Sora Quotes

Jimmy: When you die, I die Sora: Wow, that's some serious relationship!

Caroline: 'You know Sora. I don't. It will hurt you. It won't hurt me. Nothing hurts me.' Lake: 'Liar. Just breathing hurts you so bad, you want to beat the snot out of something.

 Sora, don't ever change.

 If two people share one, their destinies become intertwined. They'll remain a part of each other's lives no matter what.

I'm not fooled, assassin. You may think you are removed from us—that you have come to terms with your own mortality—but I still had to drag Sora out of your arms.

The heart may be weak. And sometimes it may even give in. But I've learned that deep down, there's a light that never goes out!

 Thinking of you, wherever you are.  We pray for our sorrows to end,  and hope that our hearts will blend.  Now I will step forward to realize this wish.  And who knows:  Starting a new journey may not so hard  or maybe it has already begun.  There are many worlds,  but they share the same sky-  one sky, one destiny.

Only the future matters, Sora. Guilt is an illusion, a way of lingering on the past. You can't change what happened." He held her eyes , carving himself into her mind. "You are alive. That is what you should worry about. Your thoughts can torture you— but not the dead. They've moved on.

白鳥は 哀しからずや 空の青 海のあをにも 染まずただよふ Shiratori wa kanashikarazu ya Sora no ao umi no ao ni mo somazu tadayou Does not a white bird Feel within her heart forlorn? The blue of the sky The blue of the sea. Neither Stains her, between them she floats.

So you think it's funny to leave me in the house all day with Crash? That man is horribly unsociable, you know." This time Sora and Burn both laughed. Burn's ears twitched.

I don't..." Crash swallowed, "I don't want this to happen again." "What to happen again?" "This, Sora!" he said harshly. She sat back, stunned by the show of emotion.

Cam il ignora pe domnul Cole si se aproprie de mama lui Luce, ducandu-i mana la buze inainte sa fi facut cineva prezentarile. - Dumneavoastra trebuie sa fiti sora mai mare a lui Luce, spuse el cu dezinvoltura.

A scattered dream that’s like a far-off memory, A far-off memory that’s like a scattered dream. I wanna line the pieces up yours and mine.

Yes, she was still breathing—and by the gods, he would keep her that way!

Why are you so infuriatingly blind? Everything I do-every damn word I say-is with you in mind." -Crash

We all have demons, Crash," she said quietly. "But you don't have to let them define you.

Crash smiled slowly. He didn't waste words while fighting. It was useless to taunt the dead.

- E piciorul meu. - Ba nu e deloc piciorul tau! replica sora Cramer. Acest picior apartine guvernului SUA.

You know, small stars, large stars, they shine equally bright in the night sky. -Sora Kitazawa

I should have acted sooner. Saved him. It was in my power.” Her throat closed painfully. Then Crash did something unexpected. He sat down on the bed, his hand landing close to her face, gazing down at her intently. For reasons unknown, Sora felt her breath catch, her chest constrict peculiarly.

I'm not alone. My friends are inside me . . our hearts are connected!

Saat orang yang kau sayang adalah orang yang membuatmu sakit paling dalam, kau tetap tidak bisa memungkiri kalau kau tidak akan pernah bisa membencinya - apalagi melupakannya.

I only know one word. It means friend. I said it in her ear 'Sora. Sora. Sora.'" "And who taught you this Charynite word for friend?" "Phaedra of Alonso did. She said it was the prettiest word in Charyn." And Lucien ached to hear those words.

This world is just a crappy game.

Your thoughts can torture you-but not the dead. They've moved on.

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Crash studied her. Sometimes he seemed to understand her silence better than her words.

Ba nu e deloc piciorul tau! replica sora Cramer.Acest picior apartine guvernului SUA.

Aye, get to cover! 'Tis a Kraken!” Sora

Swaying from side to side, bent almost double, Sora still thought he was the most beautiful sight in the world. Crash

Please tell me you haven't given yourself to Hri Sora." She shook her head. "Is that no, you have, or no, you haven't? Dragon's teeth!" Eanrin ran his hand down his face.

Burn stepped up to the side of the horse and pulled Sora from Crash's arms. Crash was reluctant to let go.

