Lt Quotes

I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?... 'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do: Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile? I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave? Be buried quick with her, and so will I: And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.

I don't know if mama was right, that we each have a destiny, or if if was Lt Dan, that we are all just floating around, accidental, like on a breeze, but I think... I think... maybe... it's both happening at the same time.

Sometimes , Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning -Will Traynor <3

Enjoy your life...let loose, party hard and just have a good time :) <3

I have come to realize making yourself happy is most important. Never be ashamed of how you feel. You have the right feel any emotion you want, and do what makes you happy. That's my life motto"<3

Love me or hate me I promise that it will never make or break me...<3

<3. You think that looks like a heart? If you do, that's only because you've never seen scrotum.

Casually, out of the view of Ronan, making sure Adam was still sleeping, Gansey dangled his hand between the driver's seat and the door. Palm up, fingers stretched back to Blue. This was not allowed. He knew it was not allowed, by rules he himself had set... She would not see the gesture, anyway. She would ignore it if she did. His heart hummed. Blue touched his fingertips. Just this-- He pinched her fingers lightly, just for a moment, and then he withdrew his hand and put it back on the wheel. His chest felt warm. This was not allowed. Ronan had not seen; Adam was still sleeping. The only casualty was his pulse. -Page 36 <3

King Norodom of Cambodia replied, “Lt. General Kawamura of the Japanese Imperial Army, It is my understanding that you Japanese are granting my people a partial freedom which is always subject to the approval of any laws we make by the Japanese Government in Tokyo!” (A Gracious Enemy & After the War Volume Two)

Wishful thinking and voluntary daydreaming can occasionally make dreams come true. Unrealistic projects, improbable ventures and unfeasible missions can sometimes be achieved through 'conscious dreaming'. At times, dreams can be an inspiration and generate creative reflections. (<"Lost dreams")

With your face and your beautiful eyes and the coversations with the little white lies and the faded picture of a beautiful lie you carry me from your car up the stairs,and I broke down crying was she worth this mess? After everything and that little black dress.After everything i must confess...I need you <3'':) -Taylor Swift

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, And tell me when it rains, And I'll blend up that rainbow above you & shoot it through your veins... 'Cause your heart has a lack of color, And we should've known That we'd grow up sooner or later, 'Cause we wasted all our free time alone. <3

And suddenly you're all i need the reason why I smile<3

When writing the story of your life, don't let anyone else hold the pen<3

h e l l  i s  e m p t y a n d  a l l  t h e  d e v i l s  a r e  h e r e

If you didn't pay attention to the buoys and markers, you'd hit something.  Not enough people paid attention.  Our marinas were swamped with repairs.

If someone says " I love you " it would be foolish to say " I love you too " So you say " I knoe " tht is trulie wht love is. <3

>کودکی ها< به خانه می رفت با کیف و با کلاهی که بر هوا بود چیزی دزدیدی ؟ مادرش پرسید دعوا کردی باز؟ پدرش گفت و برادرش کیفش را زیر و رو می کرد به دنبال آن چیز که در دل پنهان کرده بود تنها مادربزرگش دید گل سرخی را در دست فشرده کتاب هندسه اش و خندیده بود

(الشمس حنون حين تطلع ، قاسية حين تستطع ، حزينة حين تغيب) <3

Weird is the new cool. If someone thinks your weird then they don't know how it is to be cool.

I think loving someone, despite what people think, is FEARLESS. <3

Murder, gambling, and beating up women doesn't illicit my sympathy, no matter what kind of language you dress it in.

Stop comparing yourself to others. You have your own race to run. Finish well.<3

An equation. happiness = reality - expectations If reality > expectations, then you are happy. If reality < expectations, then you are not.

You think you're as tough as you used to be?" "Probably not, Blink," I said.  "But in theory, I'm a hell of a lot smarter.

I didn't know whether it was the events of the night or the coffee that had made me jittery.  I reached into the cabinet over the sink and pulled down the bottle of Jack Daniels.

If I was your boyfriend <3

إن هذا الحزن في عينيه هو مايشدني إليه هو بحاجة إلي شخص ما وأنا بحاجة إلي من يحتاج إليّ <3 <3

one gud thing abut music if hits u fell no pain :p <3

Laurel had one thousand year-round residents and our share of bar fights, car accidents, marital disputes, and an occasional breaking and entering.  What we didn't have were missing teenage girls.

Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and lt me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do.

Wenn wir träumen, betreten wir eine Welt, die ganz und gar uns gehört. <3

If you stop eating donutes you will live 3 years longer.It's just 3 more years that you want a donut. < . ) < .

نَحتاجُ يَومياً لِمن يَبتسم لِنا ، و يُخبرنا أَشياء جَميلة عَنا <3 ، و يُربتُ على كَتِفنا إذا مَشَّط الحُزن دُروبنا ! أَصدقائنا المُقربون بلا شَك سيَفعلون ذلك !

