Mo Quotes

If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave.

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

If you take a book with you on a journey," Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, "an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it... yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.

Finally, she mused that human existence is as brief as the life of autumn grass, so what was there to fear from taking chances with your life?

Hikayatin mo lahat ng kakilala mo na magkaroon ng kahit isa man lang paboritong libro sa buhay nila. Dahil wala nang mas kawawa pa sa mga taong literado pero hindi nagbabasa.

People who are strangers to liquor are incapable of talking about literature.

The assaying of tea is an art and not a science. It is the man, and not his instruments, which is the most important.

Makakapili ka ng lugar na uupuan mo, pero hindi mo mapipili ang taong uupo sa puwang sa tabi mo... Ganyan ang senaryo sa bus. Ganyan din sa pag-ibig... Lalong 'di mo kontrolado kung kelan siya bababa.

Sadyang mailap ang humanap ng tunay na pag-ibig. Madaling sabihing mahal kita, madaling isiping mahal ka niya, pero paano mo malalamang... ito na, eto na talaga?

Kung matatakot kang harapin ang totoo at sabihin ang talagang nararamdaman mo dahil baka masaktan ka, isa lang ibig sabihin noon: ipinagkait mo na sa sarili mo ang pagiging masaya at kinarir mo ang magpakatanga.

There's more to life than love.

Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang taong malapit sayo. Gamitin ang utak para alagaan ang sarili mo.

Alam mo ba ang pinagkaiba ng mga bulag at ng mga nakakakita? Hindi alam ng mga nakakakita kung kelan sila bulag.

Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they're scared for the fear to become real. Mo was terrified, and now Nick was too.

Ang maganda sa pag-asa, hindi ‘to nakukuha sa’yo nang hindi mo gusto.

Ang great love mo, hindi mo makakatuluyan. Ang makakatuluyan mo ay yung correct love.

Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao kapag nagtalikuran na sila? Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para makaharap ulit ang taong tinalikuran mo.

Hindi ako naniniwala sa fate, destiny at soul mates. Ang mundo ay binubuo ng mga pangyayaring random na kaganapan. Bahala ka sa buhay mo.

Simula ngayon, dalawa tayong lalaban.. kung pagod ka na, ako ang lalaban para sayo.. wag kang matatakot. Hindi kita iiwan.. kahit anong mangyari, nasa tabi mo lang ako.

Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart." Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.

Simply put, the best revenge is to live an awesome life.

Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.

Young man, there are two cringe-worthy phrases in one’s life that must be said, no matter what.” “Which two?” “‘Thank you’, and 'I’m sorry’.” “What can anybody do to me if I don’t say them?” “Someday, you’ll say those words in tears.

If you don't know how to live on anymore, then live for me.

I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne.

Imbis na magtanong ka ng ‘Hindi pa ba sapat?’, bakit hindi mo na lang kalimutan ang lahat? Kung alam mong binabalewala ka na, tanggapin mong nagsasawa na s’ya.

...madaming teacher sa labas ng eskwelahan. desisyon mo kung kanino ka magpapaturo.

Kakabog ang dibdib mo, kikiligin ang kalamnan mo at kikirot ang puso mo. Kabog, kilig, kirot. Kapag naramdaman mo ang tatlong K, umiibig ka.

Last time, they spent eight hundred years running towards each other. This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other's embrace.

90% ng problema mo ay imbento lang.

Hindi naman kailangan ang maraming tao para bumuo ng mundo. Minsan isang tao lang ang kasama mo, buo na ang mundong kailangan mo habambuhay.

If your dream is to save the common people, the, my dream is only you.

What on earth have you packed in here? Bricks?" asked Mo as he carried Meggie's book-box out of the house. You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them," said Meggie.

Naniniwala ako na kung wala kang nagagawa sa kinatatayuan mo ngayon wala ka ring magagawa sa kung saan mo man gusto magpunta.

hindi dahil sa hindi mo naiintindihan ang isang bagay ay kasinungalingan na ito. at hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan.

ako, ang hinahangaan kong tao na mahilig sa libro e yung may matututunan ka pag kausap mo, yung makikita mong naging marunong at mabuti siyang tao dahil sa pagbabasa niya ng mga libro.

Please welcome Professor Varen Nethers, famous depressed dead poets historian and author of the bestselling books Unlocking your Poe-tential: A Writer's Guide, and Mo Poe Fo Yo: When You Just Can't Get Enough.

Kung hindi mutual ang felings natin, pwes, gagawin kong mutual. Ayaw ko na rin sa'yo.

Mga 3days-3weeks tapos unahan na yan mag-offline kunyari naputol connection ng internet pero naputol na yung mental and emotional connection.

The only stupid question is the question that is never asked.

Kapag sumablay ka, isipin mo na lang na nagsimula ka din naman sa wala at walang nagbago.

Dalawang dekada ka lang mag-aaral. Kung 'di mo pagtitiyagaan limang dekada ng kahirapan ang kapalit. Sobrang lugi.

The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There where books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet, small piles of books, tall piles of books, books thick and thin, books old and new. They welcomed Meggie down to breakfast with invitingly opened pages; they kept boredom at bay when the weather was bad. And sometimes you fall over them.

Dalawang dekada ka lang mag-aaral. Kung di mo pagtitiyagaan, anak, limang dekada ng kahirapan ang kapalit. Sobrang lugi. Kung alam lang iyon ng mga kabataan, sa pananaw ko e walang gugustuhing umiwas sa eskwela.

Alam mo ba kung gaano kahirap magpanggap na ok ka lang kahit hindi? Na masaya kahit gusto mo ng umiyak? Na umaasa kang magiging ok ang lahat kahit alam mong wala na talaga?

I bet your mom would let me." -Pigeon, Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus-

Yon ang mali sa tinatawag na 'cool factor.' Para maging 'in' ka, dapat magustuhan mo yung gusto ng iba. Pero pag sobrang dami na ng may gusto, dapat umayaw ka naman dahil magiging jologs ka na. Dapat kakaiba lagi ang gusto mo, para kunyari iba ka.

I once bought my producer a case of Mountain Dew, his favorite soda, as a thank you for all he'd done for me. He was really surprised - his favorite drink is actually 7UP. But he complimented me for getting the color of the can right.

If you didn't already know, game show talent works fewer days a year than almost every profession, except maybe members of Congress.

Remember the things others do for you, not the things you do for others. Only when people don't hold so much in their hearts would they finally feel free.

