Soo Quotes

I wonder if it's like this for mountain climbers, he thought. You climb bigger and bigger mountains and you know that one day one of them is going to be just that bit too steep. But you go on doing it, because it’s so-o good when you breathe the air up there. And you know you'll die falling.

So you didn’t tell me it was a messed-up idea to keep this all a secret because. . .” “Because experience is the only teacher,” Hey-Soos says. “Even if I could have told you, it would have been a lecture. Why do you think kids don’t listen to their parents, or people don’t leave churches and do what the preacher tells them? There’s only one thing that’s universal.” “What’s that?” “The truth.

To be of the Earth is to know the restlessness of being a seed the darkness of being planted the struggle toward the light the pain of growth into the light the joy of bursting and bearing fruit the love of being food for someone the scattering of your seeds the decay of the seasons the mystery of death and the miracle of birth.

wow it was sad the break up thing in xmas but in the end they got back together but the father soo hush to the children

Experience is the only teacher,” Hey-Soos says. “Even if I could have told you, it would have been a lecture. Why do you think kids don’t listen to their parents, or people don’t leave churches and do what the preacher tells them?

If I dream by myself, it's merely a dream. But if we all dream together, that's the start of a new future.

- Soo-Young, ce e fericirea? - O adiere plăcută de vânt. - Dar iubirea? - O adiere plăcută de vânt, într-o zi de primăvară.

Blessings are waiting, so don't miss the flight Your Birth Day Gonna be very shiny bright Look everywhere and adore every single sight May your BirThDay be filled with chocolates, Cakes & Candle Light May the happiness hugs you like soo tight Take me serious, because I am gentle and polite

I had only four hairs worth shaving, but I managed to inflict five cuts attempting to remove them.

Dis wat 'n mens Hollands kan maak. Hierdie water wat soos asem om jou is.

Chamara. What is the word that comes closest to it? Soo-Ja wondered. To stand it, to bear it, to grit your teeth and not cry out? To hold on, to wait until the worst is over? There is no other word for it, no way to translate it. It is not a word. It is a way to console yourself. He is not just telling her to stand the pain, but giving her comfort, the power to do so. Chamara is an incantation, and if she listens to its sound, she believes that she can do it, that she will push through this sadness. And if she is strong about it, she'll be rewarded in the end. It is a way of saying, I know, I feel it, too. This burns my heart, too.

Relax and return, not to the world inside your mind, but to you real world. The life you actually lived is more peaceful than what you imagined.

It doesn't matter where we are from, what language we speak or how we look, it matters that we are all human beings.

Starting is not half the battle. The start is merely the start. When you begin thinking it’s too late, it’s already too late, so start immediately.

The biggest tragedy of capitalism is that it regards talents that can’t be converted into money worthless.

Nu spune niciodată cuiva să plece din viaţa ta. Ar putea într-adevăr să dispară!

Orice maimuță, își va găsi cândva maestrul.

O maimuță va rămâne întotdeauna o maimuță, chiar dacă încearcă să fie o lebădă.

i love god soo much, but he like butt raping.

what doesn't kill you isnt soo stupid to come back a second time.

Sy het net kwaad geword, en kwaad is nie 'n emosie nie. Ek sal weet. Dis soos grond; jy gebruik dit om ander, egter goed te begrawe. Haat. Jaloesie. Liefde.

Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup!

Een vir een gee ek hulle 'n Smartie. Soos 'n Nagmaal waar brood en wyn gegee word om liggaam en siel weer aanmekaar te weef, so deel ek my unieke pilletjies uit vir hulle.

Soo, what is this about? Why would you say that to me, about her being remarkable?” “Because she is. Don’t let your insecurities about other people noticing just how breathtaking she is spoil what you have. She has proven her love for you. Forcing her to keep proving it will only drive her away.

So you didn’t tell me it was a messed-up idea to keep this all a secret because. . .” Because experience is the only teacher,” Hey-Soos says. “Even if I could have told you, it would have been a lecture. Why do you think kids don’t listen to their parents, or people don’t leave churches and do what the preacher tells them? There’s only one thing that’s universal.” What’s that?” The truth.

I know there's a word called "miracle". But I don't know if there's a meaning inside the word, "miracle

What was the fun of being upper-class if you had to work so hard to appear bored all the time?

Don't be soo afraid to fall, that you don't even chase for success.

i knew its hard to love a man like you... but i just felt that everytime we shared moments together from afar,its soo magical...

Erayga Dumar Quraanka wuxuu ku soo arooray 24 jeer, halka erayga Ragna uu soo arooray 24 jeer

It occurred to Soo-Ja that if she gave him permission, he'd kiss her right then and there. But she realized that all along, what she really wasn't to have him in the present - how could she, married woman that she was, married man that he was — but to rewrite the past, have him go back in time and create a version that allowed them to kiss. To be able to kiss him did not seem to take much — a step forward, the angling of her face. But, in fact, it required rearranging the molecules of every interaction they had ever had, from the very first day they met.

