kai mes sugrūsti, ir mes dar nelaimingesni išsiskyrę; optimizmas yra karti pajuoka iš žmogaus sielvarto; gyvenimas - blogis, nes gyvenimas - karas; kuo tobulesnis organizmas, tuo tobulesnis kentėjimas; istorijos motto: eadem sed aliter*. * Tas pats, bet kitaip (lot.)

Listen Chica-" Carlos says when we're driving to my mom's store "don't call me that anymore" I tell him "what do you want me to call you, then?" I shrug "whatever. Just not Chica" Carlos holds his hand up "what do you want me from me? You want me to tell you lies? Okay. Kara, without you i'm nothin'. Kara, you own my heart and soul. Kara,, i love you. Is that what you to hear? "yes" "No guy who actually says those things really mean them" "I bet your brother says them to Brittney and means them" "that's because he's lost all common sense. I though you the one girl who didn't fall for my bull" "I don't. Consider my wanting you as my real boyfriend a lapse of judgement," I tell him "But i'm over it

Yeah, but just being alive doesn't mean all that much on its own. How you live is more important.

You’re pretty smart for a Fed.” “I missed a bunch of questions on the entrance exam on purpose so that I could get into the agency,

When you think about it, it’s the future you’ll never get to see that you regret missing the most when you die.

Hope is the most dangerous thing you can give someone.

You need to get your head out of the clouds and see the reality right in front of your face, Kara. My enemies have become yours which means you aren’t going anywhere.” Before she could reply, he crashed his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth when she gasped, and he finally kissed her the way he’d been dreaming about.

We don't choose the path we take because of the sins we carry. But we carry our sins on the path we choose.

Being brave isn’t the same as not being scared, though, it means going through with something even if it totally terrifies you.

I guess the beautiful disaster turned into a beautiful wedding." "Miracles do happen," I said remembering the conversation she and I had what seemed like a lifetime ago.

We think if we ask enough times, the answer will change.

You should try them, Nick. They’re delicious. No one makes cookies that taste like this.” – Kara ‘Probably because arsenic was a key ingredient.’ “Have to watch my girlish figure. ‘Cause if I don’t, no one will.” – Nick

You were created for more than to bear the weight of your shadows- but you have to choose to no longer let them define you. You have to choose to let the light shine through the shattered pieces.” – Tiger Lilly

No one knows exactly how long they’re going to live. So there’s really no such thing as too late or too soon.

Kara knew all he recognized was T and A on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy puppeeter , so long as there were souls for sale he was ready to buy ..

When did I turn into a needywhiny angsty idiot who needed to be swept off her feet? She snorted then started running again, forcing me into a brief sprint to catch up. We're conditioned from birth she said. I swear to god,if I ever have a daughter I'll ban all of the Disney princesses from the house. Except Mulan. She kicks ass.

But after a while, searching for the answers felt like grasping around in the dark. At some point, you have to choose to live in the light.

I told him about me being a summoner, and what that entailed. At the end of he simply gave a long sigh. “Why couldn’t you simply be an alcoholic like all the other detectives?” I grinned. “Demon summoning has less vomiting!

There are two ways to escape: escape without a purpose and escape with a purpose. I call the former 'floating', and the latter 'flight'.

Number 1. If I say we're number 5, people will just feel sorry for us. I'd rather say we're number 1, even if fans criticize us.

I scooped the cat up and snuggled him against my chest for comfort. He was warm and soft, a smooth fluffy ball of fur in my arms. I'd cuddled up with the little guy countless times over the years without thinking much about it, but now, for the first time ever, it occurred to me that maybe this little act of comfort was what life was all about.

Today I am not the girl who's parents didn't love her. Or the women who's crazy. Or the aunt who can't keep a job. I am the girl who can see what no one else can. I matter, At least this once.

It's possible to know - like really know - another human being. But I'm starting to think that most of us never even want to try and know another person until it's too late to save them.

Seni kara saplı bir bıçak gibi sineme sapladılar Değirmen misali döner başım Sevda değil bu bir hışım Gel gör beni darmadağın Tel tel çözülüp kalmışım.

If you look hard enough, you’ll probably find something that makes you wish you hadn’t.

When you master the ability to control your emotions, you take away a man’s power over you.

Birden nasıl oluyor sen yüreğimi elliyorsun Ama nasıl oluyor sen yüreğimi eller ellemez Sevişmek bir kere daha yürürlüğe giriyor Bütün kara parçalarında Afrika dahil

Ryan stared at me as I pulled my phone out to see who was calling at this late hour. “You have the Fraggle Rock theme song as your ring tone,” he said, with a bemused look on his face. “You are so weird.

Male leaders are celebrated for their successes, while their excesses are typically excused as the necessary and expected price of masculine ambition.

Hell, right now my only weapons were Obnoxious and Snark, and I intended to use them whenever possible.

I don’t know if I’m happy or unhappy. But there’s one thing I do know. You can convince yourself to be happy or unhappy. It just depends on how you choose to see things.

Why would you give up your life from a world that doesn't even believe you exist?' A cough wracks his body, but his grip on me remains strong. 'Because I believe everyone should have the chance to live.

We're all monsters to someone or something by some definition. It's the context of the situation that matters.

I always assumed that the doubt would destroy me. But know I wonder if it's the opposite of doubt that's the dangerous thing - if instead, it's the things we're so sure of that have the power to undo us.

Vincent: "Rose, we can't fight this guy." Rose: "Can you..." Vincent: "Kara, what are you doing?" Rose: "What's going on?" Vincent: "Kara's... engaging in diplomacy." Rose: "She's what?" Vincent: "She's giving him the finger. Very mature, Kara!

Pain isn’t supposed to teach you anything. It only exists to hurt you. And she should know that better than anyone.

People are rarely kind about what they don't understand.

Pretend your vagina is worth something of VALUE. Pretend it’s a $500 bill.   Would you give a man you just met a FREE $500 bill?

Senin bir havan var beni asıl saran o Onunla daha bir değere biniyor soluk almak Sabahları acıktığı için haklı Gününü kazanıp kurtardı diye güzel Birçok çiçek adları gibi güzel En tanınmış kırmızılarla açan Bütün kara parçalarında Afrika dahil

I hereby declare you an official…Potato.

I want to come all over you. I want to mark you as mine, so that every wolf in the pack knows who you belong to. ” - Wolf Shifter Ryker Black

Our daily lives are powered by a human and environmental catastrophe in the Congo.

He leaned back in his chair. “Detective Gillian, what I want to say at this moment would no doubt be considered extremely inappropriate and unprofessional, even though it would be meant as a compliment to you.” Then he surprised me by laughing. “Screw it. You’re a devious, clever bitch, and I’m glad you work for me.

Had I managed to fall into some sort of carnivorous plant? Yeah, bleed on the man-eating plant. Always a good plan.

What makes you different, makes you exceptional, Fern.

Too easy to lose the way. Too hard to keep from unraveling when there’s nothing to remind you of who you are and where you should be. Another eternity passes in the flick of an eyelash.

Silgiler silerken silinirler de!

I am angry. It is illegal for me to be angry. Remember: Don't get angry. It is illegal to be a black man and be angry. Right. Got it. I will remember this next time.

Sometimes the outside is safer than the inside.

We all fight the shadows. Even the ones we can’t remember. - Peter

Was her whole life going to be like this now, avoiding certain songs or music that reminded her of her mistakes? Billie Holiday made her think of Eric Dalton; Iron & Wine was Jeremiah; and if things didn’t work out with Kara, she’d never be able to listen to Bob Dylan again. By the time she reached her twenties, she’d be a huge, lumbering mass of musical baggage.

You’re all angles and elbows right now.” I gave him a sour look. “You certainly know how to make a girl feel sexy.” He grinned. “Well, how about: If anyone can make an oversize polyester uniform look hot, it’s you.

My hope is not in the absence of suffering and comfort returned. My hope is in the presence of the One who promises never to leave or forsake, the One who declares nothing “will be able to separate us from the love of God” (Rom. 8:39). Nothing.

All the significant moments in our life hinge on choices made in the blink of an eye.

It shouldn't be this easy. Grief isn't supposed to be easy.

Showing up for another says, “I see you. Your pain is known, and though I cannot make it better, I’m here and that’s what matters.

But we are not the Author of our story. We are the characters.

humans are creatures who give meaning to meaningless actions, and derive purpose from it.

But see, there isn't a person in the world that doesn't know the weight of a sin. Maybe some people to whom the weight of sin is light instead of overbearing, but the weight is felt all the same, a small sin in the scope of their similarly small compassion, but enough to plant the doubt in him. And soon enough, that doubt grows into something they regret.

I have missed you. And I did not know anything was missing.

