Roza Quotes

Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent . . . it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.

You've always been my equal, Roza.

The spell. Victor said you had to want me... to care about me... for it to work." When he didn't say anything, I tried to grip his shirt, but my fingers were too weak. "Did you? Did you want me?" His words came out thickly. "Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish... we could be together." "Then why did you lie to me?" We reached the clinic, and he managed to open the door while still holding me. As soon as he stepped inside, he began yelling for help. "Why did you lie?" I murmured again. Still holding me in his arms, he looked down at me. I could hear voices and footsteps getting closer. "Because we can't be together." "Because of the age thing, right?" I asked. "Because you're my mentor?" His fingertip gently wiped away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. "That's part of it," he said. "But also... well, you and I will both be Lissa's gaurdians someday. I need to protect her at all cost. If a pack of Strogoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her." I know that. Of course that's what you have to do." The black sparkles were dancing in front of my eyes again. I was fading out. "No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.

Did you mean it... that if Victor did tell...that you'd..." I couldn't finish. I couldn't bring myself to say the words have him killed. "I don't have much influence in the upper levels of Moroi royalty, but I have plenty among the guardians who handle the dirty work in our world." "You didn't answer the question. If you'd really do it." "I'd do a lot of things to protect you, Roza.

Rose. Roza. Open your eyes." I've never heard heard his voice so strained, so frantic. "Don't go to sleep on me. Not yet.

I love you, Roza." He kissed me again. "I'll always be here for you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." The words were wonderful and dangerous. He shouldn't have said anything like that to me. He shouldn't have been promising he'd protect me, not when he was supposed to dedicate his life to protecting Moroi like Lissa. I couldn't be first in his heart, just like he couldn't be first in mine. That was why I shouldn't have said what I said next-but I did anyway. "And I won't let anything happen to you," I promised. "I love you." He kissed me again, swallowing off any other words I might have added.

Roza, my self-control is ten times stronger than yours." I opened my eyes, shifting to look into his. I brushed his hair back and smiled, certain my heart would expand and expand until there was nothing left of me. "Oh yeah? That's not the impression I just got." "Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.

Dont worry, Roza, I'm not afraid. I'll take whatever heat they give me over being with you. It's worth it.

No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza.

Rose: "If you'd teach me to swear in Russian, I might have a new appreciation for it."Dimitri: "You swear too much already."Rose: "I just want to express myself."Dimitri: "Oh, Roza… You express yourself more than anyone else I know."- Rose Hathaway & Dimitri Belikov (Frostbite)

I'll see you later Roza." "At our next practice?" I asked. "We are starting those up again, right? I mean you still have things to teach me." Standing in the doorway, he looked over at me and smiled. "Yes. Lots of things.

Abe held my gaze a bit longer and then broke into an easy smile. ʺOf course, of course. This is a family gathering. A celebration. And look: hereʹs our newest member.ʺ Dimitri had joined us and wore black and white like my mother and me. He stood beside me, conspicuously not touching. ʺMr. Mazur,ʺ he said formally, nodding a greeting to both of them. ʺGuardian Hathaway.ʺ Dimitri was seven years older than me, but right then, facing my parents, he looked like he was sixteen and about to pick me up for a date. ʺAh, Belikov,ʺ said Abe, shaking Dimitriʹs hand. ʺIʹd been hoping weʹd run into each other. Iʹd really like to get to know you better. Maybe we can set aside some time to talk, learn more about life, love, et cetera. Do you like to hunt? You seem like a hunting man. Thatʹs what we should do sometime. I know a great spot in the woods. Far, far away. We could make a day of it. Iʹve certainly got a lot of questions Iʹd like to ask you. A lot of things Iʹd like to tell you too.ʺ I shot a panicked look at my mother, silently begging her to stop this. Abe had spent a good deal of time talking to Adrian when we dated, explaining in vivid and gruesome detail exactly how Abe expected his daughter to be treated. I did not want Abe taking Dimitri off alone into the wilderness, especially if firearms were involved. ʺActually,ʺ said my mom casually. ʺIʹd like to come along. I also have a number of questions—especially about when you two were back at St. Vladimirʹs.ʺ ʺDonʹt you guys have somewhere to be?ʺ I asked hastily. ʺWeʹre about to start.ʺ That, at least, was true. Nearly everyone was in formation, and the crowd was quieting. ʺOf course,ʺ said Abe. To my astonishment, he brushed a kiss over my forehead before stepping away. ʺIʹm glad youʹre back.ʺ Then, with a wink, he said to Dimitri: ʺLooking forward to our chat.ʺ ʺRun,ʺ I said when they were gone. ʺIf you slip out now, maybe they wonʹt notice. Go back to Siberia." "Actually," said Dimitri, "I'm pretty sure Abe would notice. Don't worry, Roza. I'm not afraid. I'll take whatever heat they give me over being with you. It's worth it.

Rose Hathaway: "Was he right?” Dimitri Belikov: "Who?” Rose Hathaway: "Victor…he said it couldn't have worked. The necklace.” Dimitri Belikov: "What do you mean?” Rose Hathaway: "The spell. Victor said you had to want me…to care about me…for it to work. Did you? Did you want me?” Dimitri Belikov: "Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish…we could be together.” (Vampire Academy)

You're beautiful, Roza. So beautiful it hurts me.