Maybe I could get a job in Colonial Williamsburg,” I say, trying to get into the spirit. “I could churn butter. Wear period garb. Like, a calico dress with an apron or whatever they wore in Colonial times. I’ve heard they’re not allowed to speak to each other in modern-day language, and kids are always trying to trip them up. That could be fun. The only thing is, I’m not sure if they hire Asian people because of historical accuracy…” “Lara Jean, we live in the time of Hamilton! Phillipa Soo is half-Chinese, remember? If she can play Eliza Hamilton, you can churn butter.

Blykbaar is haar kop op die oomblik 'n broeiplek vir belaglike gedagtes. Hulle teel soos kakkerlakke in elke donker hoekie van haar brein uit en skarrel heen en weer deur haar kop met voelers wat parmantig omhoog staan.

Ek dink as ek vandag na Bob Dylan se 'Mr Tambourine Man' moet luister, sal al die hartseer van die afgelope paar jaar saamkoek in my hart soos staalwol. Die skerp draadkrulle sal my hart kneus en sny en die pyn sal ondraaglik wees.

Sy druk die klip styf teen haar oor vas, soos mens met ’n skulp maak. StormJana hoor die gesuis van water in die klip se stilte, ’n groot waterval wat van ’n vreeslike afgrond afstort; sy hoor die suising van wind deur die bome. En die soet, hoë note van ’n fluit.

Daar is ’n dun skilletjie om ons brein wat ons in die hede anker. Maar soos ’n mens oud word, kom daar skeurtjies in die skil, soos ’n ou laken skif. Dan stroom die verlede daardeur, ontydig of nie. Dis hoekom oumense deurmekaar raak, of hulle konsentrasie swak word, of hulle dinge soos sleutels verloor.

It’s simply a joy to celebrate poetry together.

You will see what you missed if you turn around.

Life isn't perfect. Any failures you have are actually learning moments. They teach us how to grow and evolve.

In the end, Min Soo compromised. She gave her son an American name followed by a Korean personal name followed by the family name. She named him Charles Jae Won Bae. She named her second son Daniel Jae Ho Bae. In the end, she chose both. Korean and American. American and Korean. So they would know where they were from. So they would know where they were going.

I asked her once why she liked to hear stories like this, and she explained to me that when she got ordained, she shaved her head and took some vows to be a bosatsu.21 One of her vows was to save all beings, which basically means that she agreed not to become enlightened until all the other beings in this world get enlightened first. It’s kind of like letting everybody else get into the elevator ahead of you. When you calculate all the beings on this earth at any time, and then add in the ones that are getting born every second and the ones that have already died—and not just human beings, either, but all the animals and other life-forms like amoebas and viruses and maybe even plants that have ever lived or ever will live, as well as all the extinct species—well, you can see that enlightenment will take a very long time. And what if the elevator gets full and the doors slam shut and you’re still standing outside? When I asked Granny about this, she rubbed her shiny bald head and said, “Soo desu ne. It is a very big elevator . . .” “But Granny, it’s going to take forever!” “Well, we must try even harder, then.

FOOD Adobo (uh-doh-boh)---Considered the Philippines's national dish, it's any food cooked with soy sauce, vinegar, garlic, and black peppercorns (though there are many regional and personal variations) Almondigas (ahl-mohn-dee-gahs)---Filipino soup with meatballs and thin rice noodles Baon (bah-ohn)---Food, snacks and other provisions brought on to work, school, or on a trip; food brought from home; money or allowance brought to school or work; lunch money (definition from Tagalog.com) Embutido (ehm-puh-tee-doh)---Filipino meatloaf Ginataang (gih-nih-tahng)---Any dish cooked with coconut milk, sweet or savory Kakanin (kah-kah-nin)---Sweet sticky cakes made from glutinous rice or root crops like cassava (There's a huge variety, many of them regional) Kesong puti (keh-sohng poo-tih)---A kind of salty cheese Lengua de gato (lehng-gwah deh gah-toh)---Filipino butter cookies Lumpia (loom-pyah)---Filipino spring rolls (many variations) Lumpiang sariwa (loom-pyahng sah-ree-wah)---Fresh Filipino spring rolls (not fried) Mamón (mah-MOHN)---Filipino sponge/chiffon cake Matamis na bao (mah-tah-mees nah bah-oh)---Coconut jam Meryenda (mehr-yehn-dah)---Snack/snack time Pandesal (pahn deh sahl)---Lightly sweetened Filipino rolls topped with breadcrumbs (also written pan de sal) Patis (pah-tees)---Fish sauce Salabat (sah-lah-baht)---Filipino ginger tea Suman (soo-mahn)---Glutinous rice cooked in coconut milk, wrapped in banana leaves, and steamed (though there are regional variations) Ube (oo-beh)---Purple yam

On September 22, 1958, the Edmund Fitzgerald, skippered by Captain Bert Lambert, left Rouge River bound for Silver Bay, Minnesota, where it was scheduled to pick up a load of taconite pellets to be delivered to Toledo. Not surprisingly, that very first load set a tonnage record when the Fitz passed through the Soo Locks a few days later. The ship's life on the Great Lakes had begun.

