Ly Quotes

Jack: "..You were the on­ly one I saw when I closed my eyes" Lexi: "Then why wasn't I enough when they were open?

Ricky was "L" but he's home with the flu, Lizzie, our "O," had some homework to do, Mitchell, "E" prob'ly got lost on the way, So I'm all of the love that could make it today.

It had come about ex­act­ly in the way things hap­pened in books.

For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words en­dure.

The only thing known to go faster than ordinary light is monarchy, according to the philosopher Ly Tin Wheedle. He reasoned like this: you can't have more than one king, and tradition demands that there is no gap between kings, so when a king dies the succession must therefore pass to the heir instantaneously. Presumably, he said, there must be some elementary particles -- kingons, or possibly queons -- that do this job, but of course succession sometimes fails if, in mid-flight, they strike an anti-particle, or republicon. His ambitious plans to use his discovery to send messages, involving the careful torturing of a small king in order to modulate the signal, were never fully expanded because, at that point, the bar closed.

When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight o' clock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he’s a terrible kisser to boot.” Evie’s parents stared in stunned silence. “Or so I’ve heard.

Rory, Rory, Rory - was it your idea to get The Sea to cure me?' [said the Doctor.] 'Yes,' said Rory, smiling. 'That was brilliant.' The Doctor beamed, then his face fell. '-ly awful.

Her heart is so ten­der that she could not help but mourn even me—a man whom she can bare­ly abide.

Okay. That’s fair. Abso-tive-ly fair. Let’s say the tables were turned. If I were about to walk off a cliff, what would you do?” Evie pursed her lips. “Push?” “I don’t believe that.” “You would on the way down.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

Then I said, “Matt’s got a big mouth.” “They all got big mouths, girl, learn that quick. These boys talk more than a pack of women. I lost fifty bucks on you.” I was stunned speechless again, this time it didn’t last as long. “What?” “See, Lee nailed Indy the first night they were together. Not nailed her nailed her but she was in his bed. Eddie, with Jet, it took a few days. Hank and Roxie, like, a day. Vance, like three, but Jules was a virgin and he had to interrupt the festivities once to go out and shoot someone.” I was blinking rapidly and feeling kind of faint at the amount and sensitivity of information Shirleen was imparting, not to mention what it might mean to me. “So we had a pool. Everyone threw down money on when they thought Luke would nail you. Mace won five hundred dollars.” Ho-ly crap. “So,” she went on. “Did he nail you nail you or did you two just sleep?” For some reason, I answered her unbelievably nosy question. “We just slept.” “New pool!” she shouted.

Heart turned to me, his face thought­ful. “Yes­ter­day morn­ing. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days be­fore that.” He smiled at me. “You were sup­posed to be the Al­pha’s eye can­dy.” Adam laughed. “What?” I asked him. “You don’t think I’d be good eye can­dy?” I looked down at my over­alls and grease-​stained hands. I’d torn an­oth­er nail to the quick. “Hon­ey is eye can­dy,” said Ben apolo­get­ical­ly. “You’re . . . just you.” “Mine,” said Adam, edg­ing be­tween Heart and me. “Mine is what she is.

Ig­nore how it feels when the on­ly re­al tal­ent you have is for hid­ing the truth.

Since change is con­stant, you won­der if peo­ple crave death be­cause it’s the on­ly way they can get any­thing re­al­ly fin­ished.

One: Don't kill yourself. Two: Don't kill each other. Three: Try hard not to kill nobody else, but if you have to, better if it ain't fam'ly.

They're the perfect loving fam'ly, so adoring... And I love them ev'ry day of ev'ry week. So my son's a little shit, my husband's boring, And my daughter, though a genius, is a freak.

With my life comes my heart, yours now to crush or cherish as you will. It is my hope you will have a care in keeping both.

Thinking ish-ly allowed ideas to flow freely.

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

Peeta sighs. "Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping." Sounds of sympathy from the crowd. Unrequited love they can relate to. She have another fellow?" asks Caesar. I don’t know, but a lot of boys like her," says Peeta. So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down then, eh?" says Caesar encouraging-ly. I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning...won’t help in my case," says Peeta. Why ever not?" says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. "Because...because...she came here with me.

maybe god is a child ‘s hand)very carefully bring -ing to you and to me(and quite with out crushing)the papery weightless diminutive world with a hole in it out of which demons with wings would be streaming if something had(maybe they couldn’t agree)not happened(and floating- ly int o

The oth­ers went up­stairs, a slow unwilling pro­ces­sion. If this had been an old house, with creak­ing wood, and dark shad­ows, and heav­ily pan­elled walls, there might have been an eerie feel­ing. But this house was the essence of moder­ni­ty. There were no dark corners - ​no pos­si­ble slid­ing pan­els - it was flood­ed with elec­tric light - every­thing was new and bright and shining. There was noth­ing hid­den in this house, noth­ing con­cealed. It had no at­mo­sphere about it. Some­how, that was the most fright­en­ing thing of all. They ex­changed good-​nights on the up­per land­ing. Each of them went in­to his or her own room, and each of them automatical­ly, al­most with­out con­scious thought, locked the door....

I told you guys my grandparents visited, and it was their first time celebrating Thanksgiving. Hailey asked if we ate a cat. Because we’re Chinese.” Ho-ly

‎Không phải vô tình mà chiếc đồng hồ mang hình tròn. Mỗi ngày trôi qua, cứ tưởng là đang tiến về phía trước nhưng trên thực tế, đã quay lại vị trí ban đầu. Cuộc sống tù đọng. Chỉ trẻ con mới nghĩ là lớn lên sẽ tự do đến nơi mình muốn, làm điều mình thích. Chín mươi chín phần trăm chúng ta lần lượt lập gia đình, sinh con, đi làm, khai thuế, nhích dần từng bậc lương, đánh vật với các phương tiện giao thông, uống cà phê như uống nước để chống chọi các cơn buồn ngủ. Mọi dự định đều để giành đến hai ngày cuối tuần nhưng thứ bảy buổi sáng chen lấn trong siêu thị, buổi chiều hút bụi lau cửa kính giặt quần áo rửa xe ô tô, chủ nhật ăn cơm trưa xong đã bốn giờ chiều, hai ly rượu vang lại khiến phải ra đi-văng làm một giấc, tám giờ tối thức dậy ăn nốt chỗ cơm thừa ban trưa, thế là vừa vặn đúng bốn mươi tám tiếng đã tưởng chệch ra được vòng tròn của thời gian.

As to any sense of inequality, or youthfulness, or other difficulty in our way, little Em'ly and I had no such trouble, because we had no future. We made no more provision for growing older, than we did for growing younger.

Thế giới rộng lớn như vậy, người quen bên mình, thực sự là ít. Ít đến ly kỳ. Không biết những người khác sống thế nào. Có lẽ cũng giống nhau. Một mình ra quán ăn cơm. Đi qua biển người mênh mông, lại tìm không ra người nói chuyện.

Ex-act-ly, pre-cisely: with your usual acuteness, you have hit the nail straight on the head.

I pray that the Lord might crown this year with His goodness and in the coming one give you a hallowed dare-devil spirit in lifting the biting sword of Truth, consuming you with a passion that is called by the cultured citizen of Christendom 'fanaticism', but known to God as that saint-ly madness that led His Son through bloody sweat and hot tears to agony on a rude Cross---and Glory!

...there's me, Gurth, Dotti, Grenn an' about a hunnerd shrews. If'n we wants to lie 'round for a day or two then you'll find yore prob'ly outvoted!" Lord Brocktree's eyes told the otter that he was not about to have his decision overruled. Swinging forth his battle blade, he stuck it quivering into the ground. "Lets's be reasonable about this, friend. Let me explain the rules. One Badger Lord carries two hundred votes and his sword carries another hundred. Agreed?" Ruff looked from the sword to the badger. Sunlight gleamed from the blade lighting Brocktree's eyes with a formidable gleam. He smiled nervously at his huge friend. "Reason, that's wot I likes, mate. Vote carried. We go after brekkist tomarrer!

Tôi vẫn nhớ những thời khi tình yêu vẫn còn đó. Khi tôi nghe tiếng chim gọi nhau những chiều tối, hay tiếng còi của những con tàu chở than trên sông Rhein đi ngang qua thành phố, tôi tìm được chút ý nghĩa trong những âm thanh quen thuộc buồn buồn của một ngày. Hoặc khi tôi đi làm về nhà vào một chiều thu, bước vào một căn phòng chưa thắp đèn, nhìn thấy chút nắng cuối ngày hắt qua cửa sổ và rọi qua cái ly nước bằng thủy tinh uống dở còn để trên bàn, tôi tìm được cái đẹp trong cái ánh sáng mong manh đó. Những đồ vật và những khoảnh khắc của cuộc đời được gắn lại với nhau bằng một thứ keo, nối lại với nhau bằng chút ý nghĩa, một chút tình yêu, khẽ khàng và ít đam mê, nhưng bàng bạc đủ để cho cuộc đời được nguyên vẹn.

Fella says today, 'Depression is over. I seen a jackrabbit, an' they wasn't nobody after him.' An' another fella says, 'That aint the reason. Can't afford to kill jackrabbits no more. Catch 'em and milk 'em an' turn 'em loose. One you seen prob'ly gone dry.

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…

It was Grandfather's watch and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

The past, for everyone, is full of missed chances, surviving to understand them, if not set them straight, is one of the things that makes the next breath worth taking.

The majority of dysfunctions that arise and entrench themselves in our lives are caused because of preconditioned expectations and assumptions.

Believing isnot enough, Sang Ly. If you want to resurrect hope, doing is the most important. Can you do these things?

Đối với tôi văn chương không phải là một cách đem đến cho người đọc sự thoát ly hay sự quên, trái lại văn chương là một thứ khí giới thanh cao và đắc lực mà chúng ta có, để vừa tố cáo và thay đổi một cái thế giới giả dối và tàn ác, làm cho lòng người được thêm trong sạch và phong phú hơn".

Sang Ly, we are literature-our lives, our hopes, our desires, our despairs, our passions, our strengths, our weaknesses. Stories express our longing not only to make a difference today but to see what is possible for tomorrow. Literature has been called a handbook for the art of being human.

Now we sing dis stupid song! Sing it as we run along! Why we sing dis we don’t know! We can’t make der words rhyme prop’ly!

David Hume, the great­est skep­tic of them all, once remarked that after a gath­er­ing of skep­tics met to pro­claim the verac­i­ty of skep­ti­cism as a phi­los­o­phy, all of the mem­bers of the gath­er­ing nonethe­less left by the door rather than the win­dow. I see Hume’s point. It was all just talk. The solemn philoso­phers weren’t tak­ing what they said seri­ous­ly.

