Nec Quotes

Isaac out of surgery. It went well. He's officially NEC. NEC meant "no evidence of cancer." A second text came a few seconds later. I mean, he's blind. So that's unfortunate.

Ardet nec consumitur," Melina said. "Burned but not destroyed.

Animula vagula blandula Hospes comesque corporis Quae nunc abibis? In Loca Pallidula rigida nudula nec ut soles dabis Iocos. Little soul, you charming little wanderer, my body's guest and partner, where are you off to now? somewhere without colour, savage and bare; You'll crack no more of your jokes once you're there.

Ego vos mergam, nec merger a vobis. I sink you, that I will not be sunk by you.

Biracial.” I correct with an edge. “Puppies are mixed.

Iam nil officiunt mihi nec ipsae nocturnae tenebrae: teneo te, meum lumen.

Quaeritur huic alius; nec quisquam ex agmine tanto audet adire virum manibusque inducere caestus.

I start to wish that my weed was laced with something that will kill me, but I know it’s not.  It’s the pure stuff I buy from my manager at work, so I try to be the first guy to die from straight marijuana.

Animula vagula blandula Hospes comesque corporis Quae nunc abibis in loca Pallidula rigida nudula Nec ut soles dabis iocos

Non est salvatori salvator, neque defensori dominus, nec pater nec mater, nihil supernum.

Tu ne quaesieris--scire nefas--quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros. Ut melius, quidquid erit, pati. . . . Spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur fugerit invida aetas. Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

Ponekad mi se ucini da mi beze pod nogama putevi i daljine. I kadgod mi se dogodi da dospem u daleko, i stanem nasred njega i mislim: konacno, evo me; ako podignem oci, vidim da svako najdalje ima svoje jos dalje. Mozda je to i sreca. Mozda imam u sebi nesto duze od krajeva. Mozda imam u sebi toliko mnogo sveta, da se nikada, nigde, nec...e moci zavrsiti. Nije rec o zivotu, nego o njegovom dejstvu. Jer neke stvari se ne mogu saznati samo ocima. Postoje u meni mnoga, neverovatna cula. Cula vode i vazduha, metala, ikre, semenja,... Oni koji me srecu, misle da ja to putujem. A ne putujem ja. To beskraj po meni hoda. Od koje sam ja vrste? Znam jednu novu igru. Zaustavim se naprasno i ne micem se satima. Pravim se kao da razmisljam i da u sebi rastem. Cinim to dosta uverljivo. Dok imitiram drvece, neko sa strane, neupucen, stvarno bi pomislio da sam pustio korenje. Razlistavam se sluhom. Zagrljajima. Disanjem. Cak se i ptice prevare, pa mi slete u kosu i gnezde mi se na ramenu. Pravim se da sam trom sanjar. Nespretan penjac. Spor saputnik. Pravim se da mi je tesko da se savijam preko belih ostrica realnog. Pravim se da mi nedostaje hitrina iznenadnog skracivanja u tacku i produzetka u nedogled... Ja ne upoznajem svet, vec ga samo prepoznajem. Ne idem da ga otkrivam, nego da ga se prisetim, kao nekakve svoje daleke uspomene. Jer mnogo puta sam bio gde nisam jos koracao. I mnogo puta sam ziveo u onom sto jos ne poznajem. I mnogo puta sam grlio to sto ce tek biti oblici. Zato izgledam izgubljen i neprestano se osvrcem. A u sebi se smeskam. Jer, ako niste znali, svet je cudesna igracka. Moze li se izgubiti neko u nekakvom vremenu i nekakvom prostoru, ako u sebi nosi sva vremena i prostore?... Smeta mi krov da sanjam. Smeta mi nebo da verujem...

Tum vero exarsit iuveni dolor ossibus ingens, nec lacrimis caruere genae, segnemque Menoeten, oblitus decorisque sui sociumque salutis, in mare praecipitem puppi deturbat ab alta; ipse gubernaclo rector subit, ipse magister,

Here are the essentials of a happy life, my dear friend: money not worked for, but inherited; some land not unproductive; a hearth fire always going; law suits never; the toga rarely worn; a calm mind; a gentleman’s strong and healthy body; circumspect candor, friends who are your equals; relaxed dinner parties, a simple table, nights not drunken, but free from anxieties; a marriage bed not prudish, and yet modest; plenty of sleep to make the dark hours short. Wish to be what you are, and prefer nothing more. Don’t fear your last day, or hope for it either. Translated from original text: Vitam quae faciant beatiorem, Iucundissime Martialis, haec sunt: Res non parta labore, sed relicta; Non ingratus ager, focus perennis; Lis numquam, toga rara, mens quieta; Vires ingenuae, salubre corpus; Prudens simplicitas, pares amici; Convictus facilis, sine arte mensa; Nox non ebria, sed soluta curis; Non tristis torus, et tamen pudicus; Somnus, qui faciat breves tenebras: Quod sis, esse velis nihilque malis; Summum nec metuas diem nec optes.

Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati. seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam, quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare: Tyrrhenum sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

Fluctuat nec mergitur." "Is that Latin?" "Yes. It's the motto of Paris--something like, Tossed but not sunk. The French translate it a bit more prettily--She is tossed by the waves but she does not sink." Then he looked at me. "We've all been tossed by the waves, haven't we, little 'un? The t-trick is not to sink...

vita nec bonum nec malum est.

nec possum tecum vivere, nec sine te." *Martial, Epigrams 12, XLVI

Haud impune quidem; nec talia passus Ulixes, oblitusve sui est Ithacus discrimine tanto.

Non homines timere, non deos; nec turpia velle nec nimia; in se ipsum habere maximam potestatem: inaestimabile bonum est suum fieri.

Ita est: non accipimus brevem vitam sed fecimus, nec inopes eius sed prodigi sumus.

Iamque opus exegi, quod nec Iovis ira nec ignes nec poterint ferrum nec edax abolere vetustas. cum volet, illa dies, quae nil nisi corporis huius ius habet, incerti spatium mihi finiat aevi: parte tamen meliore mei super alta perennis astra ferar, nomenque erit indelibile nostrum, quaque patet domitis Romana potentia terris, ore legar populi, perque omnia saecula fama, siquid haben veri vatum praesagia, vivam.

I finished 11th grade with a perfect 5.0 GPA, so valedictorian is a sure thing if

I’m sorry Brooke.  I didn’t know that when I thought I was eating a fried chicken sandwich, I was really eating bigotry and oppression.

I want Sani to flip the fuck out, and get murdered by all the werewolves and fairies and vampires in the room.

Talibus insidiis periurique arte Sinonis credita res, captique dolis lacrimisque coactis, quos neque Tydides, nec Larisaeus Achilles, non anni domuere decem, non mille carinae.

Nec si quot placidis ignea noctibus Scintillant tacito sydera culmine, Nec si quot tepidum flante Favonio Ver suffundit humo rosas, Tot sint ora mihi...

odi hanc ego quae repetit uoluitque Palaemonis artem seruata semper lege et ratione loquendi ignotosque mihi tenet antiquaria uersus nec curanda uiris.

Animula, vagula, blandula Hospes comesque corporis Quae nunc abibis in loca Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nec, ut soles, dabis iocos...

Conscia mens recti, nec si sinit esse dolorem Sed revocare gradum.

postremo pereunt imbres, ubi eos pater aether in gremium matris terrai praecipitavit; at nitidae surgunt fruges ramique virescunt arboribus, crescunt ipsae fetuque gravantur. hinc alitur porro nostrum genus atque ferarum, hinc laetas urbes pueris florere videmus frondiferasque novis avibus canere undique silvas, hinc fessae pecudes pinguis per pabula laeta corpora deponunt et candens lacteus umor uberibus manat distentis, hinc nova proles artubus infirmis teneras lasciva per herbas ludit lacte mero mentes perculsa novellas. haud igitur penitus pereunt quaecumque videntur, quando alit ex alio reficit natura nec ullam rem gigni patitur nisi morte adiuta aliena.

Hic Priamus, quamquam in media iam morte tenetur, non tamen abstinuit, nec voci iraeque pepercit: 'At tibi pro scelere,' exclamat, 'pro talibus ausis, di, si qua est caelo pietas, quae talia curet, persolvant grates dignas et praemia reddant debita, qui nati coram me cernere letum fecisti et patrios foedasti funere voltus. At non ille, satum quo te mentiris, Achilles talis in hoste fuit Priamo; sed iura fidemque supplicis erubuit, corpusque exsangue sepulchro reddidit Hectoreum, meque in mea regna remisit.

nec dicamus tamen quod haeretici Sabelliani, eundem esse Patrem, qui est et Filius, et eundem Spiritum sanctum, qui est et Pater et Filius, sed Patrem esse Filii Patrem, et Filium Patris Filium, et Patris et Filii Spiritum sanctum nec Patrem esse nec Filium.

