Tete A Tete Quotes

Jika aku menulis dilarang, aku akan menulis dengan tetes darah!

Kamu tahu kenapa kita mengenang banyak hal saat hujan turun? Karena kenangan sama seperti hujan. Ketika dia datang, kita tidak bisa menghentikannya. Bagaimana kita akan menghentikan tetes air yang turun dari langit? Hanya bisa ditunggu, hingga selesai dengan sendirinya.

Dan ketika tiba, bahkan tembok paling keras pun akan runtuh. Batu paling besar pun akan berlubang oleh tetes hujan kecil yang terus-menerus

Bolehkah menyatakan kerinduan? Perasaan kepada seseorang? Tentu saja boleh. Tapi jika kita belum siap untuk mengikatkan diri dalam hubungan yang serius, ikatan yang bahkan oleh negara pun diakui dan dilindungi, maka sampaikanlah perasaan itu pada angin saat menerpa wajah, pada tetes air hujan saat menatap keluar jendela, pada butir nasi saat menatap piring, pada cicak di langit-langit kamar saat sendirian dan tak tahan lagi hingga boleh jadi menangis. Dan jangan lupa, sampaikanlah perasaan itu pada yang maha menyayangi. Semoga semua kehormatan perasaan kita dibalas dengan sesuatu yang lebih baik. Semua kehati2an, menghindari hal-hal yang dibenci, akan membawa kita pada kesempatan terbaik. Semoga.

Hari ini memanggil-manggilmu, mencoba mendapatkan perhatianmu, tapi kau terpaku pada hari esok dan hari ini pun berlalu tetes demi tetes seperti air di dalam talang.

The Executioner shall not have much trouble, for I have a little neck. I shall be known as La Reine Sans Tete

Zacharie did not learn of the sorrow his wife was living becasue she was careful to hide it. Tete kept that first love, the stromngest in her life, a secret. She mentioned it only rarely because she could not offer Zacharie a passion of the same intensity; the relationship they shared was genntle and free of urgency.

We do not adopt a belief because it is true (they are all true), but because some obscure power impels us to do so. When this power leaves us, we suffer prostration and collapse, a tete-a-tete with what is left of ourselves.

Selalu ada cadangan untuk masa sulit dalam diri manusia yang dapat mereka peras keluar saat diperlukan. Seperti tetes terakhir pelembab di dalam gabus.

Pada prinsipnya orang yang jujur adalah orang yang baik. Hanya saja kita harus membubuhi kejujuran kita dengan beberapa tetes kebijaksanaan, maka segalanya akan beres

After all, what is it?- this indescribable something which men will persist in terming "genius"? I agree with Buffon- with Hogarth- it is but diligence after all. Look at me!- how I labored- how I toiled- how I wrote! Ye Gods, did I not write? I knew not the word "ease." By day I adhered to my desk, and at night, a pale student, I consumed the midnight oil. You should have seen me- you should. I leaned to the right. I leaned to the left. I sat forward. I sat backward. I sat tete baissee (as they have it in the Kickapoo), bowing my head close to the alabaster page. And, through all, I- wrote. Through joy and through sorrow, I-wrote. Through hunger and through thirst, I-wrote. Through good report and through ill report- I wrote. Through sunshine and through moonshine, I-wrote. What I wrote it is unnecessary to say. The style!- that was the thing. I caught it from Fatquack- whizz!- fizz!- and I am giving you a specimen of it now.

I am not fond of the prattle of children,' he continued; 'for, old bachelor as I am, I have no pleasant associations connected with their lisp. It would be intolerable to me to pass a whole evening tete-a-tete with a brat...

Ya, Tuhan akukah insan yang bertanya-tanya? Ataukah aku Mukmin yang sudah tahu jawabnya? Kulihat tetes diriku dalam muntahan isi bumi Aduhai, akan ke manakah kiranya aku bergulir Di antara tumpukan maksiat yang kutimbun saat demi saat Akankah kulihat sezarah saja kebaikan yang pernah kubuat? Ya Tuhan, nafasku gemuruh, diburu firmanmu!

Gak ada 1 orang ibu pun di dunia ini yang mau melihat anaknya menderita. Setiap bait doa dan tetes keringatnya hanya untuk melihat anaknya bahagia

Rahasia kebahagiaan adalah dengan menikmati segala hal menakjubkan di dunia ini, tanpa pernah melupakan tetes-tetes air di sendokmu.

