Tanya Quotes

It took him forever to get to downtown Vancouver although Tony had to admit that saving the world by public transportation was a particularly Canadian way to do things.

Violence is never the answer but sometimes, like with cockroaches, it is the only possible response.

Saya harap saya bisa melatih keberanian bicara dengan melatih keberanian bertanya: benarkah pikiran dan dugaan-dugaan saya sendiri?

Kalau teman-temanmu tanya, kenapa bapakmu dicari-cari polisi. Jawab saja, karena bapakku orang berani.

Prisons are full of sociopaths and psychopaths, but when questioned, the imprisoned sociopath will honestly admit that they will commit any number of crimes to help a friend. A friend will help you move; a true friend will help you move a body. A friend will bail you out of jail; a true friend will be sitting beside you. Who wouldn’t want to have a true friend? But they sound a lot like a sociopath.

I'm sorry." About what?" He shrugged, made uncomfortable by the question."I'm not sure. It's a Canadian thing.

There’s Ambien-in-alcohol weird and then there’s Ambien-mistaken-for-cocaine weird.

yang menjadi persoalan bukan apa yang kita tanyaka tapi bagaimana kita bisa mendengar jawaban. .78.

Barry had done it with her, the girl I loved, and it had meant nothing to him; Tanya would die and no one would care; and there were billions of bodies alive on earth and they would all be buried and ground into dirt; and Picasso was a master at age sixteen and I was a perfect shit.

Isn't that just like a man. 450-fucking-years-old and he's still thinking with his balls!

Don't overestimate everyone else and underestimate yourself

I need COFFEE to help me change the things I can... and WINE to help me accept the things I can't!

Few know it, but the Devil rewards insurrection. After all, rebellion is the original sin, and he did conceive it.

From what I've witness, honesty didn't really make anyone happy. The truth was a punch to the gut, and while you were falling, a knee to the face, then you could lie on the floor and bleed for a spell.

It was like this blackness that crept into the corners of my life until everything was grey and dirty. My insides felt burnt out, like if you cut me open, all you would find would be smoke. No heart. No bones. There was nothing left, just the anger. It followed me everywhere. It sat on my bed and watched me sleep and when I had to eat, it looked at me across the table.

merriment, making certain they understood it was a game where

There’s no English equivalent for silovik. It doesn’t translate succinctly because to create something as Machiavellian as a silovik requires both the KGB and the GRU, and then a shift from communism to capitalism followed by a gear-grinding reverse into despotism.

Both Bratva and thieves in law would like to call themselves nihilists and anarchists because they don’t support the established government, but they govern nonetheless, and you can’t be an anarchist unless you follow its rule. Crime and anarchy are no more synonymous than nihilism and existentialism, or fatalism and determinism; so many isms there was bound to be a schism.

We are product of the immense torque that propels this universe. We are not individuals but a great accumulation of all that lived before.

The absolute truth is a wicked sort of rush. It's far more amusing than any lie. Both have the potential to empower and to hurt, but the truth is emotionally superior. Few people could fault you for it, not when you got ethics on your side. The truth is morally unassailable. But is has no pity. It is merciless.

She was his dawn of bliss He was her dusk of wounds, Each day they came up to See and touch They couldn't stay for long But they looked perfect together ~

You aren't even angry with me anymore, Stefan, so let me up." He didn't budge. "It would be a misconception on your part, little Tanya, if you are thinking I have to be angry to make love to you." His head bent, his lips grazing her cheek all the way to her ear. With his warm breath sending tingles all over her, he continued in a whisper, "I wanted you last night, today a dozen times, right now more than ever. Tell me to love you, Tanya. Demand it of me!

Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.

Do you know the difference between neurotics and psychotics?” He answered before I could speak, “Neurotics build castles in the sky; psychotics move into them.” And

Manusia selalu bertanya-tanya tentang banyak hal. Mengapa kita bertemu, mengapa orang-orang harus berpisah, kenapa beberapa orang tidak bisa bersama, mengapa waktu tak dapat diputar kembali. Apa alasannya, aku tidak tahu. Tapi aku yakin, segala sesuatu beralasan. Unmei, sadame, hitsuzen – nasib, takdir, hal-hal yang tak dapat dihindari, semuanya memiliki peran dalam hidup kita. Mungkin kita tidak mengetahui alasannya sekarang, tapi suatu hari nanti, segalanya akan lebih jelas.” - Tomoki

Hidup adalah soal keberanian, menghadapi yang tanda tanya, tanpa kita mengerti tanpa kita bisa menawar. Terimalah dan hadapilah.

The classic caricature of a Russian knocking back shot after shot of vodka is not a misrepresentation.

From what I’d witnessed, honesty didn’t really make anyone happy. The truth was a punch to the gut, and while you were falling, a knee to the face, then you could lie on the floor and bleed for a spell.

Do you know the difference between neurotics and psychotics?” “Neurotics build castles in the sky; psychotics move into them.

jangan tanya apa agamaku. aku bukan yahudi. bukan zoroaster. bukan pula islam. karena aku tahu, begitu suatu nama kusebut, kau akan memberikan arti yang lain daripada makna yang hidup di hatiku.

Empty words show an empty mind, and silence speaks most eloquently of all.

A friend will help you move; a true friend will help you move a body. A friend will bail you out of jail; a true friend will be sitting beside you. Who

Ia semakin larut ditemani sebatang rokok kretek, bertanya-tanya apakah revolusi sungguh-sungguh bisa terjadi, apakah ada kemungkinan bahwa tak ada manusia yang menindas manusia lain.

Some men are terrified by the dark nature of the Moon, but not the Devil. The Devil is afraid of nothing he can fuck. And there’s very little the Devil won’t stick his dick in. He’ll bugger the Priest, orgy with Art, and rape the shit out of Justice. The whole of the Universe is the only hole he won’t try to fill.

I was an inexperienced fifteen-year-old sociopath who had never had any depth of emotion.

The foxes run. The foxes die. I mourn them, but I understand that there is danger in mourning for those who would not mourn for you in return. Empathy is for those who can afford it. Empathy is for the privileged. Empathy is not for Nature.

As long as I held the angel mask firmly over my demonic smile, no one doubted my honesty. I

In my case, intelligence was a disease that had led to a psychotic episode.

When corporate executives get really excited, they leverage their learnings against comprehension to revolutionize English.

He was praying for my soul. And he had a great many concerns. I stared at the carpet wondering when it was going to end, telling myself I needed to figure out this religion thing before I went any further, promising I would never make light of it again in front of someone who could put me on my knees.   ~~~~~~

Even though this was going to be the biggest act I had ever put on, I intended to play it as I always had—pure improvisation, all on impulse, with little more known than I would be playing the part of a countess.

What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?

Maybe we'll burn bright for a few weeks then collaps in on ourselves, but thats how galaxies are made anyway.

Most people don't care who's in charge as long as someone is.

Toronto's already ass-deep in cockroaches and conservatives; what's one more lower life-form?

The truth was a punch to the gut, and while you were falling, a knee to the face, then you could lie on the floor and bleed for a spell. Ed

Sure, a man’s home is his castle, but if he shares it with a woman, he knows his rule is limited.

In Russia, unwarranted smiles mark a person as either a hustler or an imbecile.

Better the comfort of a lie than the absurdity of the truth.

She had the prettiest eyes & prettiest smile with Wounds on her heart and bruises on her soul~

We all know what we had, don’t we? We just never thought we could lose it.

Barangkali nenek moyang kita mengunyah pohon-pohon itu,” kata seorang guru sekolah pada muridnya. “Kenapa dimakan” tanya seorang bocah, datar. “Karena mereka goblok.” Guru itu menjelaskan bahwa manusia rakus. Kata goblok di jaman kami ini berarti rakus di jaman dahulu. Sekian lama aku hidup, kehidupan hanyalah kontinuitas yang membosankan.

All my life, all I'd ever heard was: Emily's so shy, Emily's so quiet, Emily's so clever. Thinking back on it now, I don't know if I was ever any of those things, or if I just became shy and quiet and clever because everyone said I was.

Ternyata kamu masih selalu kalah oleh keadaan. Lihat, bahkan memaksa kodok berdiri tegap masih lebih mudah daripada mengakuiku. Karena setiap mereka tanya siapa aku, kamu akan terdiam, paling tidak menarik nafas. Jadi mana mungkin kamu mengundangku datang ke rumahmu yang besar, yang hanya berisikan banyak pertanyaan?

I tell you what I won't put up with. You chose how to behave.

My best testimonies are from the times I thought I couldn't survive.

The birth of a legend is the death of a hero. Every man wishes to die a hero. A hero’s death is glorious!

For a moment, Blake said nothing. After chewing on her venom for a moment, he shrugged. “I would rather you hate me for who I am than love me for who I’m not.

