Omri Quotes

I want my mama. I want her to soothe away my sadness and kiss me while calling me ya omri and te’eburenee. My life and bury me.

With hands that shook, Omri probed into the depths of the chest till he found the box-within-a-box-within-a-box.

Omri and Patrick had spent many hours together playing with their joint collections of plastic toys.

Little Bear looked at him steadily and nodded. Omri opened the flap and Indian and horse stepped out into the morning sunlight.

Omri refused to get involved in an argument. He was somehow scared that if he talked about the Indian, something bad would happen. In fact, as the day went on and he longed more and more to get home, he began to feel certain that the whole incredible happening—well, not that it hadn’t happened, but that something would go wrong. All his thoughts, all his dreams were centered on the miraculous, endless possibilities opened up by a real, live, miniature Indian of his very own. It would be too terrible if the whole thing turned out to be some sort of mistake.

En primer lugar, parece haber inconsistencia interna en la información dada. Por ejemplo, 1 R 16.23 afirma que Omri, rey de Israel, comenzó a reinar en el año 31 de Asa, rey de Judá, y que él reinó doce años. Pero de acuerdo a 1 R 16.29, Omri fue seguido por su hijo Acab en el año 38 de Asa, dándole a Omri un reinado de solo siete años, no doce. En segundo lugar, a partir de fuentes extrabíblicas (griegas, asirias y babilónicas), correlacionadas con información astronómica, una serie confiable de fechas puede ser calculada desde el 892 hasta el 566 A.C. Debido a que se cree que Acab y Jehú, reyes de Israel, son mencionados en registros Asirios, 853 A.C. puede ser fijado como el año de la muerte de Acab y 841 A.C. como el año en el que Jehú comenzó a reinar.

Omri entered the house by the side door, which opened into the kitchen. His black and white cat, Kitsa, was sitting on the drainboard. She watched him out of her knowing green eyes as he came to get a drink of water. “You’re not supposed to be up there, Kits,” he said, “you know that.” She continued to stare at him. He flicked some water on her but she ignored it. He laughed and stroked her head. He was crazy about her. He loved her independence and disobedience. He helped himself to a hunk of bread, butter and Primula cheese, and walked through into the breakfast room. It was their every-meal room, actually. Omri sat down and opened the paper to the cartoon. Kitsa came in, and jumped, not onto his knee but onto the table, where she lay down on the newspaper right over the bit he was looking at. She was always doing this—she couldn’t bear to see people reading.

Many of the achievements assigned by the Bible to Solomon may describe Omri, who built the port-fortress at Tel Kheleifah on the Red Sea between Elath and Aqaba, to trade spices and ivory, via the kingdom of Sheba (Yemen/Eritrea), with Africa, Arabia and India.

NSO was founded in 2010 by Israelis Shalev Hulio and Omri Lavie, school friends who had entered the tech start-up world in the 2000s and soon realized the potential of developing a tool that could access a mobile phone undetected. They were joined by former Mossad employee and military intelligence agent Niv Karmi. Hulio served in the Israeli military reserves and conducted IDF operations in the West Bank in the early 2000s. Conspiring with the dark side was thus assured from the beginning of NSO’s life.17 The first deal the company struck was with the assistance of convicted US felon Elliott Broidy, a long time director of the Republican Jewish Coalition. A big supporter of Donald Trump in his campaign for the presidency in 2016, Broidy was pardoned by President Trump in 2021 after Broidy pleaded guilty to violating foreign lobbying laws.

statutes of Omri are kept, and all the works of the house of Ahab, and ye walk in their counsels; that I should make thee a desolation, and the inhabitants thereof an hissing:

كنت سعيداً جدا باستضافتي اليوم لمدة ساعتين من قبل الزميلين بلقاسم عمريbelgassem omri وحمزه الخذيري Hamza khdhiri من اذاعة الكرامه بسيدي بوزيد لمده ساعتين.كما سعدت بتفاعلات المستمعين وأثلجت قلبي الكامات التي تفضلوا بها تحوي منوهين بمسيره اعلاميه وثقافيه طويلة وكذلك تلهفهم لقراءة كتابي الجديد ربيع بلا زهور ورواية ولد الموجيره..تجدون التسجيل الكامل للحصة في صفحتي وكذلك في موقع اذاعة الكرامة

I want to know softness too.

You are a beautiful girl, a human being capable of feeling, loving, and creating. One day, you will be a beautiful woman. Then, you'll pass into another life. You may not understand in full the magnificent splendor of that cycle, but if you ever do even for a moment, and if you can love yourself as you are, then you'll have learned everything there is to learn in this world, in your world, and all worlds.

That's how it is. The really wonderful things, they don't last.

I know. But I long for it to stay still. There is too much motion in this world. Everything changes constantly.

This world is too hard for me. Sometimes, I feel myself melting into the soft world without even noticing it. I don't belong here.

Looking around at the children I feel as though I understand them more than they understand themselves. I see the characters under their skins and the motives behind their actions. It's so easy now to look at others and know them, to see the truth behind each tiny moment. Then why is it so difficult to know myself in the same way?

It's about stepping out and seeing yourself from outside. You can't ever understand yourself and what's around you unless you can see it all from far away. That's called perspective. Without it, you might as well be blind.

Things like bodies do more than just hold souls. They speak, they play, they dance and draw. We create and live. And none of that may matter when we're gone, but it sure does now while we're here.

And I marvel at how such thorough happiness and deep sadness can live side by side in the same person, only hours apart.

Life is incredibly, undeniably serious. And it's incredibly, undeniably silly, too. It all depends on which way you'd like to have it.

Your body is a vessel that takes you on a journey. It is an instrument to be used for a purpose. It is an apparatus that makes your essence real.

Indian and everything else, away. So Omri had had to keep it secret, and

caught in an elevator. In pride of place were two large photographs of Iroquois chieftains that he’d found in magazines. Neither of these Indians looked remotely like Little Bear, but they appealed to Omri

he’d used that word. Even if you didn’t make a story up, if you had the experience, and you wrote about it, it was original. So he hadn’t cheated. But the story wasn’t only his. It also belonged to the little men—to Little Bear, and Boone, and even to Tommy, the World War I soldier. (It belonged to Patrick, too, but if Patrick had decided to deny it ever happened, then he’d given up his rights in it.) And suddenly Omri realized, as he looked at the key, that his triumph wouldn’t really be complete until he’d shared it. Not just with his parents and brothers, or with the kids at school. No prize, no party could be as good as what he was thinking about now. This was his reason—his excuse to do what he’d been yearning to do ever since that moment when the cupboard door closed and transformed his friends back into plastic. Only with Little Bear and Boone could he share the secret behind his story, the most exciting part of all—that it was