By your father's word has your life been given to me to protect. Now do I give you my life in return, yours to keep until the day I die. --Falon to Shanelle

Book of Mormon 4 Neiphi. 1: 4, 15-20 4 And it came to pass that the thirty and seventh year passed away also, and there still continued to be peace in the land. • • • 15 And it came to pass that there was no contention in the land, because of the love of God which did dwell in the hearts of the people. 16 And there were no envyings, nor strifes, nor tumults, nor horedoms, nor lyings, nor murders, nor any manner of lasciviousness; and surely there could not be a happier people among all the people who had been created by the hand of God. 17 There were no robbers, nor murderers, neither were there Lamanites, nor any manner of -ites; but they were in one, the children of Christ, and heirs to the kingdom of God. 18 And how blessed were they! For the Lord did bless them in all their doings; yea, even they were blessed and prospered until an *hundred and ten years had passed away; and the first generation from Christ had passed away, and there was no contention in all the land.

Live in dreams for too long and ye go mad—ye can never wake up prop’ly, ye can never get the hang o’ reality again.

Logic is always defeated by itself, that is to say, by the insignificance of the cases on which it thrives.’ Ibid-25 bit.ly/Mnhoc7

For example, it is said that someone at a party once asked the famous philosopher Ly Tin Weedle “Why are you here?” and the reply took three years.

To­day is just one of those days the sun comes out to re­al­ly hu­mil­iate you.

I’m nothing without you, Ly. I just don’t work without you. You’ve broken me.” He smiles. “You are everything to me and I will spend the rest of my life showing you that you didn’t make the worst mistake of your life by falling in love with a must like me.

In my language, there is no word for I. To even come close, you must say, E’tesh’lem vereme pri’lus, which means, This one here who is apart from all. It’s the way we say lonely and alone. It’s the way we say outsider. It’s the way we say weak. Everyone always wonders about I love you. In Ifrek you say, Mev o’tem, or, We are together. “How do you say, I’m tired?” people ask. “Ek’erb nal veesh ly. The time for rest is upon us.

The sound of running feet indicated that Sergeant Detritus was bringing some of the latest trainees back from their morning run. He could hear the jody Detritus had taught them. Somehow, you could tell it was made up by a troll: “Now we sing dis stupid song! Sing it as we run along! Why we sing dis we don’t know! We can’t make der words rhyme prop’ly!” “Sound off!” “One! Two!” “Sound off!” “Many! Lots!” “Sound off!” “Er…what?

What was civilization ever, really, but the attempt by man to talk himself into being good? Only good, mind you. The rest had to be shoved somewhere out of sight, under the rug. Which History indeed did, at times politely, at times police-ly, and yet something was always sticking out, breaking loose, overthrowing.

Mr. Ron, I was captive in the devil's prison. That was easy for Miss Debbie to see. But I got to tell you: Many folks had seen me behind the bars in that prison for more than thirty years, and they just walked on by. Kept their keys in their pocket and left me locked up. Now I ain't tryin to run them other folks down, 'cause I was not a nice fella-dangerous-and prob'ly just as happy to stay in prison. But Miss Debbie was different--she seen me behind them bars and reached way down in her pocket and pulled out the keys God gave her and used one to unlock the prison door and set me free.

In the West, for example, people believe they must 'pursue happiness' as if it were some kind of a flighty bird that is always out of reach. In the East, we believe we are born with happiness and one of life's important tasks, my mother told me, is to protect it.

Who you looking for What is his name you can prob'ly find him at the football game it's a small town you know what I mean it's a small town, son and we all support the team

Mrs Palis­sey and I tend­ed to have the same con­ver­sa­tions over and over and slight­ly too of­ten.

Ly, I’ve never felt anything like this…you. I could do this forever with you.

What am I go­ing to do?” Coral asks. “Stay here,” I say. “Watch. Cov­er me if some­thing goes wrong.” “That’s bull­shit,” she says half­heart­ed­ly.

For you see, the face of destiny or luck or god that gives us war also gives us other kinds of pain: the loss of health and youth; the loss of loved ones or of love; the fear that we will end our days alone. Some people suffer in peace the way others suffer in war. The special gift of that suffering, I have learned, is how to be strong while we are weak, how to be brave when we are afraid, how to be wise in the midst of confusion, and how to let go of that which we can no longer hold. In this way, anger can teach us forgiveness, hate can teach us love, and war can teach us peace.