Air matamu akan runtuh sebanyak tetes-tetes cintamu!

Leanne lighted an oil lamp and they continued until the moment came to receive the baby. 'Erzulie, mother loa, help it be born,' Tete prayed aloud. 'Saint Raymond Nonatus, pay attention, do not let an African saint get ahead of you,' Leanne answered in the same tone, and they both burst out laughing.

How would I run with my bad leg? And what would become of the people who need my care? Besides, it doesn't mean anything for me to be free and everyone else slaves," the healer answered. Tete hadn't thought of that, and it kept buzzing around her brain like a bottlefly. She talked about it with her godmother many times, but she was never able to accept the idea that her freedom was irreparably bound to that of the other slaves.

Semantics, Admiral. I’d appreciate an honest answer.” “I’d appreciate a multitude of honest answers, but I rarely expect to receive them.” Miriam sighed; the verbal tete-a-tete was growing tiresome. Time to bring an end to it with, ironically, honesty.

Les persones vivim a base d'anar cremant records. I, a l'hora de mantenir-nos vius, tant és si aquests records són realment importants o no. Els records només són el combustible que cremem. Quan llences papers al foc, tant és que siguin anuncis de diari, llibres de filosofia, fotos de revistes pornogràfiques o bitllets de deu mil iens. Només són papers, oi? Mentre els crema, el foc no va pensant: "Oh, això és Kant", "Això és l'edició vespertina del Yomiuri" o "Renoi, quines tetes". Per al foc, només són retalls de paper. Doncs amb els records passa el mateix. Tant els que són importants, com els que no ho són tant, com els que no ho són gens... només són el combustible que cremem.

Jangan beri aku apapun Meski itu perhatianmu Meski itu kasih sayangmu Meski itu air matamu Jangan beri aku kesedihanmu Jangan beri aku amarahmu Jangan beri aku dahagamu Jangan kau beri aku apapun Sebab masih kuorak langit demi menemukan seluruh jejak petilasanmu Bunda." Tapi Nak, bagaimana engkau bisa berucap serupa itu? Bukankah sudah aku beri engkau bunga? Sudah aku beri engkau matahari. Sudah aku beri engkau rumput dan dedaunan. Sudah aku beri engkau laut dan pasir pantai. Mengapa masih? Tak cukupkah kau cucup air susu dari sepiku? Kau kecap nyeri dari lukaku, sebagaimana dulu kau terakan kebahagiaan di bawah perutku serupa goresan pisau yang menyambut kehadiranmu. Betapa semuanya masih. Aku berikan lagi engkau api, aku berikan lagi engkau pagi, aku berikan lagi engkau nyanyi tualang dari hatiku yang engkau tahu menyimpan sejuta kekhawatiran. Bagaimana engkau masih berucap serupa itu? Aku masih berikan engkau suar hingga separuh umurku. Aku berikan engkau tawa dari separuh mautku. Aku berikan engkau kekal ingatan dan sekaligus mimpi abadi. Aku beri semuanya, walau itu cuma sekotak bekal sederhana yang semoga engkau terima untuk mengganjal rasa laparmu. Betapa aku selalu ingin ada untukmu, Nak. Sebab cuma satu permintaanku tak lebih. Ijinkan aku jadi teman seperjalananmu, sahabat di waktu gundahmu, pembawa kegembiraan di kala senggangmu. Sebagaimana dulu kutimang dirimu dan kunina bobokkan engkau di pangkuanku. Ijinkan aku jadi roti yang mengenyangkan laparmu, pelipur hati di kala sesakmu, panasea ketika kau sakit. Bukankah aku ada ketika kau belajar berdiri dan aku di sana saat kau jatuh? Aku setia menungguimu saat kau berlari mengejar bulan dan matahari. Dan sekalipun waktu merambatiku dengan galur usia, hingga mungkin aku tak lagi mampu berdiri tegap seperti dulu. Aku tak akan pernah menyerah padamu Nak. Tidak, Bunda tak akan pernah menyerah. Sebab bagiku, cukuplah dirimu sebatas dirimu saja. Akan tetapi, sanggupkah kau cukupkan dirimu dengan semua kebanggaan? Cukupkan dirimu dengan apa yang engkau punya. Cukupkan dirimu dengan semua doa doa yang tak henti kutitikkan dari sudut hatiku yang semoga jadi asa yang paling surga. Surgamu Nak. Walau kutahu itu akan mengusik nyenyak tidurmu. Walau itu akan menambah resah waktu kerjamu. Sebab kutahu seberapa keras engkau berjuang. Pada setiap tetes keringat yang engkau cucurkan mana kala engkau harus berlari mengejar bus yang datang menjemput. Manakala pikiranmu tak bisa lepas dari layar lap topmu yang tak henti berkedip. Manakala pagi datang dan sibuk pekerjaan hadir serupa hujan tak kunjung usai mendera. Cukupkan dirimu dengan cinta Bunda Nak. Sekalipun nanti, tak ada lagi ucapan nyinyir bergulir dari bibir Bunda yang mulai keriput ini. Yakinlah, pintu rumah hati Bunda akan selalu terbuka buatmu, kapan pun engkau ingin pulang.