... de jongen soo verbaast gaauw tegen de stijlte weer op liep, schreeuwende luijtkeels de schuijt vergaat og was ik bij mijn moeder op het landt, van hem een openhartige confessie, door hem geroepen en van andere meer als duijsentmalen gedagt, maar die ijdele wenschen konnen nu niet baten, bidden Godt maar hij ons soo eens met voor en tegenspoet sal laten komen in de have van ons begeerte ...

SOO-LINL-S: Elgie, you are a Level 80 at the most successful company in the world. You’ve vested out three times. You have a daughter who’s thriving academically despite several heart surgeries. SOO-LINL-S: Your TEDTalk is ranked number four on the all-time most-watched list yet you live with a woman who has no friends, destroys homes, and falls asleep in stores? SOO-LINL-S: I’m sorry, Elgie, you are hereby TORCHed.

Ek het gedink Ek het gedink dat ek jou kon vergeet, en in die sagte nag alleen kon slaap, maar in my eenvoud het ek nie geweet dat ek met elke windvlaag sou ontwaak: Dat ek die ligte trilling van jou hand weer oor my sluimerende hals sou voel … Ek het gedink die vuur wat in my brand het soos die wit boog van die starre afgekoel. Nou weet ek is ons lewens soos ’n lied waarin die smarttoon van ons skeiding klink en alle vreugde terugvloei in verdriet en eind’lik in ons eensaamheid versink.

Names are powerful things. They act as an identity marker and a kind of map, locating you in time and geography. More than that, they can be a compass. In the end, Min Soo compromised. She gave her son an American name followed by a Korean personal name followed by the family name. She named him Charles Jae Won Bae. She named her second son Daniel Jae Ho Bae. In the end, she chose both. Korean and American. American and Korean. So they would know where they were from. So they would know where they were going.

ELGINB: Starting to question my sanity. Home stuff. SOO-LINL-S: If you were to share your stories about Bernadette at a VAV meeting, you couldn’t get through two sentences without getting TORCHed. TORCH stands for: Time Out, Reality CHeck! SOO-LINL-S: Any time a speaker slips into the abuser’s story—for instance, if I were to say something like “I know I’m always tired and all I want to talk about is work,” which is what Barry used to accuse me of—someone stands up and TORCHes them by yelling, “Time Out, Reality CHeck!

Både Huyn-Soo og treneren er skuffet over at han ikke vant den også, han hadde drømt om fire gull, men en canadier gikk fra ham og de forstår ikke hvordan det var mulig, jeg skjønner jo ikke hva de sier, men ser pa dem at det provoserer og irriterer dem at canadieren vant, Huyn-Soo sa wokking Canada til meg og jeg nikket fordi jeg trodde han snakket om å hente mat fra et sted som het Wok King Canada og det passet meg fint for jeg var sulten, men han snakket ikke om mat, skjønte jeg etter hvert, han forsøkte bare å si fucking Canada.

From: Audrey Griffin To: Soo-Lin Lee-Segal Hey you! I got gingerbread houses to decorate after school. When will you be home? I want to know when to pop the roast in the oven. * From: Soo-Lin Lee-Segal To: Audrey Griffin As I said, I’m superbusy at work, so I won’t be back for dinner. But my mouth is watering just thinking about your famous roast! * From: Audrey Griffin To: Soo-Lin Lee-Segal Don’t think I can’t take a hint. How about I get in my car and deliver you a plate myself? * From: Soo-Lin Lee-Segal To: Audrey Griffin How about you don’t? Thanks, though! *

Is there something I can do for you?” he said. “Good morning.” I straightened myself. “I’m Soo-Lin Lee-Segal, the new admin.” “Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand. “We’ve actually met. I have a son, Lincoln, at Galer Street, in Bee’s class.” “I’m sorry,” he said. “Of course.” The Dev lead, Pablo, popped his head in. “It’s a beautiful day, neighbor.” (Everyone on the team teases Elgin with Mr. Rogers references. It’s a quirk of Elgin’s, apparently, that as soon as he gets inside, like Mr. Rogers, he removes his shoes. Even on his TEDTalk, which I just rewatched, Elgin is standing there in his socks. In front of Al Gore and Cameron Diaz!)

Wel, enige kunstenaar hoop seker op ’n klein bietjie erkenning eendag ná sy dood. En enigeen sal seker verkies dat dit vóór sy dood al begin?’ ‘Daar’s baie kunstenaars wat roem en rykdom in hulle lewe bereik – en honderd jaar later is hulle heeltemal vergete.’ Nog erger, dink Willem, is kunstenaars wat ’n bietjie roem in hulle lewe bereik – en daardie bietjie roem verloor voor hulle doodgaan. Maar hy knik net vir sy seun. ‘En daar’s ander wat hulle hele lewe in totale obscurité deurbring,’ gaan Maurice voort, ‘soos die arme Van Gogh wat nooit ’n enkele skildery kon verkoop nie, en honderd jaar later word hulle onsterflik. Wat sou jy verkies het? As jy kon gekies het?’ As mens maar kon gekies het.