I haven’t even really tried to win you over, Roza. When I want to, I can be very persuasive.

Okay,' I said quietly. 'I'll do whatever you say. Just remember not to talk down to me. I'm not your student anymore. I'm your equal now.' He glanced away from the side of the road just long enough to give me a surprised look. 'You've always been my equal, Roza.

Yet, it had been Dimitri’s gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world.

Roza..." The voice caressed my skin, cold and deadly. Still scrutinizing his surroundings, Dimitri took one step forward. Then another. And then another. I think it occurred to him to look up the instant I jumped. My body slammed into his, knocking him to the ground back first. He immediately tried to throw me off, just as I tried to drive the stake through his heart. Signs of fatigue and fighting were all over him. Defeating the other Strigoi had taken its toll, though I doubted I was in much better shape. We grappled, and once, I managed to rake the stake over his cheek. He snarled in pain but kept his chest well protected. Over it, I could see where I'd ripped his shirt the first time I'd staked him. The wound had already healed. "You. Are. Amazing," he said, his words full of both pride and battle fury.

Je t'aime Roza...je serais là pour toi. Je ne laisserais jamais rien t'arriver. Et je ne laisserais jamais rien t'arriver non plus. Je t'aime.

I wished the kiss could have gone on forever. Breaking the embrace, he ran a few fingers through my hair and down my cheek. He stepped back toward the door. "I'll see you later, Roza" "At our next practice?" I asked. "We are starting those up again, right? I mean, you still have things to teach me." "Yes. Lots of things.

We had just paid the check when Dimitri's cell phone rang. "Hello?" he answered. And like that, his face transformed. That fierceness I so associated with him softened, and he practically glowed. "No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza." Whatever the response on the other end was, it made him smile.

Roza. You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.”- Dimitri Belikov (Blood Promise)

You see something you like?" I asked, echoing something I'd said to him ling ago, when he'd caught me in a compromising position at school. "Lots," he said. -Rose (Roza) to Dimitri

You act young," he said, "because you are young. But you know things, Roza. Things people older than you don't even know. That day...." I knew instantly which day he referred to. The one up against the wall. "You were right, about how I fight to stay in control. No one else has ever figured that out- and it scared me. You scare me." "Why? Don't you want anyone to know?" He shrugged. "Whether they know that fact or not doesn't matter. What matters is that someone- that you- know me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it's hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It's much easier being with someone who's just more of a casual friend." "Like Tasha." "Tasha Ozera is an amazing woman. She's beautiful and she's brave. But she doesn't-" "She doesn't get you," I finished. He nodded. "I knew that. But I still wanted the relationship. I knew it would be easy and that she could take me away from you. I thought she could make me forget you." I'd thought the same thing about Mason. "But she couldn't." "Yes. And, so.....that's a problem.

I couldn't. I just needed a few more seconds, a few more seconds to drink him in before I killed him. And that's when he spoke. "Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent.. it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate." I just barely saw his fist striking out toward my head.. and then I saw nothing at all.

Roza." his voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent...it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate." I just barely saw his fist striking out toward my head...and then I saw nothing at all.

Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish... we could be together. -Dimitri to Rose on their relationship

I knew him instantly, even though he'd...changed. I think in a crowd of a million people, I would have recognized him. The connection between us would allow nothing else. And after being deprived of him for so long, I drank in every feature. The dark, chin-length hair, worn loose tonight and curling slightly around his face. The familiar set of lips, quirked now in an amused yet chilling smile. He even wore the duster he always wore, the long leather coat that could have come straight out of a cowboy movie. [...] The eyes. Oh God, the eyes. Even with that sickening red ring around his pupils, his eyes still reminded me of the Dimitri I'd known. The look in his eyes—the soulless, malicious gleam—that was nothing like him. But there was just enough resemblance to stir my heart, to overwhelm my senses and feelings. My stake was ready. All I had to do was keep swinging to make the kill. I had momentum on my side... But I couldn't. I just needed a few more seconds, a few more seconds to drink him in before I killed him. And that's when he spoke. "Roza." His voice had the same wonderful lowness, the same accent...it was just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate.

I eyed Dimitri, recalling a shadow in my periphery back in the ballroom. "You followed when I jumped in front of Lissa, didn't you? Who were you going for? Me or her?" He studied me for several long seconds. He could have lied. He could have given the easy answer by saying he'd intended to push both of us out of the way-if that was even possible, which I didn't recall. But Dimitri didn't lie. "I don't know, Roza. I don't know.

Roza." His voice had the same wonderful lowness, the same accent...it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson:Don't hesitate." I just barely saw his fist striking out toward my head...and then I saw nothing at all.

Roza, you forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate. - Dimitri to Rose

You did good Roza. Very good. Now sleep.

Roza." his voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent...it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate." I just barely saw his fist striking out toward my head...and then I saw nothing at all.

I want you because... My heart needs you. I just want you, Roza. We belong together

Roza, my self-control is ten times stronger than yours." I opened my eyes, shifting to look into his. I brushed his hair back and smiled, certain my heart would expand until there was nothing left of me. "Oh yeah? That's not the impression I just got." "Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.

I'd said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass. -Rose, Blood Promise Dimitri:I'd do a lot of things to protect you Roza" Dimitri: "What i say in an entire paragraph you can say in three words" "I set off, off to kill the man I loved" - Rose Hathaway •We try to do what’s right, or rather, what others say is right. But sometimes, when that goes against who we are…you have to choose…. I realized how much you meant to me. It changed everything… And it became useless to try to act like I could ever put any Moroi life above yours. It’s not going to happen, no matter how wrong others say it is. And so I decided that’s something I have to deal with. Once I made that decision … there was nothing to hold us back. – Dimitri •You’re strong-you’re so, so strong. It’s why I love you. – Dimitri

It's not over, Roza. Do you really think there's anywhere in the World where I can't find you?

At thirteen I learned from Roza's stolen book that girls don't have to be sweet little creatures, that they could in fact be angry and dark and sexual.

People say the word 'nice' and they mean 'boring.' A lot of times nice is boring. But that's not what I mean. Roza was nice and not boring at all.

He preferred her barefoot, he said. She had such lovely feet. Roza didn’t agree. What was lovely about feet that could not take you anywhere? What was lovely about feet that could not run?

We aren't fighting right now." I blurted out. He gave me a sidelong look. "Do you want to fight?" "No. I hate fighting with you. Verbally, I mean. I don't mind in the gym." I thought I detected the hint of a smile. Always a half-smile for me. Rarely a full one. "I don't like fighting with you either." Sitting next to him there, I marveled at the warm and happy emotions springing up inside me. There was something about being around him that felt so good, that moved me in a way Mason couldn't. You can't force love, I realized, It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love. The next words that came out of my mouth astonished me, both because they were completely unselfish and because I actually meant them. "You should take it." He flinched. "What?" "Tasha's offer. You should take her up on it. It's a really great chance." I remembered my mom's words about being ready for children. I wasn't. Maybe she hadn't been. But Tasha was. And I knew Dimitri was too. They got along really well. He could go be her guardian, have some kids with her...it would be a good deal for both of them. "I never expected to hear you say anything like that," he told me, voice tight. "Especially after-" "What a bitch I've been? Yeah." I tugged his coat tighter against the cold. It smelled like him. It was intoxicating, and I could half-imagine being wrapped in his embrace. Adrian might have been onto something about the power of scent. "Well. Like I said, I don't want to fight anymore. I don't want us to hate each other. And...well..." I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them. "No matter how I feel about us...I want you to be happy." Silence yet again. I noticed then that my chest hurt. Dimitri reached out and put his arm around me. He pulled me to him, and I rested my head on his chest. "Roza," was all he said. It was the first time he'd really touched me since the night of the lust charm. The practice room had been something different...more animal. This wasn't even about sex. It was just about being close to someone you cared about, about the emotion that kind of connection flooded you with. Dimitri might run off with Tasha, but I would still love him. I would probably always love him. I cared about Mason. But I would probably never love him. I sighed into Dimitri, just wishing I could stay like that forever. It felt right being with him. And-no matter how much the thought of him and Tasha made me ache-doing what was best for him felt right. Now, I knew, it was time to stop being a coward and do something else that was right. Mason had said I needed to learn something about myself. I just had. Reluctantly, I pulled away and handed Dimitri his coat. I stood up. He regarded me curiously, sensing my unease. "Where you going?" he asked. "To break someone's heart," I replied. I admired Dimitri for a heartbeat more-the dark, knowing eyes and silken hair. The I headed inside. I had to apologize to Mason...and tell him there'd never be anything between us.

Roza didn’t want to go, and she made the woman promise to let her ride the horse again. It was apparently called “Russia” because it was very big, a complete liability, and always going where it wasn’t wanted.

El dolor es una herida que sangra en cuanto la roza cualquier mano que no sea la del amor, y que sangra, aunque ya sin sufrir cuando esta la toca.

Hidup ini ibarat batu giling. Perlu ada alu dan alas. Kedua-duanya perlu berganding bagi menggiling lada kering. Air pula peranannya bagi menjadikan gilingan lada ini lebih lembut dan halus. Lada pula mudah hancur. Tengok, Allah jadikan sesuatu itu ada gunanya (Travelog cinta abadi)

Did you pick that out?“ I asked Dimitri. Honestly, I would have expected him to bend a piece of steel it his bare hands and present her with that. “He did,” said Rose, her normal good humor returning. “He kept telling me that once I turned twenty, it was just a matter of time before he proposed. I told him if he did, he better make it a rock star ring – nothing subtle.” “That’s pretty rock star,” said Eddie. “How long ago did this happen?” “About a month,” said Dimitri. “I got her to war it but can’t get her to set a date.” She grinned. “All in good time, comrade. Maybe when I’m thirty. There’s no hurry. Besides, surely Christian’s going to propose to Liss one of these days. We don’t want to overshadow them.” Dimitri shook his head in exasperation, but he kept smiling. “You’ve always got an excuse, Roza. One of these days…” “One of these days,” she agreed.