Bila kau dengar gemericik berjatuhan, itu bukan hujan, itu rindu yang mewakili aku, menyapamu dalam setiap tetes di atas jendela.

Tanpa tetes air, tidak ada samudra; tanpa anak tangga, tidak ada tangga; tanpa hal kecil, tidak ada hal besar!

Aku nggak pernah tau berapa banyak sesungguhnya jumlah bintang yang menghiasi langit... Hingga terangnya masih belum mampu mengalahkan satu matahari pagi Aku nggak pernah mampu menghitung berapa banyaknya tetes hujan yang jatuh tapi hal itu nggak mampu menghapus harapanku melihat tujuh warna pelangi setelah hujan itu berhenti... Aku nggak Pernah tahu... Bagaimana mungkin satu hati yang kamu miliki mampu menciptakan jutaan tawa dalam hidupku... Sekaligus menghentikan jutaan tangis dan menghapus rapuhku.... Dan bagiku, satu kali kehilanganmu mampu meninggalkan bekas luka yang nggak akan hilang seumur hidupku... Jika malam ini bintang nggak lagi bersinar buatku atau esok pagi nafas ini nggak lagi mampu kuhembus tapi aku tahu, hati ini punya ruang abadi yang akan selalu menyimpannya Bintang, Matahari, Hujan dan Pelangi Cuma sekedar hiasan langit dibanding arti kamu dalam hidupku

Doa yang panjang,padat dan berisi penuh kehambaan dan permohonan ampun kepada-Nya membawa kami luruh. Terbayang dosa-dosa dan kemaksiatan yang telah lalu. Air mata tak henti-hentinya menetes, seiring tetes air hujan yang turun rintik-rintik membasahi bumi.

When a Parisian drops into the country he is cut off from all his usual habits, and soon feels the dragging hours, no matter how attentive his friends may be to him. Therefore, because it is so impossible to prolong in a tete-a-tete conversations that are soon exhausted, the master and mistress of a country-house are apt to say, calmly, “You will be terribly bored here.

The Christian Mythologists, after having confined Satan in a pit, were obliged to let him out again to bring on the sequel of the fable. He is then introduced into the Garden of Eden, in the shape of a snake or a serpent, and in that shape he enters into familiar conversation with Eve, who is no way surprised to hear a snake talk; and the issue of this tete-a-tete is that he persuades her to eat an apple, and the eating of that apple damns all mankind.

My reading has been lamentably desultory and immedthodical. Odd, out of the way, old English plays, and treatises, have supplied me with most of my notions, and ways of feeling. In everything that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world. I should have scarcely cut a figure among the franklins, or country gentlemen, in King John's days. I know less geography than a schoolboy of six weeks standing. To me a map of old Ortelius is as authentic as Arrowsmith. I do not know whereabout Africa merges into Asia, whether Ethiopia lie in one or other of those great divisions, nor can form the remotest, conjecture of the position of New South Wales, or Van Diemen's Land. Yet do I hold a correspondence with a very dear friend in the first named of these two Terrae Incognitae. I have no astronomy. I do not know where to look for the Bear or Charles' Wain, the place of any star, or the name of any of them at sight. I guess at Venus only by her brightness - and if the sun on some portentous morn were to make his first appearance in the west, I verily believe, that, while all the world were grasping in apprehension about me, I alone should stand unterrified, from sheer incuriosity and want of observation. Of history and chronology I possess some vague points, such as one cannot help picking up in the course of miscellaneous study, but I never deliberately sat down to a chronicle, even of my own country. I have most dim apprehensions of the four great monarchies, and sometimes the Assyrian, sometimes the Persian, floats as first in my fancy. I make the widest conjectures concerning Egypt, and her shepherd kings. My friend M., with great pains taking, got me to think I understood the first proposition in Euclid, but gave me over in despair at the second. I am entirely unacquainted with the modern languages, and, like a better man than myself, have 'small Latin and less Greek'. I am a stranger to the shapes and texture of the commonest trees, herbs, flowers - not from the circumstance of my being town-born - for I should have brought the same inobservant spirit into the world with me, had I first seen it, 'on Devon's leafy shores' - and am no less at a loss among purely town objects, tool, engines, mechanic processes. Not that I affect ignorance - but my head has not many mansions, nor spacious, and I have been obliged to fill it with such cabinet curiosities as it can hold without aching. I sometimes wonder how I have passed my probation with so little discredit in the world, as I have done, upon so meagre a stock. But the fact is, a man may do very well with a very little knowledge, and scarce be found out, in mixed company; everybody is so much more ready to produce his own, than to call for a display of your acquisitions. But in a tete-a-tete there is no shuffling. The truth will out. There is nothing which I dread so much, as the being left alone for a quarter of an hour with a sensible, well-informed man that does not know me.

