Nanna Quotes

Our nannas are losers.

Oh my. He's English. "Er. Does Mer live here?" Seriously, I don't know any American girl who can resist an English accent. The boy clears his throat. "Meredith Chevalier? Tall girl? Big, curly hair?" Then he looks at me like I'm crazy or half deaf, like my Nana Oliphant. Nanna just smiles and shakes her head whenever I ask, "What kind of salad dressing would you like?" or "Where did you put Granddad's false teeth?" "I'm sorry." He takes the smallest step away from me. "You were going to bed." "Yes! Meredith lives here. I've just spent two hours with her." I announce this proudly like my little brother, Seany, whenever he finds something disgusting in the yard. "I'm Anna! I'm new here!" Oh, [Gosh]. What. Is with. The scary enthusiasm? My cheeks catch fire, and it's all so humiliating. The beautiful boy gives an amused grin. His teeth are lovely - straight on top and crooked on the bottom, with a touch of overbite. I'm a sucker for smiles like this, due to my own lack of orthodontia. I have a gap between my front teeth the size of a raisin. "Étienne," he says. "I live one floor up." "I live here." I point dumbly at my room while my mind whirs: French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused. He raps twice on Meredith's door. "Well. I'll see you around then, Anna." Eh-t-yen says my name like this: Ah-na.

You independent women these days don't need to play by the old rules anymore. Embrace it. Chase your man. But be sensible.' (Daisy's Nanna, 'Friendship on Fire', p. 400)

I’m starting to think Mordecai bound you to someone’s grandmother instead of the earth, because that’s what you’re starting to sound like!” barked Harold in a slightly louder voice. “Just like my Nanna, next you’ll be complaining about your rheumatism.

And Mom and Nanna couldn’t wait until Sophie had a baby. Once Mom told me babies are hard work. She said, when I was a baby I never slept and I cried all the time. So why did Mom and Nanna want Sophie to have a baby so much? Maybe they didn’t really like her.

Hey, maybe you could invite the new guy to your party." Sarah suggested. Mark rolled his eyes. "Sure, I'll just ask the good-looking stranger if he wants to come round to my Nanna'a and dance naked around a fire." Mark was suddenly aware of the engulfing silence. "Who'll be naked doing what now?

To: Anna Oliphant From: Etienne St. Clair Subject: Uncommon Prostitues I have nothing to say about prostitues (other than you'd make a terrible prostitute,the profession is much too unclean), I only wanted to type that. Isn't it odd we both have to spend Christmas with our fathers? Speaking of unpleasant matters,have you spoken with Bridge yet? I'm taking the bus to the hospital now.I expect a full breakdown of your Christmas dinner when I return. So far today,I've had a bowl of muesli. How does Mum eat that rubbish? I feel as if I've been gnawing on lumber. To: Etienne St. Clair From: Anna Oliphant Subject: Christmas Dinner MUESLY? It's Christmas,and you're eating CEREAL?? I'm mentally sending you a plate from my house. The turkey is in the oven,the gravy's on the stovetop,and the mashed potatoes and casseroles are being prepared as I type this. Wait. I bet you eat bread pudding and mince pies or something,don't you? Well, I'm mentally sending you bread pudding. Whatever that is. No, I haven't talked to Bridgette.Mom keeps bugging me to answer her calls,but winter break sucks enough already. (WHY is my dad here? SERIOUSLY. MAKE HIM LEAVE. He's wearing this giant white cable-knit sweater,and he looks like a pompous snowman,and he keeps rearranging the stuff on our kitchen cabinets. Mom is about to kill him. WHICH IS WHY SHE SHOULDN'T INVITE HIM OVER FOR HOLIDAYS). Anyway.I'd rather not add to the drama. P.S. I hope your mom is doing better. I'm so sorry you have to spend today in a hospital. I really do wish I could send you both a plate of turkey. To: Anna Oliphant From: Etienne St. Clair Subject: Re: Christmas Dinner YOU feel sorry for ME? I am not the one who has never tasted bread pudding. The hospital was the same. I won't bore you with the details. Though I had to wait an hour to catch the bus back,and it started raining.Now that I'm at the flat, my father has left for the hospital. We're each making stellar work of pretending the other doesn't exist. P.S. Mum says to tell you "Merry Christmas." So Merry Christmas from my mum, but Happy Christmas from me. To: Etienne St. Clair From: Anna Oliphant Subject: SAVE ME Worst.Dinner.Ever.It took less than five minutes for things to explode. My dad tried to force Seany to eat the green bean casserole, and when he wouldn't, Dad accused Mom of not feeding my brother enough vegetables. So she threw down her fork,and said that Dad had no right to tell her how to raise her children. And then he brought out the "I'm their father" crap, and she brought out the "You abandoned them" crap,and meanwhile, the WHOLE TIME my half-dead Nanna is shouting, "WHERE'S THE SALT! I CAN'T TASTE THE CASSEROLE! PASS THE SALT!" And then Granddad complained that Mom's turkey was "a wee dry," and she lost it. I mean,Mom just started screaming. And it freaked Seany out,and he ran to his room crying, and when I checked on him, he was UNWRAPPING A CANDY CANE!! I have no idea where it came from. He knows he can't eat Red Dye #40! So I grabbed it from him,and he cried harder, and Mom ran in and yelled at ME, like I'd given him the stupid thing. Not, "Thank you for saving my only son's life,Anna." And then Dad came in and the fighting resumed,and they didn't even notice that Seany was still sobbing. So I took him outside and fed him cookies,and now he's running aruond in circles,and my grandparents are still at the table, as if we're all going to sit back down and finish our meal. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY FAMILY? And now Dad is knocking on my door. Great. Can this stupid holiday get any worse??