You hand fits in mine like its made to be but bear this in mind it was meant to be and im joining up the dots with the freckles on you cheeks and it all makes sense to me. I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile you've never loved your stomach or your thighs and the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine but I love them endlessly.I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth but if i do its you oh its you they add up to and Im in love with you and all your little thing. You can't go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe thats the reason that you talk in you sleep and all those conversations are the secrets that I keep though it makes no sense to me. I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape you never want to know how much you weigh you still have to squeeze into to your jeans but you're perfect to me. I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth but if its true its you its these they add up to and Im in love with you and all you little things. You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you and you'll never treat yourself right darlin' but I want you to if I let you know I'm here for you then maybe you'll love yourself like I love you ohhhhh. And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth cause its you oh its you its you they add up to and Im in love with you and all your little things I wont let these little things slip out of my mouth but if its true its you its you they add up to and im in love with you and all your little things. <3

now, if there's anything stupider than buddy lists, its lol. if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out of the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, it's not like anyone is laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be spelled loll. like what a lobotomized person's tongue does. loll. loll. i can't think anymore. loll. loll! or ttyl. bitch, you're not actually talking. that would require actual vocal contact or <3. you honestly think that looks like a heart? if you do, that's only because you'v never seen scrotum. (rofl! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well, please stay down there a sec while i KICK YOUR ASS)

I was only then, when I knew I was alone, at least for the moment, that I reached under my gown into the pocket of my dress. As I pulled out my key from the yellow house, which I'd kept on my bureau since the day Nate left, I traced the shape one last time before folding my hand tightly around it. Behind me, Cora was calling again. My family was waiting. Looking down at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredible thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all. I stepped closer to the edge, keeping my eyes on my reflection as I dropped the key into the water, where it landed with a splash. At first, the fish darted away, but as it began to sink they circled back, gathering around. Together, they followed it down, down until it was gone.<3

Love? I always thought love was just something that ate away your sanity, left you with an inferiority complex, and filled you with jealousy...and bitterness. Noi-chan told me all about love... and now I know the truth. Love is an illusion. Nothing more than that. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. <3 So many people get hung up on love while life passes them by.

مشكلتنا أننا لا ننتبه ولا " نحتفي ". بالأشياء التي بين أيدينا لأنن<ا مشغولون بالأشياء التي بين أيدي الآخرين

الشخص الوحيد الذي أعرفه ويتصرف بعقل هو ( الخياط ) فهو ياخذ مقاساتي في كل مره يراني فيها / أما الآخرون فهم يستخدمون مقاييسي القديمه ويتوقعون مني أن أناسبها !! < ..

> Why does everything that lives have to die? < So life would be precious, Asher. Something that is yours forever, is never precious.

And my poor fool is hanged. No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life And thou no breath at all? O thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never.

Dr. Albert Frock: Well, how goes the gradual extinction of the human race, Lieutenant? Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: I'm doing what I can to keep it orderly.

FearTheBeard: <3 <—mine goes with you. Always.

What is the hardest, but best thing in life? Love <3

Mason, E, 2nd LT: I take this as a declaration of war. Presuming they don't line me up against a bulkhead and shoot me after my court martial tomorrow, I will be making sweet, sweet love to your sister by the week's end. This I solemnly vow McNulty, J, Sgt: ezra don't joke about my sister I ****ing warned you Mason, E, 2nd LT: sweet McNulty, J, Sgt: chum Mason, E, 2nd LT: sweet McNulty, J, Sgt: mason Mason, E, 2nd LT: lurrrrrrve

القليل منك ... كالكثير من كل شئ <3

The moving finger writes; and, having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it. -- Omar Khayyam ... Nor will I: ever write a word that fades in light, this I must be certain; else lay desolate at bight. <3

Memories, made to last forever<3

It all jibed, and the books would close on Jasper as death by misadventure. Unofficially, Eve labeled it death by stupidity, but there wasn't a place on the sheet for that particular observation. - Lt. Eve Dallas on a drunk fall off the roof

ابتعد عن الأشخاص الذين يحاولون التقليل من طموحاتك بينما الناس العظماء هم الذين يشعرونك أنك باستطاعتك أن تصبح واحداً منهم <3 <3

Întotdeauna moartea e pe lângă mine și trebuie să-mi pese de toți, înțelegi? Sunt responsabil pentru ei, fiind complice cu cel care le-a luat viața, până când îl arunc la zdup. Abia atunci mă simt absolvit de vină. Așa trebuie să gândești, Jolly! (Lt. Marlow)

عن الأحلام المُؤجلة والآمال المعلَّقة, عن الكتب المغلقة والأوراق المكدَّسة, عن قهوة الصباح التي لم تُشرب بعد, عن هوسي بك, عن الأمسيات التي وددت لو أغفو فيها على صوتك والصباحات التي تمنيتُ فيها مرورك, عن قوائم المهام التي لم تُنجَز, عن كلِّ بارقة أمل .. أُحـــــــــبك <3 ,.,

Commander William T. Riker: It's just that our mental pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. Lt. Commander Data: Hm. I understand. I am also fond of you, Commander. And you as well, Counselor.