Pheasant was there in an instant, throwing the IceWing off Sora, but the ice dragon came back at them with her mouth

I know exactly who to kill. A freezing shiver rattled down Moon’s spine. Sora.

Dar, în toate acele dimineți de tristă întoarcere din vis, aveam ceva de care să mă prind, un motiv de înviorare: știam că voi evada în larg, pe coclauri, unde voi fi stăpân pe mine și liber să-mi aleg jocurile și isprăvile, animal zburdalnic, fără întrebări și nedumeriri. Era suficient s-o aud pe sora mică în curte, ca să mă regăsesc, să sar de sub plapumă, să-mi leg strâns brăcinarul larg al pantalonilor și să plec, cu ea de mână, printre bălării - amândoi îmbujorați și sprinteni, în soarele pe care-l bănuiam numai al nostru și al mărăcinilor.

(Oh, Dumnezeule, sora mea care are legătură cu mine este o din aia - o ciudată, o lipsă, una căreia nu poți să i-o tragi, o sub-dezvoltată și care nici măcar nu merită să fie făcută ilegală.)

It was Icicle. The memory faded, but the destroyed feeling hung heavily in Moon’s chest. “She killed Crane,” Sora sobbed into Umber’s shoulder. “I saw her. I saw her. She’s the one who killed our sister.

Las personas sonríen por varios motivos; pero, principalmente, hay cuatro tipos de sonrisas: la que pones por lo bueno, la que pones por lo malo, la que pones y es tuya, y la que pones a modo de disculpa.

Se apropie și fratele lui, își pune o mână, cu nepăsare, pe umărul lui Joe, și asta îl transformă instantaneu pe Joe în fratele mai mic - junghiul din inima mea e ascuțit și subit - eu nu mai sunt sora mai mică. Nu mai sunt soră, punct.

A videó elindult, a legeslegelső kép Ricsi, ahogyan belefejel a kamerába, majd rögtön azután elindul a Papa Roach Last Resort című dala, és egyszerűen mindenki megőrül a felvételen. Andris és Robi ugrál, Kinga vörös fejjel ordít, Gábor idegesen csapkod Dave felé, aki a szabad kezével (amelyikkel nem kamerázik) a fülét pöckölgeti. Én a padomon ülve olvasok, majd visszadobom az ölembe esett szendvicset (?), Virág a székén ugrál (eredetileg egy Kispál és a Borz számra, de, ugye, ez ezen a felvételen nem hallatszik), Cortez lesöpri a padjára rakott papírokat, Ricsi meg páros lábbal tapos rajta. Zsolti a terem végéből nekifut, és kitartott karral leveri a csontváz fejét, majd pankrátor módjára rá is ugrik a földön heverő Carlosra. Ezután bevágások kajacsatáról, üdítőköpködésről, mutogatásról a kamerának (cenzúra, Dave kikockázta), metálvillák és kinyújtott nyelvek (Andris és Robi), lökdösődés (Karcsi a termünkben járt), Macu a felmosórongyot lóbálva próbál ninjitsuzni (valami japán harcművészet), Zsolti azonnal felveszi vele szemben a harci pózt, majd vágóképek következtek arról, hogy milyen sora van nálunk Carlosnak, a csontváznak. Virág megöleli, én kezet fogok vele (nálam maradt a karja), Zsolti belenyúl a szemébe, Andris és Robi bordán csapják, Kinga megpróbálja visszatenni a fejét, Cortez napszemüveget ad rá, Ricsi lefejeli, Jacques és Gábor pedig két oldalról átkarolják, amolyan „haveri" stílusban. A zene véget ért, az utolsó kép, immáron hanggal, hogy felröhögünk valamin a teremben, aztán elsötétül a jelenet. Itt azt hittem, vége, és már ki akartam nyomni, amikor még egyszer kivilágosodott a képernyőm, és Máday jelent meg, ahogyan a termünkben áll a tanári asztal mellett. – Tizenegyedik bé! Elegem van belőletek! – mondja idegesen. És ekkor tényleg véget ér a felvétel.

It didn’t matter if my ribs hurt. It didn’t matter if every time I blinked, I saw Sora’s fist coming toward my face. I needed a plan. I needed to be strong. So I just kept running, because come hell or high water, a girl couldn’t afford to be weak or human at a time like this.