Our nannas are losers.

If anyone deserves the truth, Nanna, a child does. They can accept things, even hurtful things, if they are dealt with honestly, in love

Your nanna also said that the fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.

I am En-hedu-ana, the high priestess of the moon god Sin; I am the consort of Nanna. In my body dwells the spirit of Holy Inanna. Holy Inanna, daughter of the moon god Sin, daughter of the moon god Nanna. As it was with Holy Inanna, so the high priestess of the moon god Sin is also the daughter of the moon god Nanna. The brilliant radiance of Holy Inanna is upon me!

See you at breakfast?" "Yeah.See ya." I try to say this casually,but I'm so thrilled that I skip from her room and promptly slam into a wall. Whoops.Not a wall.A boy. "Oof." He staggers backward. "Sorry! I'm so sorry,I didn't know you were there." He shakes his head,a little dazed. The first thing I notice is his hair-it's the first thing I notice about everyone. It's dark brown and messy and somehow both long and short at the same time. I think of the Beatles,since I've just seen them in Meredith's room. It's artist hair.Musician hair. I-pretend-I-don't-care-but-I-really-do-hair. Beautiful hair. "It's okay,I didn't see you either. Are you all right,then?" Oh my.He's English. "Er.Does Mer live here?" Seriously,I don't know any American girl who can resist an English accent. The boy clears his throat. "Meredith Chevalier? Tall girl? Big,curly hair?" Then he looks at me like I'm crazy or half deaf,like my Nanna Oliphant. Nanna just smiles and shakes her head whenever I ask, "What kind of salad dressing would you like?" or "Where did you put Granddad's false teeth?" "I'm sorry." He takes the smallest step away from me. "You were going to bed." "Yes! Meredith lives there.I've just spent two hours with her." I announce this proudly like my brother, Seany, whenever he finds something disgusting in the yard. "I'm Anna! I'm new here!" Oh God. What.Is with.The scary enthusiasm? My cheeks catch fire, and it's all so humiliating. The beautiful boy gives an amused grin. His teeth are lovely-straight on top and crooked on the bottom,with a touch of overbite. I'm a sucker for smiles like this,due to my own lack of orthodontia. I have a gap between my front teeth the size of a raisin. "Etienne," he says. "I live one floor up." "I live here." I point dumbly at my room while my mind whirs: French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused. He raps twice on Meredith's door. "Well. I'll see you around then, Anna." Eh-t-yen says my name like this: Ah-na. My heart thump thump thumps in my chest.