E tenebris tantis tam clarum extollere lumen qui primus potuisti inlustrans commoda vitae, te sequor, o Graiae gentis decus, inque tuis nunc ficta pedum pono pressis vestigia signis, non ita certandi cupidus quam propter amorem quod te imitari aveo; quid enim contendat hirundo cycnis, aut quid nam tremulis facere artubus haedi consimile in cursu possint et fortis equi vis? tu, pater, es rerum inventor, tu patria nobis suppeditas praecepta, tuisque ex, inclute, chartis, floriferis ut apes in saltibus omnia libant, omnia nos itidem depascimur aurea dicta, aurea, perpetua semper dignissima vita. nam simul ac ratio tua coepit vociferari naturam rerum divina mente coorta diffugiunt animi terrores, moenia mundi discedunt. totum video per inane geri res. apparet divum numen sedesque quietae, quas neque concutiunt venti nec nubila nimbis aspergunt neque nix acri concreta pruina cana cadens violat semper[que] innubilus aether integit et large diffuso lumine ridet: omnia suppeditat porro natura neque ulla res animi pacem delibat tempore in ullo.

Aestus erat, mediamque dies exegerat horam; adposui medio membra levanda toro. pars adaperta fuit, pars altera clausa fenestrae; quale fere silvae lumen habere solent, qualia sublucent fugiente crepuscula Phoebo, aut ubi nox abiit, nec tamen orta dies. illa verecundis lux est praebenda puellis, qua timidus latebras speret habere pudor. ecce, Corinna venit, tunica velata recincta, candida dividua colla tegente coma— qualiter in thalamos famosa Semiramis isse dicitur, et multis Lais amata viris. Deripui tunicam—nec multum rara nocebat; pugnabat tunica sed tamen illa tegi. quae cum ita pugnaret, tamquam quae vincere nollet, victa est non aegre proditione sua. ut stetit ante oculos posito velamine nostros, in toto nusquam corpore menda fuit. quos umeros, quales vidi tetigique lacertos! forma papillarum quam fuit apta premi! quam castigato planus sub pectore venter! quantum et quale latus! quam iuvenale femur! Singula quid referam? nil non laudabile vidi et nudam pressi corpus ad usque meum. Cetera quis nescit? lassi requievimus ambo. proveniant medii sic mihi saepe dies!

Fieri autem potest ut recte quis sentiat et id, quod sentit, polite eloqui non possit; sed mandare quemquam litteris cogitationes suas, qui eas nec disponere nec illustrare possit nec delectatione aliqua adlicere lectorem, hominis est intemperanter abutentis et otio et litteris.

Illam meae si partem animae tulit Maturior vis, quid moror altera? Nec carus aeque, nec superstes Integer. Ille dies ultramque Ducet ruinam. [Wenn meinen besten Teil der Seele die Parzen vor der Zeit abrissen, was zaudert der andere, der mir nicht lieber, nicht überlebender ist! Ein Tag stürzt uns beide ins Grab.]

Facilia sic putant omnes quce jam facta, nec de salebris cogitant, ubi via strata [when a thing has once been done, people think it easy; when the road is made, they forget how rough the way used to be]; so men are valued, their labours vilified by fellows of no worth themselves, as things of naught, who could not have done as much.

Hisce tibi in rebus latest alteque videndum et longe cunctas in partis dispiciendum, ut reminiscaris summam rerum esse profundam et videas caelum summai totius unum quam sit parvula pars et quam multesima constet, nec tota pars, homo terrai quota totius unus. quod bene propositum si plane contueare ac videas plane, mirari multa relinquas.

No broad is going to rip out my throat; I don’t care what she looks like.

Do they know I’m black?”  I ask. “I thought you were biracial.” To most white people, black and biracial are the same thing.

The fact that he’s a great person makes me feel even shittier.

I might Chris Brown her ass,

I smoke up all my shit and gulp down a few beers, and listen to soft, love songs by Drake, and even though I usually like Drake, I’m like ‘Drake man, these ho’s ain’t loyal.

but I can’t tell her that it doesn’t matter that she’s poor, because it does matter to me, but I can rectify the problem.  Everything else about her is perfect.

Nec minus interea Misenum in litore Teucri flebant, et cineri ingrato suprema ferebant. Principio pinguem taedis et robore secto ingentem struxere pyram, cui frondibus atris intexunt latera, et ferales ante cupresios constituunt, decorantque super fulgentibus armis. Pars calidos latices et aena undantia flammis expediunt, corpusque lavant frigentis et unguunt.

quid Romae faciam? mentiri nescio; librum, si malus est, nequeo laudare et poscere; motus astrorum ignoro; funus promittere patris nec uolo nec possum; ranarum uiscera numquam inspexi; ferre ad nuptam quae mittit adulter, quae mandat, norunt alii; me nemo ministro fur erit, atque ideo nulli comes exeo tamquam mancus et extinctae corpus non utile dextrae.

It is certain, that nothing less than the intervention of Jupiter was required to save the four unfortunate sergeants of the bailiff of the courts. If we had the happiness of having invented this very veracious tale, and of being, in consequence, responsible for it before our Lady Criticism, it is not against us that the classic precept, Nec deus intersit, could be invoked.