HERE LIES BROM Who was A Rider bonded to the dragon Saphira Son of Holcomb and Nelda Beloved of Selena Father of Eragon Shadeslayer Founder of the Varden And Bane of the Forsworn. May his name live on in glory. Stydja unin mo'ranr

Hinde ba pwedeng samahan mo ako? Hinde ba pwedeng magkasama parin tayo..? Naiisip ko palang na magkakahiwalay tayo, hinde ko na kinakaya.

IF YOU DON'T GO AFTER WHAT YOU WANT; YOU COULD SPEND YOUR ENTIRE LIFE SETTLING FOR WHAT YOU CAN GET

Ganito pala yung feeling.. haha… eto pala yung na-feel mo nung ginawa ko sayo dati.. hahaha.. nasaktan ka.. nasaktan ako.. pero bakit parang mas masakit yung sakin..

I went to the four levers. None of them were marked. There was only one way to figure out which one was the right one. I had to call upon all my Traveler experience and special powers to figure it out. It's called...Eenie, meenie, miney...mo!" -Bobby Pendragon

TANDAAN: mahirap mafriendzone, pero madali lang gumanti!

I got the job as a Bingo host and did better than they imagined. Never before had they had an emcee so affable and funny, so enthusiastic to give away prizes, or so quick to make a tumor joke after calling out 'B-9'".

Lahat ng mga salitang yan may dating sa'yo. Sabi kasi ng isip mo.

Life is fun if you just find out how.

If your dream is to save the common people, then, my dream is only you.

The hip-hop guy nodded curtly, like he knew that, and despite appearances to the contrary, he had not been trippin', but had, in fact, been chillin' like a mo-fuckin' villain, so step the fuck off, wigga. He crossed against the light, limping slightly under the weight of the subtext.

Huwag mong ipangako ang habang-buhay Meredith. Ipangako mo sa akin ang walang hanggang. - Tristan

People are... Full of contradictions. They're lonely. And then they're not. They're missed. And then they're not.

Kung mahal mo talaga yung tao, hindi ka na maghahanap pa ng iba. -Kenji Delos Reyes

You're really great. I like you...Or in other words, I fancy you, I love you, I want you, I can't leave you, I whatever you.

Kenji, okay lang ba kung makalin kita? 'I love you', gusto kong sabihin sayo pero natatakot ako. Hindi ko alam kung saan ako natatakot. Pag sinabi ko bang 'I love you', sasabihin mo rin ng 'I love you too'. Sigh.

You never know. I don't care if anyone else is disappointed. But to some, the very existence of a certain person in this world is in itself, hope.

Hindi mo pwedeng mahalin ang isang tao nang hindi mo minamahal ang hilaga, silangan, timog at kanluran ng kanyang paniniwala. Kapag nagmahal ka’y dapat mong tanggapin bawat letra ng kanyang birth certificate. Kasama na doon ang kanyang libag, utot at bad breath. Pero me limit. Pantay-pantay ang ibinibigay na karapatan sa lahat ng tao upang lumigaya, o masaktan, o magpakagago, pero kapag sumara na ang mga pinto, nawasak na ang mga puso, nawala na ang mga kaluluwa at ang bilang ay umabot na sa zero, goodbye na. Pero, the memory of that one great but broken love will still sustain you, tama nga na mas matindi ang mga alaala.

Kung ibibigay mo sa akin ang puso mo, paano ka?" "Hahatiin ko ito para sa ating dalawa. Ang kalahati ay para magmahal ka. Ang matitira ay para mahalin kita.

Mag-date tayo. Hinde ko mapropromise na hinde kita masasaktan pero susubukan kong hinde. Kilala mo naman ako eh.. Hinde ako sweet na tao. Kaya nga binansagan mo akong GANGSTER eh, dahil sa ugali ko. Let’s date again.. Wala ng deal.. Date lang naman eh.

The difference between children and adults is that they're shorter - not dumber.

I’d forgotten to keep blasting a song in my mind. I remedied my mistake, but the lyrics to “Do You Really Want to Hurt Me” seemed too close to home at the mo-ment. “Culture Club?” Now his mouth curled downward. “And you accuse me of practicing cruel and unusual punishment.

Athena." "Kenji yah, mi an hae (sorry)." "Algettso (I understand). Bogoshipda (I miss you)." "Na do (me too)." "Yun lang alam ko, hehe. Hindi na ako makapag construct ng sentence sa Korean. Gawa mo?" "Wala naka higa lang. Ikaw?" "Eto.. iniisip ka. Lumilipad yung kukote ko papunta sayo.

Seems like "all systems go" na 'di ba? Super compatible. Gusto n'yo ang isa't-isa. Pero 'yan ang mga nakakatakot. 'Yung akala mo okay lahat, sabay 'pag sinabi mong mahal mo s'ya. *blam!* Guguho lahat.

TANDAAN: your mind is your weapon. Pagyamanin natin ito at magiging handa tayo sa gulo na dulot ng paghihimagsik ng puso at bird.

Naniniwala ako na may tatlong decision making bodies ang mga tao. Utak, puso at bird.

Geallaim duit a bheith i mo fhear céile dílis duit, fad a mhairimid le chéile,

Sabi ng nanay ko, 'yan daw totoo... di raw dapat ikahiya!" "E kung magnanakaw ka, di mo ikakahiya?" "Sabi ng nanay ko, kung ikakahiya mo... h'wag mong gagawin!

My father was incredibly indecisive. As an example, take his wedding day. He couldn't decide where to sit in the getaway car, decide the fact he was supposed to be driving.

Mungo’s capacity for love frustrated her. His loving wasn’t selflessness; he simply could not help it. Mo-Maw needed so little and he produced so much. So that it all seemed a horrible waste. It was a harvest no one seeded, and it blossomed from a vine no one tended.

Pero kung lahat na lang sasabihan mo ng 'corny' kasi sosyal ka -- iba nga panlasa mo, mamamatay ka namang malungkot.

You're mine, mo duinne...Mine alone, now and forever...Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach...I want to own you, to posses you, body and soul." pge 319

You’re mine, mo duinne,” he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. “Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it or no.” I pulled against his grip, and sucked in my breath with a faint “ah” as he pressed even deeper. “Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach,” he whispered. “I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul.” I struggled slightly and he pressed me down, hammering me, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached my womb with each stroke. “I mean to make ye call me ‘Master,’ Sassenach.” His soft voice was a threat of revenge for the agonies of the last minutes. “I mean to make you mine.

Where there's life, death is inevitable. Dying's easy; it's living that's hard. The harder it gets, the stronger the will to live. And the greater the fear of death, the greater the struggle to keep on living.