Nanna: Inside, there was a long rigmarole that went on and on; it began with my hair, which had been cut off in the church, and said that he had gathered it together and made a neckband of it for himself; and my forehead was clearer than a cloudless sky. He compared my eyebrows to the black wood which is used to make combs, and he said that my cheeks were so white that they filled milk and cream with envy. He declared my teeth were like a row of pearls, and my lips like pomegranate blossoms; he composed a great preamble on my hands - he even praised my fingernails; and he said that my voice was like the canticle 'Gloria in eccelsis'; and when he came to my breasts, he waxed positively ecstatic - they displayed two apples as white and shining as the snow in sunlight. Finally he allowed himself to slip down to the fountain, saying that he had drunk from it all unworthily, and that it distilled nectar and manna, and that the curls of hair round it were made of silk.

Let the Light of God’s LOVE shine through you and watch and see what the Glory can do!

The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Would you rather go into the past, or into the future?

were spilt on his bib, Jane and Michael could tell that the substance in the spoon this time was milk. Then Barbara had her share, and she gurgled and licked the spoon twice. Mary Poppins then poured out another dose and solemnly took it herself. “Rum punch,” she said, smacking her lips and corking the bottle. Jane’s eyes and Michael’s popped with astonishment, but they were not given much time to wonder, for Mary Poppins, having put the miraculous bottle on the mantelpiece, turned to them. “Now,” she said, “spit-spot into bed.” And she began to undress them. They noticed that whereas buttons and hooks had needed all sorts of coaxing from Katie Nanna, for Mary Poppins they flew apart almost at a look. In less than a minute they found themselves in bed and watching, by the dim light from the night-light, the rest of Mary Poppins’s unpacking being performed. From the carpet bag she took out seven flannel nightgowns, four cotton ones, a pair of boots, a

Their first goal was to eradicate Elohim from the minds of men and replace him with their own pantheon. They disseminated myths that supported their hierarchy of the four high gods reigning over the earth. The four were: Anu, father god of the heavens; his vice-regent Enlil, lord of the air, wind, and storm; Enki, god of water and Abyss; and Ninhursag, the earth goddess. Below them were the three that completed the “Seven who Decreed Fate”: Nanna the moon god; Utu the sun god; and Inanna, goddess of sex and war. The Sumerians called these and the other gods of the cities Anunnaki, which means “gods of royal seed.

1. The wilder Beth grew, the bluer her eyes became, and the bluer her eyes became, the wilder she grew. 2. She chewed her nails. She chewed them down to the skin until they bled. 3. When she laughed she closed her eyes and tilted her head backward. She put one arm across her stomach. 4. She could melt Nanna's stony heart with one smile. After her heart was melted Nanna always said, 'What on earth will we do with you?' 5. She ran away often and when she returned we all tried to act as though she had never gone. 6. She felt keenly the pain of insects and then the pain of people. 7. She gave up dancing at thirteen. 8. Parts of her kept disappearing. Small pieces that she gave away. 9. Sometimes she drank methylated spirits with her wine, just a dash. 10. She wanted to save everything but couldn't even save herself.

Sargon, the obscure adventurer who had emerged as though from nowhere to nurture this proud ambition, to extinguish the independence of neighboring city-states and to rule supreme over the “totality of the lands under heaven,” had always remained the model of a Mesopotamian strongman. Almost two thousand years after his foundation of Akkad, he remained the cynosure of great kings. Indeed, in the decades before the Persian conquest, the obsession with him had become a veritable craze. At Susa, the capital of Elam, a victory memorial originally inscribed by Sargon’s grandson had been lovingly dusted down and put on prominent display; in Akkad itself, when a statue of the great man was excavated, Nabonidus had come rushing in high excitement to inspect it, and to supervise its restoration. Museums had sprung up everywhere: at Ur, for instance, the antiquities collection maintained by Nabonidus’ daughter, Princess En-nigaldi-Nanna, had been carefully labeled and put on display for the edification of the public. Meanwhile, in Babylon itself, scholars pored over great libraries of archives, tracing ancient documents, recycling archaic phrases, looking to the distant past to legitimize the needs and whims of their masters. The people of Mesopotamia, living as they did amid the lumber of millennia, had always been profoundly respectful of antiquity. Rather than feeling oppressed by it, they recycled it, cannibalized it, and turned it to their advantage.