I don’t know if that’s ever happened to you, if you’ve loved someone, loved who they are, then found out they’re not that person after all. It doesn’t just break your heart, does it? It breaks you. Then you’re not who you thought you were, either.

This is where my lesson was learned: pain is to be expected, courage is to be welcomed. There is no choice but to endure. There is no other way than to renounce self-doubt. It is the time of the Dawning in more ways than one. The sun can rise, and so can I

Let me introduce you to my wife.” It was the first time Edward had said that word since it was officially true; he seemed like he would explode with satisfaction saying it now. The Denalis all laughed lightly in response. “Tanya, this is my Bella.

What doesn’t KILL me makes me stronger… Except for the extinction of COFFEE… that might kill me.

In Ojibwe and Cree culture, leadership didn't mean power; it meant caring.

With the amount of diazepam in me, I should have been content to lie back and let events unfold as they may, and my curiosity did for a moment consider it, but then a punch of panic reminded me that people far saner than I were murdered for less in more conspicuous locations.

Not everyone knows how to say I love you so learn to hear the different ways they tell you. They say it all the time.

It's not what you go through that makes you strong: it is how you handle the situation that gives you strength.

Sometimes success is simply being able to drink an entire cup of coffee while it's still hot.

If you are living in silence With violence in your bones Sorrow in your marrow Blood running cold Heal I beg you Heal I beg you Heal I beg you Heal

Respect is not the equivalent to 'liking' a student or teacher; it is the ability to have a high regard for the role of another. In order to receive respect, we should demonstrate it first...

Love the stale glitter on your tired face and the tangled bird’s nest you call hair. Love your wobbly messiness, bad grammar, and sailor cussing flair. Love the crystals falling out of your bra and the feathers stuffed in your pocket. Love the scariness of what you know is held in your little heart locket.

The world tilted slightly sideways. 'I think I need to sit down.' The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he'd already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded.

What are you on, Samuel?" This was easier, he glanced down. "Laminate.

Oh, for fuck's sake; sometimes a raccoon is just a raccoon!

When you nationalize the expenditures but privatize the revenue, everything is profit.

There are scores of people who have never recovered, or been recovered, from an FSB interrogation. They’re a hard organization to describe because nothing like the FSB exists in the USA. To get even remotely close, you’d have to ask the CIA to birth a seven-headed hydra with the faces of the FBI, DEA, NSA, Immigration, Border Patrol, Coast Guard, and the Navy Seals with a hangover and a grudge.

And maybe she isn't the one. Maybe we'll burn bright for a few weeks then collapse in on ourselves, but Mr. Moreno says that's how galaxies are made anyway.

Man needs money and power before he acquires mate. His value determines what is on offer.

You know why farmer always kills fox? Fox can never take just enough. You ever see chicken house after fox comes? Chicken house is nothing but feathers and shit. Feathers and shit everywhere. Fox sees opportunity and loses mind. Fox cannot stop killing. Fox will spend all night burying bodies. More than fox can ever eat. Why? Because fox always goes too far.

She throws her head back and laughs and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

He didn't lie he just gave her false hopes~

There are secrets hidden in our flesh. Our cells being born and dying with the same force that makes galaxies form and deconstruct.

Lapangan itu sekarang kosong. Rumput menjadi rebah karena disana telah dilakukan lebih dari satu permainan, tetapi di tengah-tengah semua itu, setangkai bunga liar menarik perhatianku. Warnanya ungu terang dan berdiri tegak di tempat ratusan yang lain di sekitarnya lumat. Aku bertanya-tanya kalau bunga itu entah bagaimana telah selamat, atau kalau ia pernah terinjak sebelumnya tetapi menolak untuk rebah. (hal 173)

Why do you hate her, Emily?" "For reminding me that I did this to myself.

It doesn't feel like it now, but one day you'll be scared of becoming the person you are today.

Claire "The Elysian Fields Guest House? Why didn't he just call it the Vestibule to Hell?" Dean "Because that would be bad for business?" From Summon the Keeper

Time has a way of eternally looping us in the same configurations. Like fruit flies, we are unable to register the patterns. Just because we are the crest of the wave does not mean the ocean does not exist. What has been before will be again.

He lifted his gaze to the framed photograph of Tanya and him taken on their wedding day. God, she had been lovely. Her smile had come through her eyes straight from her heart. He had known unequivocally that she loved him. He believed to this day that she had died knowing that he loved her. How could she not know? He had dedicated his life to never letting her doubt it.