لكل شيء ثمرة ,,, وثمرة الصلاة الإقبال على الله ..." <3

أَقبضُ بِكلتا يَدَّي على هذه اللَحظاتِ الجَميلة ، فأنا أخشى ضياعها <3 !

Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met... <3

Because you have no survival instinct, Grace. You're like a tank, you just chug along< thinking nothing can stop you, until you meet up with a bigger tank. Are you sure you want to go out with someone with that kind of history?" mom seemed to warm her theory. " he couldhave a psychotic break. I read that people get those when they're twenty-eight. he could be almost normal and then suddenly go slasher. I mean, you know I've never told you what to do with your life before now. But what if-I told you not to see him?" I hadn't been expecting that. My voice was brittle. "I would say that by virtue of your not acting parental up to this point, you've relinquished your abiblity to wield any power now. Sam and I are together. It's not an option." Mom threw her hands up as if trying to stop the Grace-tank from running over her. "Okay. Fine. Just be careful, okay? Whatever. I'm going to get a drink." And just like that her parental engergies were expendede.

When We're Together I Start To Feel Like Butterflies Are Fluttering Around Inside, And We're Walking, Talking, Smiling And Holding Each Others Hand:} <3

ضُمني حد الإلتحام ... <3

Thank you, Professor Weston... <— How about those ellipses? Did they fit there) —Gillian

يجب سقاية الذكريات كما تسقى الزهور في أصيص، وهذه السقاية تقتضي اتصالاً منتظماً بشهود الماضي، أي بأصدقاء، إنهم مرآتنا."<ميلان كونديرا

The thing to understand here is that gang rapes and gang or cult killings in times of peace and war are not “senseless violence.” They are instead powerful acts of group bonding and criminal enabling that, quite often, have a hidden purpose of promoting the wealth, power, or vanity of a specific leader or cause…at the expense of the innocent.

Me: Gotta go. Baby crying. Hope: Good luck. Carin: Don’t wish her good luck. It’s not a sporting event. Hope: :P What’s the worst response to I <3 you? Carin: Silence and then, “I wish I felt the same.” Hope: I’m thinking “Why?” Carin: How about “That’s nice.” Hope: Brutal. Me: I’m done here.

CHAPTER 2: INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS ALDO THE APACHE My name is Lt. Aldo Raine and I'm putting together a special team, and I need me 8 soldiers. 8 Jewish-American soldiers. Now, y'all might've heard rumors about the armada happening soon. Well, we'll be leaving a little earlier. We're gonna be dropped into France, dressed as civilians. And once we're in enemy territory, as a bushwhackin' guerrilla army, we're gonna be doin' one thing and one thing only... killin' Nazis. Now, I don't know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn't come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross 5,000 miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a fuckin' air-o-plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazi ain't got no humanity. They're the foot soldiers of a Jew-hatin', mass murderin' maniac and they need to be destroyed. That's why any and every every son of a bitch we find wearin' a Nazi uniform, they're gonna die. Now, I'm the direct descendant of the mountain man Jim Bridger. That means I got a little Injun in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance. We will be cruel to the Germans, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the German won't not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the German will be sickened by us, and the German will talk about us, and the German will fear us. And when the German closes their eyes at night and they're tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with. Sooounds good?

لَكَ في هذا القَلبِ مَقعَدٌ لا يُشارِكُك فيه أَحد من خَلق الله <3 !

Take your age the first time a stranger touched your body with danger in his hands, evil-minded... But it's not usually a stranger, is it<

There can be no doubt that this resistance to killing one’s fellow man is there and that it exists as a result of a powerful combination of instinctive, rational, environmental, hereditary, cultural, and social factors. It is there, it is strong, and it gives us cause to believe that there just may be hope for mankind after all.

Ohana means family - no one gets left behind, and no one is ever forgotten.' <3

يقول (كريستوفر هارولد ) المؤرخ العظيم : >>نفس المشاهد البشعة تتكرر دائماً عند اقتحام المدن المفتوحة ، حتى إن الأمر يحتاج إلى عالم نفسي لتفسيره وليس إلى مؤرخ << ..