Nothing is all right, nothing, she caught from Sora’s brain. There were fragments of terror and memories of battles and fire jolting through the mud pool in Sora’s mind, and she could tell Sora really would have preferred to be tranquilized again, but she’d forced herself to come down here. Icicle,

Some days we make mistakes,” she said gently. “We feel like we take a step backward, or even worse, like we aren’t true to ourselves. Sometimes, our lives change dramatically and yet we still feel stuck in the same place. But every day, we have the chance to start anew. ” She reached out and touched his jaw. “We're all headed somewhere, and with each new day, we get a little better and a little wiser. You showed me that. You're not going to lose yourself, Crash...and you're not going to lose me, either.

In inima omenească există atîta încăpăţînată speranţă! Pînă şi oamenii cei mai desprinşi de toate sfarşesc uneori prin a accepta iluzia. Această aprobare dictată de nevoia de linişte este sora lăuntrică a consimţămîntului existenţial. Există astfel zei de lumină şi idoli de noroi. Dar noi trebuie să aflăm calea de mijloc ce duce către chipurile omului.

Now that we're all together, nothing can stop us!

I'm being sentimental, she thought, and turned to her room. He's an assassin. He doesn't care.

He cared about the girl—maybe, partially, why not—but it was only because she was still alive. If she had been killed in the fight, would he have fussed over her empty body?

Burn turned to the doorway, his expression not exactly welcoming. "Finished sulking, have you? Pay your respects to our little heroine. She saved our lives." "I know," was the sour response.

You almost died!” he said sharply. “Dorian is gone, and I don't want any more innocents killed—not at my expense, not at anyone's expense!" She looked at him seriously. This, from an assassin?

Tu stii ca nu-i nici o fericire sa vezi ce-i inlauntrul omului, pentru ca nici acolo, nici in afara lui lucrurile nu sunt asezate o data pentru totdeauna si se schimba pana sa apuci sa spui ce si cum.

The assassin nodded. His eyes glinted in amusement, holding her gaze for a moment too long. And perhaps she saw his expression soften...but she didn't want to read too much into it. She gave him a little wave and turned to leave, her heart pounding strangely in her chest. She remembered the brush of his strong calloused hands, his long nimble fingers, and his arms trapping her against the railing, She thought of his full attention upon her, observing each small movement, every flaw and breath. Tomorrow they would train again. Her stomach tightened at the thought. She hoped he didn't notice her response to his touch-but deep down inside, she knew he saw everything.

No, I’m good, just ribs saying no climbing you.” Ravi made a frustrated face, his nose crinkling up. “But I want to climb you.” “Absolutely no climbing me—” Ravi made a high-pitched whine of protest, already shaking his head. “—until the bandages come off,” Sora finished, amused again. “You’ve really got to let me finish my sentences, dear heart.” “But you start off saying really awful things,” Ravi protested. “Just checking, but I can totally climb you later, right?

Mely vad volt, gondos, gyöngéd kezelésnek a révén, Nap mint nap feljebb űzték a hegyekre az erdőt, Hogy lent mindig több hely jusson a megművelésre. Hogy számukra vetőföld, dús szőlő, patak és rét Jusson a halmokon és rónákon, s közben olajfák Kék sora futhasson szanaszét ágazva a dombok, Völgyek, rónák hajlatain s azokat teleszője. Mint ahogyan most változatos bájjal beborítva Tündöklik minden megrakva nemes faju fákkal, s dúsan termő cserjékkel bekerítve körösleg. (V. könyv, 1356-1365. sor)

Stupid girl, you should have let me die, he thought. Specks of light could be seen against the night sky, distant windows and flickering streetlamps. How many times had he wished for death, for a killing blow? But it seemed the gods weren't done with him yet.

Cine mută vorbele dintr-o limbă într-alta își lasă sufletul pe mâna diavolului (...) Că până tu te gândești și la o vorbă, și la cealaltă, duhul tău stă, nehotărât, pe deasupra vorbelor, mut și neterminat, și nu știe de-i albă ori neagră. Iar cine știe o limbă cu sufletul n-o poate ști pe ailaltă decât cu mintea.