Louis Quinze aimait peu les parfums. Je l'imite Et je leur acquiesce en la juste limite. Ni flacons, s'il vous plait, ni sachets en amour! Mais, o qu'air naif et piquant flotte autour D'un corps, pourvu que l'art de m'exciter se trouve; (...) Des lors, voudrais-je encore du poison etranger, D'un fragrance prise a la plante, a la bete, Qui vous tourne le coeur et vous brule la tete, Puisque j'ai, pour magnifier la volupte, Proprement la quintessence de la beaute. L'emotion profonde du soir et le bonheur triste des coeurs fideles.

Engkau Tak Pernah Pergi Suatu hari ia menemukanmu dalam lembar kenangan di dalam saku kemeja yang terlipat rapi di almari. Semestinya kau tak datang lagi setelah bertahun ingatan berusaha menghilang seperti hantu yang menolak untuk dicintai. Tapi ternyata engkau tak pernah pergi. Dan setelah itu, ia mendapatimu hadir di mana- mana. Sebagai rasa sakit yang bersikeras ingin membuat perhitungan yang tak kunjung selesai. Seperti pintu amarah yang digedor orang di malam hari hanya untuk mengambil kembali rahasia-rahasia yang dulu pernah di sembunyikannya. Mengapa engkau tak mau pergi, sebagai orang yang dicintai laut? Bukankah laut itu pula yang dulu menerima semua keluh-kesahmu tanpa pernah bertanya-tanya? Bukankah ia pula muara sungai yang sama yang mengantarkan dirimu menerjemahkan arti sebenarnya dari kata kebahagiaan? Tapi engkau tak mau pergi dalam wangi bunga arum dalu yang ingin di ingatnya selalu setiap jelang sore tiba. Atau sebagai tetes air hujan yang ingin disimpan dan diabadikannya sebagai kenangan di dalam pikiran yang senantiasa resah. Bukan pula butiran tasbih yang didaraskannya sebagai doa yang tak henti diucapkannya saat matanya terjaga sementara tubuhnya terbuai di dalam mimpi. Engkau tak pergi sebagai perempuan yang pernah mengisi hatinya dan selamanya akan terus dicintainya, sekalipun puisi-puisi yang dituliskannya atas namamu tak pernah lagi kaubaca. Sementara ia seperti sengaja membiarkan kebodohannya sebagai ungkapan perasaan cinta. Perasaan yang ia agungkan sebagai anggur penawar lupa, yang sesekali ia minum sebagai satu-satunya pengobat sepi. Kau tidak pergi sebagai kerinduan yang menghantui perasaan-perasaan yang tidak mampu ia terjemahkan selain sebagai penderitaannya sendiri. Dan ia masih menyimpan kesedihanmu, sayu tatap matamu, sikap diammu agar tak pernah terusik waktu. Walau engkau terus saja memberinya luka-luka baru, yang entah mengapa tak pernah dapat ia sembuhkan.

L'optimisme est contagieux. Si c'etait le cas, il suffirait d'aller jusqu'a la personne aimee avec un immense sourire, pleine de projets et d'idees, et de savoir comment les presenter. Cela fonctionne-il? Non. Ce qui est contagieux, c'est la peur, la frayeur constante de ne jamais rencontrer quelqu'un qui nous accompagne jusqu'a la fin de nos jours. