Okay Na Quotes

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.

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.

Hindi naman porke’t may hiwa at dyoga ay okay na. Titigas na. Hindi naman DPWH ang kargada ko na “Basta may lubak, tambak. Basta may butas, pasak.

May choice naman yata ako na hindi umasa sa pagbabalik ni Jen. Na kalimutan na siya nang tuluyan at maghanap na ng iba o mahanap ako ng iba. O pwedeng ako lang at wala na siya sa sistema ko. Dati naman akong okay nung wala pa siya. Dapat okay pa rin ako kahit wala na siya. Pero choice ko yata na pahirapan ang sarili ko. At sa ginagawa kong pagpapahirap sa sarili ko, parang nasisiyahan ako. Masaya yata ako na nahihirapan akong mahalin siya mula sa kawalan. Teka, kung masaya ako kahit nahihirapan ako... hindi kaya mas mahal ko ang sarili ko kesa sa kanya? Kung pinipilit ko siyang magstay para maging masaya ako pero hindi naman siya masaya, hindi rin ako magiging masaya. Kung masaya siya na malaya siya at masaya ako na masaya siya, teka uli... ultimately, ako ang sumasaya sa lahat ng ito? Dapat akong maging masaya! Bakit hindi ako masaya? Masaya ba ako o may sayad na?

So, okay ka na? Aba, dapat lang ‘no? Pagkatapos mong basain ang polo shirt ko at pagkatapos kitang yakapin, dapat lang na maging okay ka na.

Na'laa?' ...'Yes?' 'You're staring at me.' ... 'It's okay.' ... 'I'm staring at you.

- Corre. A toda a velocidade .... O tempo passa por ti como uma bala, e o medo dá-te as desculpas que desejas para não fazeres as coisas que sabes que deverias fazer. Não duvides de ti mesma, não penses duas vezes, não deixes que o medo te bloqueie, não sejas preguiçosa e não baseies decisões nas expetativas e na vontade dos outros. Limita-te a seguir em frente, okay?

Okay!” I immediately plopped down next to her. I think I broke a record for the fastest sit. If I were a dog and had a tail, it would’ve been whipping through the air like a propeller right now.

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.

To be honest, I still think about you. I always wonder how you're doing or if you're okay. Sometimes, I wonder if you ever think about me, but I doubt it. I never really stopped loving you, I only gave up because you did. Also, just because we don't talk anymore, doesn't mean I don't care anymore.

At any rate, so monsters produced eggs, huh? I wondered if Armored Warriors had offspring as well. I pictured a mini version of them as big as a felt doll, carrying a toy sword and waddling around. I imagined their armored mommy and armored daddy watching over them happily. Then, suddenly, footsteps—an intruder. The armored mommy and daddy instruct their son to hide as they step out onto the battlefield. Paul appears before them, his face like that of a demon. He brutally murders the parents with a shortsword that is especially efficient at ripping through their armor—not unlike pesticide against insects. The child witnesses this and learns that humans are the enemy. He grows up and morphs into a beast that attacks humans on sight. Yeah, okay, that was a ridiculous thought.

NOTE: The character of Aoleon is deaf. This conversation takes place in the book via sign language... “Feeling a certain kind of way Aoleon?” She snapped-to and quickly became defensive. “What in the name of the Goddess are you on about?” Shades of anger and annoyance. The old Aoleon coming out. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t poke at you like that. It’s okay you know. There’s nothing wrong about the way you feel.” As if suddenly caught up in a lie, Aoleon cleared her throat and ran her fingers absentmindedly over her ear and started to fidget with one of the brass accents in her snowy hair. A very common nervous reaction. “No…I mean…well I was…uh...” “Aoleon, I know about you and Arjana.” he admitted outrightly as he pointed at the drawing. She coughed, stuttered, smiled, but could bring herself to fully say nothing. Words escaped her as she looked about the room for answers. “My sight is Dįvįnë, lest we forget. I knew you were growing close.” “Yes. Well…she’s…something else.” “Indeed?” he responded. Images flashed briefly in Aoleon’s head of her father’s old friend. Verging on her fiftieth decade of life. She was a fierce woman by all accounts. One who’d just as soon cut you with words as she would a blade. Yet, she was darling and caring towards those she held close to her. Lovely to a fault; in a wild sort of way. Dark skin, the colour of walnut stained wood. Thick, kinky hair fashioned into black locs that faded into reddish-brown tips that were dyed with Assamian henna; the sides of her head shaved bare in an undercut fashion. Tattoos and gauged ears. Very comfortable with her sexuality. Dwalli by blood, but a native of the Link by birth although she wasn’t a Magi. Magick was her mother’s gift. “I heard her say something very much the same about you once Aoleon.” “Really?” Aoleon perked up right away. “Did she?” “Yes. After she first met you in fact. Nearly exactly.” Aoleon’s smile widened and she beamed happiness. She sat up assertively and gave a curt nod. “Well, of course she did.” “She’s held such a torch for you for so long that I was starting to wonder if anything would actually come of it.” “Yeah. Both you and Prince Asshole.” Aoleon exclaimed with a certainty that was absolute as she once again tightened up with defensiveness. Samahdemn walked his statement back. “Peace daughter. I didn't know your brother had been giving you a row about her. Then again, he is your brother. So anything is possible.” Aoleon sighed and nodded. “Not so much problems as he’s been giving me the silent treatment over it. Na’Kwanza. It’s always Na’ Kwanza.” Samahdemn nodded knowingly and waived a dismissive hand. “He’s just jealous. He always has been.” “So I’ve noticed.” “Why would you hide it? Why not tell me?” “I don’t know.” she said; shrugging her shoulders. “I didn’t know how you’d take it I suppose.” “Seriously? You were afraid of rejection? From me? Love, have I ever held your individuality against you? Have I ever not supported you or your siblings?” She shook her head; a bit embarrassed that she hadn't trusted him. "No, I suppose not." -Reflections on the Dįvonësë War: The Dįvįnë Will Bear Witness to Fate

Okay", sagte sie. "Ich bin schuld. Na klar. Ich bin egoistisch, egozentrisch und wollte Karriere machen, und du bist das Unschuldslamm. Deine Karriere war ein Abfallprodukt meiner Arbeitswut. Ich falle in den Staub vor Scham und bitte um Verzeihung, weil unser Sohn nur meinetwegen in einem Internat zugrunde geht. Wie gut, dass er wenigstens einen so liebevollen Vater hat, der ihn drei Tage im Jahr sieht und ihm zweimal über den Kopf streicht. Da bin ich regelrecht dankbar. Du bist einfach toll! Ein großartiger Mann, ein Frauenversteher schlechthin und ein fantastischer Vater. Und da ich deiner gar nicht würdig bin, wünsche ich dir noch einen guten Appetit. Du kannst dieses gegrillte, stinkende, tote Tier, das mich ankotzt, auch allein fressen." Sie nahm ihren Teller, schmiss ihn mit voller Wucht in den Jasminbusch und ging ins Haus. Eckart sagte keinen Ton. Sie wusste nicht, wie sie den Abend überleben sollte, ging aber davon aus, dass er morgen wieder vollkommen liebenswürdig sein würde, als wäre nichts gewesen.