The absolute truth is a wicked sort of rush. It’s far more amusing than any lie. Both have the potential to empower and to hurt, but the truth is emotionally superior. Few people could fault you for it, not when you’ve got ethics on your side. The truth is morally unassailable. But

Dexter thrust a pamphlet into Samuel's hand. "Greenstreet Mission. We're doing a Christmas dinner. You can get a meal and hear the word of God." Samuel smiled in relief. This, finally, he understood. "Which word?" "What?" "Well, God's said a lot of words, you know, and a word like 'it' or 'the' wouldn't be worth hearing again but its always fun listening to Him try and say aluminum.

Those who can adapt to the sudden paradigm shift and new environment do. Obey the rules. Search for the loopholes. Sneer at the guidelines despite being bound by them. In the end, everyone learns that rules are necessary to make the system run smoothly.

this morning I go to pay for breakfast and there, right there at the Kroger check-out, staring me in the face is a national magazine with your picture on the cover. Counterfeit Countess, it said. In great big, bold type: Counterfeit! Countess! Counterfeit,” he reiterated, “a word interchangeable with forgery and often associated with arrest.” Ah, yes. Patrice had called from Austin and warned me she had sold the story to Woman’s World magazine. “Last sentence?” Mittwede asked. “You know what it is?’ “No, I’ve not seen it.” “Tanya says, ‘I’m going to grow up and be a con artist.’” It had struck me as pretty funny when I said it, but Mittwede had better delivery. I think it was the hysteria. He was saying, “I remember that story. That was like a year and a half ago. You didn’t tell me you were that girl, the Dallas Countess. I already knew the story but I read it again, and I know all the cops have read it again, too. And now your picture is with Passport Services and at the check-out counter. You think federal agents don’t buy groceries? You’re fucking crazy. We’re going to be arrested.” “You maybe need to take a Valium.” “I threw them all in the fire!”   ~~~~~~

When I say I love you, Ash, I don't mean that I love you in the way that I love Basquiat or oat milk lattes, I mean that I love you. All that you are and all that you will be and I can't wait to find out who that person is.

I call myself an agnostic, but I'm more like an atheist; though admittedly, an atheist who pays respect to religion. I'm both a skeptic and an optimist, a cynic and an idealist. I rely on reason yet I am superstitious. It makes no sense, I know, but there it is nonetheless.

: don't worry about dying, because while you're worrying about that, you won't notice the tiny thousand ways that you die every day. Everything someone tells you to grow up. Each time someone tells you to be realistic. Every time someone tells you that you're too much and not enough, all at once. Don't listen to them. You don't need to be better than anyone else, you just need to be better than who you used to be." Pgs 355-356

Ada orang yang menghabiskan waktunya berziarah ke Mekah. Ada orang yang menghabiskan waktunya berjudi di Miraza. Tapi aku ingin menghabiskan waktuku di sisimu, sayangku. Bicara tentang anjing-anjing kita yang nakal dan lucu. Atau tentang bunga-bunga yang manis di lembah Mendalawangi. Ada serdadu-serdadu Amerika yang mati kena bom di Banang (?) Ada bayi-bayi yang mati lapar di Biafra. Tetapi aku ingin mati di sisimu, manisku. Setelah kita bosan hidup dan terus bertanya-tanya tentang tujuan hidup yang tak satu setan pun tahu Mari sini sayangku Kalian yang pernah mesra, yang pernah baik, dan simpati padaku Tegaklah ke langit luas atau awan yang mendung. Kita tak pernah menanamkan apa-apa, kita tak'kan pernah kehilangan apa-apa.

A quick check on the platoon showed everyone more or less enjoying the flight. "Whatever it is you're eating, Ressk, swallow it before we land," [said Staff Sergeant Kerr]. "No problem, Staff." "More like whoever he's eating," Binti muttered beside him. "You ought to count your fingers," he suggested. "You're too serley stupid to notice one missing." "Maybe you ought to gren sa talamec to." "That's enough, people." When the Confederation first started integrating the di'Taykan and the Krai into what was predominantly a human military system, xenopsychologists among the elder races expected a number of problems. For the most part, those expectations fell short. After having dealt with the Mictok and the H'san, none of the younger races - all bipedal mammals - had any difficulty with each other's appearance. Cultural differences were absorbed into the prevailing military culture and the remaining problems were dealt with in the age-old military tradition of learning to say "up yours" in the other races' languages. The "us against them" mentality of war made for strange bedfellows.