En la cabecera se leía en letras lilas: "Fluctuat nec mergitur". Era latín. Eureka lo había memorizado de la camiseta de la Sorbona con la que dormía casi todas las noches. Diana le había comprado aquella camiseta en París. Tenía escrito el lema de la ciudad y también el de su madre. "Batida por las olas, pero no hundida." A Eureka le dio un vuelco el corazón ante la cruel ironía.

Quid est enim tempus? Quis hoc facile breuiterque explicauerit? Quis hoc ad uerbum de illo proferendum uel cogitatione comprehenderit? Quid autem familiarius et notius in loquendo commemoramus quam tempus? Et intellegimus utique cum id loquimur, intellegimus etiam cum alio loquente id audimus. Quid est ergo tempus? Si nemo ex me quærat, scio; si quærenti explicare uelim, nescio. Fidenter tamen dico scire me quod, si nihil præteriret, non esset præteritum tempus, et si nihil adueniret, non esset futurum tempus, et si nihil esset, non esset præsens tempus. Duo ergo illa tempora, præteritum et futurum, quomodo sunt, quando et præteritum iam non est et futurum nondum est? Præsens autem si semper esset præsens nec in præteritum transiret, non iam esset tempus, sed æternitas. Si ergo præsens, ut tempus sit, ideo fit, quia in præteritum transit, quomodo et hoc esse dicimus, cui causa, ut sit, illa est, quia non erit, ut scilicet non uere dicamus tempus esse, nisi quia tendit non esse?

He’d paused at the entrance and was, once again, staring down at the mosaic in the floor. Jostled and shoved by impatient guests, Armand stood his ground and contemplated the ancient symbol of Paris before it was Paris. Jacques had quoted the Latin motto. Fluctuat nec mergitur. Beaten by the waves, but never sinks. For the first time, despite seeing it for decades, Armand realized the mosaic looked like a scene from The Tempest. Shakespeare’s play opened with a terrible storm, and a ship in peril. As a young man leaped from a sinking ship to almost certain death, he screamed, “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.

Humana ante oculos foede cum vita iaceret in terris oppressa gravi sub religione quae caput a caeli regionibus ostendebat horribili super aspectu mortalibus instants, primum Graius homo mortalis tollere contra est oculos ausus primusque obsistere contra, quem neque fama deum nec fulmina nec minitanti murmure compressit caelum, sed eo magis acrem irritat animi virtutem, effringere ut arta naturae primus portarum claustra cupiret. Ergo vivida vis animi pervicit, et extra processit longe flammantia moenia mundi atque omne immensum peragravit mente animoque, unde refert nobis victor quid possit oriri, quid nequeat, finita potestas denique cuique quanam sit ratione atque alte terminus haerens. Quare religio pedibus subiecta vicissim obteritur, nos exaequat victoria caelo.

Ode 4.7 Diffugere niues, redeunt iam gramina campis arboribus comae; mutat terra uices et decrescentia ripas flumina praetereunt; Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet ducere nuda chorus. Inmortalia ne speres, monet annus et almum quae rapit hora diem. Frigora mitescunt Zephyris, uer proterit aestas, interitura simul pomifer autumnus fruges effuderit, et mox bruma recurrit iners. Damna tamen celeres reparant caelestia lunae: non ubi decidimus quo pater Aeneas, quo diues Tullus et Ancus, puluis et umbra sumus. Quis scit an adiciant hodiernae crastina summae tempora di superi? Cuncta manus auidas fugient heredis, amico quae dederis animo. Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos fecerit arbitria, non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te restituet pietas; infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum liberat Hippolytum, nec Lethaea ualet Theseus abrumpere caro uincula Pirithoo.

Carmen LXXVI Siqua recordanti benefacta priora voluptas est homini, cum se cogitat esse pium, nec sanctam violasse fidem, nec foedere in ullo divum ad fallendos numine abusum homines, multa parata manent in longa aetate, Catulle, ex hoc ingrato gaudia amore tibi. nam quaecumque homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt aut facere, haec a te dictaque factaque sunt; omnia quae ingratae perierunt credita menti. quare cur tu te iam amplius excrucies? quin tu animum offirmas atque istinc teque reducis et dis invitis desinis esse miser? difficilest longum subito deponere amorem. difficilest, verum hoc qualubet efficias. una salus haec est, hoc est tibi pervincendum: hoc facias, sive id non pote sive pote. o di, si vestrumst misereri, aut si quibus umquam extremam iam ipsa in morte tulistis opem, me miserum aspicite et, si vitam puriter egi, eripite hanc pestem perniciemque mihi. heu, mihi surrepens imos ut torpor in artus expulit ex omni pectore laetitias! non iam illud quaero, contra me ut diligat illa, aut, quod non potis est, esse pudica velit: ipse valere opto et taetrum hunc deponere morbum. o di, reddite mi hoc pro pietate mea.