So you don't like fish?” “Not especially,” he replied in an equally soft voice. Then a wicked glint lit his eyes. “Unless it has long, slimy tentacles and suckers, with tiny black eyes that have been boiled in soup...” “Oh, hush!” Sora laughed. “Are you describing yourself? I think I've seen a few tentacles under that cloak...” The assassin grimaced. “You're very clever.” “I learned it from you,” she grinned. “We'll have to put a stop to that.” Sora's grin widened. “You could always throw me to the sea.” Crash laughed. “That wouldn't work. As I recall, you're a very good swimmer.” The compliment was unexpected. He had adopted a deep tone that Sora had never heard before. It sent shivers across her skin and she shifted in her seat, strangely excited. “I could teach you,” she said. “Why don't we have our first lesson in the bath?

Diagnozele clinice sunt importante, întrucât oferă o oarecare orientare, dar ele nu-l ajută cu nimic pe pacient. Punctul decisiv este problema “poveștii” pacientului; căci ea dezvăluie fundalul uman și suferința umană și numai atunci poate începe terapia medicului. Am văzut asta clar și într-un alt caz. Era vorba despre o pacientă bătrână de la secția de femei, în vârstă de șaptezeci și cinci de ani. Venise la spital cu aproape cincizeci de ani în urmă, dar nimeni nu-și mai amintea de momentul internării ei; toți muriseră între timp. Doar o soră-șefă, care lucra în această instituție de treizeci și cinci de ani, mai știa câte ceva din povestea ei. Bătrâna nu mai putea vorbi și nu putea consuma decât hrană lichidă sau semilichidă. Își ducea hrana la gură numai cu ajutorul degetelor. Uneori îi lua aproape două ore pentru o cană de lapte. Dacă nu era ocupată cu mâncarea, făcea niște mișcări ciudate, ritmice, cu mâinile și brațele, cărora nu le înțelegeam natura și sensul. Eram profund impresionat de gradul distrugerii pe care-l poate produce o boală mintală, dar nu găseam nici o explicație. În conferințele clinice era prezentată ca o formă catatonică de demență precoce, ceea ce nu-mi spunea nimic, căci nu mă lămurea absolut deloc în legătură cu semnificația și originea mișcărilor ei ciudate. Impresia lăsată de acest caz asupra mea caracterizează reacția mea la psihiatria de atunci. Când am ajuns medic, am avut senzația că nu pricepeam nimic din ceea ce pretindea psihiatria că este. Mă simțeam extrem de jenat față de șeful meu și de colegii care afișau atâta siguranță, în timp ce eu orbecăiam nedumerit prin întuneric. Consideram că misiunea principală a psihiatriei este cunoașterea lucrurilor care se petrec în interiorul spiritului bolnav, iar despre aceasta nu știam încă nimic. Eram antrenat deci într-o meserie în care nu mă orientam deloc! Într-o seară, târziu, m-am dus prin secție, am văzut-o pe bătrâna cu mișcările ei enigmatice și m-am întrebat din nou: de ce o fi așa? Care o fi explicația? M-am dus la bătrâna noastră soră-șefă și m-am interesat dacă pacienta fusese dintotdeauna astfel. – Da, mi-a răspuns, dar sora dinaintea mea îmi povestea că pe vremuri bolnava confecționa pantofi. Apoi i-am studiat încă o dată vechea poveste; scria despre ea că ar fi avut niște gesturi de parcă ar fi făcut cizmărie. Odinioară, cizmarii țineau pantofii între genunchi și trăgeau firele prin piele cu niște mișcări foarte asemănătoare. (La cizmarii de la sate se mai poate vedea și astăzi.) Pacienta a murit curând și fratele ei mai mare a venit pentru înmormântare. – De ce s-a îmbolnăvit sora dumneavoastră? l-am întrebat. Mi-a povestit că sora lui iubise un cizmar, care însă nu voise să se însoare cu ea dintr-un oarecare motiv și atunci ea “o luase razna”. Mișcările de cizmar arătau identificarea ei cu omul iubit, care a durat până la moarte.

I don't need a weapon. My friends are my power!

A crow hovered above him, drifting in the rain like a strange banner. Swaying from side to side, bent almost double, Sora still thought he was the most beautiful sight in the world.