سلامٌ عليكَ، سلامٌ علينا، سلامٌ تغلغلَني منذُ ابتدينا، فعِشتُ سلاماً وقلتُ سلاما ولن أُلقِي يوماً عليكَ السلامَ إلا محبةً وليس خصاما <3 هناء صبري

Come, let us hasten to a higher plane Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn, Their indices bedecked from one to n Commingled in an endless Markov chain! I'll grant thee random access to my heart, Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love; And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove, And in our bound partition never part. Cancel me not — for what then shall remain? Abscissas some mantissas, modules, modes, A root or two, a torus and a node: The inverse of my verse, a null domain. - Love and Tensor Algebra

As I brush my teeth, I scroll through my phone to see if Sabrina texted when my phone was on silent last night. She didn’t. Damn. I was hoping my speech—and that amazing fucking kiss—might’ve changed her mind about going out with me, but I guess it didn’t. I do, however, find the most mind-boggling conversation in the group chat I have with my roommates. All the messages are from last night, and they’re bizarre as fuck. Garrett: The hells, D?! Dean: It’s not what you think!! Logan: It’s hard to mistake ur romantic bath with that giant pink thing! In ur ass! Dean: It wasn’t in my ass! Garrett: I’m not even going to ask where it was Dean: I had a girl over! Garrett: Suuuuuuuuure Logan: Suuuuuuuuure Dean: I hate you guys Garrett: <3 Logan: <3 I rinse my mouth out, spit, and drop the toothbrush into the little cup on the sink. Then I quickly type out a text. Me: Wait… what did I miss? Since we have practice in twenty minutes, the guys are already awake and clearly on their phones. Two photos pop up simultaneously. Garrett and Logan have both sent me pics of pink dildos. I’m even more confused now. Dean messages immediately with, Why do you guys have dildo pics handy? Logan: ALINIMB Dean: ?? Me: ?? Garrett: At Least It’s Not In My Butt. I snort to myself, because I’m starting to piece it together. Logan: Nice, G! U got that on the first try! Garrett: We spend too much time 2gether. Me: PLEASE tell me u caught D playing w/ dildos. Logan: Sure did. Dean is quick to object again. I HAD A GIRL OVER! The guys and I rag on him for a couple more minutes, but I have to stop when Fitzy stumbles into the bathroom and shoves me aside. He’s got crazy bedhead and he’s buck-naked. “Gotta piss,” he mumbles. “Mornin’, sunshine,” I say cheerfully. “Want me to make you some coffee?” “God. Yes. Please.” Chuckling, I duck out of the bathroom and walk the four or so steps into his kitchenette. When he finally emerges, I shove a cup of coffee in his hand, sip my own, and say, “Dean shoved a dildo up his ass last night.” Fitzy nods. “Makes sense.” I snicker mid-sip. Coffee spills over the rim of my cup. “It really does, huh?

Fascism should more appropriately be called Corporatism because it is a merger of state and corporate power" <-- This is a fake quote, it appears in none of the writings or recorded speeches of Mussolini. ― Benito Mussolini

You're wasting your time Giving me that speech you try to don't reach: your smile <3 You're holding your tears Your insides are dead You're eating your fears, In a cigarette. You've waited too long, to finally see... Sunshine in the rain is as deep as the sea.

He has to wair for another load of laundry to get done. So I wait with him. I lean back against the couch, sitting really low the way I like. I scrunch over and put my head on his shoulder. We sit like that for a long time. Watching other people's laundry dry. <3

Dear Mr. Kulti, You are my favorite player. I play soccer 2 butt I'm not good like you are. Not yet. I practice all the time so 1 day I can be just like you or beter. I watch all of ur games so don't mess up. Ur #1 fan, Sal <3<3<3 P.S. Do u have a girl friend? P.P.S. Why don't u cut ur hair? "I was nineteen when that showed up to the club's offices. It was my third fan letter ever and the other two were topless pictures. That letter stayed in every locker I used for the nest ten years. It was the first thing I looked at before my games, and the first thing I saw after I played. I framed it and put it in my house in Meissen once it started to wear out. It's still there on the wall of my bedroom.

When a girl says "your beautiful" to a boy what she means by that is that she wants to be with you forever<3

مهترئة أيامي بدونك <\٣

A man who needs to feel he is charge is the easiest to manipulate.

Her sanity was perhaps an unwarranted assumption.

بالمناسبة ماذا كنت ستسألنى فى مقابلتك تلك؟ أجاب وهو يمشى جوارها نحو السيارة : أولاً هل انتى وفية ؟ ثم ؟ لكنك لم تجيبى عن السؤال الأول . -أفضل الاطلاع على كل الاسئلة قبل الاجابة هكذا علمونى ! - فليكن .. ثانياً هل ستكونين لى ؟ -ثم؟ كانا قد وصلا الى السيارة . فقال : -أكتفى بهذا الؤالين ، البقية سأطرحها عليك فى وقت لا تتوقعينه ! قالت ممازحة : -من حقى إذاً ان أ<يبك فى الوقت الذى لن تتوقعه على الاطلاق !

Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

He'd wanted her. Out of all the women in the world, he'd wanted her. Wanted, hell, she thought grinning now. Pursued, demanded. Taken. And while she could admit all of that was exciting, he'd gone one step further. He cherished. She'd never believed anyone would, or could. And had never believed there was enough inside her to give all of those things back." (Lt. Eve Dallas)

Who is the best marshal they have?' The sheriff thought on it for a minute. He said, 'I would have to weigh that proposition. There is near about two hundred of them. I reckon William Waters is the best tracker. He is a half-breed Comanche and it is something to see, watching him cut for sign. The meanest one is Rooster Cogburn. He is a pitiless man, double-tough, and fear don't enter into his thinking. He loves to pull a cork. Now L.T. Quinn, he brings his prisoners in alive. He may let one get by now and then but he believes even the worst of men is entitled to a fair shake. Also the court does not pay any fees for dead men. Quinn is a good peace officer and a lay preacher to boot. He will not plant evidence or abuse a prisoner. He is straight as a string. Yes, I will say Quinn is about the best they have.' I said, 'Where can I find this Rooster?

فاجأني الخريف في نيسان وطائر السمان حط على شوائط البحر الشمالية طلبتُ من تحبه نفسي قبيل النوم فلم أجد إلا عذاب الصوم طلبتُ من تحبه نفسي في الظل والشمسِ فلم أجد نفسي وها أنا خلف النوافذ الزجاجية أرقبُ عند المغرب الشاحب طائريَ الغائب <3

Cauldron save me," she began whispering, her voice lovely and even-like music. "Mother hold me," she went on, reciting a prayer similar to one I'd heard once before, when Tamlin eased the passing of that lesser faerie who'd died in the foyer. Another of Amarantha's victims. "Guide me to you." I was unable to raise my dagger, unable to take the step that would close the distance between us. "Let me pass through the gates; let me smell that immortal land of milk and honey." Silent tears slide down my face and neck, where they dampened the filthy collar of my tunic. As she spoke, I knew I would be forever barred from that immortal land. I knew that whatever Mother she meant would never embrace me. In saving Tamlin, I was to damn myself. I couldn't do this-couldn't lift that dagger again. "Let me fear no evil," she breathed, staring at me-into me, into the soul that was cleaving itself apart."Let me feel no pain." A sob broke from my lips. "I'm sorry," I moaned. "Let me enter eternity," She breathed. I wept as I understood. >i/i< she was saying. >ii/< Her bronze eyes were steady, if not sorrowful. Infinitely, infinitely worse than the pleading of the dead faerie beside her. I couldn't do it. But she held my gaze-held my gaze and nodded.

Wenn ein kleiner Junge ein Stück Holz unterm Ofen hervorholt und zu dem Holz >>Hü!<< sagt, dann ist es ein Pferd, ein richtiges lebendiges Pferd. Und wenn der große Bruder sich kopfschüttelnd das Holz betrachtet und zu dem kleinen Jungen sagt: >>Das ist ja gar kein Pferd, sondern du bist ein Esel<<, so ändert das nicht das Geringste daran. Und mit meiner Zeitungsnotiz war es ähnlich. Die anderen Leute dachten: Na ja, das ist eben eine Notiz von zwanzig Zeilen. Ich aber murmelte >>Hokuspokus!<<, und da war's ein Buch.

مـــش حــُب شـــخـصى بـــس حُـــب الـــفـــكــره أكتر حُـــــب ضـــــد الــيأس حُــــــب اتـولـد وبــيكبر حُـــب كــان طـبــيــعى لـــواحـــد بيـــنا حَـــس صــحــيح بــنحــبه بس حُــبــه لـــيـــنا أكـــــبر Hamdeen Sabahy <3

My phone vibrates and I glance at it. Good night. <3 Rae That little heart emoticon gives me the goofiest swell of emotion in history. Hell, I think I could give Wyatt a run for his money. He’s the king of goof. Night. I add a heart because it seems like the appropriate thing to do. Guess that makes me the king of goof’s bitch? Or is that love’s bitch? Either way, this girl owns me.

