Nia Quotes

I’m not better, you know. The weight hasn’t left my head. I feel how easily I could fall back into it, lie down and not eat, waste my time and curse wasting my time, look at my homework and freak out and go and chill at Aaron’s, look at Nia and be jealous again, take the subway home and hope that it has an accident, go and get my bike and head to the Brooklyn Bridge. All of that is still there. The only thing is, it’s not an option now. It’s just… a possibility, like it’s a possibility that I could turn to dust in the next instant and be disseminated throughout the universe as an omniscient consciousness. It’s not a very likely possibility.

He seems like a good guy, but we need to focus on finding Nia’s killer, and then finish the theater. We don’t have time for distractions. No men.” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Mel rolled her eyes. “Inspiration before intercourse.” Callie chuckled. “I should put that on a T-shirt.

The man may be the head of the household. But the woman is the neck, and she can turn the head whichever way she pleases.

Women were excited after sex, wired becasue in their minds the relationship was on beginning. Men went to sleep m the because for the orgasm had arrived and the relationship was done.

Anyone who ever wondered how much they could love a child who did not spring from their own loins, know this: it is the same. The feeling of love is so profound, it's incredible and surprising.

marriage is when a man stops disappointing many women and focuses on disappointing one!

you're just a side dish not the main course!

You want us to attack the NIA agents with frozen meat?" Digger asked, his voice trembling and his teeth chattering. He snickered. "Literally hit them over the head with our big meatsacks?

she drew me. But not who I see in the mirror. Nia saw the Oscar i keep hidden. And she put him on paper. Nobody sees the real me.

But I can’t leave, not yet. I’ll stay with her until sunrise. If I brace my feet, I won’t slide. I can rest my cheek on the roof tile and still see her. Pacing. Pulling her hair. “I’ll fix you,” I tell her. “I promise.” Even though I don’t know how. It’s better than good-bye.

jokes are used to hide the truth!

Physical attraction was about aesthetics, not sexual performance, not mental stimulation. Without a mental connection, a remarkable sexual performance yielded no lifelong guarantees. It was only lust. And lust was not love.

Brendan's not the guy you use to figure your shit out, Brendan's the guy you hope you get once you have figured your shit out.

Some things you’re not meant to be saved from,” Nia says. “Some things have to be lessons.

It’s disgusting. They melted my girl down and poured her into their mold. And this perversion is what she cooled into. I can’t be near her. Can’t see her, smell her, hear her voice chirping like a bird. I tell her the same thing I’ve been whispering every night on the roof. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.

Because now I know what I have been waiting for. I know exactly why the other processes didn't work. I know I was supposed to wait for this little girl.

He had never thought in his wildest imagination of marriage as an option for him. Never believed there was a woman out there that would make him sign up for that particular brand of madness. And, in the abstract at least, it still sounded like madness but this wasn’t about marriage, it was about Riley. With her, he knew that boyfriend-girlfriend shit wasn’t going to be enough. He had to have her locked down.

I deserved to find pleasure that surpassed my imagination, better than any I had experienced.

But I don't want to be the Throne Warden," Janner said with all the bitterness he could muster. "I understand," Nia said. Janner had planned to send her over the edge with that comment, but she didn't seem surprised. "Sometimes I don't want to be queen. But what I want doesn't change what I am.

I hold my daughter in my arms and thank God for bringing her to me. If the standard route for creating a family had worked for me, I wouldn't have met this child. I needed to know her. I needed to be her mother. I know now why all those events happened. Or didn't happen. So I could meet this little girl. She is, in every way, my daughter. I am carrying my Funny Gift from God and all is good.

Kalmar nodded. "I'm sorry, Papa. I wasn't strong enough." "None of us are, lad. Me least of all." Esben smiled and took a rattling breath. "But it's weakness that the Maker turns to strength. Your fur is why you alone loved a dying cloven. You alone in all the world knew my need and ministered to my wounds." Esben pulled Kalmar closer and kissed him on the head. "And in my weakness, I alone know your need. Hear me, son. I loved you when you were born. I loved you when I wept in the Deeps of Throg. I loved you even as you sang the song that broke you. And I love you now in the glory of your humility. You're more fit to be the king than I ever was. Do you understand?" Kalmar shook his head. Esben smiled and shuddered with pain. "A good answer, my boy. Then do you believe that I love you?" "Yes, sir. I believe you." Kalmar buried his face in his father's fur. "Remember that in the days to come. Nia, Janner, Leeli - help him to remember.