You can't convince yourself! You either believe or you don't believe." (28) "She say you ask weird questions, but I say you're student, you supposed to ask! Her job to answer! I say you're lazy, if student ask, you answer!" "Yeah! She told me my real great-grandparents are these white people named Adan and Eve!" "Bullshit! But hey, Ciao Wen, be smart. Why you argue with her about that? You know they believe this stuff, just let them believe." "But she told me I was going to Hell if I didn't believe and told me to ask God into my heart!" ""Ha, ha, yeah, she told me, too, think she do something soo good to help you. Whatever. You know it's lies, let those idiots believe. Just focus on real school. Don't be stupid and fight them, you'll lose." (30)

»Schnuggi«, rief ich, doch Elyas reagierte nicht. Der Typ lief mir einfach viel zu schnell. Es war schwer genug, einen Fuß erfolgreich vor den anderen zu setzen, an Tempo war dabei nicht einmal zu denken. Ich wusste nicht, warum Elyas ausgerechnet heute der Meinung war, er müsse einen neuen Rekord aufstellen. »Niss soo schnell, Elyas … Hicks« »Emely«, sagte er, stoppte und wandte sich zu mir um. »Wenn wir noch langsamer laufen, dann stehen wir.« »Gar nich waahhr.« »Doch, es ist die Wahrheit. Ich warte bereits auf die erste Schnecke, die dich anhupt.« Er harrte aus, bis ich auf gleicher Höhe zu ihm war, und lief weiter. Nur wenige Schritte später bildete ich schon wieder das Schlusslicht. Linker Fuß vor – rechter Fuß vor. So schwer konnte das doch nicht sein? Es erforderte meine gesamte Konzentration und war trotzdem nicht von Erfolg gekrönt. Im Gegenteil, denn im nächsten Augenblick bekam ich den Beweis, wie schwer es tatsächlich war. »Huch!«, brachte ich nur noch hervor, als ich mit dem Fuß umknickte, ins Rudern geriet, gnadenlos das Gleichgewicht verlor und in eine Hecke plumpste. »Emely?«, hörte ich Elyas‘ Stimme in der Ferne fragen. »Wo bist du?« »Hicks.« Erst hörte ich Schritte, dann wackelte die Hecke ein zweites Mal. »Emely! Was … Gott, wenn man dich nur eine Sekunde aus den Augen lässt. Ist dir etwas passiert?« Ich kicherte. »Mr. Busch hat mich aufgefangen … Verstehs su? Mr. Busch!« Elyas seufzte und beugte sich näher über mich. »Hast du dir wehgetan?« »Weiß nisch?« »Mädchen, Mädchen«, sagte er. »Komm her.«

Oh, Soo-Lin! I must confess, the Westin is nothing like I described in my holiday verse. Where do I begin? All night self-closing doors slam, the plumbing chugs whenever a toilet is flushed, and any time someone takes a shower, it sounds like a teakettle whistling in my ear. Families of foreign tourists save their conversations until they’re standing outside our door. The mini-fridge rattles and hums so much you think it’s about to spring to life. Garbage trucks screech and collect dumpsterfuls of clanging bottles at 1 AM. Then the bars let out, and the streets fill with people yelling at one another in gravelly, drunken voices. All the talk involves cars. “Get in the car.” “I’m not getting in the car.” “Shut up, or you’re not getting in the car.” “Nobody tells me I can’t get into my own car.” That’s a lullaby compared to the alarm clock.

SOO-LINL-S: I know you’ll be uncomfortable with some of the VAV terminology. I was, too. I thought, I’m not being abused by Barry. SOO-LINL-S: But at VAV, our definition of abuse is intentionally broad and esteem-positive. We are victims, make no mistake about it, but we want to move beyond victimhood, which is a subtle yet important distinction. SOO-LINL-S: Elgie, you are a Level 80 at the most successful company in the world. You’ve vested out three times. You have a daughter who’s thriving academically despite several heart surgeries. SOO-LINL-S: Your TEDTalk is ranked number four on the all-time most-watched list yet you live with a woman who has no friends, destroys homes, and falls asleep in stores? SOO-LINL-S: I’m sorry, Elgie, you are hereby TORCHed. ELGINB: Thanks for this, but I kind of have to concentrate. Will read more carefully after meeting.

From: Audrey Griffin To: Soo-Lin Lee-Segal Hello, stranger! It turns out you were right. Hotel living has finally lost its luster. I’m taking you up on your offer to host us chez Lee-Segal. Don’t worry! I know you’re busy with your big new job, and I wouldn’t dream of inconveniencing you. I looked for you at drop-off today. Lincoln told me you’re working such long hours you don’t even have a Christmas tree! I’m going to swing by my garage and grab my bins of decorations. I’ll have your house trimmed by the time you return. Don’t try to stop me. You know Christmas is my favorite holiday! How’s this for irony? Remember when you were divorcing Barry, and Warren handled the whole thing for you gratis, saving you thirty thousand dollars? Remember when you literally sobbed in gratitude, promising you’d make it up to us? Here’s your chance! I’ll let myself in with the key under the cupid. One question. What do you want for dinner? I’m going to have a feast waiting when you get home.