Karma is real. Everything that you do now, whether good or bad, will come back to you tenfold. It may not happen now. In fact, it always happens when you least expect it. You don't have to believe in karma. Karma believes in you. It will come for you whether you believe in it or not.

Confidence is king. The only way you can begin to deal with men is through sheer confidence. If you love yourself and you value yourself, the men in your life will too. If you know in your heart you are a wonderful woman, worthy of getting everything you deserve, then you will get just that.

Actions speak louder than words, so you want to find out what his actions say about his feelings towards you. If he is easily willing to come to your aide on a consistent basis, this is proof he genuinely cares for you.

Once you become aware of your impending death, you have to make a compromise in accepting the loss of the life you wish you could have led and the reality of your imminent death. Sure, there will always be regrets and broken dreams, but you have to go easy on yourself. Over the last few days, I’ve come to realise that there is certain beauty in those regrets, they are proof of having lived. Maybe I will regrets some of my decisions when the moment comes, but that’s ok, No matter how you slice it, life is full of regrets anyway. I was never able to be myself completely or live my life exactly how I wanted to, I am not even sure if I ever figure out what exactly being myself and living out my dreams really meant. So I guess I am going to die with all those failures and regrets, all those unfulfilled dreams, all the people I’ve never met, all the things I’ve never tasted and all the places I’ve never been. I am taking all that with me to my grave, and I am ok with that. In the end, I am satisfied with who I am and the life I’ve lived, I am just happy to have been here at all.

Because this caring for someone is not what I thought it would be. It's not losing who I am. It's finding my soul interwoven with another - and chasing the stars together. And that might just be the greatest adventure of them all.

When I was little, I was afraid of monsters. I mistook the silhouettes flitting to and fro in the midst of the bamboo trees for ghost and other horrors. But now, I'm scared of other people, people who you imagine will just jump out form behind the brush to attack you. What age was I when I started to replace the ghosts with people?

The stars shine brightest in the darkness, Claire. Pixie dust chases back the shadows. Maybe that’s it— maybe that’s what the shadows are all about. Finding the light through them, and…” he tilts his head back. “We all have our shadows to fight, but maybe that’s so we can grow stronger.” - Peter

That though the hard might come and our hearts be broken, that brokenness isn’t bad. The tears are evidence of our love for one another. They did not stop that day, and they will not stop in the days to come. But tears are a gift, not something to withhold or bottle up—they are the essence of the best of life.

Her şeyin bir sonu olmaz mı? Gece sona erer, gündüz sona erer, ay öyle, yıl öyle… ... Her an ölümle yüz yüze kalabilirim. Ama yaşayabildiğim sürece ölümü karşılamaya gitmem gerekmez. Bir gün ister istemez ölümle karşılaşacağım; bu önemli değil. Önemli olan benim yaşamamın veya ölümümün başkalarının yaşamını nasıl etkileyeceği...

Trusting God when the miracle does not come, when the urgent prayer gets no answer, when there is only darkness—this is the kind of faith God values perhaps most of all. This is the kind of faith that can be developed and displayed only in the midst of difficult circumstances. This is the kind of faith that cannot be shaken because it is the result of having been shaken. Nancy Guthrie, Holding on to Hope

On the other hand, when they get all sweet because they want it, that's called PEAK. PEAK is Pre-Ejaculation Ass Kissing. It’s during PEAK that we have the most power. Take advantage of PEAK! PEAK makes men do cRaZZzY things! Just like PMS makes us do crazy shit. Hormones are a bitch. “The Talk” is basically your first round of PEAK with this man. You can get a lot of what you want during PEAK, so don’t be afraid to tell a man what you want or expect. He’s either going to say yes or no. If he denies you what you want, then

I almost could. I could almost leave and never look back. Like Mr. Bender, I could leave everything I was behind, including my name. Leave because of Allys and all the things she says I am. Leave because of all the things I am afraid that I will never be again. Leave, because maybe I’m not enough. Leave because of Allys, Senator Harris, and half the world knows better than Father and Mother and maybe Ethan, too. Leave. Because the old Jenna was so absorbed in her own needs that she said yes when she knows she should have said no, and the shame of night could be hidden in a new place behind a new name. But friends are complicated. There is the staying. Staying because of Kara and Locke and all that they will never be except trapped. Staying because for them, time is running out and I am their their last chance. Staying for the old Jenna and all she owes Kara and Locke and maybe all the new Jenna owes them, too. Staying because of ten percent and all I hope I might be. Staying because of Mr. Bender’s erased life and regrets. Staying for connection. Staying because two me is enough to make one of me worth nothing at all. And staying because maybe Lily does love the new Jenna as much as the old one, after all. Because maybe, given time, people do change, maybe laws change. Maybe we all change.