I love you Roza spoken by Dimitri to rose in the book Spirt Bound

Roza...You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.

Mi mano tiembla cuando la acerco a mi boca. Lamo mi pulgar y lo froto contra mi muñeca, en contra de mi marca de nacimiento. Entonces froto nuevamente. Miro hacia arriba, justo a sus ojos, que son tan oscuros como la noche que no quiero que termine. La cara de Willem vacila por un momento, luego se vuelve solemne, como lo hizo después de que nos persiguieran. Entonces él se acerca y roza mi marca de nacimiento. No sale, es lo que me está diciendo.

Açma pencereni perdeleri çek Mona Roza seni görmemeliyim Bir bakışın ölmem için yetecek Anla Mona Roza, ben bir deliyim Açma pencereni perdeleri çek… Yağmurlardan sonra büyürmüş başak Meyvalar sabırla olgunlaşırmış Bir gün gözlerimin ta içine bak Anlarsın ölüler niçin yaşarmış Yağmurlardan sonra büyürmüş başak.

¿Sabes esa sensación que roza la rabia cuando sientes que no puedes querer más a alguien? Deberíamos ponerle nombre; debería haber uno ya para bautizar la sensación de querer sacarte el corazón y colocarlo chorreante y sanguinolento en sus manos, como muestra de amor. Quiero a este tío. Lo quiero hasta tener ganas de desmayarme.

El mundo exterior le roza la piel exterior, pero no la otra parte de sí misma, no por dentro.

I’ll only kneel before you, moya Malen'kaya Roza. You have the power of the bratva and the Priesthood behind you. Never hesitate to use it if you find yourself in trouble.

Rus, dancing alongside Roza like a monstrous, bedraggled pony.

El dolor es una herida que sangra en cuanto la roza cualquier mano que no sea la del amor, y que sangra, aunque ya sin sufrir cuando esta la toca

They were better, even angry Honorata. Roza could have been any of them, every one of them. The story hadn’t changed. Only the costumes. Only the players.

Ah por cierto ¿Podrías quizás no tocarme del modo que siempre lo has hecho porque cada vez que me rozas clavas astillas nuevas en mi corazón?

uno hace descubrimientos extraños una vez que toca o es tocado, una vez que uno roza un muslo por accidente

Gavriel sat stock-still. Inside him roiled such turmoil that he feared that should he move, he would smash every piece of furniture in the room, crack every pane of every window, until there was nothing but shining splinters where the parlor had been. Instead, he leaned back his head and laughed, a long, cruel laugh that did not seem to belong to the boy Roza had known. It blazed up from deep inside him, from some embers he’d always been careful never to stoke.

the belief in one God; namaz, or prayers five times a day; giving zakat, or alms;  roza, fasting from dawn till sunset during the month of Ramadan; and Haj, the pilgrimage to Mecca, which every able-bodied Muslim should do once in their lifetime.

Okay,' I said quietly. 'I'll do whatever you say. Just remember not to talk down to me. I'm not your student anymore. I'm your equal now.' He glanced away from the side of the road just long enough to give me a surprised look. 'You've always been my equal, Roza.

-Como é que tu achas que é o mundo das pessoas crescidas? -Não sei dizer. Sou um rapa- disse, com muita sinceridade. São muito traiçoeiras, sir? ---- Mr. Darcie (professor) e Maurice P.13, Maurice, E.M. Forster, Livros Cotovia, tradução de Jorge Ayres Roza de Oliveira P.13, Maurice

-Como é que tu achas que é o mundo das pessoas crescidas? -Não sei dizer. Sou um rapaz - disse, com muita sinceridade. - São muito traiçoeiras, sir? -------------~ Mr. Ducie (professor) e Maurice p.13, MAURICE - E.M. FORSTER, Livros Cotovia, 1989, esgotado, tradução: Jorge Ayres Roza de Oliveira

―Bueno ―dije en voz baja―. Haré lo que digas. Sólo recuerda no hablarme de forma condescendiente ahora. No soy una estudiante más. Soy tu igual ahora. Él miró hacia el lado de la carretera justo con el tiempo suficiente como para darme cuenta de su mirada de sorpresa. ―Tú siempre has sido mi igual, Roza. • capítulo 5

¡Abran! Lo soportaré todo: los cepos, las tenazas, el plomo derretido, las pinzas, el garrote, todo lo que quema, todo lo que desgarra; quiero sufrir normalmente. Antes cien mordeduras, antes el látigo..., todo antes que este sufrimiento interior, este..., este fantasma de sufrimiento que roza, que acaricia y que nunca hace demasiado daño.

The spell. Victor said you had to want me... to care about me... for it to work. Did you? Did you want me?" "Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish... we could be together." "Then why did you lie to me?" Why did you lie?" "Because we can't be together." "Because of the age thing, right? Because you're my mentor?" "That's part of it, But also... well, you and I will both be Lissa's gaurdians someday. I need to protect her at all cost. If a pack of Strogoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her." "I know that. Of course that's what you have to do." "No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.” ― Rose and Dimitri

Y entonces surgía la esperanza que tanto miedo me daba. Las posibilidades. Los sueños. Porque los deseos son como pompas de jabón, bonitas mientras flotan en el aire, ascendiendo suavemente, reflejando la luz y transformándola en pequeños arcoíris... hasta que algo las roza y entonces explotan. Yo estaba rodeado de aristas. Y mi mundo, de realidades.

— Você está atormentado por uma coisa que aconteceu quando você tinha doze anos? — Essas são as coisas que realmente nos atormentam. As outras são apenas problemas.

Just implementing technology alone does not produce a digital transformation. Changing an organization by taking advantage of the potential of technologies does.

Nisisen tampoco había ganado un premio jamás, pero, al contrario que yo, acabaría por hacerlo, y ser publicado, y ganar otros premios, más dinero, más amigos, más contactos… y escribir peor, mucho peor, lo cual es tan previsible que roza ya el cliché del genial artista etéreo que se vuelve calculadora de carne y hueso en cuanto se reflejan los primeros números sobre sus ojos, sus bolsillos, su mente, su corazón, su alma...

(...) sa vie devenait une répétition monotone (...) il ne s'agissait pas de faire un choix radical (...) mais de rompre le ronron fastidieux de ses journées; il ne s'agissait pas de tel ou tel parcours jusqu'au commissariat ou du commissariat à chez lui, mais de sa propre vie. Il parvint à la conclusion qu'il avait perdu simultanément son passé et son avenir et qu'il cherchait le sens du présent.

Estava atento, como era natural, dado que era o único na aula, e sabia que o assunto era sério e se relacionava com o seu próprio corpo. Mas não conseguia identificar-se com ele; caía aos bocados assim que Mr Ducie o juntava, como uma soma impossível. Tentou em vão. A sua mente entorpecida recusava-se a acordar. A puberdade estava ali, mas não a inteligência, e a virilidade aproximava-se sub-repticiamente, tal como deve ser, no meio de um transe. É inútil descrevê-lo, por mais científico e compassivo que se seja. O rapaz consente e é de novo arrastado para o sono, donde só é seduzido quando é chegada a sua hora. (...) Faltavam ainda o amor e a vida, e ele falou deles enquanto avançavam ao longo do mar sem cor. Falou do homem ideal - puro de ascetismo. Traçou a beleza da Mulher. (...) Amar uma mulher digna, protegê-la e servi-la - isto, disse ao rapaz, era o auge da vida. (...) Tudo tem um sentido...tudo; e Deus está no seu céu, tudo está bem na terra. Homem e mulher! Que maravilha! P.15-16, Maurice, editora Cotovia, tradutor Jorge Ayres Roza de Oliveira

MONA ROZA Mona Roza, siyah güller, ak güller Geyvenin gülleri ve beyaz yatak Kanadı kırık kuş merhamet ister Ah, senin yüzünden kana batacak Mona Roza siyah güller, ak güller Ulur aya karşı kirli çakallar Ürkek ürkek bakar tavşanlar dağa Mona Roza, bugün bende bir hal var Yağmur iğri iğri düşer toprağa Ulur aya karşı kirli çakallar Açma pencereni perdeleri çek Mona Roza seni görmemeliyim Bir bakışın ölmem için yetecek Anla Mona Roza, ben bir deliyim Açma pencereni perdeleri çek... Zeytin ağaçları söğüt gölgesi Bende çıkar güneş aydınlığa Bir nişan yüzüğü, bir kapı sesi Seni hatırlatıyor her zaman bana Zeytin ağaçları, söğüt gölgesi Zambaklar en ıssız yerlerde açar Ve vardır her vahşi çiçekte gurur Bir mumun ardında bekleyen rüzgar Işıksız ruhumu sallar da durur Zambaklar en ıssız yerlerde açar Ellerin ellerin ve parmakların Bir nar çiçeğini eziyor gibi Ellerinden belli oluyor bir kadın Denizin dibinde geziyor gibi Ellerin ellerin ve parmakların Zaman ne de çabuk geçiyor Mona Saat onikidir söndü lambalar Uyu da turnalar girsin rüyana Bakma tuhaf tuhaf göğe bu kadar Zaman ne de çabuk geçiyor Mona Akşamları gelir incir kuşları Konar bahçenin incirlerine Kiminin rengi ak, kimisi sarı Ahhh! beni vursalar bir kuş yerine Akşamları gelir incir kuşları Ki ben Mona Roza bulurum seni İncir kuşlarının bakışlarında Hayatla doldurur bu boş yelkeni O masum bakışlar su kenarında Ki ben Mona Roza bulurum seni Kırgın kırgın bakma yüzüme Roza Henüz dinlemedin benden türküler Benim aşkım sığmaz öyle her saza En güzel şarkıyı bir kurşun söyler Kırgın kırgın bakma yüzüme Roza Artık inan bana muhacir kızı Dinle ve kabul et itirafımı Bir soğuk, bir garip, bir mavi sızı Alev alev sardı her tarafımı Artık inan bana muhacir kızı Yağmurlardan sonra büyürmüş başak Meyvalar sabırla olgunlaşırmış Bir gün gözlerimin ta içine bak Anlarsın ölüler niçin yaşarmış Yağmurlardan sonra büyürmüş başak Altın bilezikler o kokulu ten Cevap versin bu kanlı kuş tüyüne Bir tüy ki can verir bir gülümsesen Bir tüy ki kapalı gece ve güne Altın bilezikler o kokulu ten Mona Roza siyah güller, ak güller Geyve'nin gülleri ve beyaz yatak Kanadı kırık kuş merhamet ister Aaahhh! senin yüzünden kana batacak! Mona Roza siyah güller, ak güller