He broke away again, muttering against her lips. “I will do this,” he said, “until you can't think anymore.” He trailed his lips across her mouth, tendrils of fire slipping through her body. “Then we will go back,” he murmured, “and you will sleep.

Abruptly the wind shifted, and his head snapped up. A scream pierced the air. It skittered across his skin and reverberated through his bones. He shivered. Suddenly, he felt as though a large hand was squeezing his stomach, tighter and tighter, making it impossible to breathe. Danger. Uncertainty. Fear...? Sora! That scream, that pitch, the direction it came from.... Crash found himself running across the ship, bounding toward the docks. Sweet Goddess—no!

E greu să bați, pentru două sute de ruble, guberniile ca guvernantă, dar eu știu, totuși, că sora mea ar prefera să fie negresă pe o plantație ori slugă la un moșier neamț în Letonia, decât să-și pângărească sufletul și să-și piardă demnitatea legându-și viața, numai din interes, de un om pe care nu-l respectă și cu care nu are nimic în comun.

If God exists, then Karma is His bitch "You don't need a reason to live, you just live" -Nero Vanetti, 91 Days Life doesn't exist for a reason. It just does. Though, would've been nice if the human race was never created. "Reality is just a shitty game." - Katsuragi Keima (TWGOK) "This world is just a shitty game." - Sora and Shiro (NGNL) "Real life is just a shitty game." - Serinuma Kae (KHNM)

Azok számára közülünk, akiket szórakoztatnak az ilyesféle dolgok, a huszadik század, ahogy haladt előre, az emberiséget a viselkedési paradoxonok és morális rejtélyek olyan sora elé állította, melyeket eddig nem képzelt, és talán nem is képzelhetett. A tudomány, mely hagyományos ellensége a miszticizmusnak és a vallásnak, egyre inkább megértette, hogy a kvantumfizika által leírt univerzummodell nem sokban különbözik attól az univerzumtól, melyben a taoisták és más misztikusok évszázadokon át éltek. Fiatalemberek sokasága, akik szigorúan strukturált és az ipar által vezérelt társadalmakban nőttek fel, most erőszakos módon tagadják meg az indusztriális szemléletet, és inkább a földműves életforma egy sajátos változatát keresik, amit felmenőik is (állítólag) élveztek, és így kiterjedt kommunális közösségeket hoznak létre, ahol néha, legalábbis kicsiben, a cserekereskedelem dívik. Miközben több ezer dolláros lábbelik hagynak nyomot a Hold felszínén, a Földön gyermekek milliói éheznek. Hiába fáradtunk annyit, hogy létrehozzuk a mennyországot, csak borzalmakkal tudtuk azt benépesíteni. Régi ironikus ellentmondás, de ma is igaz: miközben az ember véres háborúra készül, fennhangon és ékesszólóan élteti a békét. Ez a következetlenség nem a huszadik század találmánya, mégis, ez a század látta e jelenség legszembetűnőbb példáit. Még soha nem ecsetelte az ember a világharmónia iránti vágyát ily meggyőzően, miközben tömegpusztító fegyverek soha nem látott garmadáját halmozta fel. A második világháborút – ahogy tudatták velünk – azért vívtuk, hogy ne legyen több háború. Az atombombát ugyanezen oknál fogva fejlesztettük ki. A háborúk azonban nem szűntek meg. Jelenleg szinte nincs olyan nemzet a Földön, mely ne vívna valamilyen harcot, ha nem a szomszédjával, akkor belső ellenfelével. Továbbá, ahogy számolatlanul költjük a pénzt egy új fegyver megalkotására vagy éppen valamilyen konfliktus finanszírozására a tartós béke érdekében, oly mértékben merítjük ki gazdaságunkat, hogy városaink lepusztulnak, virul bennük a bűnözés, és az embereket kevésbé érdekli a nemzetbiztonság, mint az, hogy anélkül térjenek be késő este a sarki boltba fél liter tejért, hogy kirabolnák őket. Lakóhelyünk, melynek nyugalmáért oly ádáz harcot vívunk, egyre lakhatatlanabbá válik. Háborúkkal és fegyverekkel nem tudtuk legyőzni a háborút. Ebben kudarcot vallottunk.