سوف نرحل وحدنا إذا لم لم يكن أحد يريد الرحيل معنا - لا لن نذهب بل سوف نبقى هنا ، لأننا أنجبنا هنا واحداً من أبنائنا - ولكن ، لم يمت لنا أحدٌ هنا ، ولاينتسب الإنسان إلى أرض لاموتى له تحت ترابها‘‘ /// ‘‘إذا لم ننم كان أفضل لنا ، فعندها نستطيع ان نجني أكثر من الحياة’’ // ‘‘لقد أحدثوا فيّ جروحاً هائلة’’ // ‘‘إن سلاحهم يضاهي سلاحنا ولكنهم فوق ذلك يحبون القتال أكثر منا’’ // ‘‘ما أغرب الرجال ! يقضون أعمارهم في محاربة رجال الدين ، بينما يقدمون كتب الصلوات هدايا’’ // ‘‘إن خير الأصدقاء من مات أخيراً’’ // ’’إذا كنت تريد أن ترحل مرة أخرى ، فحاول على الأقل ، أن تذكر كيف كنا هذا المساء<.’’ // ’’عدني بأنك ، إذا صادفت وقتاً عصيباً سيئاً هناك، سوف تفكر بأمك .‘‘ // ‘‘لنتعفن ونهترئ هنا في الداخل ، فسوف نتحول إلى رماد في هذا البيت دون رجال . ولكننا لن نمنح هذه البلدة البائسة سعادة أن ترانا نبكي وننتحب .’’ // ‘‘لو بقي لي بعض السلطة لأعدمتك دون محاكمة ، لا لأنك أنقذت حياتي ، ولكن لأنك أظهرتني غبياً .’’ // ‘‘إنهم جميعاً هكذا يولدون مجانين .’’ // ‘‘ياللقذارة ..!’’ // ‘‘انظري ما أسذجه ، فهو يدعي بأنه يموت بي ! كأنني مرض القولنج العنيف حتى إذا وجدوه ميتاً فعلاً قرب نافذتها ، لم تزد على أن تمسكت برأيها السابق فقالت ، - ألا تلاحظون أنه كان بسيطاً .’’ // ،، ‘‘بحق الله عليك أفليس حراماً أن تعيدوا إليّ تلك الذكرى الآن ؟ <3!.’’ // ‘‘من طبع الرجال أن يتنكروا للجوع بمجرد أن تشبع شهيتهم .’’ // ‘‘الأبواب اخترعت لكي تظل مغلقة‘‘ / ‘‘كانوا ينتظرون انقطاع المطر مي يموتوا ، كانوا كان يشاهدهم عابرين أو قابعين في قاعات جلوسهم تائهة أبصارهم ، وقد صلبوا أيديهم على صدورهم ، وهم يشعرون بأن الزمن كان يمضي دفعة واحدة ، هو زمن لايرحم ، لايفيد فيه تقسيمه إلى شهور وسنين ، وأيام وساعات ، مادام المرء لايستطيع فيه أن يصنع شيئاً غير ان يحدق ويطيل التحديق في المطر ،وأن يتأمل ويطيل التأمل في المطر’’ // ‘‘إن يدي ابنتي لم تخلقا لأعمال هذا العالم الأرضي ، بل للعزف على آلة الكلافسان الموسيقية‘‘ // ‘‘الزمن لايسير ، بل يدور حول نفسه في حلقه مفرغة.‘‘ // ‘‘تعلمت كيف تمشي وهي تصعد الجسر الممتد بين الرصيف والسفينة ، كي لاتسقط في الماء ، وأدركت أنها ينبغي ألا تفارق الراهبات،وألا تخرج من حجرتها لتناول الطعام ، وألا تجيب عن أي سؤال يلقيه عليها مجهول ، من أي الجنسين كان ومهما كان السبب طول الرحلة.’’ // ‘‘كل شيء معروف‘‘ // ‘‘الأدب أفضل حيلة اخترعها الإنسان للسخرية من الآخرين‘‘ // ‘‘تاريخ تلك العائلة كآلة على عجلة لايمكنها تجبن الدوران والتكرار ، فهي عجلة يمكن لها ان تستمر في الدوران إلى مالا نهاية لولا التآكل المتزايد والذي لايمكن علاجه في محور العجلة‘‘ // ‘‘سوف ينحدر هذا العالم إلى الدرك الأسفل ، عندما يسافر الناس في الدرجة الأولى ، بينما يوضع الأدب في مركبة الشحن’’ // ‘‘آه يانبي يكفيني أن أكون على يقين بأني وإياك موجودان فعلاً بهذه اللحظة

والمشكلة في الجيوش الغازية التي تحارب بعيداً عن أرضها ، هي ضعف الحافز القتالي إلى حد ما ، بينما الجيوش المدافعة عن أرضها تجد المبرر الأخلاقي الكافي للحرب .. وقد تبين (نابليون بونابرت ) هذه الحقيقة بنظرة الثاقب ، وقال : >> إن الجيش يُهزم حين يقول أول جندي : لقد هزمنا .. <<