A ti el miedo no te paraliza, sino que te despierta. Lo he visto. Es fascinante -me responde, y me suelta, aunque no se aparta, y me roza con la mano la mandíbula, el cuello...-. A veces... solo quiero verlo, verte despertar

Despite the pain and the blood, Roza took in the icy-eyed man's expression of frozen, stony horror and reveled in it, delighted in it. It was delicious, his horror. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to eat it.

[...] al principio pienso que quizá esté intentando besarme, pero no lo hace. Me abraza fuerte, su cara merodea justo por encima de mi hombro izquierdo— porque, cariño, soy todo tuyo —susurra muy despacio, y su aliento cálido roza mi mejilla. –Capítulo 10

Roze biyo yaki nêbiyo, xêlê waxti ra raveri, u taw waxtê Dewranê Kırmanciya vıren de Dêsım de zu Lüya de cambaze bena, zu ki Dapire bena, yê Dapire ki zu bıza huya de Kole bena. Dapire her roze Bıza Kola ke bena hetê Koyu ‘ve Gerusu de çıraynena ana çê, bena hore rındek dosena polknêna ro, dıma ki sıtê ho eve tırsıke rındek ame kena, bena bınê zu selıke de dana we ke, sola amenê ho rındek bıjê ro. Endi Dapire ke karê ho dana are, dodıma ki hore sona kuna ‘ra. Eke beno sodır, Dapire urzena era sona dünike de qayıte sıtê ho bena ke, de masala sıtê ho hen tede rındek ame gureto ke, qe pers meke. Xavıka serê sıti cıra cena, mostê ho ki bena rewuke de sanena ra, doe ho ‘ve runê hora ki têse ra selenena ra, ronê ho bena kena zu postıki, doe ho ki bena kena zu rewuke. Pee coy doê ho bena Tencık de gırenena, narae ki turaq ’ve sıncıke têse ra selenena ra, turaqê ho ki bena kena zu postıki. Sıncıke ki bena kena zu thopıke, va sola Bıza Kole hore bısımo. Seke beno sodir, Tıja Oli esto gılê koyu ser, dina bia roşti, tayr-thur hore wanenê. Dapire urzena era sona bınê selıke de qayıte sıtê ho kena ke, dılapê sıt qê tede çino. Dapire sasbena manena, vana, hala-hala kami na sıtê mı tırıto berdo, zotu dana pıro, vana: “Haqo kami ke, sıte mı berdo, cıra lew ‘ve pırnıkura bia ‘ro”. Maneno roza dıyine, bıza Kole oncia hore sona kou ra çerena, cêrena ‘ra yena çê, dızikê ho tede biye jê camuse. Dapire bıza huya Kole oncia dosena, sıtê ho bena bırosi de ame kena, bırosi ki bena serê vasê zemburi de bınê zu selıke de dana we. Uzara têpia Dapire terknena sona, hore cılê ho de kuna era. Seke beno sodir, Bımbarek esto riyê Dina ser, tayr-thur hore rındek waneno. Dapire urzena era sona bınê selıke de qayıte sıtê ho kena ke, sıt oncia tede çino. Dapire vana, “na rae kami sıtê mı oncia tırıto berdo” zırçena vana: “Haqo kami ke, sıtê mı berdo, cıra lew ‘ve pırnıku ra bia ro.” Maneno roza hireyine, oncia bıza Kole hore sona kou ra çerena yena çê, Jê her daym Dapire Bıza Kole dosena, sıtê ho bena jê her waxt bırosi de ame kena, bırosi ki bena serê vasê zemburi de bınê zu selıke de dana we. Dapire vana, nu nia nêbeno, ez gune na rae ramekune ke, sola pê na dızdi bıjêrine. Dapire sona dariya huya khoniye ana, hore rindek sone kena, kena ‘ve tuze, sona peê çêveri de ho dana we, uza pê dızdi pina. Axre tene ke waxt vêrdi ra beno lêl, uza ra têpia ki beno tari. Dapire niadana ke çêver bi ra, Lüye eve bêveng ame kote zarê dünike, ree nata, ree ki bota niada ke, kês çino.

Mis labios recorren tu cuerpo ardiente Tu boca besa la mía, mis dedos acarician tu espalda desnuda Tu cabello roza mi pecho, tu piel caliente Nuestros cuerpos se unen en un beso fogoso Mi lengua te recorre y te deja muda…

And then, as I sat there, the true reality hit, clubbing me in the back of the head. I was going to Roza Vallo’s monthlong writing retreat with a killer case of writer’s block.