Az ilyen propagandában rejlő elvek igen egyszerűek. Keressünk egy egyszerű vágyat, mindennapi, nemtudatos félelmet vagy szorongást, találjuk ki, hogyan tudnánk ezt a vágyat vagy félelmet összekapcsolni a termékkel, amit el akarunk adni, aztán verbális vagy képi jelképekkel építsünk egy hidat, amin a vevő ténytől az álomhoz, álomtól ahhoz az illúzióhoz juthat, hogy ha termékünket megveszi, valóra válthatja ezt az álmot. „Nem narancsot veszünk már, hanem életerőt, nem autót, hanem presztízst.” Igaz ez bármi másra is. A fogkrémmel nem egy tisztálkodási- és fertőtlenítőszert veszünk, hanem megszabadulunk a félelemtől, hogy szexuálisan esetleg visszataszítóak vagyunk. A vodkával és whiskyvel nem egy protoplazmás mérget vásárolunk, amely kis mennyiségben pszichikailag kellemesen megnyugtatja az idegrendszert, hanem barátságot és jó haverokat, a Dingley Dell melegét és a Mermaid-taverna ragyogását. Hashajtóinkkal egy görög isten egészségét, Diána egyik nimfájának szépségét vesszük meg, a hónap sikerkönyvével kultúrát, kevésbé olvasott szomszédaink irigységét és a műveltek tiszteletét szerezzük meg. A motivációs elemző minden esetben talál egy mélyen rejlő vágyat vagy félelmet, amelynek energiájával ráveszi a vásárlót, hogy pénzétől megváljon, és így mozgassa az ipar gépezetét. Ez a potenciális energia, amely számtalan egyén agyában és testében rejtőzik, gondosan egymás mellé helyezett jelképek sora révén felszabadul és áthelyeződik, eközben pedig kijátssza a racionalitást és elhomályosítja a valódi problémát.

It was too soon, too quick, too painful. She couldn't believe this was finally the end.   Appropriately, it was still raining the next morning.

The Wulven mage wasn't moving, and Crash knew that he never would move again. He

How do you know my daughter?"  

We have seasonal festivals where men and women can join,” he explained. Sora felt the conversation take a different turn. She hesitated, wondering if this was truly worth knowing about -but curiosity got the best of her. “Join...? You mean... make love?” An odd expression passed over Crash's face. “You could call it that.” (…) She fidgeted with her staff. “And have you participated in these... festivals...?” He cast a glance at her. A wry grin curved along the corners of his mouth. He looked at her a little too long, and it made her stomach squirm, her cheeks flush self-consciously. “Several times,” he said. “Would you like more details?” “Uh, no, I'm fine,” she said briefly. Yes! Her mind admonished. Yes, ask him! No, it would be far too awkward, she could already feel the blush spreading from her cheeks up to her forehead.

Sora and I were separated by the distance of a single night, but it was just the same as being separated by a thousand miles.

You need to decide, Sora. Give up Dalt or give up your child. My son is dying and I’ll do anything in my power to keep that from happening. I can’t force you to be with him, to bond with him, but I can take your child away if it means giving my son something to live for.

... and I saw just how bland and boring my life in Gyeryong had been. But that was all going to change now, I thought, with So-ra alongside me. With her, I'd experience it all. She was my guide, my light, my flare.

You could try to look a little less pleased with yourself every time you turn a new member of my family against me. Sorae used to adore me. Now when I use the front entrance, she tries to take a bite out of my arm.

Is that what you’re angry about?” he asked. “I’m not angry!” “You’re very angry, Sora.” “I am not!” she seethed.

I looked over to Sora. The adandara was batting my friend with its front paw, rolling it around. I considered stopping them, but Sora looked like it was having fun, so I decided to watch and wait. Whenever Sora got pushed away, it would roll back to the adandara and quiver in place. When it did, the adandara would poke and roll him again. They repeated this several times. Is that fun for them?

He hesitated. “I saw the Ignios gryvern a few times while in the army. He’s a mean, nasty brute.” Sorae let out the faintest whine, and an odd pulse of emotion I didn’t understand came across the bond she and I shared. I walked over and itched the underside of her chin.