Certainly not! I didn't build a machine to solve ridiculous crossword puzzles! That's hack work, not Great Art! Just give it a topic, any topic, as difficult as you like..." Klapaucius thought, and thought some more. Finally he nodded and said: "Very well. Let's have a love poem, lyrical, pastoral, and expressed in the language of pure mathematics. Tensor algebra mainly, with a little topology and higher calculus, if need be. But with feeling, you understand, and in the cybernetic spirit." "Love and tensor algebra?" Have you taken leave of your senses?" Trurl began, but stopped, for his electronic bard was already declaiming: Come, let us hasten to a higher plane, Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn, Their indices bedecked from one to n, Commingled in an endless Markov chain! Come, every frustum longs to be a cone, And every vector dreams of matrices. Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze: It whispers of a more ergodic zone. In Reimann, Hilbert or in Banach space Let superscripts and subscripts go their ways. Our asymptotes no longer out of phase, We shall encounter, counting, face to face. I'll grant thee random access to my heart, Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love; And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove, And in bound partition never part. For what did Cauchy know, or Christoffel, Or Fourier, or any Boole or Euler, Wielding their compasses, their pens and rulers, Of thy supernal sinusoidal spell? Cancel me not--for what then shall remain? Abscissas, some mantissas, modules, modes, A root or two, a torus and a node: The inverse of my verse, a null domain. Ellipse of bliss, converge, O lips divine! The product of our scalars is defined! Cyberiad draws nigh, and the skew mind Cuts capers like a happy haversine. I see the eigenvalue in thine eye, I hear the tender tensor in thy sigh. Bernoulli would have been content to die, Had he but known such a^2 cos 2 phi!

Colonization of the world, more often than not by robbery and warfare, spread Christianity into the Americas and other corners of the earth, just as Islam was spread throughout Asia and Africa. lt is not a coincidence that the two most widespread religions in the world today are the most warlike and intolerant religions in history. Before the rise of Christianity, religious tolerance, including a large degree of religious freedom, was not only custom but in many ways law under the Roman and Persian empires. They conquered for greed and power, rarely for any declared religious reasons, and actually sought to integrate foreign religions into their civilization, rather than seeking to destroy them. People were generally not killed because they practiced a different religion. Indeed, the Christians were persecuted for denying that the popular gods existed — not for following a different religion. In other words, Christians were persecuted for being intolerant.

anyone is laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be spelled loll. like what a lobotomized person's tongue does. loll. loll. i can't think anymore. loll. loll! or ttyl. bitch, you're not actually talking. that would require actual vocal contact or <3. you honestly think that looks like a heart? if you do, that's only because you'v never seen scrotum. (rofl! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well, please stay down there a sec while i KICK YOUR ASS)

Tears and Smiles <3 Mrs. Randolph Quite the character!!! "Here’s the thing about life, boy. We meet a lot of people along this journey. Some of them are sonsabitches and some are special. When you find the special ones you don’t take a moment for granted, because you never know when your time with them is gonna be up. I got over fifty years with my Fritz. Fifty wonderful years. When he died, I was lost for a few months. I lost my fire. But then I realized that life’s short and I had a choice to make. I could keep bein’ miserable, or I could go find joy and live again.” She’s squeezing even harder now. “If you only listen to one thing this crazy old lady tells you, I hope it’s this: ain’t nobody gonna stoke your fire but you, boy.” She looks at me hard with her grey, cloudy eyes. “You go make life happen.

Clicking on "send" has its limitations as a system of subtle communication. Which is why, of course, people use so many dashes and italics and capitals ("I AM joking!") to compensate. That's why they came up with the emoticon, too—the emoticon being the greatest (or most desperate, depending how you look at it) advance in punctuation since the question mark in the reign of Charlemagne. You will know all about emoticons. Emoticons are the proper name for smileys. And a smiley is, famously, this: :—) Forget the idea of selecting the right words in the right order and channelling the reader's attention by means of artful pointing. Just add the right emoticon to your email and everyone will know what self-expressive effect you thought you kind-of had in mind. Anyone interested in punctuation has a dual reason to feel aggrieved about smileys, because not only are they a paltry substitute for expressing oneself properly; they are also designed by people who evidently thought the punctuation marks on the standard keyboard cried out for an ornamental function. What's this dot-on-top-of-a-dot thing for? What earthly good is it? Well, if you look at it sideways, it could be a pair of eyes. What's this curvy thing for? It's a mouth, look! Hey, I think we're on to something. :—( Now it's sad! ;—) It looks like it's winking! :—r It looks like it's sticking its tongue out! The permutations may be endless: :~/ mixed up! <:—) dunce! :—[ pouting! :—O surprise! Well, that's enough. I've just spotted a third reason to loathe emoticons, which is that when they pass from fashion (and I do hope they already have), future generations will associate punctuation marks with an outmoded and rather primitive graphic pastime and despise them all the more. "Why do they still have all these keys with things like dots and spots and eyes and mouths and things?" they will grumble. "Nobody does smileys any more.