Your brain can do amazing stuff to protect itself from pain," Mo tells me. "But it'll struggle to keep secrets from the rest of you for long.

IF YOU CHOKE YOUR POTENTIAL BEFORE IT HAS AN OPPORTUNITY TO BECOME A POSSIBILITY YOU WILL NEVER REACH YOUR DESTINY

Hollywood is bigger down right now by sequels, by the uninspired. Well, my M.O. is a two-hour feast for your senses. That means starting the concept of filmmaking from scratch, making it your own.

I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo kasing lalim ng pinakamalalim na dagat sa buong mundo. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo kasing laki ng pinag sama samang planeta. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo mas matagal pa sa forever. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo hinde na mapapalitan ng kahit sino. I love you. Kahit ilang beses pa kitang kelangan pakasalan gagawin ko. Kahit na sa lahat ng simbahan sa buong mundo, gagawin ko. I love you. Kahit na ipagtabuyan mo ko, kahit na mag sawa ka sakin, kahit na iwanan mo ko, ikaw at ikaw parin ang mamahalin ko. Hahanapin kita kahit san ka magpunta. At pag nahanap kita, hinde na kita ulit papakawalan pa. I love you. Kahit gaano kasakit, kahit gaano kahirap hinde kita iiwan. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo, hinde na mawawala. I love you, Athena. I love you, I love you, I love you.. UhnJaeNa, YongWonHee.

A book, being a physical object, engenders a certain respect that zipping electrons cannot. Because you cannot turn a book off, because you have to hold it in your hands, because a book sits there, waiting for you, whether you think you want it or not, because of all these things, a book is a friend. It’s not just the content, but the physical being of a book that is there for you always and unconditionally.

Hindi ako hihingi ng dispensa sa mga nabulabog kong konsensya." "Kung nasira ko man ang araw mo, o kung hindi mo ito inkinatuwa, malinaw na hindi ako ang tipo ng manunulat na gusto mong basahin. Pero hindi ito nangangahulugan ng pagkakakumpiska ng ballpen at lisensya ko para magsulat." PERO "Kung may magsasabi mn sa hinaharap na: "sana nagpatawa ka na lang!" yun ay opinyong handa kong tanggapin.

As Mo had said: writing stories is a kind of magic, too.

I.. I.. I love you." "Ano ka ba. Bakit ba masyado kang nagiging seryoso? Okay ka lang ba?" "Because I am serious. Seryoso ako sa mga sinabi ko.. sa nafifeel ko. I love you Kenji." "Yung binitawan mong salita, parang katumbas sa pag sabing hindi ka na makahinga. Alam mo ba yun? Sige na umuwi ka na. Goodnight." "You know what? Fine. Just forget everything that I have said. It meant nothing naman diba, kasi I was too serious. Sorry for feeling this way. Goodnight." "Athena.. Athena wait... I.. I.. I can't breathe.

...kapag binisita ka ng idea, gana o inspirasyon, kailangan mong itigil LAHAT ng ginagawa mo para lang di masayang ang pagkakataon. Walang “sandali lang” o “teka muna”. Dahil pag lumagpas ang maikling panahong yon, kahit mag-umpog ka ng ulo sa pader mahihirapan ka nang maghabol.

Ladies if A Man is More Invested and Concerned About Your Assets....He Is A Liability

I love you.. Kahit na san ako mag punta, ikaw lang mamahalin ko. I love you.. Kahit na ilang beses mo akong saktan, ikaw parin ang mamahalin ko. I love you.. Kahit na pagod na pagod na ko, ikaw parin ang mamahalin ko. I love you.. Kahit sa kabilang buhay.. ikaw parin ang mamahalin ko. I love you.. kahit na sobra sobra na yung pagmamahal ko sayo, patuloy parin yung pagmamahal ko sayo. I love you.. Kahit na sandali lang yung pagsasama natin, masaya ako dahil nakasama parin kita kahit papaano.. I love you, Kenji.. I love you.. I love you.. I love you.. UhnJaeNa,YoungWonHee..

Hindi mo pwedeng mahalin ang isang tao nang hindi mo minamahal ang hilaga, silangan, timog at kanluran ng kanyang mga paniniwala. Kapag nagmahal ka'y dapat mong tanggapin bawat letra ng kanyang birth certificate. Kasama na doon ang kanyang libag, utot at bad breath.

Isa pa, pwede nga ring yung TV talaga ang may sumpa. Dahil ang TV, para ring drugs, pero ligal. Isipin mo, bakit isa ito sa mga unang-unang pinupundar ng mga Pilipino kahit gaano sila kahirap? Kasi malaking tulong ang telebisyon para lumimot. Para tumakas sa realidad.

This world,' she said. 'Do you really like it?' What a question! Farid never asked himself such things. He was glad to be with Dustfinger again and didn't mind where that was. It's a cruel world, don't you think?' Meggie went on. 'Mo often told me I forget how cruel it is too easily.' With his burned fingers, Farid stroke her fair hair. It shone even in the dark. 'They're all cruel,' he said. 'The world I come from, the world you come from, and this one, too. Maybe the people don't see the cruelty in your world right away, it's better hidden, but it's there all the same.

All love starts with a sense of attraction or liking- physical, spiritual, intellectual or emotional. Pero hindi lahat ng pagkagusto ay masasabing tunay na pag-ibig.

Killing is easy," said Mo, "Dying is harder...

Dahil sa pagsusulat, masasagi mo ang mga matatayog na egotismo ng ibang tao. Matatapakan mo ang mga lumpong paa ng kasalukuyang sistema. At maiistorbo mo ang siesta ng lipunang masaya na sa mga paniniwalang kinagisnan nito. Sa pagpahid ng utak mo sa papel, lahat yan babanggain mo. Kasabay ng pagbangga mo sa sariling mga takot, kamangmangan at egotismo.

There's an old folk saying that goes: whenever you delete a sentence from your NaNoWriMo novel, a NaNoWriMo angel loses its wings and plummets, screaming, to the ground. Where it will likely require medical attention.

Lan Zhan,” he called. “Look at me. Quick, look at me!” Wei Wuxian was calling to him with a smile on his lips. Just as he always had, Lan Wangji looked at him. And forever after, his eyes could never move away from him again.

You know me.. you believe me, right?" "Hindi kita ganun kakilala para paniwalaan kaagad." "Ganon na ba talaga tingin mo saken? Ang hirap kasi sayo ako na nga tong nasa tabi mo sa iba ka pa rin nakatingin. Hindi mo ba napapansin ha? You still don't know it, do you? Can't you feel it? Can't you fucking feel it?" "Anong hindi ko napapansin? Ano bang hindi ko alam? Anong hindi ko maramdaman?" "I like you, you idiot!" "Ako ba hinde?!