[I] threw open the door to find Rob sit­ting on the low stool in front of my book­case, sur­round­ed by card­board box­es. He was seal­ing the last one up with tape and string. There were eight box­es - eight box­es of my books bound up and ready for the base­ment! "He looked up and said, 'Hel­lo, dar­ling. Don't mind the mess, the care­tak­er said he'd help me car­ry these down to the base­ment.' He nod­ded to­wards my book­shelves and said, 'Don't they look won­der­ful?' "Well, there were no words! I was too ap­palled to speak. Sid­ney, ev­ery sin­gle shelf - where my books had stood - was filled with ath­let­ic tro­phies: sil­ver cups, gold cups, blue rosettes, red rib­bons. There were awards for ev­ery game that could pos­si­bly be played with a wood­en ob­ject: crick­et bats, squash rac­quets, ten­nis rac­quets, oars, golf clubs, ping-​pong bats, bows and ar­rows, snook­er cues, lacrosse sticks, hock­ey sticks and po­lo mal­lets. There were stat­ues for ev­ery­thing a man could jump over, ei­ther by him­self or on a horse. Next came the framed cer­tificates - for shoot­ing the most birds on such and such a date, for First Place in run­ning races, for Last Man Stand­ing in some filthy tug of war against Scot­land. "All I could do was scream, 'How dare you! What have you DONE?! Put my books back!' "Well, that's how it start­ed. Even­tu­al­ly, I said some­thing to the ef­fect that I could nev­er mar­ry a man whose idea of bliss was to strike out at lit­tle balls and lit­tle birds. Rob coun­tered with re­marks about damned blue­stock­ings and shrews. And it all de­gen­er­at­ed from there - the on­ly thought we prob­ably had in com­mon was, What the hell have we talked about for the last four months? What, in­deed? He huffed and puffed and snort­ed and left. And I un­packed my books.

No: Space was the wrong name. Older thinkers had been wiser when they named it simply the heavens—the heavens which declared the glory—the happy climes that ly Where day never shuts his eye Up in the broad fields of the sky. He quoted Milton’s words to himself lovingly, at this time and often.

The learned scientists named ev'ry blamed thing they come across, an' gener'ly they picked out names as nobody could understand or pernounce.

What’s your name, pictsie?’ ‘Awf’ly Wee Billy Bigchin Mac Feegle, mistress.’ ‘You’re very small, aren’t you?’ ‘Only for my height, mistress.

fam•i•ly [fam-uh-lee,, fam-lee] - noun result of two people falling love • a group of people who love and support each other through the good and bad times • one of life's greatest blessings

Giữa điểm đi và điểm đến là quãng đường. Còn giữa chia ly và gặp lại, là cả một quãng đời. Đường đi dẫu dài nhưng bước hoài rồi cũng tới nơi, nhưng ta phải sống thêm bao nhiêu cuộc đời, mới đợi được người trở lại? Câu trả lời đối với một số người, có lẽ là không bao giờ. Bởi có những mối quan hệ mà một khi đã quay lưng lại với nhau thì không thể nào cứu vãn. Đơn giản vì chữ Duyên là một thứ có hạn kỳ. Mà Duyên giữa người với người lại càng chóng cạn, chẳng biết níu giữ bằng cách gì khi lòng đã muốn quay đi. Cái giá cho một lần quay lưng, đôi khi phải trả bằng cả đời đơn độc và lem nhem trong tối. Chuyện cũ như khói. Một lần quay lưng, phủi tay xua mất. Người đi thản nhiên chối bỏ. Chỉ còn đó Thương Nhớ vẫn nhẫn nại hồi sinh...

There’s a ter­ri­ble dark joy when the on­ly per­son who knows all your se­crets is fi­nal­ly dead. Your par­ents. Your doc­tor. Your ther­apist. Your case­work­er. The sun’s out­side the bath­room win­dow try­ing to show us we’re all be­ing stupid. All you have to do is look around.

You're very ugly for fairies," she said. "Aye, well, the ones you gen'rally see are for the pretty flowers, ye ken," said Rob Anybody, inventing desperately. "We're more for the stingin' nettles and bindweed an' Old Man's Troosers an' thistles, okay? It wouldna be fair for only the bonny flowers tae have fairies noo, would it? It'd prob'ly be against the law, eeh?...

I think that's how and why all systems are ultimately corrupted, because instead of following the rules as a template for the deeper meaning of the intention of the rules, the rules are used by people to take advantage of the system for their own selfish, narcissistic, or even nefarious desires.

Present­ly, when the strain re­laxed, Blore said: 'There are habits and habits! Mr. Lom­bard takes a re­volver to out-​of-​the-way places, right enough, and a primus and a sleep­ing-​bag and a sup­ply of bug pow­der, no doubt! But habit wouldn't make him bring the whole out­fit down here? It's on­ly in books peo­ple car­ry re­volvers around as a matter of course.' Dr. Arm­strong shook his head per­plexed­ly.

After a while you learn…” Dịch vài đoạn trong bài thơ “After a while you learn…” của Veronica A. Shoffstall Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Sự khác nhau tinh tế giữa hai điều Một thứ là cái nắm tay thật chặt Và gông xiềng mà ngỡ đó là yêu. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Yêu không hề là dựa dẫm hoàn toàn Và nếu có một đồng hành dai dẳng Thì cũng chưa ai chắc sẽ bình an. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Hôn nhau không có nghĩa ký hợp đồng Những món quà không hề là tín vật Hôn và quà đâu có nghĩa là xong. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta chấp nhận “Mình đã thua” theo cách một quý bà Mắt thẳng nhìn, đầu ngẩng cao đĩnh đạc Chứ không như một đứa trẻ lu loa. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta biết cách Chọn ngay cho mình những nẻo yên vui Ai biết được lỡ ngày mai bất trắc Chuyện tương lai thì quá dễ thay dời. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Nắng ngoài kia dù lấp lánh niềm vui Rồi nó cũng sẽ làm mình bỏng rát Lỡ khi ta say ngủ dưới mặt trời. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta biết cách Tự trồng nên cả một mảnh vườn xinh Thay vì cứ buồn sầu chờ ai đó Hái dăm hoa rồi mang đến cho mình. Rồi sẽ đến một ngày ta hiểu được Dù lòng ta có tha thiết thế nào Người cứ vẫn lạnh lùng không cảm động Vậy thì thôi, chứ còn biết làm sao. Rồi sẽ đến một ngày ta thấu suốt Một người kia dù có tốt cách gì Cũng có lúc sẽ làm mình đau đớn Và mình cần phải học cách quên đi. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Một lần sai ôi mất cả thành trì Mối giao tình xây nhiều năm khó nhọc Chút sai lầm là có thể tan đi. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta thấu rõ Bạn bè kia không máu mủ ruột rà Nhưng họ là anh em mình có được Mà chả cần xin xỏ ở mẹ cha. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta chấp nhận Bạn đổi thay là một chuyện rất thường Ai mà chẳng có khi này khi khác Chả lẽ rồi mình đổi bạn mình luôn. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Chính ta nên là bạn tốt của mình Vì những người trên đời ta yêu nhất Chẳng bên ta trong mọi nẻo hành trình. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Đời sống kia dẫu cay đắng thế nào Thì mình cũng chả nên hùa theo nó Mà quên đem gieo xuống chút ngọt ngào… Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Qua đớn đau, mình mạnh mẽ chừng nào Ta sẽ hiểu, và rồi ta sẽ hiểu Mọi chuyện đời qua những cuộc ly tao.