,,No dobrá, '' řekla jsem a můj hlas zněl chladně a tvrdě. ,,Tak já teď radši půjdu a budu kolem sebe házet přemoudřelými nicotnostmi někde jinde. '' Položila jsem dopis na hranu a snažila se nedbat na to, jak hodně jsem papír vzteky pomačkala. Ale ještě jsem neskončila. ,,A vy si můžete znovu sednout na váš v chudobě narozený zadek a blýskat se moudrostí, "Okay," I said, my voice sounding cold and hard. "Well, I'd rather go now and throw out-of-the-box nonsense somewhere else. '' I put the letter on the edge and tried not to notice how much I crumpled the paper in anger. But I'm not done yet. "And you can sit back on your poverty-born ass and flash your wisdom,,

Cristãos não conseguem nem aceitar que afogar seus filhos por não fazerem o que os pais querem é louco. Eu acredito que qualquer humano, exceto psicopatas, ficaram tristes com a notícia: “Onça Gaia: animal monitorado por ONG há 10 anos morre em queimada no Pantanal”. Mas revertemos essa notícia para “Onça Gaia: animal monitorado por ONG há 10 anos morre por desejo de Deus”, fica tudo okay. Deus matou vários animais inocentes no grande dilúvio, e nos fogos que a Bíblia tanto fala. No grande dia, arrebatamento, o mundo acabará, eles deixaram amigos e até parentes para trás. Eu acho que na verdade nunca pararam para pensar nisso. E se eles não conseguirem converter todos a tempo?

»Du musst Elderly für uns ausspionieren. Und Melo ist ein guter Zuhörer, wenn er … na ja, wenn er sich mit Frauen trifft.« Melo wackelt vielsagend mit den Augenbrauen und setzt ein selbstgefälliges Grinsen auf. »Nur eine meiner unzähligen Fähigkeiten, Love.« Mit der freien Hand schlägt Kate ihm auf den Hinterkopf, grinst aber dabei. »Hör auf, Pure anzumachen, sonst reißt dir Sky noch die Eier ab. Wir sind derzeit sowieso schon alle viel zu angespannt.« »Ach komm, er weiß, dass es nur Spaß ist, das mache ich bei jeder, immer. So bin ich nun mal und das weiß er. Nicht wahr, Sky?«, sagt er entrüstet und dreht sich zu Sky um, der hinter ihm steht und Melo so böse anstarrt, dass sogar Pure schlucken muss. Melo zieht den blonden, hübschen Kopf ein. »Okay, vielleicht auch nicht.« (Pure)

You s**ked s**t.” “Okay, well, what should I do differently next time?” “Not s**k s**t.

If we go there, are we going to have a house again?" "No." ".... It's okay..." "Because I'm with you

Where does it hurt, Honey?” she asked. “I’m okay, Mommy,” Noah replied, as tears continued to fall down his cheeks. I let you down, Mommy. I’m sorry.

Want to know a cool word my mom taught me today? It’s the answer to life’s problems.” “Sure.” “Happenstance,” Charlie said matter of fact. “Happen what?” “Happenstance,” Charlie said again, this time slower and enunciating. “My mom said that happenstance is like a coincidence. It’s another way of saying that sometimes things happen to you that you can’t control.” “Okay?” “My mom says circumstances are environmental. The circumstance or condition affects an event. Or it’s the effect of an event. That’s a happenstance. People confuse the two all the time but they’re not the same thing. Regardless, she said that the outcome is still up to us to decide.

Well,” Mrs. Fields continued, “the person who came the closest was Noah.” She walked over to Noah’s desk. “Noah, do you mind sharing with the class how you determined when it was the best time to put up your head?” “But I got it wrong, Mrs. Fields,” he said, tears still welling in his eyes. “You did, Noah. But you were the closest. Do you mind sharing what you did with the class?” she asked again. “Yes,” Noah responded as a teardrop fell from his eyes. “I’m not going to give them the wrong answer. I got it wrong. I must have counted Mississippi’s too fast,” he said, choking up. “Noah, you’re in a classroom. We’re all here to learn. It’s okay to make mistakes,” she said trying to comfort him.

