Sk Quotes

Maybe that's what living is--recognizing the marvels and oddities around you.

Make sure that you make the beginning of whatever you begin beautiful.

The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.

I'm not a violent person. I'm not advocating violence. But I am an angry person. I'm advocating for more people to get angry. Get moved.

അതിരാണിപ്പാടത്തെ പുതിയ തലമുറയുടെ കാവല്‍ക്കാരാ, അതിക്രമിച്ചു കടന്നത്‌ പൊറുക്കൂ - പഴയ കൌതുകവസ്തുക്കള്‍ തേടിനടക്കുന്ന ഒരു പരദേശിയാണ് ഞാന്‍

Never, ever quake in the face of hate, Zayneb.

Your resistance to my existence is futile.

She believed in such a world, where everyone got a turn, a season in the sun.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists. S.K.

A bird painted not with beauty but with all the dirt and wounds collected in a long hard life, in battle, in love, with torn feathers and a busted leg and a chipped beak and one of its eyes half closed; and yet a bird of deeper loveliness for all of that.

This is a love story. You’ve been warned.

I was in this weird space of wanting not to be alone and wanting not to be crowded, either.

Human rights. For everyone. Because that was the only way the world made sense. When the arc of care went far and wide, it journeyed and battled to exclude none.

It's not so much my own death that is intolerable, it's the death of those around me. Because I love them. And part of me dies with them. Therefore all love, if you like, is a form of suicide.

Sometimes the greatest gift you can give someone is the freedom to pursue their happiness.

They say friends are the family you choose

He was a boy, she was a girl Can I make it any more obvious, He was a punk, she did ballet, What more can I say, He wanted her, she wouldn't tell, but secretly she wanted him as well, All of her friends stuck up their nose, They had a problem with his baggy clothes He was a sk8er boi, she said "see you later boy" he wasn't good enough for her, he was a sk8er boi, she said "see you later boy", he wasn't good enough for her. Five years from now, she sits at home, feeding the baby, she's all alone, she turns on TV, guess who she sees, sk8er boi rockin' on MTV, she calls up her friends, they already know, and they got tickets to see his show

You have ripped my fucking heart out, Neva and what's worse is that I love you far too fucking much to hate you for it.

Girls like me who see and feel the pains and problems of the world don’t make sense to people. So maybe we’re meant to be alone, or only with people exactly like us.

The shame should have been all his but I chose to carry it around this whole time.

Life goes on, even if love doesn't.

Everything you say is absolutely right — the death of those we love is so much worse than our own death, and yes all love is a form of suicide, you destroy yourself, you surrender yourself, you kill something in yourself, willingly, if you really love.

friendship is not gold, but it's more value; friendship is not diamond, but it's more glory; friendship is not iron, but it's more strong

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s learning to dance in the rain.

Train all your talents, for you never know which one will save your skin.

He was a boy, she was a girl Can I make it any more obvious He was a punk, and she did ballet, What more can I say He wanted her, she wouldn't tell, but secretly she wanted him as well, All of her friends stuck up their nose, They didn't like his baggy clothes He was a sk8er boi, she said see you later boy, he wasn't good enough for her

We're allowed to cry.

I’m someone who gets consumed by stuff. It engulfs me, wraps me up in its embrace, and doesn’t let me be until I’ve deal with it.

One of the reasons Ayaan said she loves being Muslim is because it makes her feel like a natural feminist. "Like hello? Our queen Khadija didn't wait for the man she had her eye on to ask her, to get on his knees. Nope. Instead, she said, 'I like you, oh employee of mine. Will you marry me?' And then, after they hitched, she just kept her job as his boss. Mad respect.

There are a lot of ways to show our faith and love to Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala. You pick the ones that are right for who you are right now.

Sometimes life gives you a second chance because just maybe the first time you weren’t ready.” – Unknown Author

I just wanted the right mix of being with someone I connected to, who cared, but also let me be.

But it's not smooth sailing" "Life isn't?

The world is a mysterious place. On the one hand, its size can be measured and recorded and verified. Its marvels and oddities captured in complex, empirical detail. On the other hand, its size is relative to our mind’s perception of it. Its marvels and oddities only extending to how far our vision goes. For some of us, this means the world is small, including only those we see as belonging to it. People related to us, people who look like us, dress like us, think like us. For others, it’s medium-size and includes those we connect to through some similarity, some trait that pings familiarity within, which then allows us to overlook the differences between us and them. And then there are those who see the world as huge, as the actual size it measurably is. Huge enough to include vast differences, people with nothing in common with one another except a beating heart and a feeling soul, these two—heart, soul—being the strongest connection between us all.