We gotta have a toast." Rocky on her pins, Peabody used the table for balance. She managed to raise her glass without spilling more than half its contents on Eve's head. "To the best fucking cop in the whole stinking city, who's gonna marry the sexiest sumbitch I, personally, have ever laid eyes on, and who, because she's so goddamn smart, has seen to it that I'm perman'ly attached to Homicide. Which is where any half-blind asshole could tell you I belong. So there." She downed the rest of her drink, fell backward into her chair, and grinned foolishly. "Peabody," Eve said and flicked a finger under her eyes. "I've never been more touched." "I'm shit faced. Dallas." "The evidence points to it.

My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 CORINTHIANS 12:9

A beau­ti­ful girl in a love­ly world Touches the stars and her wings unfurl.

The days sported by us, as if Time had not grown up himself yet, but were a child too, and always at play. I told Em'ly I adored her, and that unless she confessed she adored me I should be reduced to the necessity of killing myself with a sword. She said she did, and I have no doubt she did.

Psalm 34:18 says God is near to the brokenhearted. I truly believe it’s because when your heart is broken, so is your connection to all the worldly things that have been clouding your spirit’s vision.

Parents often fail to address early childhood lying, since the lying is almost innocent—their child’s too young to know what lies are, or that lying’s wrong. When their child gets older and learns those distinctions, the parents believe, the lying will stop. This is dead wrong, according to Dr. Talwar.

It is cer­tain­ly for­tu­nate for us that the num­bers (of quarks and antiquarks) are un­equal be­cause, if they had been the same, near­ly all the quarks and an­ti­quarks would have an­ni­hi­lat­ed each oth­er in the ear­ly uni­verse and left a uni­verse filled with ra­di­ation but hard­ly any mat­ter. There would then have been no galax­ies, stars, or plan­ets on which hu­man life could have de­vel­oped.

It was An­tho­ny Marston who dis­agreed with the ma­jor­ity. 'A bit un­sport­ing, what?' he said. 'Ought to fer­ret out the mys­tery be­fore we go. Whole thing's like a de­tec­tive sto­ry. Pos­itive­ly thrilling.' The judge said acid­ly: 'At my time of life, I have no de­sire for "thrills," as you call them.' An­tho­ny said with a grin: 'The le­gal life's narrow­ing! I'm all for crime! Here's to it.' He picked up his drink and drank it off at a gulp. Too quick­ly, per­haps. He choked -​ choked bad­ly. His face contort­ed, turned pur­ple. He gasped for breath -​ then slid down off his chair, the glass falling from his hand.

an­ti­quarks? Why are there not equal num­bers of each? It is cer­tain­ly for­tu­nate for us that the num­bers are un­equal be ear­ly uni­verse and left a uni­verse filled with ra­di­ation but hard­ly any mat­ter. There would then have been no galax­ies, stars, or plan­ets on which hu­man life could have de­vel­oped.

I've had some mighty mean moments afore I kem to this spot,-- Lost on the plains in '50, drowned almost, and shot; But out on this alkali desert, a hunting a crazy wife, Was ra'ly as on-satis-factory as anything in my life.

He looked at the houses he had been passing these weeks and though he had never studied them carefully they had become familiar through the process of seeing them so often, and he was now impressed with the change in their appearance as he looked at them through the gray of the air and whiteness of the snow, each house, shrub, tree, bush and mailbox trimmed with snow and blending into the air as if they were just a picture projected upon the still, pearly grayness, just an impression created by the silent snow, a picture on the edge and verge of disappearing and leaving only the air and snow through which he now lightly walked. It did not seem possible, but the air was even softer and quieter. He continued walking alongside his prints feeling he could walk forever, that as long as the silent snow continued falling he could continue walking, and as he did he would leave behind all worries and cares, all horrors of the past and future. There would be nothing to bother him or torture his mind and fill his body with tremors of fear, the dark night of the soul over. There would only be himself and the soft, silent snow; and each flake, in its own life, its own separate and distinct entity, would bring with it its own joy, and he would easily partake of that joy as he continued walking, the gentle, silent snow falling ever so quietly, ever so joyously ... yes, and ever so love-ing-ly ... loveing-ly....