dead seem to have been arranged in a hierarchy, like the living, and no doubt the highest seats were assigned to the dead kings and to high priestly officials who had to be taken care of with special sacrifices by such of the deceased as Gilgamesh and Ur-Nammu. There were all kinds of rules and regulations in the nether world, and it was the deified Gilgamesh who saw to it that the denizens of the nether world conducted themselves properly. Although in general one has the feeling that the nether world was dark and dreary, this would seem to be true only of daytime; at night the sun brought light to it, and on the twenty-eighth day of the month the sun was joined by the moon. The deceased were not treated all alike; there was a judgment of the dead by the sun-god, Utu, and to a certain extent by the moon-god, Nanna, and if the judgment was favorable, the dead man's soul would presumably live in happiness and contentment and have

I think we’ve seen every movie Cary Grant ever made a dozen times.” She widened her eyes. “Me too. Nanna adored Cary Grant.” “‘Everybody wants to be Cary Grant. Even I want to be Cary Grant.’” “I love that line.” “How about this one. ‘Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.’” “Arsenic and Old Lace.” “That’s one point for you.” “My turn. ‘Not that I mind a slight case of abduction now and then, but I have tickets for the theater this evening.’” “Too easy.” AJ smirked. “North by Northwest.” “We’re tied. One point each.” “So it’s a competition now?” “For biggest Cary Grant fan.” “Okay. Try this one. ‘There must be something between us, even if it’s only an ocean.’” “Every woman in the world knows that one.” “Then what is it?” “An Affair to Remember.” Shelby sighed dreamily. “And you can’t watch that one without watching Sleepless in Seattle.” “Another of Gran’s favorites.” “Did you really watch all those movies with her?” “Sure did. About once a month or so on a Sunday afternoon, we’d have a movie marathon.” His eyes softened as he revisited the past, then he grinned. “Sometimes I drifted off to sleep. So did she, but we both pretended we didn’t.” “Sounds like a pleasant way to spend a Sunday.” “It was.

Make sure to let the freshly baked cake cool before you eat it. Otherwise, you might end up with a tummy ache.

became a priestess to the god Nanna in the Sumerian city of Ur. So, although the Sumerians were conquered by the Akkadians, it

the heavens (called An, in the Sumerian language), the sun (Utu), the moon (Nanna), and the storm (Ishkur).

La depressione era una costante, l’infelicità la sua essenza, il dolore la sua ninna nanna

The Accuser was not impressed by any of this. A transformed seraph himself, his plaintiffs were all Sons of God as well. His opposition did not intimidate him at all. He and Semjaza, along with almost two hundred Watchers, presented themselves across from the array they despised. They considered the throne-circling adversaries to be a mob of sycophants, yes-men and sell-outs, puppets and tools. The Accuser, Semjaza, and their fellow Watchers were just as divine, and maybe even more powerful than their enemies because at least they exercised free will — real free will — iron will. That will did have to bend to the sovereignty of the Judge, however, to the use of their original heavenly names of Semjaza, Baraqel, and Zaqiel instead of their Shinarian deity names of Anu, Enlil, and Nanna.

I Am coming to make all things new. I Am coming to revive your soul this year. The Dark Night is over and My Light is breaking forth. I Am coming to alleviate your pain. I shall heal your broken heart and your broken spirit. I shall restore you from this day on - you shall be healed and restored.

Am Life - I shall remove the suicidal desires in your heart. I will replace them with lovesickness for Me.

Many of you have been consumed by substances but I shall consume you with My New Wine. I will heal your broken heart. I will restore you to the way I wanted you to be. You shall be the Ministers of My Wine. Yes, I say now, everything that has hurt you shall not prosper and I will restore you. I see why you suffered from the substances and no, I don't judge you, no, I Am Compassion. I Am Mercy. I shall use you as a Minister of My New Wine - why? Because the enemy has hooked you on the things of this world when I, I want to hook you on Me. So, put the bottle at My Feet because I Am restoring you to Mercy

My promises shall be known. Come, come, come, come to Me. Sit and worship as I fill you up to send you forth in 2015. Revival starts in you and only can occur from intimacy. Await My promises...await My Mercy.