Men have firm beautiful bodies with cut muscles. But the curves and gentleness of a woman’s body is beyond a words measure; with their dazzling rawness it’s impossible to perfect but I crave the need to depict such a fathomless beauty.

And now here we were, almost a thousand years later, still doing it. Trying to make sense of what was happening around us. Maybe that's what life is, really.

Sometimes people who appear great can be the real deal. The husk, the fruit, and the kernel align.

My mom once said, we hurt the people we love the most, but the ability for them to love you despite the hurt is special and the most beautiful gift, it’s the gift of forgiveness

I had to talk her down from making a trip to “whoop some ass.

My mother always says, buy the outfit and the event will come.

Oooo...He's being a saucy motherfu*ker tonight. He does wrong and I'm the one who gets treated like the whore of Babylon. Fine, he wants a show I'll give him a damn show.

You need to have a way to take care of yourself. A way to recharge. Otherwise the world will get you down so fast, you won’t be able to hold your head up. I learned this the hard way.

...I haven't guessed where your shirt is from yet Bane, but I don't think it'll matter once it's underwater!' Tristan looked at Bane questioningly. Bane rolled his eyes and stage whispered: 'She asked why I cared so much about getting her dirty, teary face all my new shirt earlier, and asked where I got it from anyway. I said: 'Guess', and then she said she didn't have a clue. And then we bumped into you before I could break it down for her.' Tristan snorted. 'Are you serious?' 'As an earthquake', Bane smirked.

If the door of opportunity doesn't open, knock it the fuck down.

Mason come back into the living room looking like walking sex.

Imagine if I transformed this room into the place where someone would want to escape to?

the why you do something is important.

Special days start when you run toward them.

Throw yourself in at the deep end. I'm sure you won't actually drown.

Trusting the resolve in my heart is but a stepping stone to the future I now see clearly.

Sk my dk, it's organic!

Throughout our lives, pain visits us in turns. There isn't a human alive that hasn't been touched by pain. We all carry scars and wounds, but only some rise to the surface to be seen and commented on. Simply put, the story of pain is common to us all.

There was a reason love was a round sounding word. It completed you and then some, like treading a circular path, the way it was immemorial. Whole. But also... infinite. It went on and on as long as you went on and on, to meet it, keep it, treasure it. And I would.

Here's one thing I CAN figure out and that's how much I don't know. How I don't know what you went through at school. With your teacher. I don't know about the extent of the Islamophobia you've faced. I don't know what it feel like to be you. But here's another thing: I DO want to know.

Time can be a cruel teacher. It doesn’t wait for you to learn a lesson, to fully absorb it before it lurches on to the next one.

I mean you couldn’t wish this kind of luck on your worst enemy.

Exhibit A TO Z: The root of everything that has gone wrong in my life. Like falling for people without thinking things through.

Because the moment you’re feeling secure, someone hates on you.

It's like a dream, but who cares? I want a dream. Right this minute, that's exactly what I want. Because reality has been pretty fucking crap for a while now.

There's no defying him now, and we both know it. I'm belted into the Marc Blackwell ride, and all I can do is hold on tight.

Escaping Reality One Erotic Romance Novel At a Time.

There are diverse ways of reading texts, depending on who you are. We all access books differently.

The clearest feeling I remember is this: the way that it felt like the space between us folded and folded, and kept folding until the distance shrank, until we made sense to each other.

We accept life, breathe it in and celebrate it. But when death rocks our world, turning our happiness into hurt and grief, we fight it, unable to accept something that was engrained from the beginning. It’s a fact of life that is cruel, but undoubtedly necessary. Death is one of life’s biggest weakness, it's the one thing that will break even the strongest of people.

SK: What causes a person to be transgender? MS: I think the question should be flipped around: What’s the cause for assuming that one’s gender identity has to be the one that you are born with? When I first came into this job, I was much more comfortable about people’s sexuality than I was with people’s gender identity. But when you hear the same stories over and over again, from people from all over the world, you start realizing that transgender is not an anomaly. It’s a part of the spectrum of people’s realities. Then you stop wondering about the cause and you start realizing it’s a part of reality.

In life, tragedy and loss happen every single day and nobody is immune. There are only two certainties in this world. You are born into this life and you will also be taken from it too. Some will be taken without warning and some will be taken slowly. It is the cruelest of certainties and also the most powerful. You will grieve for the loss but you will also become a stronger person for the gift of love and memories that you received.

What other people think of me is none of my concern.

Oh hell nah! This bitch want to die today fa' real!