There's an inverse relationship between my temper and my ability to control my accent. If you hear me say 'Fiddledeedee', run for the hills, because I'm getting ready to take out bystanders.

Hikayatin mo lahat ng mga kakilala mo na magkaroon ng kahit isa man lang paboritong libro sa buong buhay nila. Dahil wala nang mas nakakaawa pa sa mga taong literado pero hindi nagbabasa...bilang tao, may karne sa loob ng bungo mo na nangangailangan ng sustansya.

Kakabog ang dibdib mo, kikilig ang kalamnan mo, at kikirot ang puso mo. Kabog, kilig, kirot. Kapag naramdaman mo ang tatlong K, ... umiibig ka!

Before they read words, children are reading pictures.

Magsama kayo ng palitaw mo sa impyerno!

Never underestimate the power of stupid.

TANDAAN:daig ng malandi ang mabait.

If you wanted to see me, it won't matter what you roll. I will appear

We can't change the past, Soldier. We can only be grateful for the life of a new day, and move on.

I am a sassenach, after all,” I said, seeing it. He touched my face briefly with a rueful smile. “Aye, mo duinne. But you’re my sassenach.

Who was right, who was wrong, was there more gratitude or more grievance - is that something an outsider can determine?

In most crime novels the violent act, usually the murder, is the engine. Take that away and there is little left to drive the story along. So I do get a little cross with authors who aren’t precise about the violence they’re using to create tension because I feel they’re being dishonest with their readers. If people don’t like the blood and violence in my books, fine, they can always close the cover and put it aside and maybe read a romance instead. – Mo Hayder

Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?

I always say, 'Books beat boredom,' said Amanda wisely.

May problema and bansa, nangangailangan ito ng tulong mo.

Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood. You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?

When Shi Mei died, Mo Weiyu disappeared from the world. And when Chu Wanning died......? Mo Ran didn't know. All he knew was the feeling of the person in his arms slowly growing colder and colder on that day. He didn't cry, nor did he laugh; joy and sorrow both grew out of reach. When Chu Wanning died, Mo Weiyu no longer knew what the world even was anymore.

Masama na ba talaga ngayon ang gumawa ng mabuti at kailangan mo na itong ipaliwanag?

Yes - en I's rich now, come to look at it. I owns myself, en I's wuth eight hund'd dollars. I wisht I had de money, I wouldn' want no mo'.

At the end of a criminal’s life, it’s always the small mistake, the coincidence, the lark. The time we got too comfortable, the time we slipped up, the time someone aimed a little to the left. I’ve heard Grandad’s war stories a thousand times. How they finally got Mo. How Mandy almost got away. How Charlie fell. Birth to grave, we know it’ll be us one day. Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

We wear different masks and hide our reality from everyone, including ourselves. Our assumed identities becomes our whole lives, and we start to believe them—even more than others do.

A writer writes what he knows, in ways that are natural to him.

You first." "No, you." "Why?" "I'm afraid." "Of what, my Sassenach?" The darkness was rolling in over the fields, filling the land and rising up to meet the night. The light of the new crescent moon marked the ridges of brow and nose, crossing his face with light. "I'm afraid if I start I shall never stop." He cast a glance at the horizon, where the sickle moon hung low and rising. "It's nearly winter, and the nights are long, mo duinne." He leaned across the fence, reaching, and I stepped into his arms, feeling the heat of his body and the beat of his heart. "I love you.

Go back and rid the word of that book. Fill it with words before spring comes, or winter will never end for you. And I will take not only your life for the Adderhead's but your daughter's, too, because she helped you bind the book. Do you undersand, Bluejay" Why two?" asked Mo hoarsely. "How can you ask for two lives in return for one?

Maraming mundo ang bawat tao. Gagawin mo iyon kung wala kang makapa. Dadagdagan mo kung kulang, hahanapin kapag nawawala. Kung matagpuan na, pilit iyong tatakasan ng mga duwag at wawaratin naman ng mga matatapang para makagawa ng iba.

Ye gave me a child, mo nighean donn," he said softly, into the cloud of my hair. "We are together for always. She is safe; and we will live forever now, you and I." He kissed me, very lightly, and laid his head upon the pillow next to me. "Brianna," he whispered, in that odd Highland way that made the name his own.

I'm not very good at knowing what other people are thinking, but I do know that you can see tragedy, real tragedy, sitting just inside a person's gaze. You can almost always see where a person has been if you look hard enough.

All of the life-changing awesome words and pictures and ideas inside your library are useless without just one word outside your library: Open.

My favorite book is my next one. I’m always hoping to make my next book my best one.

Maaari kasing mahalin ang isang bagay kahit hindi mo gusto, pero parang mahirap gustuhin ang isang bagay na hindi mo mahal.

Never go out of bounds. There are certain boundaries para sa bawat tao at doon lang ang lugar mo. Kapag lumagpas ka, maaari ka nang makapanakit ng iba.

Why, yes, the mo­ment you’re born, your death comes in­to the world with you, and it’s your death that takes you out.

If you take a book with you on a journey,’ Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, ‘an odd thing happens: the book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it.

Malaya kang magmahal. Malaya kang ibigin ang kahit sino. Hindi mahalaga kung may katugon man o wala ang damdamin mo. Ang mahalaga ay magmahal ka nang malinis.

The children said together, “And the better they feel, the safer we are.” “February, translate that.” “Da mo’ betta dey feels, da mo’ safer we be.” “Nice.

I think we should sometimes read stories where everything's different from our world, don't you agree? There's nothing's like it for teaching us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we have five fingers rather than six.' --spoken by The Bluejay, aka Mo the Bookbinder, from 'Inkdeath

A: Oy! Oy! Oy ba't sumisingit 'yan ha?! Hoy! Mahilig ka ba sa singit? Hoy! B: Hwsht! Pabayaan mo na, tsong... Big time 'yan eh... 'Wag mo na anuhin. Nanay n'yan senador, erpat n'ya general, kapatid n'ya kongresman, kapitbahay nila meyo -- A: Pwes ako anak ng Diyos! Tatay ko Poong Maykapal at utol ko si Hesukristo!! Ano?! Ha?!