If I'd been a cowboy, it might've ended well. Somewhere on the ramble, I'm sure I'd have to sell My guns along the highway. My coins to the table To make a gambler's double, I'd double debts to pay. Prob'ly shrink and slink away, It mightn't've ended well. What If I'd been a sailor? I think it might've ended well. From August to May For a searat of man drifting through eternal blue, aboard the finest Debris. I might've called the shanties. From daybreak to storm's set, lines stay Taught, over rhythm unbroken. But, oh, there's a schism unspoken, a mighty calling of the lee. An absentminded Pirate, unaccustomed to the sea; To the land, a traitor. I think it mightn't've ended well. What might've worked for me? What might've ended well? Soldier, to bloody sally forth through hell? Teacher of glorious stories to tell? Man of gold, or stores to sell? Lover to a gentle belle? Maybe a camel; A seashell. What mightn't've been a life where it mightn't've ended well?

Books do not per­ish like hu­mankind. Of course we com­mon­ly see them bro­ken in the hab­er­dash­er's shop when on­ly a few months be­fore they lay bound on the sta­tion­er's stall; these are not true works, but mere trash and new­fan­gle­ness for the vul­gar. There are thou­sands of such gew­gaws and toys which peo­ple have in their cham­bers, or which they keep up­on their shelves, be­liev­ing that they are pre­cious things, when they are the mere pass­ing fol­lies of the pass­ing time and of no more val­ue than pa­pers gath­ered up from some dunghill or raked by chance out of the ken­nel. True books are filled with the pow­er of the un­der­stand­ing which is the in­her­itance of the ages: you may take up a book in time, but you read it in eter­ni­ty.

The crusts, or at least what he assumed was crusts, were already rolled out flat rounds. "How many do we need?" Because he could eat one of these all on his own. "One for Uncle Slayde and Jenny. One for me and Maggie. One for…Who do you share with?" "I think I can probably eat the whole thing by myself." He patted his belly. "What do you think?" Christian looked at him. "You could prob'ly eat a whole elephant.

What story will our kids be telling about us someday, do you suppose?” “It’ll be a lot more romantic than two senators matchmaking,” I said. “They’ll say that we were meant to be together no matter what. For us, stars aligned, the gods smiled—prob’ly there was a tidal wave someplace, too, and we just haven’t heard about it yet.” “A Homeric epic, it sounds like. Have another glass of champagne and tell me more.” *

because everybody knows that happily is never really ever after. The truth is buried in the phrase itself, if you look it up. The original version was “happy in the ever after,” which meant something like “hey, everybody dies and goes to heaven in the end, so does it really matter what miseries and disasters befall us on this mortal plane?” Cut out two little words, cover the gap with an -ly, and voilà: The inevitability of death is replaced by the promise of endless, rosy life.

Will you pour out tea, Miss Brent?' The el­der wom­an replied: 'No, you do it, dear. That tea-​pot is so heavy. And I have lost two skeins of my grey knitting-​wool. So an­noy­ing.' Ve­ra moved to the tea-​ta­ble. There was a cheer­ful rat­tle and clink of chi­na. Nor­mal­ity returned. Tea! Blessed or­di­nary everyday af­ter­noon tea! Philip Lom­bard made a cheery re­mark. Blore re­spond­ed. Dr. Arm­strong told a hu­mor­ous sto­ry. Mr. Jus­tice War­grave, who or­di­nar­ily hat­ed tea, sipped ap­prov­ing­ly. In­to this re­laxed at­mo­sphere came Rogers. And Rogers was up­set. He said ner­vous­ly and at ran­dom: 'Ex­cuse me, sir, but does any one know what's become of the bath­room cur­tain?' Lom­bard's head went up with a jerk. 'The bath­room cur­tain? What the dev­il do you mean, Rogers?' 'It's gone, sir, clean van­ished. I was go­ing round draw­ing all the cur­tai­ns and the one in the lav -​ bath­room wasn't there any longer.' Mr. Jus­tice War­grave asked: 'Was it there this morn­ing?' 'Oh, yes, sir.' Blore said: 'What kind of a cur­tain was it?' 'Scar­let oil­silk, sir. It went with the scar­let tiles.' Lom­bard said: 'And it's gone?' 'Gone, Sir.' They stared at each oth­er. Blore said heav­ily: 'Well - af­ter all-​what of it? It's mad - ​but so's everything else. Any­way, it doesn't matter. You can't kill any­body with an oil­silk cur­tain. For­get about it.' Rogers said: 'Yes, sir, thank you, sir.' He went out, shut­ting the door.

She's just nervous, Paddy. Don't worry, hon," saidSharon , her lips pulled into a generous smile. Her eyes sparkled with warmth and sincerity. "I'm used to these neck nibblers." "No offense,Sharon . But I'd rather have the chocolate," I said. She laughed and slapped her thigh. "Hell's bells, Patrick! She's the reason you've had me eating these Godiva truffles all day?" I looked at Patrick. "You're mean." His black brows formed question marks. Then his lips curled into a smile. "No, not just mean. Cruel." "I had her eat truffles for you," he said. "Are you insane? How is her eating my chocolate in any way helpful?" Sharon chortled. "You might not be able to eat the truffle, sweetie, but you'll taste it. Prob'ly be the best chocolate you ever eat, too." I looked at Sharon , then at Patrick. "Are you telling me that she's gonna taste like chocolate?" "Yes.