Si dalkiinu uu meel sare u gaaro, oo u noqdo mid mar kale horumar ku tilaabsada, ka bilaaba in aad doorataan hogaamiye wanaagsan. Ha ogolaanina in warbaahinta iyo kuwa danaha-gaarka ah lehi ay idinku qasbaan in aad doorataan dadka ay ayagu idiin xuleen, balse doorta dadka aysan ayagu xulan. Dadka dhexdiisa ka doorta hogaamiyaha, oo ah mid uu wado wadnahiisu, mid isu arka in uu matalo shacabka dalka, ogna waxa dalku u baahan yahay dhinac walba. Ha dooranina hogaamiye lacag uun u socda, oo aan waxba ka ogayn shacabka, shacabkana aan xiriir la lahayn, balse kaliya og waxa shirkadahu u baahan yahiin. Doorta nabaddoon. Mid dadka mideeya, ee aan qaybin. Hogaamiye aqoon leh oo taageera dhaqanka iyo xoriyadda figrad-dhhiibashada; oo aan ahayn mid dadka afka qabta. Doorta hogaamiye maalgaliya iskuulada, oo aan joojin maalgalinta waxbarashada, una ogolaanayn in maktabadahu xirmaan. Doorta hogaamiye wadahadal ka doorta in la dagaalo. Hogaamiye dadnimo leh, mid dhahaya waxuu aaminsan yahay, mid balanta ka soo baxa oo aan dadka been u sheegin. Doorta hogaamiye adag oo isku-kalsoon, laakiin aan kor isu qaadin. Mid caqli badan, laakiin aan dhagarow ahayn, hogaamiyo ogol kala duwanaanta oo aan cunsuri ahayn. Doorta hogaamiye maalgalinaya dhisidda buundooyin la isaga gudbo, ee aan dhisayn darbiyo dadka kala xira. Buugaag, maya hub, Daacadnimo, maya musuq-maasuq. Xigmad iyo aqoon, maya jahli, Xasilooni, maya baqdin iyo argagax. Nabad, maya burbur. Jacayl, maya nacayb, Isu-imaatin, maya kala qaybin. Dulqaad, maya cunsuriyayn, Daacadnimo, maya munaafaqnimo, Wax ku oolnimo, maya wax kama jiraan, Dabeecad, maya maangaabnimo, Soo bandhigid, maya qarsasho, Cadaalad, maya sharcidaro, Run, maya been. Ugu danbayn, doorta hogaamiye dadkiisu ay ku farxayaan. Mid dhaqaajinaya qalbiyada dadka, si ay wiilasha iyo gabdhaha qaranku ugu dadaalaan in ay ku daydaan sharafta hogaamiyaha qaranka. Markaas oo qura ayaa qaran si fiican kor ugu kici karaa, marka hogaamiye dhiirigaliyo, soona saaro muwaadiniin u qalma in ay noqdaan hogaamiyayaasha mustaqbalka, maamulayaal qiimo badan iyo nabaddoono. Waqtiyada hadda lagu jirana, hogaamiye waa in uu noqdo mid dhiiran. Hogaankoodu waa inuu ku adeego daacadnimo, mana aha inay u shaqeeyaan laaluush. Suzy Kassem, waana gabar qoraa Mareykan ah kana soo jeeda Masar, waa na faylasuuf.

Lying sprawled uncouthly at the foot of the Red Dragon where the men had tumbled him down, there was a certain splendor about him still. An old man, an old giant, with bright hairs that shone like gold wires in the gray jut of his beard and the mane of wild hair outflung about his head. I recognized him first by the earl's bracelet twisted about his sword arm, for a spear had taken him between the eyes, but as I looked down more closely into the smashed and blood-pooled face, I recognized the cunning iron-bound mouth, drawn back now in a frozen snarl. I recognized above all, I think the greatness that seemed to cling about him still, an atmosphere of the thing that had made him a giant in more than body; this ancient enemy of Ambrosius's. Hengest, the Jutish adventurer who had grown to be a war lord of the Saxon hordes, lying flung down like a tribute at the foot of the British standard that stirred faintly in the night air above him. That left the son and the grandson to deal with. 'So-o,' Bedwyr said softly. 'Earl Hengest goes at last to his own Storm Lords again. He should have died on a night of tempest, with the lightning leaping from hill to hill, not on a still summer evening with the scent of hawthorn in the air.' 'He was a royal stag,' I said. 'Thank God he is dead.

By the time they’d had their massage, dressed and dried their hair, Dayna looked perfect. She was wearing a pale pink dress that set off her tan and matching sandals. It was obvious she’d planned this barbecue to impress Temo. She’d already mentioned his name sixteen times--Sophie had counted. “Temo’s meat for the birra is going to be so-o good,” Dayna sang out as she led the way to the outdoor courtyard. “What’s birra?” Liv asked. “It’s Temo’s special recipe,” Dayna sighed. “From his mother, Marita. Isn’t that a lovely name?” “But what is it?” Dayna twirled the end of one pigtail around her finger. “It’s a kind of delicious Mexican stew, and Temo will cut off slabs of the meat he’s been cooking to put in it, and you’ll just die it’s so good.” Nineteen times, Sophie thought.

bo,” I begged. “Please, breathe.” After a few minutes, the contraction subsided, and Soo-bo sank into the bed. Her face was ashen, and sweat matted her

Ons is in ’n intieme vasgeweefde bal van senuwees en gees, soos ons almal mekaar se asems in- en uitasem. Ons het nie ’n keuse nie; ons en plante en diere, ons is almal saamgeweef, die in- en uitasem, die in- en uitasem van dieselfde lug

But that's very mean', he managed to say lightly, ' just when I was getting interested.' 'I've loved you so - 'As if it had been for years. She was weeping a little now. 'I've loved you s-o-o,' Then he should have laughed, but he heard himself saying, 'Not only are you beautiful but you are somehow on the grand scale. Everything you do, like pretending to be in love or pretending to be shy, gets across.