So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voice, words long and short, words sharp and soft, cooing, purring words. They danced through the room, painting stained glass pictures, tickling the skin. Even when Meggie nodded off she could still hear them, although Mo had closed the book long ago. Words that explained the world to her, its dark side and its light side, words that built a wall to keep out bad dreams. And not a single bad dream came over that wall for the rest of the night.

My heart leaped like the cheerleader I will never be.

Kapag gusto mo yung tao, madali mong pagselosan yung kahit pinakamaliit na bagay... pero madali ka rin magpatawad. Isang ngiti lang, ayos na.

Tungkulin mong tumulong sa kapwa dahil may kakayahan ka at gusto mong tumulong pero wag mong kalimutan na hindi mo mababago ang mundo at hindi mo matutulungan ang lahat ng tao. Hindi ikaw ang unang nagtangka hindi ikaw ang magiging huli hindi ka solusyon. Pero hindi yun ang dahilan para mawalan ka ng pag-asa at tumigil na magbigay nito. Mang Ernesto: Kapitan Sino by Bob Ong

No, Mo Ran. Think about it. Let go of your vicious hatred and look back properly. He once trained you in cultivation and martial arts, trained you in the art of self-defense. He once taught you how to read and write, taught you poetry and painting. He once learned how to cook just for you, even though he was so clumsy and got cuts all over his hands. He once… He once waited every day for you to come home, all alone by himself, from nightfall…till the break of dawn…

The first bowl of chocolate pudding was too hot, but Goldilocks ate it all anyway because, hey, it's chocolate pudding, right?

Paano mo malalaman kung hindi ka magtatanong? Pero andami-dami nating nalalaman kahit hindi tayo nagtatanong. Paano ka pa magtatanong kung alam mo na ang sagot. Pero paano ka magtatanong kung hindi mo alam kung ano ang iyong itatanong? Paano mo sasagutin ang tanong sa iyo kung hindi mo alam ang isasagot? Paano ka sasagot kung hindi mo alam ang tanong. (Kunsabagay, sa buhay na ito, madalas, tama ang sagot, mali nga lang ang tanong).

I’ll wait for you.. I can do that, right? hihintayin kita hanggang sa magsawa ako kakaintay sayo.. hanggang sa mapagod ako.. hanggang sa mawalan na ako ng lakas kakaintay sayo..” “Wag na Athena.. please. Wag mo na akong intayin..” “Pero gusto ko.. Hayaan mo na lang akong mag hintay kahit na alam kong wala na akong iniintay pa. Tama na, please.. Wag mo na akong intayin.. yun na lang hinihiling ko..” he sighed while I cried. “Wag ka namang umiyak oh.. please.. “Bakit hinde ako iiyak? Eh mawawala ka na sakin..” “Hinde naman ako mawawala eh.. “Magkatabi naman tayo sa classroom diba? Magkakasama rin naman tayo.. Magkaibigan pa rin tayo..” naiyak ako lalo sa huling sinabi niya.. “I love you.. I’m sorry Athena.. Bye..

Kapag si Aga Muhlach ang nanligaw, ready o hindi ready, Re-ready yan kasi gusto siya eh.

Mungo’s capacity for love frustrated her. His loving wasn’t selflessness; he simply couldn’t help it. Mo-Maw needed so little and he produced too much, so that it all seemed a horrible waste. It was a harvest no one had seeded, and it blossomed from a vine no one had tended. It should have withered years ago, like hers had, like Hamish’s had. Yet Mungo had all this love to give and it lay about him like ripened fruit and nobody bothered to gather it up.

It was Lorraine in her nightie and Mo in his cap. They'd just settled their brains for a long winter's nap in front of the television. When out in the lot there arose such a clatter, they sprang from their recliners to see what was the matter. Away to the window they flew like a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash. And what to their wondering eyes should appear, but Stephanie Plum and yet another of her cars burning front to rear.

Manghihinayang ka, tapos maiinis ka sa buhay tapos maiiyak ka tapos magagalit ka. Tapos mare-realize mo, wala ka palang magagawa. Hanggang ganyan lang ang papel mo: ang makaramdam ng ganitong emosyon sa ganitong pagkakataon,

Mangarap ka at abutin mo ito. Wag mo sisihin ang sira mong pamilya, palpak mong syota, pilay mong tuta, o mga lumilipad na ipis...Kung may pagkukulang sayo ang mga magulang mo, pwede kang manisi at magrebelde... tumigil sa pag-aaral, mag drugs ka, magpakulay ng buhok sa kilikili... Sa bandang huli, ikaw din ang biktima... Rebeldeng walang napatunayan at bait sa sarili.

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....

Wei WuXian called out, '… Lan Zhan.' Lan WangJi’s breathing wasn’t as placid as usual, feeling somewhat rushed. It was probably from carrying Wei WuXian while fending off attacks and being on the run for too long. The tone in which he replied, however, was still the single syllable, as steady as ever, 'Mnn.' After the 'mnn,' he added, 'I am here.

I never forgive. I like revenge too much.

The gravity of the battle means nothing to those at peace

No matter how thoroughly Lan Wangji was praised as an unrivaled rare beauty, nothing could help the fact they he looked profoundly embittered, as if he had lost his wife.

Where there was Shizun, there was light. Where there was Chu Wanning, there was a flame. He looked up evenly at Mo Ran from where he stood by the candle holder with his long eyelashes downcast, and gave him a small, serene smile. He said, "Go back to sleep, Mo Ran. See, the light is lit now. Don't be afraid

I sometimes think that there is a link between the decline in humanity and the increase in prosperity and comfort. Property and comfort are what people seek, but the costs to character are often terrifying.

If you walk the night road too often, sooner or later, you'll run into ghosts.

Mo chuisle? It means ‘my pulse.’ I never quite understood it before, what it meant to have another person be the d-driving force behind the pump of your blood, but it’s true. Lark, your smile saved me like an emergency transfusion. Your laugh is the song my every blood cell dances to. Your touch revived me from darkness. You are my pulse. You make me feel alive even when I’m surrounded by death.