Dear Tully-- I know you won't be able to stand my fucking funeral. You're not the star. I hope you at least had the photos of me airbrushed. There are so many things I should say to you, but in our lifetime we've said them all. Take care of Johnny and the kids for me, okay? Teach the boys how to be gentlemen and Marah how to be strong. When they're ready, give them my journal and tell them about me when they ask. The truth, too. I want them to know it all. It's going to be hard on you, now. That's one of the things I regret the most. So, here's what I have to say in my beyond-the-grave letter (very dramatic, don't you think?): I know you'll be thinking that I left you, but it's not true. All you have to do is remember Firefly Lane, and you'll find me. There will always be a TullyandKate. BFF <3 Kate

(في معنى أن الخوف والحزن واليأس أمهات الخبائث وأن التوحيد دواء هذه العلل الخبيثة) ذلك النُّصحُ سرى في قلبِهِ ... فغدا الصِّديقُ صِدِّيقاً بِهِ وَنَما المسلمَ مثلّ الكوكبِ ... باسمٌ في سعيِهِ والدَّأبِ حرّرِ النّفُسَ منَ الغمّ ودَعْ ... إن عرفْتَ اللهَ، أغلالَ الطمعْ قوةُ الإيمانِ تُحيي فاعلَمَنْ ... وِرْدَ >> لا خوفٌ عليهم << فاقرأَنْ قلبُهُ من >> لا تخَفْ << قلبٌ سليمْ ... حين يمضي نحو فرعونٍ كليمْ خوفُ غيرِ اللهِ قتلُ العملِ ... وهو للأحياء قطعُ السُّبُلِ وبه العزمُ يخافُ الغِيَرا ... وترى المِقْدَامَ منه حَذِرا مَنْ نما ذا البذرًُ يوماً في ثَراهْ ... حَرَمتْهُ من تجلِّيها الحياهْ فهو فسلٌ وهو شادٍ يَعْزِفُ ... بيدٍ شُلَّت وقلبٍ يرجُفُ يسرِقُ الرِّجْل قُوَى تسيارها ... يسلبُ الرأسَ قوى أفكارِها إن تجلَّى لعدٍّ خوفُكا ... هانَ كالوردِ، عليه قطفُكا سيفُه يزدادُ فتكاً في اليدِ ... عينُه فيكَ حسامٌ لا يَدي غلَّنا الخوفُ، وكم في بحرِنا ... منْ عُبابٍ مائجٍ في دهرِنا! إنْ أبَى الأذنَ يَثُر فيه الغناءْ ... ويهزَّ اللحنُ آفاقَ السَّماءْ كلُّ شرٍّ في فؤادٍ يُضْمَرُ ... أصلُه الخوفُ، إذا ما تُبصِرُ منْ ديار الموتِ عينٌ قَدِما ... مثل ميمِ الموتِ قلبٌ أَظْلَما عينُه تلبيسُ آثارِ الحياهْ ... أذْنهُ تدليسُ أخبارِ الحياهْ يزهرُ الخِبُّ به والمَلِقُ ... ونفاقُ القلبِ منه يورقُ -----------------***--------------------- ثوبُه للزُّور سترٌ والريَبْ ... حِجرُه الفتنةُ فيه والحَربْ حُرِمَ الخوفُ طُموحَ الهمَّةِ ... هو خدنٌ لحليفِ الذِّلّةِ كلُّ من يفقُدُ سرَّ المصطفى ... يجدُ الإشراكَ في الخوْفِ اختفى ------------ نقله إلى العربية شعراً الدكتور عبدالوهّاب عزّام

She means," Nate said, turning away from the books, "That David has gone full weird." "He was always that way<' Janelle said in a low voice. "Yeah, but now he's completed his journey. Our little caterpillar has turned into a freaky butterfly." "Tell her about the screaming," Janelle said. "Because I can't." "The screaming? Stevie repeated. "The other morning he started something called 'screaming meditation'," Nate said. "Guess what happens in screaming meditation? Did you guess screaming? For fifteen minutes? Because that's what happens in screaming meditation. Fifteen. Minutes. Outside. At five in the morning. Do you know what happens when someone screams outside for fifteen minutes at five in the morning at a remote location in the mountains, especially after a . . ." The implied dot dot dot was "student dies in a terrible accident or maybe murder and another one goes missing." "When security got to him he claimed it was his new religion and that it is something he needs to do every morning now as a way to talk to the sun." So this is what Edward King had been referring to. "Sometimes," Nate went on, tapping the books into place so that the spines lined up perfectly, "he sleeps on the roof. Or somewhere else. Sometimes the green." "Naked," Janelle added. "He sleeps on the green naked." "Or in classrooms," Nate said. "Someone said they went into differential equations and he was asleep in the corner of the room under a Pokémon comforter." "Your boy has not been well," Janelle said.