It doesn't matter where we are from, what language we speak or how we look like, it matters that we are all human beings.

Had General Soo known the history of Earth, he would have known that Peace, as currently practiced by the humans, was a relatively new concept. He would have known that humans had practiced war, both as an art and as a business, for much longer than three hundred years. If he had known their history, the general would have known that humans were much better at war than they had ever been at Peace.

Sebastiano and I arrive, breathless and laughing, on the stone oval of the dance floor. I’m delighted to see that Kelly’s there too, dancing with the dark stocky guy, Gianbattista; she shoots over to my side, yelling: “Did you see the donkey?” “No,” I say, deadpan, “what donkey?” She takes a moment, then howls with laughter. I think she’s a bit tipsy by now. “You’re soo funny!” she yells. “You’re hilarious! Soo funny!” She whirls away, dancing like a dervish, and I give Gianbattista a narrow glance, the one that means My friend is a bit drunk, but if you try to take advantage of her, I will remove my heels and hit you over the head with them. He looks taken aback, and I think the message has got over loud and clear.

You led Shenzhen Football / You saved Shenzhen Football. " Chinese pro football soccer league (second division) Shenzhen FC recently announced a number of poems like this one. It seems like a tribute to Sven Jerran Eriksson (69, photo), a world-renowned manager who has been assigned to the club this season. But looking back, the story was different. The club said, 'We call the legend again. Let's go on a new trip together. " 믿고 주문해주세요~저희는 제품판매를 고객님들과 신용과신뢰의 거래로 하고있습니다. 24시간 문의상담과 서울 경기지방은 퀵으로도 가능합니다 믿고 주문하시면좋은인연으로 vip고객님으로 모시겠습니다. 원하시는제품있으시면 추천상으로 구입문의 도와드릴수있습니다 깔끔한거래,안전거래,총알배송,고객님정보보호,100%정품,편한상담,신용신뢰의 거래,후불거래등 고객님들의 편의를 기본으로 운영하고있는 온라인 판매업체입니다 The poem was a clearing for Eriksson. He was tortured in the club with one side on the 14th. The poem 'You' was not his, but the former director of Wang Baoshan. The Shenzhen team first announced the city verses through its homepage, and then the local media asked whether it was a change of director. ◀경영항목▶텔레【KC98K】카톡【ACD5】라인【SPR331】 엑스터시,신의눈물,lsd,아이스,캔디,대마초,마리화나,프로포폴,에토미데이트,해피벌륜 등많은제품판매하고있습니다 Sweden coach Eriksson is one of the best players in the World Cup finals. In 2001, he became the first foreign coach in England's history. He led Beckham, Owen and others to advance to the quarter-finals in the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup and the 2006 Germany World Cup. At the 2010 South African tournament he was promoted to coach Ivory Coast. Benfica, AS Roma and Manchester City also led the pros. It was in June 2013 that Eriksson, who became a world class soccer player, started his career in Chinese football. He was appointed to the first division of Guangzhou Puri in China with an annual salary of about 3.5 billion won. It was a bad condition for him to spend the last years of his life as a leader. After failing to sign a new contract, he became a manager of the Shanghai Sanggang, subject to an annual salary of 6 billion won by the end of 2014. After two years of hardship, he moved to China 2nd Division League Shenzhen FC. But here, the duration of the bust was shorter. Eriksson's lead has been in fourth place in the league since he lost five consecutive wins in the league in eight consecutive wins (five and three losses). The club, aiming at promoting the first division, has been pushing out Eriksson in six months because of the atmosphere. Early exits such as Eriksson can be found easily in Chinese football world that pours a lot of money into directing shopping. Only Lee Jang Soo (Changchun), Choi Yong Soo (Jangsu) and Hong Myung Bo (Hangzhou) have left the team during the season due to poor performance.

Let us no longer waste our emotions for the superior we'll never meet once we quit the job, the relative we rarely stumble upon, the bitch who pisses us off with her smiling face, the shrewd batchmate who pretends to be dumb, and everyone else in our lives who are nothing. Even if we numb our hearts, moan to ourselves and hate these people; they are just passerby in our lives.

What if you aren't beautiful? What if you aren't special? You are complete as you are, and our life is still precious.

I understood then that Soo Min might actually be falling for my brother. I recognized the look on her face; she was starting to imagine a future with him. It pained me, because I knew that my brother was going to disappoint her. He would hurt Soo Min, just like he’d hurt the others.

To be alive these days is not just a blessing, but a luxury. There is soo much killings and hits. Death is everywhere. Death is business . People are profiting when you are dying.

A questioning mind-set is the bridge to creativity.