I’m not strong enough for you. I realize that now. I realize that I can’t be the person who is okay with being the one who’s taking the punches all the time. There will be times in life when I will need protection, times when I will want someone who can and will do that for me. I, at least, need someone who can stand up for themselves. This is so I’m not the one who always has to play the role of protector. I realized in California that you are not that person. You are not ready and I can’t push you. As much as it pains me, and as much as I wish it was you, I can’t turn you into someone you are not. Otherwise, you’ll spend the rest of our lives resenting me and hating yourself for who you’ve become.

It’s okay. It’s a shopping bag,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “It’s what’s on the inside that counts.

Always watch over me, okay?” Noah asked, starting to cry again. “Promise me that you’ll always be near. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” “My dear boy,” he said, reaching a hand to wipe the tears from Noah’s face. “As long as you need me, I’ll always be near. I promise.

GANUN TALAGA" DI KITA NIYAKAP, AKALA KO’Y MAGIGING OKAY KA DI KITA KINAUSAP, AKALA KO’Y LALABAN KA LUHA KO’Y UMAGOS, SAPAGKAT SABI NILA’Y WALA KANA NANDILIM MGA MATA KO HABANG HABOL-HABOL ANG PAGHINGA. SINISI KO ANG LANGIT, BAKIT NGAUN PA, BAKIT SYA PA, BAKIT? BAKIT SA AMIN, SA AKI’Y NINAKAW KA’T PINAGKAIT? DUMALOY ANG MGA LUHA SABAY SA AKING PAGPIKIT DIBDIB KO’Y GUSTONG SUMABOG, KUMAWALA SA GALIT. NAISIP KONG IKAW AY SUNDAN NGUNIT PINIGIL AKO NG KARAMIHAN ORAS MONA DAW KAYA HAYAAN OO NA, PERO BAKIT KA’Y BILIS NAMAN? PAGKAWALA MO AMA MALALIM ANG DULOT IKINULONG AT IPINIIT AKO NITO NG LUNGKOT UMUSBONG AT NADAMA KO PATI ANG TAKOT SAKIT NA NARARANASAN, MERON PABANG GAMOT? SUSUKO NA SANA, NGUNIT BUMALIK SA BALINTATAW KO ANG IYONG TAWA AT MGA NGITI TINUYO NG PAGMAMAHAL ANG LUHA SA AKING MGA MATANG MULI HABILIN MO’Y NAGING DAAN UPANG BUMANGON SA PIGHATI MULI, LUMIWANAG AT NAGKAKULAY ITONG AKING LABI.

Good. So go and make your dal, sabzi, roti fresh and use a small utensil. That way you will save your fuel and LPG cost. Okay? Also, understand the reason why you’ve got dimples (cellulite) in the wrong places. You didn’t just get fat over the last few years because of excessive calories or limited exercise. It’s about fuel efficiency. You’ve consumed too many calories and received very little nutrients in return, forcing such a deprived state in your body that the body fat is also turning toxic, and instead of evenly spreading out under your skin, it has developed stretch marks, cellulite and khaddas. It’s like using a ten-person ka capacity wala kadai and making only one person’s sabzi in it. Waste hua na? So much time and fuel to heat the kadai aur mila kya? Sabzi (and that too overcooked) only for one person. Getting it?’ ‘Kind of.’ ‘So that’s why I’m telling you to eat a wholesome meal — roti, sabzi, dal — by 6-6.30 p.m., when all you eat is junk. Every calorie you eat will be worth the nutrients.’ ‘This variety is all junk or what? Even if I make it at home?’ ‘You really need me to answer that? Yes, Hinaben, make it more than once, max twice a week, and it’s junk. Too little nutrients too many calories. One person’s sabzi in a ten-people ka kadai.’ ‘Okay, can I eat moong dhokli? I’ll eat it with sabzi separate. It’s like dal dhokli. So the roti I will mix in moong ka dal. My mother-in-law loves it and so does my son. So

This relationship, Paulo. It's running on empty. Kelangan nating magpa-gas That's what I'm saying... I mean... empty na yung gauge e. Ah. okay... sige...