Once desire was turned on, combustion gave it a life of its own. Once it was turned on it became a raging wildfire, uncontrollable and uncontainable, the type of conflagration that had to be allowed to burn itself out.

the most painful good-byes were the ones that were never said, never explained

loneliness has its own needs!

best way to deal with fear is to face the nightmare!

A great relationship was when someone accepted your past, supported your present, and encouraged your future.

Across the room, Nia said with a smirk, “Look at Tinkerbell going all mama-bear.” Hope snapped, “Oh, shove the Tinkerbell crap up your ass.” For about two seconds, Nia just stared at her. Then she started to laugh.

A man's ego is a fragile thing; as fragile as a woman's heart

we all go through changes in search of self!

fear is weakness uncontrolled!

Walla mama GoodReads gyan chawarey quote w sht mabn la mnawa chunka taqati aw shtanam nia

Imani ni nia ya kujua kisichoweza kujulikana na hupeleka watu kwenye ukweli. Kuamini hupotosha, na ni nia ya kudharau kinachoweza kujulikana.

SLUT (noun): A woman with the morals of a man

the things we crave, our silent desires, out little addictions!

Lifelong full-body salving is why Black folks look so young. Black doesn’t snap, crackle, or pop—why? Because: moisture. It’s why some of us look twelve at thirty. Listen to me, white folks. I’m dropping life secrets here. Why else do you think the Olsen twins (born in 1986) look the same age as Nia Long (born in 1970)? You haven’t used the BUTTERS.

Love is for the soul and sex is for the body. Both cry out for satisfaction

You met Sheryl. She stays bent out of shape. That's her resting state--bent-out-of-shape, pissed-off and all-kinds-of-crazy. Pick any one of those. That's Sheryl on a good day.

Between the ugly truth and beautiful lies, I'll take the truth every time.

beauty is the currency of betrayal!

Pertama, hiduplah dengan mimpimu (sendiri). Kedua, percaya kau bisa meraihnya. Ketiga, kerahkan seluruh energi untuk meraih impian itu.

Nia, it wasn’t about you.” “Are you sure?” I look down, and the answer is right there in my chest and it’s resounding. “Yes. I have bigger problems than you.

Mtu akikushauri kufanya kitu ambacho ni kinyume na takdiri ('destiny') ya maisha yako, hata kama huyo mtu hana nia mbaya na wewe, sema 'hapana' kwa hiyo 'ndiyo' yake.

Over and over again he said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” And over and over again, Nia said, “We love you, we love you.

Sometimes I want the friendship of a man but other times I only want his passion. Friendship can be false; passion never lies.

I am so touched at how my family has embraced my situation. They don't even know this child, and they already love her.

You're good for me," I say. "The light to my shade." "Then you're the night to my day. A person needs both, you know.

Pussy power is a concept, Steven. Not just a casual use of coarse language. It doesn’t work if you substitute it with ‘vagina’. Trust me on this.

Sometimes I catch glimpses, through the windows, through the glass, life rushing, whirling, past.

The heart define whom we are were attracted to. I was attracted to him, sexually, mentally and maybe even spiritually. And the heart decided for how long that inner madness would last.

Aaron was beside himself grabbing his keys and running out of his office leaving everyone staring at him. He heard Becca call his name but he didn't have the time, Nia needed him and he had to go now! He felt like he was suffocating as he started the car and pushed the gas down as far as it would go. This guardian bond thing was more intense than he ever thought possible.

When she reached the button of his jeans, his hips jerked and he squeezed his eyes closed, hoped he wouldn’t make a fool of himself and lose it the second she touched him. He hadn’t done anything like that in ages, not since high school, but Nia shattered his control like nothing else.

Cza­sem li­nia męskiego kar­ku może zmienić całe two­je życie. Sposób, w ja­ki sięga on do kie­sze­ni po drob­ne, po­wodu­je skur­cz ser­ca i chłód dłoni. To, jak do­tyka twe­go łok­cia lub nie za­pięte­go gu­zika man­kietu koszu­li, budzi w to­bie de­mony, których is­tnienia nikt nie był świadom.

War prisoners apart, the average citizen of Ocea- nia never sets eyes on a citizen of either Eurasia or Eastasia, and he is forbidden the knowledge of foreign languages. If he were allowed contact with foreigners he would discover that they are creatures similar to himself and that most of what he has been told about them is lies. The sealed world in which he lives would be broken, and the fear, hatred, and self-righteousness on which his morale depends might evaporate.

Then he curled his tongue around her clit and Nia could have sworn she saw lights exploding. Her breath caught in her lungs, the muscles in her body went rigid. Nothing, absolutely nothing seemed to exist except for the way that man was teasing her closer and closer to climax, using his tongue in a way that was nothing short of diabolical.