When my husband had an affair with someone else I watched his eyes glaze over when we ate dinner together and I heard him singing to himself without me, and when he tended the garden it was not for me. He was courteous and polite; he enjoyed being at home, but in the fantasy of his home I was not the one who sat opposite him and laughed at his jokes. He didn't want to change anything; he liked his life. The only thing he wanted to change was me. It would have been better if he had hated me, or if he had abused me, or if he had packed his new suitcases and left. As it was he continued to put his arm round me and talk about being a new wall to replace the rotten fence that divided our garden from his vegetable patch. I knew he would never leave our house. He had worked for it. Day by day I felt myself disappearing. For my husband I was no longer a reality, I was one of the things around him. I was the fence which needed to be replaced. I watched myself in the mirror and saw that I was mo longer vivid and exciting. I was worn and gray like an old sweater you can't throw out but won't put on. He admitted he was in love with her, but he said he loved me. Translated, that means, I want everything. Translated, that means, I don't want to hurt you yet. Translated, that means, I don't know what to do, give me time. Why, why should I give you time? What time are you giving me? I am in a cell waiting to be called for execution. I loved him and I was in love with him. I didn't use language to make a war-zone of my heart. 'You're so simple and good,' he said, brushing the hair from my face. He meant, Your emotions are not complex like mine. My dilemma is poetic. But there was no dilemma. He no longer wanted me, but he wanted our life Eventually, when he had been away with her for a few days and returned restless and conciliatory, I decided not to wait in my cell any longer. I went to where he was sleeping in another room and I asked him to leave. Very patiently he asked me to remember that the house was his home, that he couldn't be expected to make himself homeless because he was in love. 'Medea did,' I said, 'and Romeo and Juliet and Cressida, and Ruth in the Bible.' He asked me to shut up. He wasn't a hero. 'Then why should I be a heroine?' He didn't answer, he plucked at the blanket. I considered my choices. I could stay and be unhappy and humiliated. I could leave and be unhappy and dignified. I could Beg him to touch me again. I could live in hope and die of bitterness. I took some things and left. It wasn't easy, it was my home too. I hear he's replaced the back fence.

Are women really wonderful things? Maybe they are. Yes, women are wonderful things, but when all is said and done, they aren't really “things

Except for that, everything's going great. Well....there's been a murder and we're out of soup.

You what?" Dale yelped, looking like I'd handed him something dead. "You ain't writing during summer vacation, are you? I'm pretty sure that's against the rules.

Hindi mo pwedeng mahalin ang isang tao nang hindi mo minamahal ang hilaga, silangan, timog, at kanluran ng kanyang mga paniniwala. Kapag nagmahal ka’y dapat mong tanggapin bawat letra ng kanyang birth certificate. Kasama na doon ang kanyang libag, utot at bad breath. Pero me limit. Pantay-pantay ang ibinibigay na karapatan sa lahat ng tao upang lumigaya, o masaktan, o magpakagago, pero pag sumara na ang mga pinto, nawasak na ang mga puso, nawala na ang mga kaluluwa at ang bilang ay umabot na sa zero, goodbye na.

Instead of celebrating with a cake (too full of poisonous refined sugars) and presents (too materialistic), my mother would come into my room at exactly 3:57 A.M. to tell me the story of my miraculous emergence into this world, as if it was some fairy tale. Although I supposed few fairy tales involved the words 'vaginal flowering'.

Don't move, Sassenach," Jamie's voice came softly, next to me. "Just for a moment, mo duinne--be still." I obligingly froze, until he touched me on the shoulder. "That's all right, Sassenach," he said, with a smile in his voice. "It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.

When Communism has been realized, everyone will be a novelist.

TANDAAN: daig ng malandi ang maganda.

I'm Baptist. So far, Fast or Never is the only speeds I got with forgiving.

Dale can't tolerate other people throwing up. He gets what's known as the Synchronized Heaves.

Wind, then rain, and then the blue sky.

And even though people like to furrow their brow like they suspect you're not being honest about yourself, the truth is that they worry that you're not serving their idea of you.

Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals who existed only on paper, so why not now? Because she was afraid. "Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Most helpful, Mr. Caelum," she said. "Very, very useful information. And now, shall we hear from Saint Augustine?" I shrugged. "Why not?" I said Dr. P read from a blood-red leather book. "My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding. It was tired of the man who carried it, but I found no place to set it down to rest. Neither the charm of the countryside nor the sweet scents of a garden could soothe it. It found no peace in song or laughter, none in the company of friends at table or in the pleasures of love, none even in books or poetry.... Where could my heart find refuge from itself? Where could I go, yet leave myself behind?" She closed the book, then reached across the table and took Maureen's hand in hers. "Does that passage speak to you?" she asked. Mo nodded and began to cry. "And so, Mr. Caelum, good-bye." Because the passage had spoken to me, too, it took me a few seconds to react. "Oh," I said. "You want me to leave?" "I do. Yes, yes.

Why is it a girl has to be so silly to catch a husband?” “Ah specs it’s kase gempmums doan know whut dey wants. Dey jes’ knows whut dey thinks dey wants. An’ givin’ dem whut dey thinks dey wants saves a pile of mizry an’ bein’ a ole maid. An’ dey thinks dey wants mousy lil gals wid bird’s tastes an’ no sense at all. It doan make a gempmum feel lak mahyin’ a lady ef he suspicions she got mo’ sense dan he has.

It's never too late to make a better decision

He said, “Lan Zhan, here, look at me.” Lan WangJi replied in a voice that still sounded a little tight, “Mmm.” Taking a deep breath, Wei WuXian said quietly, “……I really do have a terrible memory. I’ve forgotten a lot of things from before, including that night at the Nightless City. What really happened during those few days, I really don’t remember a thing.” Hearing this, Lan WangJi’s eyes widened slightly. Wei WuXian abruptly clutched Lan WangJi’s shoulders and continued, “But! But starting from now, everything you say to me, everything you do to me, I’ll remember them all, I’ll never forget a thing!” “……” Wei WuXian said, “You’re wonderful. I really like you.” “……” “Or rather, I should say, I fancy you, love you, want you, can’t be without you, whatever you want it to be.

Words are not just wind. Words have something to say. But if what they have to say is not fixed, then do they really say something? Or do they say nothing? People suppose that words are different from the peeps of baby birds, but is there any difference, or isn't there? What does the Way rely upon, that we have true and false? What do words rely upon, that we have right and wrong? How can the Way go away and not exist? How can words exist and not be acceptable? When the Way relies on little accomplishments and words reply on vain show, then we have rights and wrongs of the Confucians and the Mo-ists. What one calls right the other calls wrong; what one calls wrong the other calls right. But if we want to right their wrongs and wrong their rights, then the best to use is clarity.

«Chiagneva sempe ca durmeva sola, mo dorme co' li muorte accompagnata. She always wept because she slept alone, Now she sleeps among the dead.» I can, from the distance of years now, still think I'm hearing the voices of two young men singing these words in Neapolitan toward daybreak, neither realizing, as they held each other and kissed again and again on the dark lanes of old Rome, that this was the last night they would ever make love again.