Angel lunged around Nikki and punched him dead in his mouth.

when she needs me, you can best believe I’ll be there. So, I suggest you let what I’ve just said to you soak in a little.

He was sure Bethany was unaware of the hunger painted on her face which seemed to be directed at him.

I'm surrounded by alpha males who think they have a license to do whatever the hell they please just because they can.

just want him to treat my sister right because if he doesn't, I have an ass whippin’ that I've put on reserve just for him, and it ain't never gonna expire.

Marcus was under no illusion as to what his role would be for the next few hours - carry the bags and keep up with the packages.

With this necklace, no matter how far apart we are, or where our lives lead us, I will always be next to your heart when you wear it.

Maybe nothing could extinguish the yearning of human love; maybe it travelled on for ever, through the darkness. Like the light from dead stars.

Me not caring, nobody caring that I was crying. Nobody caring that I wasn’t going to be okay.

This way of noticing that even during the suckiest moments in life there was something marvelous to be seen, heard, touched. Or just a tiny awe felt in the heart.

Why we do an action is what determines its quality. A quality action or not.

If you are on time you are a slave, if you are late you are free

Oh, doctor. I think I’m sick I need some penis-cilin.” I fake cough again into my hand.

I decided I liked people who cried spontaneously. It showed they had hearts they hadn’t buried too deeply inside.

The same three non-Muslims show up to our open house every year. They get serenaded as though they're royalty because we get to post "Mosque Opens Door to Greater Community, and THEY CAME!

De combinatie geel en zwart, godbetert, smaaklozer kan je 't niet bedenken. [...] Bidden wij dus voor alle ouders van een zoontje dat supporteert voor NAC Breda of SK Lierse en zulks kenbaar wil maken via het behangpapier op zijn kamer, zijn kaften, zijn jassen en zijn sjaals. Kleurterreur die z'n sporen moet nalaten op het brein en waar de schoolresultaten van het ventje uiteindelijk bijzonder onder gaan lijden.

Wavering isn’t falling. Wavering and going on when you want to fall, when you want to run away and give up--persevering when everything looks hopeless and the odds seem insurmountable--that’s what strength is.

What did it matter that the Light had been taken away from him? What did it matter that Arienne was gone? If it took a thousand years to find her...if he had to cross boiling seas or raging skies...if it cost him his eyes or his tongue, his hands or his feet, his very soul... He would relinquish it all, if it meant he could keep that promise he'd made so long ago. He had nothing else. Without this, he knew, he would simply wither away.

From the mountain peaks for streams descend and flow near the town; in the cascades the white water is calling, but the mistis do not hear it. On the hillsides, on the plains, on the mountaintops the yellow flowers dance in the wind, but the mistis hardly see them. At dawn, against the cold sky, beyond the edge of the mountains, the sun appears; then the larks and doves sing, fluttering their little wings; the sheep and the colts run to and fro in the grass, while the mistis sleep or watch, calculating the weight of their steers. In the evening Tayta Inti gilds the sk, gilds the earth, but they sneeze, spur their horses on the road, or drink coffee, drink hot pisco. But in the hearts of the Puquios, the valley is weeping and laughing, in their eyes the sky and the sun are alive; within them the valley sings with the voice of the morning, of the noontide, of the afternoon, of the evening.

At dusk in the Temple Gardens the barrier between past and present turned fluid and ghosts walked. Here and there if Buckler looked closely he caught a glimpse of knights filing toward the ancient round Church, heads bowed in penitence…Buckler didn’t mind the spirits. In fact, he preferred their company to that of the general run of human. For the ghosts reminded him that man’s petty cares, so all consuming in life, would one day become nothing more than fit matter for an amusing story.

God said: ‘Every deed a person does will receive ten to seven hundred times reward, except fasting, for it is for Me, and I shall reward it. There are two occasions of joy for one who fasts: one when he breaks the fast, and the other when he will meet his Lord.

I won't always have the words to pull you back from the dark but I will always be here to sit with you in it and take your hand or wrap my arms around you until it passes for every day of sunshine there will be a night of darkness but I want to spend both of them with you

The evening's light, silvery, casts its dull brightness onto the trees--trees gelid in this blue light of winter. But whiteness dominates with the pines and evergreens steeped in vibrant grades of silver. I hear notes in the mist, like silvery chattering, coins in a pocket, the jangle of keys.

Since the news was out about my MS, out with my Dad, my friends, and soon with Hanna, it emerged in the real world. Like a boggart from Harry Potter's world, it took shape in front of me. Unmoving, but relentlessly forcing itself into my thoughts. My MS, it was real now. I didn't want to climb the ladder to finish painting the room. I was scared to. I wasn't part of any Hogwarts houses, because there wasn't a house for people who'd rather tuck away, overwhelmed with fear.