Number two is just the leader for the rest of the leaders

Inside every pause lived a contemplation

The mouth that you love to feel sucking you. The mouth that makes your toes curl, the mouth that makes you ache and moan.

I was erotic. I was beautiful. I was powerful.

Life's a beach. Just roll with it.

You can try to distract me with your kisses, sir, but I will come through with the goods in the end.

I want to be wherever you are.

guilt force justification!

Ownership, even in love, is an illusion. No woman owned any man and no man owned any woman.

Karena bahagia untuk sesuatu yang tidak nyata itu lebih buruk ketimbang membenci kenyataan yang jelas-jelas ada.

After all, what is life if love isn't fun?

A parte mais difícil de virar adulto é reconhecer que virar adulto é uma merda.

Mtu anayesema pesa haijampa furaha hana nia ya kusaidia watu.

Ukiwa mchapakazi hodari mwenye msimamo na nia thabiti ya utendaji kazi unaweza kuwa mpweke kwa maana ya kuwa na marafiki wachache. Lakini mashabiki utakuwa nao wengi.

Then I get up and turn on the light. (Did anyone notice I was in here in the dark? Did they see the lack of light under the crack and notice it like a roach? Did Nia see?) Then I look in the mirror. I look so normal. I look like I’ve always looked, like I did before the fall of last year. Dark hair and dark eyes and one snaggled tooth. Big eyebrows that meet in the middle. A long nose, sort of twisted. Pupils that are naturally large—it’s not the pot—which blend into the dark brown to make two big saucer eyes, holes in me. Wisps of hair above my upper lip. This is Craig.

I had lunch with my brothers,” Mark said, his face serious. “While you were still asleep. They told me. About Corey and that stupid set-up you agreed to where you’d pretend not to be my wife . . .” “I never agreed to pretend not to be your wife,” Dylan said. Mark’s face grew serious then. “That’s what it amounted to in the end though, didn’t it? You pulled away from me in exchange for me getting . . . what?” “Your career back,” Dylan said. “Your life.” “Dylan, you’re my life. You.

You can't question what has no answer. If I knew then it would not be true love. It would have because attached. I love you because this reason, or that reason. Real love has no because attached.

Everything happens for a reason. Failure is not an excuse to live in the past, to stay stuck in one place. Everyone has a chance to turn regret into a lesson. Turn lessons into growth. And be successful.

Let’s run, Ty. Come with me. We’ll bury ourselves and start over. With nothing to do but lie on a beach all day and drink and fuck.” Ty couldn’t answer, still torn between shock and anger. “Yeah,” he finally sneered. “Drink and fuck and run from the NIA.” “You bloody stubborn bastard!” Liam shouted, his façade finally cracking. “I’m telling you right here, I love you! We have a chance to cut and run, and I want you to come with me!

Something deep in my guts, below my heart, has made a shift to the left and settled in a more comfortable place. It’s not the Shift, but it’s a shift. I picture Nia with her gorgeous face and little body and black hair and pouty lips and Aaron’s hands all over her but also with her pot smoking and the pimples on her forehead and making fun of people all the time and the way she’s always so proud of how she’s dressed. And I picture her fading.

see Joziah?” Denyce said. “He all that.” Nia popped a bubble with her gum. “I heard he’s strapped.” “What?” Rachel said. “That’s wack.” Sometimes it seemed to Ruth that Rachel and her friends spoke a different language. “He ain’t got no gun,” Denyce said. “He just like to tell people he do.” A gun? Ruth didn’t realize she’d spoken out loud until the girls all stared at her. “Oh, look,” Nia said. “We shocked your baby sister.” If Mama knew Rachel

É difícil lidar com a perda em palavras, quando a morte só fala a linguagem da dor. Não existe tradução fiel em português para o sentimento de devastação quando alguém que nós amamos é arrancado brutalmente dos nossos braços.

I’m tired of taking people’s sins on myself. I’m tired of running away from everything. I want to be like Errin. Like Nia. Like Sister Hope. I want to be the girl who fought a golem, the girl who slammed her hands on a table and told a room full of powerful women that I was going to fight, and to hell with them. I survived the court of Lormere. I survived the journey to Scarron. I survived the Sleeping Prince’s raid on the Conclave. I am a survivor.