Then maybe growing up doesn’t always mean carving out the magic from your soul. Maybe — just maybe — growing up can be a way of letting your dreams expand, like a falling star becoming a magical island resting in the middle of a galaxy. Maybe growing up isn’t letting you soul die but entering another adventure. -Peter

Müsaadenle bir hikâye anlatayım?" dedi Şems. Ve işte şunu nakletti. Vaktiyle biri Farisi, biri Arap, biri Türk, biri Rum dört ortak varmış. Ellerine geçen parayla ne yapacaklarına karar verememişler. Farisi, "Haydi, 'engür' alalım" demiş; Arap'sa "O da ne öyle, istemem; 'ineb' alalım" demiş; Türk'se tutturmuş "Üzüm de üzüm" diye; bu arada Rum kararlıymış, "Geçin hepsini, 'ingabil' alacağız" demiş. Çok geçmemiş, kafadarlar kavgaya tutuşmuş. Nihayet dördünün de aynı şeyi istediklerini anlamışlar. Ama bu sefer yeni bir tartışma çıkmış aralarında. Her biri kendi üzümünü beğenirmiş. Biri kara, biri yeşil, biri sarı, biri mor üzüm salkımı taşırmış. Hepsi kendi üzümünü yere göğe koyamazmış. Neyse ki oradan gönüllere tercüman bir Sufi geçiyormuş. Kavga ettiklerini duyunca dört satıcıdan birer salkım üzüm almış, bir kaba koyup üzümleri ezmiş. Üzümün suyunu çıkarıp kabuğunu atmış. Çünkü aslolan meyvenin özüymüş, posası değil.

He opened her door, helped her to the ground, and held her before him. “You’re cold.” Unable to meet his gaze, Kara spoke without thinking. “N-no, it’s not that.” His brow furrowed for a moment and then he seemed to understand. He grinned, a sexy know-it-all grin, and ran a finger down her cheek. “I’m glad I was able to provoke a reaction.” Her sexual frustration became irritation. She glowered at him. “How is it you remain so unaffected?” His eyebrows rose, and he gave a snort. “Unaffected?” Without warning, he cupped her bottom, pulled her hard against him, and she felt the unmistakable evidence of his arousal. He was rock-hard, huge. Her inner muscles clenched—hard—and the air rushed out of her lungs. “Oh!” He thrust against her, his eyes dark with obvious male hunger. His voice was deep and husky. “Nothing about you leaves me unaffected, Kara.

Bekliyorsun. Ruhun enerjiyi bir yere akıtarak dirilmek istiyor olası mı bu? Neye, kime akıtacaksın onu, kimi ortak edeceksin duygularına? Sana, senin eziyetine kim katlanabilir? Yalnızlığı kabul edemedin mi? Dostun kimdi senin? Bekliyorsun, sürekli bekleyişleri art arda ekliyorsun; seni seyrediyorum ve ses etmiyorum çünkü bekleyişin süslü bir imparatorluğu vardır. Umut silinene kadar güçlü bir direnişle dikilirsin tahtında. Sonra düşüş başlar. Başladığın yere dönüş. Kara anaforu bulma isteğiyle delice labirentlerinde acının dört dönmektir dönüş yeniden başlamak üzere düşüşe. Bir ömrün bekleyiş eziyeti içinde kıvranabilmek uğruna başa dönüşün bekleyişiyle geçmesini düşünebiliyor musun? Bu acı arayıştan kim kurtarabilir insanı? Sevgili mi? Dost mu? Boş inanç mı? Ülkü mü?

Sure there are all the little regrets, the broken dreams, but you have to go easy on yourself, and be flexible. Having had the chance to make things disappear from the world in order to gain just one more day of life, I've come to realize that there's a certain beauty in those regrets. Because it's proof of having lived. I won't eliminate anything more from the world. And I may regret it at the moment I actually die, but that's OK with me. No matter how you look at it, life is full of regrets anyway.

Two years of oblivion have reduced me, if not to emptiness, than to something that sits closely beside it. It laid waste all that I was inside, and severed what connection existed between my memory and personality through two years of “living” like a shell, on the boundary of emptiness. And though there was precious little drama here compared to actual societal rejection, it drives me to worry all the same. All my memories are just reflections on the water, and I don’t know whether I’m the reflection or the real thing.