What?" Finn remembered sitting at the kitchen table with Sean, both of them trying to say the world "table" in Polish. Roza had said, "You have tongue like cow!" and laughed and laughed. "What?" Sean said again. He had tongue like cow, he had mind like cow. Dull, wordless.

-Mucho temo que me hayáis olvidado, pues parece que el corazón de la gente de este mundo olvida en cuanto alguien se aleja. -Que de mis ojos estéis lejos Ni siquiera lo imagino Puesto que el olvido Ni un instante roza mi espíritu Vuestra imagen se halla siempre ante mí.

Nunca hemos sido tan felices ni tan desgraciados. Nuestras peleas son ominosas, tremendas, violentas. Nuestra furia roza el borde de la locura; deseamos la muerte. Tengo el rostro arrasado de lágrimas, las venas de la sien se me hinchan. A Hugo le temblequea la boca. Un sollozo mío lo arroja de repente a mis brazos, entre lloros. Luego me desea físicamente. Lloramos y nos besamos y alcanzamos el orgasmo en el mismo momento. Y un instante después, analizamos y hablamos racionalmente.

You’ve always got an excuse, Roza. One of these days . . .” “One of these days,” she agreed.

His words came out thickly. “Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish . . . we could be together.” “Then why did you lie to me?” We reached the clinic, and he managed to open the door while still holding me. As soon as he stepped inside, he began yelling for help. “Why did you lie?” I murmured again. Still holding me in his arms, he looked down at me. I could hear voices and footsteps getting closer. “Because we can’t be together.” “Because of the age thing, right?” I asked. “Because you’re my mentor?” His fingertip gently wiped away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. “That’s part of it,” he said. “But also . . . well, you and I will both be Lissa’s guardians someday. I need to protect her at all costs. If a pack of Strigoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her.” “I know that. Of course that’s what you have to do.” The black sparkles were dancing in front of my eyes again. I was fading out. “No. If I let myself love you, I won’t throw myself in front of her. I’ll throw myself in front of you.” The

Aprender a decir basta Si “basta”, “hasta aquí” o “es suficiente” fueran parte de nuestro vocabulario con más frecuencia, seguramente nos seria mas fácil experimentar la felicidad. Gran parte de nuestro descontento aparece en la búsqueda de algo más, algo mejor o algo diferente. Ya sea en una persona, un producto o una experiencia, siempre hay algo por delante que no nos deja ver lo que ya tenemos. Y como sólo se disfruta lo que se tiene, la alegría de vivir se va evaporando mientras mas insatisfechos nos ponemos. Nos resulta difícil darnos cuenta de esta rueda de insatisfacción que gira sin parar porque nuestro entorno esta diseñado para hacerla andar. El mundo nos dice que decir “hasta aquí” roza la mediocridad y nos empuja a seguir mirando lo que nos falta, aunque creo que nada es mas mediocre en nuestra humanidad que la ausencia de felicidad. Venir al mundo y no experimentarla es como comprarse un automóvil muy equipado y dejarlo guardado en el garaje porque estamos muy ocupados eligiendo cual será el próximo que queremos comprar. No hay nada negativo en lo material, ni en tenerlo ni en usarlo. Se torna negativo cuando damos a cambio nuestra bienestar para seguir en esa búsqueda inagotable. Cuando reconozco que lo que tengo es suficiente, la mente se relaja. Y desde una mente relajada puedo elegir con mas conciencia lo que necesito. Muchas de nuestras necesidades, sino la mayoría, están basadas en especulaciones de nuestra mente. Es decir, no son reales. Y darnos cuenta de esta verdad es liberador. Por eso, incorporemos en nuestra vida estas frases con mas frecuencia: “Basta”, “hasta aquí” y “es suficiente”. Nos sorprenderá la paz que la vida nos dará a cambio.

Açma pencereni perdeleri çek Mona Roza seni görmemeliyim Bir bakışın ölmem için yetecek Anla Mona Roza, ben bir deliyim Açma pencereni perdeleri çek…

Ella lo mira. Suncho sale disparado a ladrarles a unas gaviotas. El agua de la orilla les roza los pies. De pronto Sofía entiende que ser feliz era esto.

Roza sus labios contra los míos. Una vez, dos veces. Tan suave que apenas se siente superior a nada; pero también se siente como todo. Me arrastra hacia abajo. Un día, cuando Galen y yo emparejemos, voy a ser una princesa. Pero nunca voy a sentirme más como una princesa que ahora mismo, en sus brazos, bailando en el fondo del océano.

La', la'.. Kami tidak mahu wang tetapi doa tuan. Doakan Masjidil Aqsa agar terus di dalam jagaan orang Islam.

Alhamdulillah. Terima kasih wahai saudaraku sesama Islam. Tahukah kamu.. betapa beruntungnya orang Malaysia, Singapure dan Indonesia? Kamu datang sejauh 8,000 kilometer lalu dibenarkan sujud solat di sini. Tahukah kamu.. betapa ramai rakan-rakan saudara kita jarak tempat tinggalnya hanya lima hingga sembilan kilometer, tetapi dihalang untuk datang ke sini. Terima kasih wahai saudaraku.. kerana membantu kami memenuhkan saf-saf di Aqsa. Sesungguhnya Baitul Maqdis milik kita umat Islam!