He's my rescuer, my teacher, my protector, my everything. In all the years I festered in captivity, grieving over losing Nanna, I never thought I would meet a man who would serve me retribution.

There was a strangled cry behind us, right before Charlie shouted out, “It’s BDSM, and we don’t like it, Nanna. Please, if you love me, stop talking about sex stuff.

As if to prove the point, a large ginger tabby cat appeared and made a growling noise, baring its sharp teeth. “Fucking feed me,” came a demonic voice. I jerked and glanced from the cat to Nanna.  She shrugged. “Cissy has such a foul mouth, be warned.

That’s cool. A slumber party in a hotel.” I aimed a wink at Nanna. “You up for that?” “Oh son, at my age, I’m up for anything

The moon god Nanna helped bring fertility to animals.

Nanna nanna boo boo. You can’t get me, and I’m gonna wipe the floor with you,” she sings with a childlike tone before she sticks her tongue out at the cage.

Troldmanden satte sig i en af de dybe stole, der stod i små klynger om pejsen, som sendte sit blafrende lilla lys ud over salens gulv og vægge. Hun satte sig i stolen lige ved siden af ham. Han stoppede og tændte sin pibe, mens hans blik var fanget i den lilla flamme, der gav underligt genskin i hans sorte øjne. Da han ikke sagde noget, åbnede hun munden for at sige det noget, hun endnu ikke helt var klar over. ”Jeg er ikke … det er ikke …” ”Nej, Enilia. Og samtidigt jo. Du er her, men du er også der. I Laru, i menneskernes verden.” Gawavolfs blik skiftede fra den lilla flamme til at møde hendes.

Men metalsmagen i munden og det voldsomt hamrende hjerte modsagde ønsketankerne. Filippo rakte bagud og stoppede hende brat lige ved skellet til hyttens grund. De var i skjul bag tre høje træer. Der var støvregn i luften, som om himlen havde ombestemt sig og forsøgte at vende tilbage til samme tilstand som tidligere på aftenen. Han blev stående sådan med håndfladen mod hendes mellemgulv, mens han kiggede hen mod hytten, og hun fulgte hans blik hen over hans højre skulder. Der var et slør af dråber på den sorte trøje over hans skulder, og de glimtede på skift, når skyer og svajende grene brød månelyset.

Da hun var lille, havde hun boet der med mor og far på anden sal. Nogle gange, når der var koncert på Brandts, sad de i vindueskarmene og lyttede med. Projektørerne dernedefra farvede væggene røde, blå og lilla i stuen. Det var mere som en drøm nu, som noget, hun forestillede sig, men der var ikke noget, der trådte i stedet for. Det, der nu var virkeligt, gjorde, at det føltes, som om der slet ingen virkelighed var.

She loved me unconditionally." "Well of course she did." "Even if I tried to hide how I felt, she always knew." "Because she knew you." Nanna Jean held her tightly. "That's the greatest gift isn't it? Having someone who knows who you are and loves who you are. But there are other people who will love you for who you are, too. You just have to let them." Lucy scrubbed at her face again and pulled away. "Sorry." "Stop apologizing. You're allowed to be sad, Lucy. You don't always have to be smiling." Nanna Jean sat down next to her and pulled her chair closer. "When I lost my Angus, I could have filled the loch twice over with my tears. When they wanted to come, I let them come. I didn't try and stop them. And neither should you.

What has age got to do with how old you are? Nanna asked.

Forseti is the name of the son of Baldr and Nanna Nep's daughter. He has a hall in heaven called Glitnir, and whoever comes to him with difficult legal disputes, they all leave with their differences settled. It is the best place of judgment among gods and men. Thus it says here: There is a hall called Glitnir, it is held up by golden pillars and likewise roofed with silver. There Forseti dwells most days and settles all disputes.