There has been a time since when I have wondered whether, if the life before her could have been revealed to me at a glance, and so revealed as that a child could fully comprehend it, and if her preservation could have depended on a motion of my hand, I ought to have held it up to save her. There has been a time since—I do not say it lasted long, but it has been—when I have asked myself the question, would it have been better for Little Em'ly to have had the waters close above her head that morning in my sight; and when I have answered Yes, it would have been.

After tea, when the door was shut and all was made snug (the nights being cold and misty now), it seemed to me the most delicious retreat that the imagination of man could conceive. To hear the wind getting up out at sea, to know that the fog was creeping over the desolate flat outside, and to look at the fire, and think that there was no house near but this one, and this one a boat, was like enchantment. Little Em'ly had overcome her shyness, and was sitting by my side upon the lowest and least of the lockers, which was just large enough for us two, and just fitted into the chimney corner.

Fear My dictionary informs me that the word “fear” comes from the Old English word faer, which is related to the word faerie and means to cast enchantments. Faerie, or fairy, has roots in the word fae or fay, meaning of the Fates, or fate, which in turn is linked to faith, derived from the Latin word meaning to trust… He appeared, when I fist sumoned him, tall and stooped, big, hooded, and draped in mists and swathes of gray, from pale to almost black. There was a line between him and me. He walked over the line and stood just behind my left shoulder. He’s there now. He stoops and whispers in my ear, “Watch out!” “Don’t trust what you’re hearing,” “Slow down the car down,” “Trust the omens!” He is Fear. He warns me of probable danger, and I listen to him because he is always correct. Fear is your ally! It is your instinct to survive. Worry is a useless thing, it achieves nothing. Resolution is the key to success.

Sang Ly, the desire to believe, to look forward to better days, to want them, to expect them-it seems to be ingrained in our being. Whether we like it or not, hope is written so deeply into our hearts that we just can't help ourselves, no matter how hard we try otherwise.we love the story because we are Sarann or Tattercoats or Cinderella. We all struggle with the same problems and doubts. We all long for the day when we'll get our own reward. We all harbor hope-

En algunos de los profundos valles, la luz diurna atrapada del Disco, que es lenta y ligeramente pesada,* se evaporaba como vapor plateado. (...) —- * Prácticamente todo puede moverse a mayor velocidad que la luz del Disco, que es lenta y mansa, a diferencia de la luz corriente. Según el filósofo Ly Tin Wheedle, lo único conocido que se mueve más deprisa que la luz corriente es la monarquía. Llegó a esta conclusión siguiendo este razonamiento: no se puede tener más de un rey, y la tradición exige que no existan intervalos entre un rey y otro, de manera que cuando un rey muere, la sucesión ha de pasar al heredero instantáneamente. Según Wheedle, es probable que existan ciertas partículas elementales, los reiones o tal vez las reionas, que se encargan de cumplir esta función, pero hay que tener en cuenta que a veces la sucesión falla si, en mitad del vuelo chocan con una antipartícula, o republicón. Su ambicioso plan de utilizar este descubrimiento para enviar mensajes, para lo cual hubo que torturar cuidadosamente a un rey menor para poder así modular la señal, jamás llegó a desarrollarse con todo detalle porque, alcanzado este punto, le cerraron el bar.

The only things known to go faster than ordinary light is monarchy, according to the philosopher Ly Tin Weedle. He reasoned like this: you can't have more than one king, and tradition demands that there is no gap between kings, so when a king dies the succession must therefore pass to the heir instantaneously. Presumably, he said, there must be some elementary particles -- kingons, or possibly queons -- that do this job, but of course succession sometimes fails if, in mid-flight, they strike an anti-particle, or republicon. His ambitious plans to use his discovery to send messages, involving the careful torturing of a small king in order to modulate the signal, were never fully expanded because, at that point, the bar closed.

In good time she made tea; and afterwards, when I brought down my books, looked into them, and showed me what she knew of them (which was no slight matter, though she said it was), and what was the best way to learn and understand them. I see her, with her modest, orderly, placid manner, and I hear her beautiful calm voice, as I write these words. The influence for all good, which she came to exercise over me at a later time, begins already to descend upon my breast. I love little Em'ly, and I don't love Agnes—no, not at all in that way—but I feel that there are goodness, peace, and truth, wherever Agnes is; and that the soft light of the coloured window in the church, seen long ago, falls on her always, and on me when I am near her, and on everything around.

I skanked deep on Wolt's pipe an' four days march from our free Windward to Kona Leeward seemed like four mil'yun, yay, babbybies o' blissweed cradled me that night, then the drummin' started up, see ev'ry tribe had its own drums. Foday o' Lotus Pond Dwellin' an' two-three Valleysmen played goatskin'n'pingwood tom-toms, an' Hilo beardies thumped their flumfy-flumfy drums an' a Honokaa fam'ly beat their sash-krrangers an' Honomu folk got their shell-shakers an' this whoah feastin' o' drums twanged the young uns' joystrings an' mine too, yay, an' blissweed'll lead you b'tween the whack-crack an' boom-doom an' pan-pin-pon till we dancers was hoofs thuddin' an' blood pumpin' an' years passin' an' ev'ry drumbeat one more life shedded off me, yay, I glimpsed all the lifes my soul ever was till far-far back b'fore the Fall, yay, glimpsed from a gallopin' horse in a hurrycane, but I cudn't describe 'em 'cos there ain't the words no more but well I mem'ry that dark Kolekole girl with her tribe's tattoo, yay, she was a saplin' bendin' an' I was that hurrycane, I blowed her she bent, I blowed harder she bent harder an' closer, then I was Crow's wings beatin' an' she was the flames lickin' an' when the Kolekole saplin' wrapped her willowy fingers around my neck, her eyes was quartzin' and she murmed in my ear, Yay, I will, again, an' yay, we will, again.