« Les lutteurs de l’université, avec lesquels s’entraînait Garp parfois, avaient un vocabulaire très précis pour désigner les photos de ce genre. Le vocabulaire en question, Garp le connaissait, n’avait pas changé depuis l’époque où il était élève à Steering et où ses camarades commentaient en termes identiques ce genre de photos. Une seule chose avait changé, ces photos circulaient désormais en toute liberté, mais le vocabulaire était le même. La photo que Garp contemplait dans son rêve se situait tout en haut de l’échelle dans la hiérarchie des photos pornographiques. Pour les photos de femmes nues, les appellations variaient ce que l’on pouvait voir. Si la toison pubienne était visible, mais non les parties génitales, cela s’appelait une « photo de buisson » – ou simplement un « buisson ». Si les organes génitaux étaient visibles, même partiellement dissimulés sous les poils, on disait un « castor » ; un « castor » avait davantage la cote qu’un buisson ; un castor montrait tout : les poils et les organes. Si les organes étaient ouverts, on disait un « castor fendu ». Et si le tout luisait, c’était, en manière de pornographie, le nec plus ultra : un « castor fendu et mouillé ». La moiteur impliquait que non seulement la femme était nue, offerte et ouverte, mais qu’en outre elle était prête. »

Günde 18 saat çalışmak; işte 18.yüzyıl insanseverlerin ve ahlakçılarının idealleri. nec plus ultra: daha ötesi yok çağımızın çalışma yüzyılı olduğu söyleniyor, aslında acının, sefaletin ve çürümenin yüzyılı kırsal bir yerleşimin orta yerine fabrika dikmektense, veba tohumu ekmek, su kaynaklarını zehirlemek daha iyidir. yoksul uluslar halkın rahat ettiği uluslardır, zengin uluslarda ise halk genellikle yoksuldur. modern ordular sadece iç düşmanı ezmek için beslenirler burjuvazinin sanayi ve ticari yeni ihtiyaçlarına uyum sağlamış protestanlık, halkın dinlenmesini daha az dert etti. dini bayramları azalttı. in anima vili: değersiz hayat tacir ve ticaret her zaman aşağılanan bir şey olmuştur antik yunanda Platon'a göre: doğa ne kunduracı yaratır, ne de demirci. Bu tür meşguliyetler bunları yerine getiren kişileri değersizleştirir. Yalan söylemeyi ve aldatmayı alışkanlık haline getirmiş tacirlere ise, sitede ancak zorunlu bir kötülük olarak müsamaha gösterilecektir. Cicero şöyle demektedir: Bir dükkandan saygıya ve hürmete layık ne çıkabilir? Ticaret namuslu bir şey üretebilir mi? Dükkan denen şey dürüst bir insana layık değildir. Tüccarlar yalan söylemeden kazanamadığına göre, yalancı olmaktan daha utanç verici ne olabilir? kim ki kendi emeğini para karşılığı satar, kendini de satar ve köle mertebesine düşürür.

Ventum deinde ad multo angustiorem rupem atque ita rectis saxis ut aegre expeditus miles temptabundus manibusque retinens uirgulta ac stirpes circa eminentes demittere sese posset. Natura locus iam ante praeceps recenti lapsu terrae in pedum mille admodum altitudinem abruptus erat. Ibi cum uelut ad finem uiae equites constitissent, miranti Hannibali quae res moraretur agmen nuntiatur rupem inuiam esse. Digressus deinde ipse ad locum uisendum. Haud dubia res uisa quin per inuia circa nec trita antea, quamuis longo ambitu, circumduceret agmen. Ea uero uia insuperabilis fuit; nam cum super ueterem niuem intactam noua modicae altitudinis esset, molli nec praealtae facile pedes ingredientium insistebant; ut uero tot hominum iumentorumque incessu dilapsa est, per nudam infra glaciem fluentemque tabem liquescentis niuis ingrediebantur. Taetra ibi luctatio erat, [ut a lubrica] glacie non recipiente uestigium et in prono citius pedes fallente, ut, seu manibus in adsurgendo seu genu se adiuuissent, ipsis adminiculis prolapsis iterum corruerent; nec stirpes circa radicesue ad quas pede aut manu quisquam eniti posset erant; ita in leui tantum glacie tabidaque niue uolutabantur. Iumenta secabant interdum etiam infimam ingredientia niuem et prolapsa iactandis grauius in conitendo ungulis penitus perfringebant, ut pleraque uelut pedica capta haererent in dura et alta concreta glacie. Tandem nequiquam iumentis atque hominibus fatigatis castra in iugo posita, aegerrime ad id ipsum loco purgato; tantum niuis fodiendum atque egerendum fuit. Inde ad rupem muniendam per quam unam uia esse poterat milites ducti, cum caedendum esset saxum, arboribus circa immanibus deiectis detruncatisque struem ingentem lignorum faciunt eamque, cum et uis uenti apta faciendo igni coorta esset, succendunt ardentiaque saxa infuso aceto putrefaciunt. Ita torridam incendio rupem ferro pandunt molliuntque anfractibus modicis cliuos ut non iumenta solum sed elephanti etiam deduci possent. Quadriduum circa rupem consumptum, iumentis prope fame absumptis; nuda enim fere cacumina sunt et, si quid est pabuli, obruunt niues. Inferiora uallis apricos quosdam colles habent riuosque prope siluas et iam humano cultu digniora loca. Ibi iumenta in pabulum missa et quies muniendo fessis hominibus data. Triduo inde ad planum descensum et iam locis mollioribus et accolarum ingeniis. (Ab Urbe Condita XXI.xxxvi-xxxvii)