She had everything from children’s books to the classics. She read it all and cherished each one. Whenever my pappa was away on travel, he would find a rare book and bring it home to her as a present, and she would be overjoyed. Nanna had no need for fancy jewelry or extravagant gifts, all she wanted was to read something that transported her into another world.

Introduction Sumerian literature comprises one of the oldest collections of written documents in the world. Like other bodies of mythology created by myriad cultures, the Sumerian corpus contains stories explaining the origins of the world, myths of the deeds and foibles of all-too-human deities and semi-divine beings, tales of magic and miracles, and epics detailing the mighty exploits of heroes who by their great strength and skill overcome dangerous beasts and human enemies alike. Surviving texts in Sumerian also include a number of religious texts composed by Enheduanna, the daughter of Sargon of Akkad and the high priestess in the temple of the moon god Nanna, as well as the first named author in human history.

A class of people who worked for the temple (which functioned as a proto–city hall) figured out how to keep track of stuff by elaborating on the tokens-pressed-in-clay system. They used a reed stylus to make marks on a little clay tablet and started using abstract symbols for numbers themselves. The first writers weren’t poets; they were accountants. For a long time, that’s all writing was. No love notes. No eulogies. No stories. Just IOU six sheep. Or, as a tablet from a famous mound in a Sumerian city called Uruk, in present-day Iraq, said: “Lu-Nanna, the head of the temple, received one cow and its two young suckling bull calves from the royal delivery from [a guy named] Abasaga.

A class of people who worked for the temple (which functioned as a proto–city hall) figured out how to keep track of stuff by elaborating on the tokens-pressed-in-clay system. They used a reed stylus to make marks on a little clay tablet and started using abstract symbols for numbers themselves. The first writers weren’t poets; they were accountants. For a long time, that’s all writing was. No love notes. No eulogies. No stories. Just IOU six sheep. Or, as a tablet from a famous mound in a Sumerian city called Uruk, in present-day Iraq, said: “Lu-Nanna, the head of the temple, received one cow and its two young suckling bull calves from the royal delivery from [a guy named] Abasaga.” Silver—a metal people had used previously for jewelry and rituals—was desirable and scarce and easy to store and divide, and it became money-ish in Mesopotamia, but for lots of people—maybe most people—money still wasn’t a thing.

After the lake everywhere Beth looked there was light. Dad, face bent over her, wore a halo. A tree was on fire with white cockatoos. The dam wall shone like a bride's skirt. The star-covered lake moved inside her. In the car our faces glowed. The sky pressed its bright face to the window. At home our mother noticed the stain on her shorts, and in the toilet even the blood on her underpants shone. 'Do not be afraid,' whispered Nanna at the toilet door. She said the prayer for young girls who are menstruating. 'I'm not afraid,' said Beth.

C'è un bambino ch'è piccino Come uva nella vigna C'è un bambino ch'è carino Come un teschio che sogghigna Sulle gote ha un bel rossore Sopra gli occhi stelle more Ha manine da baciare Con artigli per squarciare Tutto pieno di stupore Va pel mondo, questo amore Cerca altri come lui Per condurli in luoghi bui... Su nel cielo può volare E anche te può trasportare Su nel ciel, sempre più su Per poi farti cader giù E tu piombi sul selciato E capisci che ora muori Ed il sangue che hai versato Traccia in terra ghirigori E poi il diavolo ti piglia Con le ossa tutte rotte Nelle nebbie della notte Peter Pan è Meraviglia! Nelle nebbie della notte... ...Peter Pan è Meraviglia!

You remember the day you came back with the severed head?’ ‘Yes, that of Pattaraya, Nanna,’ Bijjala said. ‘Hmm. Maybe it was of Pattaraya.’ ‘You don’t trust me, Nanna?’ Bijjala cried. ‘I don’t trust myself, son. That is why I remain king.

Musik er ligesom alkohol, det forstærker den følelse man har når man trykker play eller sætter flasken for munden.

The nurse watched me gently climb in next to nanna, take her hand in mine and lean my head against hers. I didn’t know what to say to her. How do you thank somebody for being everything you needed and more?