I could have killed her!’ she exclaimed. And the next thing Tristan knew, he was flying across the water and pulled into one of her outstretched hands, where she shook him violently. ‘Do you get that?!’ The lovely, furious queen raged as she jostled him. His teeth rattled. ‘I was prepared to-’ ‘Fight.’ Tristan said, covering her hand with his own, using his strength to force down her movements, breathing heavily. ‘For me.’ He smiled at her tenderly, not allowing her to break the gaze. ‘For once.

Perhaps there are twin versions of us all somewhere in another universe, living out the destinies of which we’ve been robbed.

Faithfulness is my promise to love you forever

I can't keep protecting someone who doesn't want to be protected. I can't keep doing this, Neva. You need to learn how to protect yourself, I just can't do it. You're breaking every single piece of me. You need to find the girl inside you who isn't afraid, who isn't guilty, and who isn't racked with demons. You need to let go of the past, before you stay stuck in it forever.

Losing myself interests me. The fertile topsoil interests me, sprawling beneath a light dusting of snow, and the snow that crams the trunks and branches of the pines and elms and redwoods, having frozen up their roots, subdues me to consider life and death. What lurks beneath the ground? Surely dead seeds and frozen worms reside deep below that earth, and surely all those presentiments of life lying dormant, dead or dying, scattered and mute, like memories.

When you have a bad year, there is this need to package it up and write it off-as I have done in the past. I hope, in 2014, when things go badly-people create themselves a New Years’s day the moment they need it. Don’t make 12 resolutions in January but one with every breath. Don’t wait until December 31st to start anew.You can divide time with months and days and weeks-but each minute is only a minute long and belongs completely to itself. What you do in those tiny moments that seem so inconsequential are what will define not only your year-but your life

ശ്രീധരാ, ജീവിതം വഴിപിഴച്ചു വഷളാവാന്‍ തെറ്റുകള്‍ എമ്പാടുംവേണമെന്നില്ല. ചിലപ്പോള്‍ ഒരൊറ്റ തെറ്റു മതി- അവിവേകമായി ചെയ്ത ഒരു ദുഷ്കര്മത്തിന്റെ അനന്തരഫലമാണ് ഞാനിക്കാലമത്രയും അനുഭവിച്ചു കൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നത്. യൌവനാരംഭാത്തിന്റെ ചോരത്തിളപ്പില്‍ വീരസാഹസങ്ങള്‍ വിനോദങ്ങളായി തോന്നും . വികാരങ്ങള്‍ ശമിപ്പിക്കാന്‍ എന്ത് അഗ്നിപരീക്ഷകള്‍ക്കും ചെറുപ്പക്കാര്‍ തയ്യാറാവും. പുതുതായിചിറകുകള്‍ മുളച്ചു പുഴു പാറ്റയായിതീരുന്നു. പുഷ്പമെന്നു കരുതിയിട്ടല്ല ഈയല്‍പാറ്റ തീനാളതോടടുക്കുന്നത്. ഒന്ന് പൊരുതി നോക്കാമെന്ന അഹങ്കാരമാണ് അതിനെ അഗ്നിജ്വാലയോടേറ്റുമുട്ടിക്കുന്നത്. ചിറകു കരിഞ്ഞു പിടഞ്ഞു ചാവുകയും ചെയ്യുന്നു.

Mr. Ram was a dedicated person—that means he didn’t let go of the things that were important to him. He was dedicated to Seniors Games Club every week. He got dressed up to go. Everyone knew he was serious about spending time with his friends, that’s how dressed up he was. He was dedicated to people. Even though he was a serious person, with a lot on his mind, he made sure to let you know he remembered you. Always. He smiled at jokes even if they were only sort of funny. He remembered that it was a person who was telling the joke, so he smiled for that person. He was dedicated to reading good books, even if they were from another generation or didn’t make complete sense to him. He read the first Harry Potter when he was ninety years old because someone told him it was good. He would have read the rest of the series if that someone had been able to find the large-type versions in the library for him.* He smiled one of his loudest smiles ever at the Shel Silverstein poem about a pet snowball. But his favorite Shel Silverstein poem was “The Little Boy and the Old Man.” Like the old man in the poem, he was dedicated to someone too, dedicated to helping her find out what the really important things for her were. What she should be dedicated to. She misses him but was happy to have had someone like him in her life. Thank you, Mr. Ram, for the warmth of your hand. *Someone still regrets that they didn’t find the rest of the HP books for him.