Kuamini (mbali na imani, ambayo ni nia ya kujua kisichoweza kujulikana) ni kwa ajili ya vitu usivyoweza kuvielezea. Unaamini kwamba siku moja dawa ya UKIMWI au saratani itapatikana mahali fulani, ilhali huwezi kufanya majaribio ya kisayansi kulithibitisha hilo. Unaweza kusubiri hata miaka mia, lakini kama bado dawa haijapatikana, unaweza kusubiri hata miaka mingine mia. Kuamini ni kujifanya kujua (na mara nyingi kujifanya kujua ni uongo) na kuamini hakuhitaji maarifa. Kujua kunahitaji maarifa na ni kuamini unakoweza kukuthibitisha. Ukiniuliza kama simu yangu ipo mfukoni nitakwambia ndiyo ipo, kwa sababu nitaingiza mkono mfukoni na kuitoa na kuiona. Siamini kama ipo mfukoni, najua.

I have a system with bathrooms. I spend a lot of time in them. They are sanctuaries, public places of peace spaced throughout the world for people like me. When I pop into Aaron’s, I continue my normal routine of wasting time. I turn the light off first. Then I sigh. Then I turn around, face the door I just closed, pull down my pants, and fall on the toilet— I don’t sit; I fall like a carcass, feeling my butt accommodate the rim. Then I put my head in my hands and breathe out as I, well, y’know, piss. I always try to enjoy it, to feel it come out and realize that it’s my body doing something it has to do, like eating, although I’m not too good at that. I bury my face in my hands and wish that it could go on forever because it feels good. You do it and it’s done. It doesn’t take any effort or any planning. You don’t put it off. That would be really screwed up, I think. If you had such problems that you didn’t pee. Like being anorexic, except with urine. If you held it in as self-punishment. I wonder if anyone does that? I finish up and flush, reaching behind me, my head still down. Then I get up and turn on the light. (Did anyone notice I was in here in the dark? Did they see the lack of light under the crack and notice it like a roach? Did Nia see?) Then I look in the mirror. I look so normal. I look like I’ve always looked, like I did before the fall of last year. Dark hair and dark eyes and one snaggled tooth. Big eyebrows that meet in the middle. A long nose, sort of twisted. Pupils that are naturally large—it’s not the pot— which blend into the dark brown to make two big saucer eyes, holes in me. Wisps of hair above my upper lip. This is Craig. And I always look like I’m about to cry. I put on the hot water and splash it at my face to feel something. In a few seconds I’m going to have to go back and face the crowd. But I can sit in the dark on the toilet a little more, can’t I? I always manage to make a trip to the bathroom take five minutes.

Le Chaos était tenu en échec par l'Harmonie. L'Harmonie. Salim ne combattait plus. Porteur de lumière, il était trop précieux pour risquer sa vie. Immobile dans le cercle de marchombres, les yeux écarquillés par la stupéfaction et l'incrédulité, il la découvrait. L'Harmonie. Le Chaos grogna, se déchaîna, libérant jusqu'à l'ultime parcelle de son essence incontrôlable. Violence, haine, peur, fanatisme... L'Harmonie répondit en se mettant a danser. Ouverture, temps, respect... Le Chaos rugit. L'Harmonie virevolta. Le Chaos enfla. L'Harmonie ondoya. Salim leva les mains au-dessus de sa tête. La lumière qui jaillissait de ses paumes inondait la grotte, nourrissait les corps, faisait vibrer les cœurs, pulsait avec les âmes. L'Harmonie. Le Chaos tressaillit. Nia. Cogna. Déroba. Mentit. Tortura. Viola. L'Harmonie s'offrit.

There’s no way around grief. You have to go through it. You have to cry it out of your body, then wade through your own tears to the other side. Where there is cake. Moist cake. Have a piece. It will make you feel better. Have a second piece. Lick your fingers. You will feel better. I promise.

She puts her hand forward. "Come on, let's do a yay team!" Blake immediately puts her hand on top of Nia's. "I'm not doing that," I say. "Wolfie, do not deny us this simple pleasure. C'mon." I roll my eyes and put my hand on top of theirs. "Yay team!" Squeals Blake. And she's supposed to be the sensible one.

No matter his faults, no matter how he fucked her over, she had to have him. When a man was seen as a hero, no matter what he did, he was forgiven. Love blinded us all. I had seen undying loving in his son’s eyes. I had seen confusion sparkle in M&M’s eyes. My head was no longer clouded. Chris was not a king. Not a warrior. He was the court jester. He was a Mensa, but he was a fool. Even a well-educated man could still remain a fool. Educated fools filled the world.

YOLO—you only live once.

No, Robyn was the one who needed to fly. And his challenge, his torture, would be always remembering to let her do it.