He was Mo-Maw’s youngest son, but he was also her confidant, her lady’s maid, and errand boy. He was her one flattering mirror, and her teenage diary, her electric blanket, her doormat. He was her best pal, the dog she hardly walked, and her greatest romance. He was her cheer on a dreich morning, the only laughter in her audience. Jodie shunted him again but Mungo only grumbled and curled tighter around her. Her brother was her mother’s minor moon, her warmest sun, and at the exact same time, a tiny satellite that she had forgotten about. He would orbit her for an eternity, even as she, and then he, broke into bits.

I’s been livin’ a long time in yesterday, Sandy chile, an’ I knows there ain’t no room in de world fo’ nothin’ mo’n love. I know, chile! Ever’thing there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on yo’ soul. An’ to love sho ‘nough, you got to have a spot in yo’ heart fo’ ever’body – great an’ small, white an’ black, an’ them what’s good an’ them what’s evil – ‘cause love ain’t got no crowded-out places where de good ones stay an’ de bad ones can’t come in. When it gets that way, then it ain’t love.

Matagal nang sinabi sa akin ni Lola na ang kagandahan ay sumpa, dahil tulad ng isang bulaklak ay nanaisin kang pitasin ng mga tao. gugustuhin ka nila at aariin, nang walang kasiguruhan kung tunay ka nilang iibigin. Aalagaan ka at pagsisilbihan, ngunit para lamang sa sarili nilang kaligayahan. Mahihirapan kang hanapin ang totoong nagmamahal sa 'yo sapagkat lagi silang matatakpan ng mga taong nag-aagawan para sa iyong puso. Ibibigay nila ang lahat ng hilingin mo at ipagkakaloob nila anuman ang iyong gusto. Dahil alam nilang sa ganitong paraan nila maipapalimot ang totoong kailangan mo. Ipakikita nila ang hindi nila maipadarama. Ipagmamalaki nila ang hindi naman nasusukat. Ipapangako nila sa'yo ang wala sa kanila.

...pwede nga ring yung TV ang may sumpa. dahil ang TV, para ring drugs, pero ligal. isipin mo, bakit isa ito sa mga unang-unang ipinupundar ng mga Pilipino kahit gaano sila kahirap? kasi malaking tulong ang telebisyon para lumimot. para tumakas sa realidad. kahit mag-isa ka lang sa bahay, nababawasan ang lungkot kung may TV. nakakatanggal-buryong kung wala kang trabaho. mas entertaining kesa sa diyaryo, at mas accessible kesa sa sine. pwede rin itong tagapag-alaga ng mga anak mo. pwedeng ulam kung sakto lang ang budget pambili ng ng bigas. at pwedeng bintana kung parang bartolina lang ang tirahang tinutulugan ng mag-anak mo, dahil may magaganda itong lugar at magagandang tao. kumpleto sa sayawan, kantahan, tawanan, pantasya, at boksing. burado ang mga suliranin mo. pag sinuswerte ka, pwede ka pang manalo.

I remember clearly the deaths of three men. One was the richest man of the century, who, having clawed his way to wealth through the souls and bodies of men, spent many years trying to buy back the love he had forfeited and by that process performed great service to the world and, perhaps, had much more than balanced the evils of his rise. I was on a ship when he died. The news was posted on the bulletin board, and nearly everyone recieved the news with pleasure. Several said, "Thank God that son of a bitch is dead." Then there was a man, smart as Satan, who, lacking some perception of human dignity and knowing all too well every aspect of human weakness and wickedness, used his special knowledge to warp men, to buy men, to bribe and threaten and seduce until he found himself in a position of great power. He clothed his motives in the names of virtue, and I have wondered whether he ever knew that no gift will ever buy back a man's love when you have removed his self-love. A bribed man can only hate his briber. When this man died the nation rang with praise... There was a third man, who perhaps made many errors in performance but whose effective life was devoted to making men brave and dignified and good in a time when they were poor and frightened and when ugly forces were loose in the world to utilize their fears. This man was hated by few. When he died the people burst into tears in the streets and their minds wailed, "What can we do now?" How can we go on without him?" In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, mo matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror....we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

How well worn they all were..."Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said when, on Meggie's last birthday, they were looking at all her dear old books again. "As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower, both strange and familiar.

deus tem que ser substituído rapidamente por poe- mas, sílabas sibilantes, lâmpadas acesas, corpos palpáveis, vivos e limpos. a dor de todas as ruas vazias. sinto-me capaz de caminhar na língua aguçada deste silêncio. e na sua simplicidade, na sua clareza, no seu abis- mo. sinto-me capaz de acabar com esse vácuo, e de aca- bar comigo mesmo. a dor de todas as ruas vazias. mas gosto da noite e do riso de cinzas. gosto do deserto, e do acaso da vida. gosto dos enganos, da sorte e dos encontros inesperados. pernoito quase sempre no lado sagrado do meu cora- ção, ou onde o medo tem a precaridade doutro corpo. a dor de todas as ruas vazias. pois bem, mário - o paraíso sabe-se que chega a lis- boa na fragata do alfeite. basta pôr uma lua nervosa no cimo do mastro, e mandar arrear o velame. é isto que é preciso dizer: daqui ninguém sai sem cadastro. a dor de todas as ruas vazias. sujo os olhos com sangue. chove torrencialmente. o filme acabou. não nos conheceremos nunca. a dor de todas as ruas vazias. os poemas adormeceram no desassossego da idade. fulguram na perturbação de um tempo cada dia mais curto. e, por vezes, ouço-os no transe da noite. assolam-me as imagens, rasgam-me as metáforas insidiosas, porcas. ..e nada escrevo. o regresso à escrita terminou. a vida toda fodida - e a alma esburacada por uma agonia tamanho deste mar. a dor de todas as ruas vazias.

„Wenn du ein Buch auf eine Reise mitnimmst“, hatte Mo gesagt, als er ihr das erste in die Kiste gelegt hatte, „dann geschieht etwas Seltsames: Das Buch wird anfangen, deine Erinnerungen zu sammeln. Du wirst es später nur aufschlagen müssen und schon wirst du wieder dort sein, wo du zuerst darin gelesen hast. Schon mit den ersten Wörtern wird alles zurückkommen: die Bilder, die Gerüche, das Eis, das du beim Lesen gegessen hast… Glaub mir, Bücher sind wie Fliegenpapier. An nichts haften Erinnerungen so gut wie an bedruckten Seiten.“ Vermutlich hatte er damit Recht. Doch Meggie nahm ihre Bücher noch aus einem anderen Grund auf jede Reise mit. Sie waren ihr Zuhause in der Fremde – vertraute Stimmen, Freunde, die sich nie mit ihr stritten, kluge, mächtige Freunde, verwegen und mit allen Wassern der Welt gewaschen, weit gereist, abenteuererprobt.