Sunt delicta tamen, quibus ignovisse velumis. Nam neque chorda sonum reddit, quem vult manus et mens, Poscentique gravem persaepe remittit acutum; Nec semper feriet, quodcumque minabitur, arcus. Verum, ubi plura nitent in carmine, non ego paucis Offendar maculis, quas aut incuria fudit, Aut humana parum cavit natura. Quid ergo est? Ut scriptor si peccat idem librarius usque, Quamvis est monitus, venia caret, et citharoedus Ridetur, chorda qui semper oberrat eadem. Ekzistojne dhe gabimet qe gjithsesi duhen falur; ngase as dora dhe mendja s'e jep perhere tingullin e deshiruar, dhe atij qe kerkon zerin e trashe, ia jep te hollin, e as harku s'e qellon perhere cakun e vendosur pezull. Vertete, kur ne poezine shkelqejne shume gjera, mua s'me pengojne njollat e pakta; ato shfaqen nga pakujdesia o nga natyra njerezore. Prandaj cfare duhet bere? Kur si shkrimtari gabon edhe pershkruesi dhe pas verejtjes se thene s'kerkon falje fare, ashtu dhe kitaristi do te perqeshet, kur te njejtit tel i bie gabimisht.

The poet of the Pervigilium Veneris wrote in a darkening time, amid the breakdown of classic literacy. He knew that the Muses can fall silent: perdidi musam tacendo, nec me Apollo respicit: sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit silentium. “To perish by silence”: that civilization on which Apollo looks no more will not long endure.

Sunt enim quattuor humoresin homine, qui imitantur diversa eiementa; crescunt in diversis temporibus, regnant in diversis aetatibus. Sanguis imitatur aerem, crescit in vere, regnat in pueritia. Cholera imitator ignem. crescit in aestate, regnat in adolescentia. Melancholia imitatur terram, crescit in autumno, regnat in mat uri tate. Phlegma imitatur aquam, crescit in hieme. regnat in senectute. Hi cum nec pius nee minus lust a exuberant, viget homo.

Illa cantat, nos tacemus. Quando ver venit meum? Quando fiam uti chelidon, ut tacere desinam? Perdidi Musam tacendo, nec me Phoebus respicit. Sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit silentium.

Nothing so common as to have{296} "father fight against the son, brother against brother, kinsman against kinsman, kingdom against kingdom, province against province, Christians against Christians:" a quibus nec unquam cogitatione fuerunt læsi, of whom they never had offence in thought, word, or deed.

nec metu nec spe, el

I sat up and squeezed my ass cheeks together hard. “I really don’t think that’s nec—” Jolie raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want me to bring out the mirror again?” A sob escaped my lips and her gaze softened.

Nec Aspera Terrent! Victoria pinget!