In all honesty, he’s most likely going to get sex somewhere else if he’s not getting it from you. This is still GOOD! While he’s using some other woman for sex, he’s thinking about you and what it will take to get you to be his girl. She’ll be the quick piece of ass and you’ll be the woman that gives him butterflies in his stomach. He’ll use her for sex, while you’re receiving flowers and going out on nice dates. She’ll be the one hurt in the end, while you’ll be “the one” who made him fall in love.

I know I get crazy when it comes to you, but God knows I’m tryin’, Pidge. I don’t wanna screw this up.” “Then don’t.” “This is hard for me, ya know. I feel like any second you’re going to figure out what a piece of shit I am and leave me. When you were dancing last night, I saw a dozen different guys watching you. You go to the bar, and I see you thank that guy for your drink. Then that douchebag on the dance floor grabs you.” “You don’t see me throwing punches every time a girl talks to you. I can’t stay locked up in the apartment all the time. You’re going to have to get a handle on your temper.” “I will. I’ve never wanted a girlfriend before, Pigeon. I’m not used to feeling this way about someone…about anyone. If you’ll be patient with me, I swear I’ll get it figured out.” “Let’s get something straight; you’re not a piece of shit, you’re amazing. It doesn’t matter who buys me drinks, or who asks me to dance, or who flirts with me. I’m going home with you. You’ve asked me to trust you, and you don’t seem to trust me.” He frowned. “That’s not true.” “If you think I’m going to leave you for the next guy that comes along, then you don’t have much faith in me.” He tightened his grip. “I’m not good enough for you, Pidge. That doesn’t mean I don’t trust you, I’m just bracing for the inevitable.” “Don’t say that. When we’re alone, you’re perfect. We’re perfect. But then you let everyone else ruin it. I don’t expect a one-eighty, but you have to pick your battles. You can’t come out swinging every time someone looks at me.” He nodded. “I’ll do anything you want. Just…tell me you love me.” “You know I do.” “I need to hear you say it,” he said, his brows pulling together. “I love you,” I said, touching my lips to his. “Now quit being such a baby.” He laughed, crawling into the bed with me. We spent the next hour in the same spot under the covers, giggling and kissing, barely noticing when Kara returned from the shower.

It takes courage, humiliating courage, to step aside from your own sovereignty and imagined control and begin looking for the gift that comes unmerited. Yes, I’m talking about grace. Grace by my definition is the gift that comes unearned. In a world of unbelievably able bodies, where new diets are fashioned every day to keep my brand of story away, it is hard to realize you may be living in the middle of the best story ever told. That the story of breast cancer could possibly be a good story? A great story even? It would be easier to shake my fist at the test results and scream that this isn’t the right story, but to receive—humbly receive—the story no one would ever want, and know there is goodness in the midst of its horror, is not something I could ever do in my own strength. I simply cannot. That receiving comes from the One who received His own suffering for a much greater purpose than my own.

What do you think you know about me!? This is all I am! I have high hopes even though I'm powerless; I have all these dreams even though I'm dumb; I keep trying even though I can't do anything! I hate myself! I'm always nothing but talk! I'm worse than useless, but I'm still a world-class complainer! Who the hell do I think I am?! How dare I live such a shameful life this long?! I'm empty. I've got nothing inside me. Until I came here, until I met all of you, do you know what I was doing?! I wasn't doing anything. I didn't do anything... I didn't do one little thing! With all that time to do it! With all that freedom! I should have done lots of stuff, but I didn't do any of it! And this is the result! The man I am now is the result! I'm powerless, talentless, and all of it, all of it, is because of my rotten personality! I want to achieve something when I haven't done anything before--conceited doesn't even begin to describe it... I was lazy and imposed on other people; I wasted my whole life away; I killed you. I thought I could live here, but not a single thing's changed about me. That old man saw right through me, didn't he? During those days of training, the old man had spoken of those who wield the sword, but he had shaken his head and said, 'There is little point lecturing someone about what it takes to become stronger when he has already abandoned the choice to do so.' It's not like I really thought I'd get stronger or I'd be able to do anything... I just went through the motions. I was just a poser trying to justify myself. I wanted to say, I couldn't help it! I wanted other people to say it couldn't be helped! That's all it was! That's the only reason I pretended to put myself on the line like that! Even when you were helping me study, I was just putting on a show to cover up the embarrassment! I'm a small, underhanded, filthy guy down to the bone, always worrying about what other people think of me, and none of that's ever changed!