Ái chà Bố bật cười. Thì ra là vậy. Bố thấy đẹp lắm Nó làm nụ cười của con khác với những đứa bạn. Ðáng lý con phải tự hào vì nó. Mỗi đứa trẻ có một điều kỳ lạ riêng. Có người có một đôi mắt rất kỳ lạ. Có người có một cái mũi kỳ lạ. Có người lại là một ngón tay. Con hãy quan sát đi rồi con sẽ thấy. Con sẽ biết rất nhiều điều bí mật về những người xung quanh mình.

We quickly became friends with other art faculty members such as the ceramist Jim Leedy and his wife Jean and art historian/artist Bill Kortlander and his wife Betty. I also began taking classes in Southeast Asian history with John Cady, who had resigned from his position at the U.S.[CB4] [mo5]  State Department because he thought it would be a huge mistake to get involved in a “land war in Southeast Asia.” In 1966, his warnings were starting to become all too obvious as the Vietnam war grew and protests against it emerged. Dr. Cady was in the thick of the protests and was even being shadowed by the F.B.I. After I finished my BFA in art in 1966, I began work on a master’s degree in history at Dr. Cady’s urging. He and his wife became frequent guests at our parties

Nakapagtatakang nagtataka pa ang nanay at tatay ko kung bakit di ako mapirmi-pirmi sa bahay ng sino man sa kanila. Bakit nga raw ba ako palipat-lipat ng trabaho? Bakit pabago-bago ng karelasyon? At paiba-iba ng mga kaibigan? Gusto ko sanang ipaliwanag sa kanila na kapag matagal-tagal ka ring naging bola sa pingpong, di mo maiiwasang makasanayan ang pagpapadito at doon, dito, doon at ang pagpapadoon, dito, doon, dito. At sandaan pang pagpapadito-dito at pagpapadoon-doon. Sa sandali namang matapos ang laro o kahit sa pagkakataong datnan lamang ng pagod ang mga manlalaro, hahayaan ka nilang gumulong-gulong sa kung saan-saang sulok, kahit pa nga iyong namumutiktik sa alikabok. Hihingal-hingal ka ngayong maghihintay sa kung sino man sa kanila ang may awa o panahon para yumukod at pumulot.

Wei Wuxian seized Lan Wangji by the shoulders. “But! But from now on, I’ll remember everything you’ve said to me, everything you’ve done. I won’t forget a thing!” “…” “You’re especially wonderful. I like you,” Wei Wuxian said. “…” “Or, in other words—I fancy you, I love you, I want you, I can’t leave you, I whatever you.” “…” “I want to go on Night Hunts with you for the rest of my life.

It’s bad enough that you’re both late to my class, but you have the nerve to have a full-blown conversation,” Mr. Dineen barked, glowering at us. “Joseph, would you care to tell the class what you two are whispering about? In your native tongue, if you will, since I have spent the past six years attempting to teach you the language.” “Ceart go leor, a mhúinteoir,” my boyfriend replied with a nonchalant shrug as he replied in As Gaeilge. “Bhí mé ag rá le mo leannán go bhfuil grá agam di.” My heart slammed wildly in my chest as I mentally translated his words. Fair enough, teacher. I was telling my sweetheart that I love her. “Dúirt mé léi freisin go bhfuil cuma álainn uirthi,” Joey continued to say, not missing a beat. I also told her that she looks beautiful. Shrugging, he added, “Agus go bhfuil mo chroí istigh inti.” And that my heart is inside her. “Go hiontach,” Mr. Dineen replied, arching a brow. Impressive. “Le haghaidh buachaill nach n-éisteann sa rang.” For a boy who doesn’t listen in class. “Sea.” Joey smirked. “Tá a fhios agam.” Yeah, I know.

In that moment, even if his chest were to be torn open, and his heart ripped out, veins, flesh, and all, it could not hurt as much as this. He saw Chu Wanning’s hands—raw and bloody from crawling up more than three thousand steps carrying him when he was still alive, he saw those hands slowly feeling along the table. On that table sat flour, seasoning, and mincemeat filling. And next to the table was a pot heating up water. The water was already boiling, but Chu Wanning, the dummy, didn’t even know to lower the flames a little, and the thick covering of steam made everything look hazy and blurry… (...) Mo Ran wished he could cut open his own chest and give him his heart, just to hear his heartbeat again. He wished he could drain his own blood to fill his veins, just to see color on his face again.

Sometimes, when I went to the spring to wash early in the morning," he murmured, "there'd be tiny fairies flitting around above the water, not much bigger than the butterflies you have here, and blue as violet petals. They liked to fly into my hair. Sometimes they spat in my face. They weren't very friendly, but they shone like glowworms by night. I sometimes caught one and put it in a jar. If I let it out at night before going to sleep I had wonderful dreams." "Capricorn said there were trolls and giants, too," said Meggie quietly. Dustfinger gave her a thoughtful look. "Yes, there were," he said. "But Capricorn wasn't particularly fond of them. He'd have liked to do away with them all. He had them hunted. He hunted anything that could run." "It must be a dangerous world." Meggie was trying to imagine it all: the giants, the trolls, and the fairies. Mo had once given her a book about fairies. Dustfinger shrugged. "Yes, it's dangerous, so what? This world's dangerous, too, isn't it?

Be not defeated by the rain, Nor let the wind prove your better. Succumb not to the snows of winter. Nor be bested by the heat of summer. Be strong in body. Unfettered by desire. Not enticed to anger. Cultivate a quiet joy. Count yourself last in everything. Put others before you. Watch well and listen closely. Hold the learned lessons dear. A thatch-roof house, in a meadow, nestled in a pine grove's shade. A handful of rice, some miso, and a few vegetables to suffice for the day. If, to the East, a child lies sick: Go forth and nurse him to health. If, to the West, an old lady stands exhausted: Go forth, and relieve her of burden. If, to the South, a man lies dying: Go forth with words of courage to dispel his fear. If, to the North, an argument or fight ensues: Go forth and beg them stop such a waste of effort and of spirit. In times of drought, shed tears of sympathy. In summers cold, walk in concern and empathy. Stand aloof of the unknowing masses: Better dismissed as useless than flattered as a "Great Man". This is my goal, the person I strive to become.