Whatever fantasy I had in my head of what Wolfboy looks like, it's now clear I haven't been fantasising hard enough, not nearly.

I should change my job title to Retail Psychologist and get some impressive letter after my name.

I'm glad we're sitting here now. Even if it does smell like a grandma convention.

You need to wear this." Amelia holds up a chunky silver necklace studded with gemstones. I can't help scrunching up my face. It's one fugly piece of bling.

Time can turn a scab into a beauty mark.

But the heart wanted what it wanted.

all senses of the word, that was the way Jay saw her—something less than a grown woman, his home-girl, his lover, his best friend; holding it down, and putting it down. His girl.

I always wanted to be … juicy,” Ivy said almost dreamily. “You know, like the kind of juicy where dudes make vulgar comments when you walk by on the street.

All I know is... I experience life in words. - Malcolm T. Mitchell

Maddie, what you’ll come to learn is that not everyone is capable of dating a Black woman. Not that—” Shu coughs. “Or an Asian woman,” Nia adds, and Shu nods. “Not that men who do are somehow superior, but there’s a level of learning and understanding that goes into it. You don’t just date her but her history too. Too much is going on and revealing itself for you to think love will conquer all. Does he educate himself, follow the news, raise his voice in uncomfortable conversations? Does he ever question the system that works very well for him but does the opposite for you? He doesn’t have to do it with a megaphone, but he does have to do it. You don’t want a boyfriend who isn’t racist, Maddie. You need a boyfriend who is actively anti-racist.

A bonus in raising a child you don't have a biological tie to is you will never saddle them with watching their every move and declaring their musical talent as "that's from your dad's side".

Run. Eat. Drink. Eat more. Don't throw up. Instead, take a piss. Then take a crap. Wipe your butt. Make a phone call. Open a door. Rid your bik. Ride in a car. Ride in a subway. Talk. Talk to people. Read. Read maps. Make maps. Make art. Talk about your art. Sell your art. Take a test. Get into a school. Celebrate. HAve a party. Write a thank-you note to someone. Hug your mom. Kiss your dad. Kiss your little sister. Make out with Noelle. Make out with her more. Touch her. HOld her hand. Take her out somewhere. Meet her friends. Run down a street with her. Take her on a picnic. Eat with her. See a movie with her. See a move with Aaron. Heck, see a movie with Nia, once you're cool with her. Get cool with more people.. Drink coffee in little coffee-drinking places. Tell people your story. Volunteer. Go back to Six North. Walk in as a volunteer and say hi to everyone who waited on you as a patient. Help people. Help people like Bobby. Get people books and music that they want when they're in there. Help people like Muqtada. Show them how to draw. Draw more. Try drawing a landscape. Try drawing a person. Try drawing a naked person. Try drawing Noelle naked. Travel. Fly. Swim. Meet. Love. Dance. Win. Smile. Laugh. Hold. Walk. Skip. Okay, it's gay, whatever, skip. Ski. Sled. Play basketball. Jog. Run. Run. Run. Run home. Run home and enjoy. Enjoy. Take these verbs and enjoy them. They're yours, Craig. You deserved them because you chose them. You could have left the all behind but you chose to stay here. So now live for real, Craig. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live.

Ewangelia według Łukasza stwierdza, że cudowne narodziny nastąpiły w roku, kiedy cesarz Oktawian August zarządził spis ludności w celu nałożę -nia podatków, a działo się to w czasie, gdy Judeą rządził Herod, Kwiryniusz zaś był namiestnikiem w Syrii. Jest to najbardziej sprecyzowana data, jaką podał którykolwiek z biblijnych autorów. Jednakowoż Herod zmarł cztery lata „przed Chrystusem”, natomiast za jego rządów namiestnikiem w Syrii nie był Kwiryniusz.

It's like when I first saw you at the Diabetic. I went up to you, but really you made the first move." "Shut up!" She remains unconvinced. "How?" I don't answer. I sit still. Then I look at her slyly out of the corner of my eye, before looking away. I look at her again, for longer this time, then drop my eyes. For my final look I stare, and bat my eyelashes provocatively. I must do a good job because Nia laughs. It feels goo to know I can do that. "You look like such a dufus in those glasses! It's not sexy at all!" She puts her hand to her reddening face. "Oh. Did I really do that?" "It worked, didn't it?

I hold my daughter in my arms and thank God for bringing her to me. If the standard route of creating a family had worked for me, I wouldn’t have met this child. I needed to know her. I needed to be her mother. I know now why all those events happened. Or didn’t happen. So I could meet this little girl. She is, in every way, my daughter. I am carrying my Funny Gift from God and all is good.