Roza…” Melina whispered, nervously. I ignored her as I reached out to touch the sphere— The next thing I knew, my back slammed against the floor. My breath hit me like a stone crashing down on my chest. And my skin was burning, burning, burning, so intensely that I had to bite down hard to keep from letting out a cry. My skin. My hand. “Roza!” Melina fell to her knees beside me. Long seconds, and the pain subsided to a tolerable throb. I forced my eyes open and bit back a gasp. Gold covered my fingertips, reaching down over my palm in organic shapes that looked like the veins of a leaf. The strokes were slightly raised, and my skin clung to the edges, irritated where the gold met my flesh. This wasn’t on me. This was in me. I lifted my eyes to the box on the table. It was now empty. Oh, gods. I looked at the gold spreading across my palm with renewed horror. This thing—this was the artifact. Melina made a strangled sound of panic and suddenly pulled away from me. It took me a moment to realize why. I had been so preoccupied with the gold that I hadn’t realized what it was covering: my skin. My normal, Fragmented skin. The illusion was gone. Melina turned to the door, presumably to get help. I moved faster. I leapt to my feet, grabbed her, and pressed my hand to her mouth. “Don’t move,” I hissed. “I am one of you.” Her back was against me, my arm firmly around her shoulders to keep her from moving. I could not see her face, but I felt her trembling. “I am Tisaanah Vytezic,” I whispered. “Do you know that name?” A pause. Then a small nod.

La transformación digital no es otra cosa que cambiar la manera de hacer las cosas sin que esto altere nuestra esencia.

—Te odio —dice. Su nariz roza la mía y me da un escalofrío. Y yo a él. Acaba de separarme de sus labios. Por supuesto que lo detesto.

—Tías, tías. Ya sé por qué no follamos. Tenemos que hacer el ritual. —¿Qué ritual? —pregunto. —Apoyad vuestros chupitos. Quien no apoya, no folla. Sigue con su salmo. Esta vez mueve el chupito por la mesa. —Quien no recorre, no se corre. Después hace movimientos circulares. —Quien no gira, no se lo tira. Luego frota su chupito con los nuestros. —Quien no roza, no goza. Eleva el brazo. —Y por la Virgen de Guadalupe, si no me lo follo, al menos que me lo chupe.

And these were just the main-stem dams. As they were going up, the Columbia tributaries were also being chinked full of dams. Libby Dam on the Kootenai River. Albeni Falls and Boundary dams on the Pend Oreille. Cabinet Gorge and Noxon Rapids dams on the Clark Fork. Kerr and Hungry Horse on the Flathead. Chandler and Roza dams on the Yakima. Ice Harbor Dam, Lower Monumental Dam, Little Goose Dam, Lower Granite Dam, Oxbow Dam, Hells Canyon Dam, Brownlee Dam, and Palisades Dam on the Snake. Dworshak Dam on the North Fork of the Clearwater. Anderson Ranch Dam on the South Fork of the Boise. Pelton and Round Butte dams on the Deschutes. Big Cliff, Foster, Green Peter, and Detroit dams on the three forks of the Santiam River. Cougar Dam on the South Fork of the McKenzie. Dexter, Lookout Point, and Hills Creek dams on the Willamette. Merwin Dam, Yale Dam, and Swift Dam on the Lewis River. Layfield and Mossyrock dams on the Cowlitz. Thirty-six great dams on one river and its tributaries—a dam a year. The Age of Dams.

Roza’s familiar smiling face answered the door in her housedress, pulling Gina into a hug before she could say anything, her wrinkled pale hands cool but strong from years of kneading dough and wrangling small children. As cool as her hands were, she was always warm, like her enormous heart could heat the entire world.

Todos los pueblos primitivos empiezan de la misma manera, como lo vemos por los viajes. El hombre caza y combate. La mujer piensa e imagina, engendra a los sueños y a los dioses; ciertos días se vuelve vidente, roza el infinito del deseo y del sueño. Para contar mejor el tiempo, el observa el cielo, sin perder su interés por la tierra. Cuando joven y hermosa contempla las flores amorosas y las conoce muy bien. Más tarde, ya mujer, las utiliza para curar a aquellos que ama. ¡Así de sencillo es el inicio de las religiones y de las ciencias! Más tarde todo se complicará; veremos aparecer a los especialistas: juglar, astrólogo o profeta, nigromante, sacerdote, médico. Pero en el principio, la mujer lo era todo.

Roza plucked the cherry from the top of her sundae, dangled it in front of Finn. "You see bee girl.

Jane roza de pasada la cuestión de la maternidad en sus escritos, pero da la sensación de que le inspiraba temor.

La integración tecnológica Las áreas de Talento Humano deben hacer comprender a su personal que la tecnología no sustituye a las personas, mejora los procesos en los que siguen trabajando. Lo que se espera de ellas es que se adapten a la nueva cultura digital. Es decir, los profesionales deben entender la transformación digital como una oportunidad, no como una amenaza. Es responsabilidad de RRHH convencerlos de esta realidad.

Hunting is not a sport, moya roza. The prey doesn’t even know they’re in the game