Cigarettes café promenades comme chez les fous un véritable esclandre ici nous sommes tous amis. ici nous sommes tous sains d’esprit. personne ne reconnaît. les regards perdus parlent de nous. les détournements de la réalité immédiate auraient été notre seule réalité. disaient ceux qui pensaient contrôler la réalité. l’infirmier a dit je suis nouveau. une fleur un jour de mai. je suis tout juste bon. pour les pilules probablement une dépression j’ignore si je suis guéri ou si j’ai jamais été déprimé. je fus interrogé par un collègue si je me suis acclimaté. trois mois qu’il pêchait délicatement les plantes dans la rigole. regarde comme elles sont belles. j’avais envie de rire. sans raison. tel un fou. il a été conduit à l’hôpital par un temps hivernal. on ne nous a jamais donné de fourchettes pour manger. Ils disaient qu’on allait se crever les yeux fixant le vide. le premier jour nous avons mangé le plat de résistance avec les mains. aucun de nous n’avait assez de cigarettes. le nec plus ultra était de fumer et d’observer la lune. aucun espoir que les amoureuses ou les épouses nous cherchent. si toutefois ça leur arrivait de passer en coup de vent as tu apporté des cigarettes pour observer la lune. on demandait. j’ai quitté cet endroit. je n’ai pas découvert ce dont je souffrais. d’un hôpital à l’autre. que dira le monde. le pauvre habite en mezzanine. bien sûr ils m’ont demandé comment je me sentais. l’éternelle bienveillance. cela peut arriver à tout un chacun. disait-on. (traduit du roumain par Gabrielle Danoux)

Nec Aspera Terrent

I’ll fucking rip your throat out.” She caresses my neck with her perfectly

Well, yeah, but you’re not a wolf.  Not really right?”  Why is she not scared, and how is this broad going to tell me what I am or aren’t?  She hasn’t known me for

You have to kill a family member to be a Skinwalker.

Sure.” I say. Please don’t have a penis.

She’s not a normal 150 pound wolf, she’s fucking

down my temple.               “Let’s not try to scare each other anymore sweetie, it’s not very nice.” She says as she kisses my forehead.

Sonic, where we can eat chili dogs and tater tots

I’m not pretty crying.  My face is twisted up, there’s probably snot bubbles.  I will be an ugly mess all day even after I fix my make-up.

I’ve been going to a reading tutor at the library, in case you ever want to read anything.  I only smoke grass like twice a week now.

This is our last date.  Not because he didn’t tell his parents my race, but because he stopped by “my house” over the weekend to ask if I wanted to go get a shaved ice at the park, and Uncle Ethan was completely confused,

Why would you lie to me? I really liked you.”  He says softly and leans against the locker next to mine waiting for an explanation.

My head is full of poison.  I want to shave her fucking head and see if she’s still that beautiful, I want to smash all her car windows.

Nova pulls the same coupon from her purse, and Brennan says she bought another in case they needed it.  Apparently the love of coupons is genetic.

I’m not acting poor, Lamar.  I’m poor.”  She says.

spread all over school that I was poor, and all my sister’s and I have different dad’s (which is true, but she didn’t know that at the time), and that I had roaches and bed bugs (which is not true and never was).

The restaurant is shit.  It’s a low-end chain steak-house with peanut shells all over the floor like I expected it to be.

Brennan says when she places her order that we’re together and have a coupon, and Nova does the same, and Ivan isn’t bothered at all, so I guess this is how people eat out.  I could die.

and

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Felices ter et amplius quos inrupta tenet copula nec malis divolsus querimoniis suprema citius solvet amor die.

Animula vagula blandula Hospes comesque corporis Quae nunc abibis in loca Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nec, et ut soles, dabis iocos. Little wandering soul, Guest and companion of my body, Where are you going to now? Away, into bare, bleak places, Never again to share a joke.

You know when you were a teenager and you’d see your mum with her best friends and they’d seem close, but they weren’t like how you were with your friends? There’d be a strange formality between them – a slight awkwardness when they first met. Your mum would clean the house before they came and they would talk about their children’s coughs and plans for their hair. When we were kids, Farly once said to me: ‘Promise we’ll never get like that. Promise when we’re fifty we’ll be exactly the same with each other. I want us to sit on the sofa, stuffing our faces with crisps and talking about thrush. I don’t want to become women who meet up once every couple of months for a craft fair at the NEC.’ I promised. But little did I know how much work it takes to sustain that kind of intimacy with a friend as you get older – it doesn’t just stick around coincidentally.” Excerpt From Everything I Know About Love Dolly Alderton This material may be protected by copyright.

Ardet nec consumitur

Diu æstuanti commodum succurrebat, quod olim ab erudito apud nostrates viro audiveram, T e u t o n i c o s h o m i n e s i n s a t i a b i l e s c r i b e n d i c a c oe t h es t e n e r e : verum paucissimis datum aliquid producere , quod inventionis acumine , aut genii lepore politi applausum seculi possit provocare. Ne tamen perituræ parcatur chartæ, pleramque turbam petitas passim particulas in unam compingere massam , vix uspiam adspersa judicii mica. Nec plagii apud ipsos habere crimen , aliorum opera paucis interpolata locis pro novis venditare. Aliquos denique sibi locum inter autores deberi credere, quod diffusius aliquod scriptum in compendium, aut, si Diis placet , in tabellas, memoriæ , an stupiditati juvandæ ? redegerint.