Not siblings, then. Friends?” I cocked my head. “More than friends?” She arched her head to the sky and let loose a low, mournful howl so thick with emotion it brought tears to my eyes. “Oh, Sorae,” I whispered. “The Kindred separated you thousands of years ago, and you still care for him, even after all this time?” Sorrow soaked the bond in answer. She slumped her head on the ground, her wings falling limp at her sides. I squeezed my arms around her and stroked a hand down her back. “No wonder Tybold’s so cranky. He must miss you, too.” I sat up and looked at her. “He saved me in Ignios, you know. He worked around his King’s orders to protect me and Luther.

Don’t test me today, Taran,” Luther growled. Taran shot me a look and pointed a thumb behind us. “This is your fault,” he mouthed. “Sorae’s getting that thumb,” I mouthed back.

Parcînd în faţa Hotelului Roman, mi-am dat seama că şi fericirea poate fi resemnată, asta e ce o aseamănă cu sora ei veşnică, nefericirea. Rugăciunea, chiar şi nerostită, mi se îndeplinise: primisem cîteva ore alături de singura fiinţă de care aveam să mă îndrăgostesc vreodată. Erau orele din miezul cărora, în nefăcutele mele planuri, trebuia să-mi hrănesc restul vieţii. Ca un pictor care nu poate arăta lumina altfel decît prin umbre, nici eu nu-mi putea reprezenta înălţimea momentului altfel decît respirînd prăbuşirile viitorului.

A kikötőig ért a házam előtt tipródó udvarlók sora, és én már nem bírtam a férfias könnyek árját, kénytelen voltam menekülni.

Saxo Grammaticus, or "The Lettered", one of the notable historians of the Middle Ages, may fairly be called not only the earliest chronicler of Denmark, but her earliest writer. In the latter half of the twelfth century, when Iceland was in the flush of literary production, Denmark lingered behind. No literature in her vernacular, save a few Runic inscriptions, has survived. Monkish annals, devotional works, and lives were written in Latin; but the chronicle of Roskild, the necrology of Lund, the register of gifts to the cloister of Sora, are not literature. Neither are the half-mythological genealogies of

the sickly smell of spilled perfume. Volcrian grasped the body, crumpled in front of the apothecary, cold and limp in the doorway. Petals were strewn around the cobblestones, glints of yellow, blue and white. It had been a horrible mistake. He had warned his brother—but his brother had not listened. He had hoped to meet him here on these steps, to convince him to leave the city, but he was too late. Etienne's enemies had arrived first. His

olden days, before the War, when Wulvens were powerful." But magic was dying for a reason.... Two days ago, a member of the nobility had bought a potion from them. A tonic to make a woman fall in love. But young Etienne botched the tonic; he had forgotten a key ingredient, and it hadn't worked as planned. Volcrian read of the woman's death in the papers: a well-respected noble Lady, suddenly

study in Korea because of unavoidable overseas service, has been tarnished, and the system was rather abused for the children of the rich or was recognized as a special

Various programs that provide supplementary education to children and teenagers, that reduce educational gaps caused by geography and social status, and that provide social (adult) education

It wasn't in his nature to think in terms of friends or enemies, to hold onto bodies, spirits. All beings were momentarily animated, but ultimately impermanent, destined to return to their original state. The living are meant to die, his mentor had once said. They are specks of dust, momentary flashes of light. In this way, you must understand—what is alive now is already dead. But...but the fields, the birds, the forest.... It is an illusion. Everything is Death.

There's nothing you can say, child,” Sora said. “You are stronger for it, the things you have suffered through. But what will you leave in your wake? I see wounds that will not heal, wherever you go.

Dacă aceştia vor fi răpuşi şi ucişi toată 1)1 Samuil 17. 49 urm. puterea duhurilor necurate va slăbi cu uşurinţă, până se va topi cu totul. Cei trei uriaşi ai celui rău, cari sunt socotiţi ca cei mai tari, sunt cele trei rele amintite mai 'nainte: neştiinţa, maica tuturor relelor; uitarea, sora împreună lucrătoare şi slujitoarea ei; şi nepăsarea trândavă, care ţese vestmântul şi acoperemântul norului negru aşezat peste suflet şi care le sprijineşte pe amândouă,

Se spunea chiar ca in Universal timpul nu trecea ca in afara lui, oamenii se schimbau imperceptibil si nu imbatraneau, mai mult ca prezentul fiind - poate chiar din cauza promiscuitatii de nenumarate feluri, cum zicea profesorul de greaca veche - singura vreme posibila.