Before you can tell someone to fuck off, you need to be able to say hello to them first. Just like in most languages, saying hello (γεια σου; YAH-soo) is pretty straightforward and simple.

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You will see what you missed only if you turn around.

What do you do for fun? / What are your hobbies? Tanoshimiwa nandesuka. (tah-noh-shiy-mhy-wah nah-n-deh-soo-kah) / Shumiwa nandesuka. (shoo-mhy-wah-nah-n-deh-soo-kah)

The trees broke to reveal a plantation-style Southern mansion with armed guards out front. Queasy turned into a sour knot of nausea as Lauren exited the car and a hard-nosed, bald man with the personality of a hundred-pound bowling ball barreled out of the house and began shouting orders. Her goal was to get to the truth as quickly as possible so she declined their offer of an attorney, but soon regretted that she didn’t take them up on the delay. She had no idea how hard it would be. Her rage at Bill grew and became a solid ball of something close to hate as she underwent grueling hour after hour of questioning. The NCS bowling ball with the official title of SOO and insisted on being called “director” was relentless, repeating questions, discounting her answers, and prying into every second of every minute of her life from the moment she met Bill until today. Her and Jack’s investigation into Bill’s activities had been taken over by heavy-handed men

Dis ’n vroom herfsoggend. Dweperig. Soos Maart is. Sy hou haar voor as somer, maar daar’s ’n winter in haar mou. Sy vang ons nie onkant nie. Ons ken haar so. Sy maak groot bohaai, gooi donder, slaat bliksem, blaas wind en stoot oplaas enkele vermoeiende druppels oor ’n dor Pretoria uit. Daarna speel sy weer somer tot die son sak. Jy weet nie hoe jy dit met haar het nie. Jy hoop vir meer, sprei jou palms oop onder die son, dan kom spoel sy haar voshaarkwas af in jou tuin en beweeg aan. Net so.

En aggressief is die regte woord. Kytie kon die poliesvrou hoor aangaan op die werf hier buite. ‘n Regte merrieperd met ‘n stemmetjie soos lap wat skeur. Kytie het deur ‘n gaatjie in die deur vir haar geloer toe sy terugkom van die buitekamers – so ‘n klein vroutjie met ‘n skielike gesig. Bits en snipperig, ‘n lang kennetjie soos ‘n rooskewer. Maar bebliksemd soos tien.

Luister, liefling, ek hét jou lief, ek is bereid, méér, om altyd by jou te bly. Verstaan jy? Maar voordat jy só na my toe kan kom, is ek bang vir álle hoop, álle oorgawe gee aan moontlikhede … alewig moontlikhede … Ek wil nie “gedood word deur ’n droom”, om myself aan te haal nie. En dit sal vernietigend wees vir ons verhouding soos dit nou is. En daarom probeer ek, ten spyte van my eenheid en verbondenheid met jou, om dinge maar te aanvaar soos hulle is: goed, as ek nie by ander mans mag gaan lê nie – ek kan verstaan dat jy jaloers sal wees omdat jy my liefhet, maar Estelle is daarom ook tog iémand, én wat jy eenmaal liefgehad het, en by wie jy blý, en ek NEUL nie so nie!

Bloed op ’n blom. Goed. Om ’n lang storie kort te maak. Ek staan hier met my hakke teen die voetenent van haar graf en die kort loop teen my voorkop. My duim is op die sneller. My wysvinger op die hamer. My hand ruk onder die gewig. Maar ek hou hom lynreg gerig. Solank Moses sy hand opgehou het, was Israel die sterkste en wanneer hy sy hand laat sak het, die Amalekiete. Is dit U sagte hand hier onder my elmboog vandag? Want dit help net mooi niks. Die dêm ding raak swaar. Hoe lank staan ek al hier? Hoeveel vrae gevra? Hoeveel antwoorde gekry? Niks. Time-fokken-out. Tyd het nog nooit so min beteken, na so min geruik of so sag geklink nie. Tyd was nog nooit so ontydig nie. Dalk proe tyd na die binnekant van jou mond, na die laaste ding wat daar deur is. Soos ’n vloekwoord. ’n Sug. Of ’n naam. Ek rol my tong een keer deur. Nog ’n sintuig klok uit. As ek haar naam net mag proe. Maar dis nie meer daar nie. Daar is niemand wat sal kom as ek haar naam roep nie. En dis my skuld. En ek kan net nie daardie kruis alleen dra nie. Ek is nie Job nie, Ma. Ek kan nie toekyk terwyl die gode deals maak onder my neus nie. Die lyn wat Goed en Kwaad skei loop eintlik dwarsdeur elke mens. Deur my ook, sê jy. Maar links hou op ’n tiekie is sommer baie inspanning vir ’n ou sonder ’n plan B. Ek wil nie meer nie. Beproewinge bevry my nie soos vir Job nie. Dit beleër my. Rampe maak my nie sterker nie. Dit troef my. Ondervinding bevry ander, maar maak my swaarder. En ek voel my omsingel vandag. Fyngedruk soos ’n mot. Die gode het gewen. Ek glo nie meer in dinge-sal-regkom nie. Ek het my geloof in God en goeie vooruitsigte so saam-saam verloor. My verhemelte wil die heil en onheil nie meer onderskei nie. My hemele stuur die Eliaswolke en reënnewels tegelyk. Ek kyk nie eers meer op nie. Dis nie dat ek nie weet nie. Dis dat ek te veel weet maar die deugde nie uitmekaar kan ken nie. Om jouself om die lewe te bring is soveel anders as om iemand anders dood te maak. Soveel moeiliker. Jy weet, selfmoord is sneaky. Die een helfte van jou brein probeer jou oorreed dat die ander helfte lieg. Links priem jou met redes om te gaan en regs por jou om te vertoef, soos vir ’n loopdop. Maar dié koeël sal my kwytskeld. As jy in die kort loop van ’n .38 Special staar, kan jy die merkies op die stomp loodpunte van die ander vier patrone sien. Nie dat ek hulle ooit nodig sal kry nie. Op hierdie afstand sal een koeël meer as genoeg wees. Ek kyk vir oulaas om. Ag. Die blomme. Ek laat sak die rewolwer, draai om en haal die mooi ruikers van die groot grafsteen af. Ek kyk rond. Daar is niemand nie. Net die denne. En ’n duif wat roekoek. Dis jammer. Ek wil vir iemand sê mens bloei nie op blomme nie. Wat ’n gedagte moes bly, glip toe uit. Die duif vlieg met trae vlerkslae weg. Mens bloei nie op blomme nie.