When we were kids, Farly once said to me: “Promise we’ll never get like that. Promise when we’re fifty we’ll be exactly the same with each other. I want us to sit on the sofa, stuffing our faces with crisps and talking about thrush. I don’t want to become women who meet up once every couple of months for a craft fair at the NEC.” I promised. But little did I know how much work it takes to sustain that kind of intimacy with a friend as you get older—it doesn’t just stick around coincidentally.

L'adjectif shibui concerne le nec plus ultra de cette esthétique, d'une « austère qualité ». Terme complexe, intraduisible, proche de notre «raffiné», il porte à son point culminant la notion de « bon goût ». Il s'applique aux choses usuelles, à la présentation d'un mets, à la manière de se vêtir, au comportement de chaque individu. Pour qu'un objet mérite ce vocable, il doit être simple mais intéressant, exquis dans la sévérité, âpre et rustique mais non grossier, frustre et patiné jusqu'aux limites du délabrement. Les teintes douces, neutres, mates et toujours dégradées l'emportent sur la polychromie, les couleurs tranchantes et le vernis. L'originalité sans prétention et la noblesse de l'unicité ayant bien plus d'importance que le fini, aucun usinage en série n'est admissible. Enfin, la matière brute doit rester visible en l'un ou l'autre endroit de l'objet. Ce respect quasi religieux de la substance rappelle que les Japonais se sentent intimement liés aux trois règnes de la nature. Ils s'étonnent donc de voir une statue peinte, une poterie totalement recouverte d'émail, un corps dont le grain n'est pas mis en valeur. L'artiste en quête de shibui met son étonnante habileté manuelle au service d'une matière qui serait une collaboratrice traitée en égale. (Hors du Japon, seuls les Scandinaves appliquent à la lettre ce dépouillement esthétique. La pureté de leurs « lignes fonctionnelles » a d'ailleurs conquis bien des Occidentaux.) Ennemi juré de l'ostentation, il ne veut pas d'une beauté qui se révèle au premier coup d'œil, car on se lasse plus rapidement d'une satisfaction trop aisée, d'un plaisir immédiat que des joies sereines d'une lente découverte. Péjoratifs en Occident, les mots terne, usé, imparfait, déterminent au contraire l'excellence d'un objet shibui. Le brin de paille dans une céramique, un émail craquelé, l'irrégularité volontaire ou fortuite rehaussent l'originalité d'une œuvre parce qu'ils éveillent l'intérêt de celui qui la contemple. [...] « Les ans sont aimables pour les choses, cruels pour les humains. Mais tout ici-bas n'est qu'un bref passage entre l'éclosion et l'inéluctable anéantissement », disent les Japonais. (pp. 261-262)

Typically, Walter found a good motto for himself: Nec mortem peto, nec finem fugio (I neither seek out death, nor flee from the end).

Nec vta nec fortna hominibus perpes est. (Publilius

Mihi crede, magna pars ex iis quos amavimus, licet ipsos casus abstulerit, apud nos manet; nostrum est quod praeterit tempus nec quicquam est loco tutiore quam quod fuit. (Letters to Lucilius, 99.4) Trust me, the greater part of those we’ve loved, though chance stole them away, stays with us; time passed is ours, and nothing stands on surer footing than that which once was.

I fear you not,” said the creature hoarsely, to everyone’s utter astonishment. Then the creature held out a paw. Reynevan would have sprung back had he not been too afraid to move. He suddenly realised in astonishment that the paw was pointing at the arms on Zawisza’s shield. Then, to his even greater astonishment, the creature pointed at the cauldron with the herbal infusion. “Sulima and a herbalist,” the creature croaked. “Rectitude and knowledge. What is there to fear? I fear not. My name is Hans Mein Igel.” “Greetings to you, Hans Mein Igel. Be you hungry? Or thirsty?” “No. It came to sit down. And listen. For it heard their words. And came to listen.” “Please, be our guest.” The creature approached the campfire, bristled up into a ball and stopped moving. “Aaaye.” Zawisza’s composure was truly astonishing. “Where was I?” “You were…” Reynevan swallowed, regaining his speech. “You were saying nec Hercules.

Angustam amice pauperiem pati robustus acri militia puer condiscat et Parthos ferocis vexet eques metuendus hasta vitamque sub divo et trepidis agat in rebus. Illum ex moenibus hosticis matrona bellantis tyranni prospiciens et adulta virgo suspiret, eheu, ne rudis agminum sponsus lacessat regius asperum tactu leonem, quem cruenta per medias rapit ira caedes. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. mors et fugacem persequitur virum nec parcit inbellis iuventae poplitibus timidove tergo.

Nec aspera terrent - latin for "Let nothing difficult frighten thee