And here’s thing,” Gunner said. “I kin understand it when a man throws back a few too many drinks on a lonesome night, gets sour inside, and sucks at the teat of a musket for jus’ long enough so that big ole ‘fuck you’ we scream at the world bounces back as ‘fuck me’ and he pulls the trigger. I kin understand when a girl climbs a tree and tries on a noose necklace for size and once she got it on thinkin’, ‘I come this far, why not?’ and takin’ that hop. Prob’ly e’ryone who looks oft a cliff thinks a taking the sharp drop with a sudden stop. E’ery sailor has thought of takin’ that swim what fattens sharks. We all got the black moment when the evil eye of the barrel dares a starin’ contest. And we’re all a hair trigger’s pull from the musket’s dare. It’s the devil’s gift, ain’t it? It’s the heritage o’ man, aye?

You're anxious to jump into the river, but you haven't checked to see if the water is deep enough." I don't bother pretending. "Sopeap, you speak in riddles. What are you saying?" "I'm saying that life at the dump has limitations, but it serves a plate of predictability. Stung Meanchey offers boundaries. There are dangers, but they are understood, accepted, and managed. When we step out of that world, we enter an area of unknown. I'm questioning if you are ready. Everyone loves adventure, Sang Ly, when they know how the story ends. In life, however, our own endings are never as perfect.

Cuối tuổi trẻ, ồ lang thang cũng đã Yêu đương kia có lẽ mấy mươi lần Đã vui tao phùng đã sầu ly biệt Đã đem lòng mình đi trải tứ lung tung Giờ chẳng còn bao nhiêu lạng bao dung Ta khờ dại mấy lần phung phí cả Trót yêu bông hoa thì yêu luôn nhánh lá Trót yêu con trâu cày, bèn yêu luôn hợp tác xã Trót yêu người mà quên cả yêu ta. Giờ ta còn toàn là men đắng cay Ta không tin cả nắng dưới trời này Ta vô cớ nghi ngờ cơn gió vội Ta cho phép mình đánh giá cả mây bay Người biết đấy lòng ta giờ khá chật (Vì đã co và kéo mấy mươi phen) Người thấy đấy mắt ta giờ ráo hoảnh (Dẫu khi xưa cũng lấp lánh như đèn) Ta cay độc không dám soi lòng nước Ta buồn rầu không dám ngước lên trăng Người đã đến trong đời ta quá muộn Để thơ ngây mà thề hẹn nhau rằng… Thì có chứ, ta cũng xao xuyến chứ Cũng nhớ nhung, nghĩ ngợi suốt bao phen Nhưng lòng người, ta chưa rõ trắng đen Ta hèn lắm, dấn thân hoài sợ chết. Nên giờ nếu mà người thương ta nhất Bước lại đây, đừng rào đón, bông hoa Hãy chắc chắn những chuyện này là thật Có yêu nhau thì giữ lấy nhau, và…

Chị tao cưới một anh chàng kĩ sư. Mỗi lần hẹn hò về, chị đều kêu chán. Chán thế sao lại cưới? Chị nhìn tao thương hại mà nói, đấy là chuyện lựa chọn. Chuyện cưới xin còn phải tính nhiều đường lắm. Chỉ cần thấy cảm mến, chịu đựng được nhau là đủ rồi, say mê lắm có cần gì. Chồng chị, chắc mày cũng hình dung được, là loại người chẳng có điểm gì để chê, nhưng cũng chẳng có điểm gì cho chị quyến luyến đặc biệt. Đó là một sự kết hợp của nhiều yếu tố, tương lai nghề nghiệp, họ hàng gia đình, cự ly, độ nhẵn mặt và tính tình hiền lành dễ bảo. Đám cưới chị tao, rất đông. Từ sáng đến tối. Bà chị tao đứng trước cửa tiếp khách, áo cưới trắng mồ hôi nhễ nhại, cố tươi cười bắt tay quan khách. Chú rể cứng đờ trong bộ vét, gật gù liên tục. Đến buổi trưa, có vẻ nóng quá nên họ cãi nhau ở trong buồng. Mẹ tao gắt: Cái gì mới ngày cưới mà đã cãi nhau vậy chứ? Nhưng tao đoán, anh chị tao sẽ ổn cả thôi. Tao đã hình dung là hai người đó sẽ ổn. Sẽ là một cặp vợ chồng bình thường gắn bó, đôi lúc cãi vã vì những chuyện không đâu. Cả hai đều chấp nhận một tương lai như thế rồi. Nghĩ đến đó, trong dạ tao lại thấy khó chịu, một thứ nỗi buồn không tên tao không cắt nghĩa được, mà lại rất cụ thể, khiến tao càng khó chịu hơn. (...) Tao chỉ cảm thấy buồn, khi biết rằng cuộc đời chị mình đã thế là yên ổn, thế là chấm dứt.

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