Want ek kyk om my rond en ek sien die mense met hulle onnosele slimfone in hulle hande en ek weet hulle wil vergeet. Hulle wil vergeet dat die lewe so kort is soos 'n vonk of 'n weerligstraal.... .....Ons het die Waterberge vergeet, die Langkloof vergeet, die Karoo, die Murgland, die Weskus. Ons vergeet hoe hoog die Hoëveld, hoe laag die Laeveld is. Ons het die veld vergeet. 'n Binneveld vol liefde en verwondering. 'n Plek waar bome groei en waar ons nuwe tale kan aanleer.

It was past midnight. From the carpark of the apartment blocks, a human figure with an unsteady gait emerged.

A special medycyn for the pestilence.—In primis, 1 hanfull off marigollen, 1 hanfull off fetherfew, and halffe a hanfull off rewe, and 1 hanfull of burno, a quantyte off dragons off the lewys or the mores, and 1 hanfull off sorrel; and thake alle these erbys toghether, and whasche them in rynnyng whater, and than take a potell off runnyng whater, and sethe the all your erbys in the pottell of water, tylle hyt be sodyn to a quarte, and soo take hit the syke blode warme.

The current ethnicity-stressing and monocultural religious education is likely to narrow the perspectives and attitudes of SGKA young people to different cultures and to the values of the wider society by educating them with only a Korean world view.8

First of all, Christian religious education in the KA church is ethnic identity–promoting education. The ethnicity issue is directly related to the first-generation churchgoers’ concept of the ethnic church as a Korean culture–keeping institution as well as a religious organization.3

silint is better then loud soo keep calm and keep silent

reading is soo impotant no reading no job no job no money no money no chuckey cheese

The universe is soo huge, it would be a pity if we were alone

Lees is vir die gedagtes soos oefening is vir die liggaam

사랑 하 고 사랑 양쪽에서 태양을 느낄 것입니다.

사랑에 대 한 중력을 비난할 수 없습니다.

저희가 항상와 나 서로 미소, 미소는 사랑의 시작.

사랑은 다른 사람의 행복은 자신 보다 더 중요 한 때 이다. 에 읽기:

사랑을 찾을 것이 아닙니다. 사랑은 당신을 발견 하는 것 이다.

때로는 심장이 본다 어떤 눈에 보이지 않습니다.

Na die halfeeuwending het die Franse glans begin taan. Soos ook die belangrikheid van die Franse taal wat al hoe meer voor wêreldwye Engels moet wyk. Die intelligentsia het begin dwaal, geflirt met die Marxisme, of begin om die nuwe gode, die media, en by uitstek die internasionale vervlakking van TV aan te hang. Om self op die kassie te verskyn. 'La trahison des clercs', die verraad van die klerke, noem kritikus Julien Benda dit. Wie kan vandag nuwe groot name in die Franse skrywerswêreld opnoem? Wanneer laas het 'n bekende Franse skrywer die Nobelprys verower? Wie ken Claude Simon? Die styl en dinamiek van stede kom en gaan. Ook dié van beskawings. Dit lyk of die hele Weste op die afdraand van geld is. Op die oomblik is daar geen stad ter wêreld wat Parys se vroeg 20ste-eeuse roem kan ewenaar nie. Miskien amper New York? Ons sien dit ook in die Afrikaanse letterkunde wat 'n sekere elegansie verloor vir 'n brute en verwarde herwaardering van prioriteit in die Suider-Afrika waarin ons woon.

didn’t find a girl—not that I looked very hard—but I did find a speakeasy on Beaubien Street, near the waterfront.

The train lurched and I saw my face in the window again. I wanted to calm the scared kid who was looking back at me, but didn’t know how.

It’s gonna be locked.” He fished in his pocket and handed me a key. “If things blow up, you swiped this from me. Got it?” “Got it. Thanks.