Kavi Quotes

Today, salute, mile, serve, deep. And I am never doing that again.-Kavi

Where even ravi (the sun) cannot reach, there will go a kavi (poet)." - Vimalananda

मेरी कविता क्या है! सच्चाई के दो मोती हैं; एक खुशी की परछाईं का एक दर्द की गहराई का -- विकास प्रताप सिंह 'हितैषी

please allow me to dance the triumphant dance as my patience is rewarded by your smiling blissful being!--Stanza from Faceless Wonder

Seorang guru; penjelajah kehidupan. Yang menyimpan kata kata bijak dalam mulutnya, seperti minyak yang menghidupkan pelita. Ia lah detak jantung yang menggerakkan kehidupan. Seorang pemikir sejati, yang tak menafikan keringat dan air mata. Sang pengumpul embun di pagi hari, penjala ikan di sungai, dan penakluk samudra raya. Dialah kavi yang menciptakan kata kata penghiburan, pelantun tembang suka cita. Seorang penabur benih kebajikan dan penggarap ladang yang tekun. Tapi ia juga penuai yang rajin dan pengganda talenta yang mahir. Setiap ucapannya adalah obat yang manjur dan penyembuh duka lara. Namun, di luar semua itu, ia lah sang juru kunci pembuka jalan pengetahuan dan penunjuk arah pada kebenaran.

Riječ nemir nije postojala u njezinu rječniku. A ja? Naslijedit ću bakinu ljubav prema priči i kavi. Samo ne i otpornost. Ni na život ni na količinu kofeina.

Wiji Kawih is mentioned in a Kavi (Javan) inscription A.D. 856; and it is thought that the "bean broth" in David Tapperi's list of Javanese beverages (1667–82) may have been coffee [24].

I decided I wouldn't call her annoying anymore. I didn't know what it was like to be Meabh, and I certainly would never get what it was like to be Kavi, but I knew what it was like to feel alone.

Yalan arayan zekanın gözlere verdiği ağır hareketi bilirim. çok az yanılmışımdır. bakış evvela sağa ve sola doğru kayar. arama başlamıştır. sonra gözbebeği yukarıya doğru bir kavis çizip aksi istikamete iner. sonra tam karşı tarafa bakar. donuktur. bulamamıştır. iki üç defa kırpılır. korku çırpınışı. yalan aradığının sezilmesi ve aranan yalanın bulunmaması korkusu. nihayet bütün yüzde, gergin çizgileri gevşeten bir kurtuluş hareketi. yalan bulunmuştur. gizlenen sevinç, dudakların ucunda belli belirsiz bir gülümseyiştir. yarım saniye bile sürmeyen bu ruh macerası, bazen süjenin yorgun olduğu anlarda daha kuvvetli bir kurtuluş işareti verir.

Does your family play games, too?" She tries to sound off-hand. "No. Just me - and my brother." Which means her parents are in the casinos, then, leaving this kid in a collapsing mine. Okay, a virtual one, but still.

Kavita looks peaceful when she's sleeping, when the Morphine finally brings her some comfort. Jasu sits in a chair next to the bed and reaches for her frail hand. With his touch, her eyes flutter open and she licks her dried lips. She sees him and smiles. “Jani, you’re back,” she says softly. “I went there, chakli.” He tries to begin slowly, but the words come tumbling out. “I went to Shanti, the orphanage. The man there knows her, he’s met her, Kavi. Her name is Asha now. She grew up in America, her parents are doctors, and she writes stories for newspapers—look, this is hers, she wrote this.” He waves the article in front of her. “America.” Kavita’s voice is barely a whisper. She closes her eyes and a tear drips down the side of her face and into her ear. “So far from home. All this time, she’s been so far from us.” “Such a good thing you did, chakli.” He strokes her hair, pulled back into a loose bun, and wipes her tears away with his rough fingers. “Just imagine if…” He looks down, shakes his head, and clasps her hand between his. He rests his head against their hands and begins to cry. “Such a good thing.”He looks up at her again. “She came looking for us, Kavi. She left this.” Jasu hands her the letter. A small smile breaks through on Kavita’s face. She peers at the page while he recites from memory. “My name is Asha…

One time," Kavi started, and I pinched the bridge of my nose before the story even got going, "when I was little I told my brother that he should get in the tumble dryer and we'd turn it one and see what happened and then my mam founded me trying to help him in, you know like stuffing his limbs in there, and she almost had a heart attack and started screaming that appliances are not for people and then she told my brother to get out of the tumble dryer and never go in there again, but when he tried to get out again he was stuck and we has to call the fire brigade to cut him out of it. then we didn't have a tumble dryer for ages but now we have one that's a washing machine and a tumble dryer in one.

Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames. Fair nymphs, and well-dress'd youths around her shone, But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as unfix'd as those: Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourish'd two locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspir'd to deck With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck. Love in these labyrinths his slaves detains, And mighty hearts are held in slender chains. With hairy springes we the birds betray, Slight lines of hair surprise the finney prey, Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair. - Erguvan deniz üstünde gökler katında, İhtişamla yükselir ya güneş, saltanatında Yoktur rahibesinden doğarak gümüş Renkli Thames'in göğsüne yayılan ışınlardaki cümbüş. Hoş giyimli delikanlılar, çok sayıda güzel kız Arasında tüm bakışlar onun üstünde yalnız. Ak gerdanından bir haç, öyle bir Haç ki Yahudi görse öper, hayran olur kafir. İşlek bir aklın işareti canlı bakışları Gözleri fıldır fıldır, uçarı mı uçarı: Kimseye iltifat yok, herkese gülümsüyor, Çoğunluk reddediyor ama kimse ona küsmüyor. Gözleri sanki güneş, değen gözün sahibi Çarpılıyor, herkese eşit parlıyor yine güneş gibi. Örtüyor kusurlarını o soylu rahatlık, O kibirsiz şirinlik, kızların kusurları olursa artık: Ama düşmüşse onun da payına bütün hanımlardan, Yüzüne bakın, hepsini unutursunuz o an. Bu perinin saçı insanlığın mahvı demek Olan iki zarif bukle halinde ve birbirine denk İki kavis çizerek dökülürdü, elbirliğiyle ışık oyunu İçinde halka halka süsleyerek fildişi boynu. Kölelerini Aşk işte bu labirentte bekletir, Dağ gibi kalpleri bağlar ip incesi bir zincir. Kuşları aldatmaya yarar kıldan tuzaklar, İncecik tüylere kanar kapılır balıklar, Bir kaküle teslim ederiz, erkekler, ülkemizi Ve güzellik tek bir saç teliyle boğar bizi.

Happy New Year (31 Dec 2017) December 31. A wine fish was lost in your long cheeks of swallows. I looked up and discovered that the starry night was never so lonely. Yes! The night full of stars was never so lonely! How else can someone be alone, if not surrounded by his soul? How else can someone be alone, if not populated by his soul?

E-keit ma vi en da sav, e kavi bazh d’en em harpañ,” Emile whispered, as if reading her mind. As long as you can walk upright, you will find a walking stick. As long as you are brave, someone will help you.

My sleep was full of wild dreams in which I was being driven about in fancy cars, even the es-yoo-vee, which is what the funny-shaped enormous one is called.

Do You Know who Paras ji?

Why make Ahoi Astami?

He regrets his curse, I feel, because he knows that his grief at the killing of the bird – grief, he feels interestingly, not for the dying bird, but for its mate, the hen, whose song turns to a piteous lament – has set free his inspiration. It is the dirty secret of his art. Known among poets as the ādi-kavi – the first poet, a Sanskritic Cædmon, if you will – he is the first to recognize, twenty centuries ago, that, however much poets wish not to cause pain, there is no poetry without pain, no poetry without pity. And from here on, in the Indian imagination, śoka – sorrow or grief – comes to be fused, both conceptually and phonemically, with śloka, poetry! It is this, and nothing besides, that we consider to be the birth of poetry.

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Vrčevi za kavu koje koriste normalni ljudi - ili one dobre stare kafetijere iz kojih se miomirisno piće izlijevalo izravno u šalicu- kavi omogućuju izlazak kroz tanku cijev ili kljunčić, a gornji dio raspolaže bilo kakvim zaštitnim uređajem koji ih drži zatvorenima. U Grand Hôtelu i spavaćim kolima kava-bućkuriš stiže, naprotiv, u vrču s izrazito širokim kljunom, kao u pelikana, s krajnje pomičnim poklopcem, tako pomno izrađenim da ~ privučen nezadrživim horror vacui - automatski sklizne prema dolje tek što ste vrč neznatno nagnuli. Ta dva lukava izuma omogućuju ukletom vrču da polovicu kave odmah izlije na croissante i marmeladu te zahvaljujući klizanju poklopca. ostatak proliie po posteljini.

Yol kavis yaparken sen de kavis yapmayı unutma!