No matter how deep the darkness, there's a little light that shows.

Sora mea, mireasa mea, tu mi-ai robit inima numai c-o privire a ta si cu colanu-ti de la san.

İnsanlık ve onun oluşturduğu günümüz uygarlığı, yaşanılan sürekli değişimlerle gerçekleşmiştir. Bu evrim, insanoğlunun yeryüzünde var oluş tarihinden başlayarak günümüze değin ürettiği tüm bilgi ve değerlerin kuşaklar arasındaki geçişi ile sağlanmıştır. Bu da ister planlı isterse plansız olsun bir eğitim süreci ile gerçekleşmiştir. Her kuşak öncelikle kendinden önceki kuşağın sahip olduğu bilgi ve değerleri kullanarak hayatını sürdürmüştür. Yaşarken de daha iyi yaşama isteğinin bir sonucu olarak, bu bilgi ve değerlere yenilerini katmıştır. Böylece insanoğlunun birikimli uygarlığı, her geçen gün gelişmiş ve günümüzdeki düzeyine ulaşmıştır.Kültürel birikim insanın yakın çevresindeki bireylerin özellikle de aile bireylerinin taşıyabileceğinden öteye geçmiş o zaman bu işi bilen insanlar, başka bir deyişle eğitimciler devreye girmeye başlamıştır. Böylece eğitim kurumsallaşmaya, öğretmenlik de meslek olmaya başlamıştır.Bu kurumsallaşmanın başını Platon’un kurduğu Akademia (Akademi) bilinen ilk uzman yetiştirme kurumudur çeker.Günümüzde Akademi ilk üniversite olarak kabul görür.Platon’un öğrencisi, ve uzmanlık eğitimi öncesindeki eğitiminin yetersiz olduğunu öngören Aristoteles ise bir dönem sora Platon ile yollarını ayırarak Lyceum (lise)’yi kurar.Lise öğretiminin o dönemdeki başlıca amacı, o dönemde öğrenilmiş olması varsayılmasına rağmen baz eğitimi tekrar sunmak ve hatırlatmak, uzmanlık öncesinde genel kültür dersleri vermektir.Eğitim hakkında görüşler günümüze kadar halen

Deseché esos pensamientos a la papelera de reciclaje. ¿Acaso importaba? Los días se habían vuelto divertidos. Con eso bastaba.

Do you trust me?” he said against her temple as he brushed her hair back. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. “Yes,” she said. “I'll be gone in the morning.” “I know.” “Don't give up on me, Sora,” he said. “Don't be afraid.” She opened her eyes and saw him clearly. “I'm not afraid,” she replied. Then, “Will you return to me?” He didn't answer with words, but with his hands, his lips, every place their skin touched.

Do you trust me?” he said against her temple as he brushed her hair back. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. “Yes,” she said. “I'll be gone in the morning.” “I know.” “Don't give up on me, Sora,” he said. “Don't be afraid.” She opened her eyes and saw him clearly. “I'm not afraid,” she replied. - Ferran's Map

A shooting star, a cloud, or some sign from the Goddess....? One second later, the world shattered. Her father's grumbling voice was suddenly cut off by an ear-splitting crashhhh! The skylight exploded into a million pieces.

He knew Viper well. True to his name, the assassin was as slippery as a snake in the grass.

Sora snorted. "Fine." "Any nightmares? Monsters in your dreams?" "No, surprisingly," she said. It was a lie. She barely slept a wink, flinching and starting at every rustle in the bushes. She muttered, "The only monster around here is Crash." Dorian's eyes widened, then he grinned, looking at her strangely, as though uncertain whether to laugh.

So who am I, then?" she asked instead. "Your student, or just a prisoner? Are you ever going to let me go?" He watched her carefully with venom-green eyes. The question hung between them, naked and vulnerable. Finally, he said "No.

A true human would have collapsed within seconds, but not this assassin. Instead, impossibly, he grabbed Volcrian's hand and twisted it back. Volcrian heard his bones crunch, saw his fingers twist into unnatural shapes.