Josie Now, I have never understood all that he’s-my-other-half soul mate stuff or when people sometimes talk about having an empty pace inside or that they’re missing pieces or something. But then he walked over and fit himself right into my puzzle. Nicolette It never occurred to me I couldn’t change the way things are whenever I wanted to. I mean, I’ve always been the one calling the shots… Avivia He has a way of sliding out of trouble, plays the innocent really well. Grown-ups seem to think he’s such a good boy. They are so wrong. This boy gets any girl he wants. Why does he want me?

You may look at other beautiful Queens in your life doing their Queenly work with calm, confident efficiency and think you could never be like them… … And you won’t. Because the truth is, no one will rule your realm like you. Your crown will not be identical to the crown of other Queens. There has never been another Queen like you before and there never will be. You are uniquely qualified by the mountains you have climbed, caves you have explored, and the treasures you have discovered. But take heed, dear one, you can confidently acknowledge your strengths, talents, and gifts and be humble. You get to choose how you want to rule your realms.

Aku adalah airmata yang terlahir dari rahim ibuku. Aku bukanlah kebahagiaan yang terucap dari kehendak Tuhan. Kehendak yang tidak pernah aku ketahui atau sadari keberadaannya. Aku tak pernah menjelma menjadi sungai, danau atau bahkan laut. Aku bukanlah bianglala yang terlukis dari tangan keindahan. Bukan pula keajaiban matahari yang terbit di pagi hari. Aku adalah burung bulbul yang mati mengenaskan di atas pohon kesedihan. Aku adalah cacing yang dipatuk ayam dipekarangan. Aku adalah luka yang tergores di kulit pohon di halaman kelas lima. Aku adalah kesendirian yang duduk di aula sekolah di sore hari. Bola basket yang memantul ke lantai dan tidak pernah masuk ke dalam keranjang. Sapu ijuk yang tiba tiba beruban karena usia. Aku adalah serangkaian kata tanya yang tak pernah menemukan jawaban. Aku adalah laki laki yang terpenjara oleh ilusi dan pikiran pikiran liarnya sendiri. Aku adalah 0, angka yang terasingkan dari seluruh bilangan cacah. Ia adalah id yang menolak rasa sakit dan menjadikan dirinya kuda binal yang ditunggangi oleh nafsunya sendiri. Ia tak bisa memikirkan hal lain selain rasa lapar yang terpancar dari puting ibunya. Akan tetapi, ia juga adalah seorang serdadu yang kalah perang dan tak tahu arah jalan pulang. Ia adalah aku, air mata yang terlahir dari rahim ibuku.

The root destruction of religion in the country, which throughout the twenties and thirties was one of the most important goals of the GPU-NKVD, could be realized only by mass arrests of Orthodox believers. Monks and nuns, whose black habits had been a distinctive feature of Old Russian life, were intensively rounded up on every hand, placed under arrest, and sent into exile. They arrested and sentenced active laymen. The circles kept getting bigger, as they raked in ordinary believers as well, old people and particularly women, who were the most stubborn believers of all and who, for many long years to come, would be called 'nuns' in transit prisons and in camps. True, they were supposedly being arrested and tried not for their actual faith but for openly declaring their convictions and for bringing up their children in the same spirit. As Tanya Khodkevich wrote: You can pray freely But just so God alone can hear. (She received a ten-year sentence for these verses.) A person convinced that he possessed spiritual truth was required to conceal it from his own children! In the twenties the religious education of children was classified as a political crime under Article 58-10 of the Code--in other words, counterrevolutionary propaganda! True, one was permitted to renounce one's religion at one's trial: it didn't often happen but it nonetheless did happen that the father would renounce his religion and remain at home to raise the children while the mother went to the Solovetsky Islands. (Throughout all those years women manifested great firmness in their faith.) All persons convicted of religious activity received 'tenners,' the longest term then given. (In those years, particularly in 1927, in purging the big cities for the pure society that was coming into being, they sent prostitutes to the Solovetsky Islands along with the 'nuns.' Those lovers of a sinful earthly life were given three-year sentences under a more lenient article of the Code. The conditions in prisoner transports, in transit prisons, and on the Solovetsky Islands were not of a sort to hinder them from plying their merry trade among the administrators and the convoy guards. And three years later they would return with laden suitcases to the places they had come from. Religious prisoners, however, were prohibited from ever returning to their children and their home areas.)