Jyada kavi jyada nehi hota , hammesa kam hi hota hai

People thought I was bad, but Kavi didn’t give two fucks who he put a bullet in. That nigga was a loose cannon. Charmaine and her grease monkey ass son better chill before we make room in Tal’s grave for they ass. The Muslims always say may yo’ grave be spacious, and ion know if they ass into Islam, but we can practice the spacious part in a couple of hours.

he said. “Um.” I stopped and looked at him. “Well, I had to look for you and then I found you.” “How you found me?” Kavi asked with the same gentle inflection. “Well, we moved across the country and went all the way to the star nursery,” I said. “How you found me?” he asked again. “Appa and I found you together,” I said. Only then was he satisfied. Falling asleep that night, Kavi put his hand on my cheek. “This is the Mommy I wanted,” he said. I don’t know how love works beyond life and death. Some moments strike in me such wonder that I let myself fall into the glassblower’s breath.

I saw a boy sitting and dangling his legs, his back to me. I threw my arms around the boy’s shoulders. I thought it was Sharat but his shoulders were tiny. I leaned down to see who it was. A little boy in a red jumper smiled at me, and I was overcome with a love so intense that it enveloped both of us. I had never experienced such bright intensity before. “Who are you?” I asked, but I already knew he was my son. I had always wanted a daughter. Yet here he was. The boy saw that I was afraid. He transformed into a forty-year-old man before my eyes and smiled at me. I looked into his aged face and felt the same radiant love. He was showing me that it would be okay. He returned to his child self. I savored being with him. I wanted never to leave him. When he began to disappear, every fiber in me cried out: No! “You have to find me,” I heard him say. “You have to find me.” And he was gone. My eyes opened. It was unlike any dream I had had. I did not know whether it was my subconscious easing my fear of having a son, or a visit from another realm, or both. I just wanted to return to him. Seven years later, Kavi came into the world. I stopped thinking about the dream. One night, when Kavi was three years old, I was busy wrestling him into his pajamas on the bed. Suddenly he stopped his squirming and babbling and looked at me. “How you found me?

Hatırı sayılır bir konsantrasyonla bile Patch'siz hayatın nasıl bir şey olduğunu zorlukla hatırlıyordum. Geceleri yatağıma uzanınca gülüşünün kısık tınısını, gülümsemesinin yüzünün sağ tarafta hafifçe yukarı kavis yaptığını, ellerinin tenime sıcak, pürüzsüz ve leziz dokunuşunu kusursuz bir netlikle anımsıyordum. Ancak bunlardan önceki on altı senenin anılarını ancak ciddi bir çabayla toparlayabiliyordum. Bunun sebebi belki de o anıların Patch'e kıyasla soluk olması yüzündendi. Ya da orada hiç iyi bir şey olmadığı içindi.

Todo el saber es dolor todo el conocimiento llanto.

Ms. Devlin told me to come find Meabh and then I heard you both talking and it sounded so interesting and then I realized there's a conspiracy afoot and so I listened to more and it all got exciting and I'm sorry Meabh that your parents are so mean and your life is all busy and horrible and then I thought maybe I could push you off the stairs but then Aideen did it before I could offer and then you fell down here and then I picked you up so I could take you to the nurse and then you two were like Kavi, why are threatening us and then I explained how I wasn't and then it's now.

We were crunching along the gravel drive now and a set of motion-sensor lights lit up. I ground to a halt, realizing Meabh was trapped with Mrs. Something. She couldn't run. But then in a blur, like a sprinting knight in shining armor, Kavi appeared, racing around the other corner of the house towards Meabh. He didn't slow down as he barreled towards her and threw her over his shoulder. 'Keep going,' he shouted at me. Mrs. Something began chasing after us, shouting. 'GET BACK HERE, DANIEL.' into the dark night air Daniel shouted back. 'BYE, MAM, I LOVE YOU. I'LL SEE YOU AROUND THREE.

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That’s why he was known as Kavi Sarvabhuma.  In addition to them, many other poets were patronised such as Vamana Bhatt, Srigiri Jakkana, Annayya, Anantha Kavi, Vinnakotha Peddanna, Shivalanka Kommari, Tripuranthaka Kavi.  Telugu language really reached apogee.  Vinukunda Vallabhacharya in his kridabhiramm mentions oft quoted ‘Deshabhalandu Telugu Lessa’.8  However, it is wrongly attributed to Krishnadevaraya of Vijayanagara.

बरसों पुराने खत को मैंने पढ़ा और जला दिया, यह सच है खत तो जल गया मगर धड़कनों में आग लगा गया।

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Kavi fought without armour or shield, with stolen bone and muscle forged in a lifetime of backbreaking labour, and with a hold on her reality that was absolute.

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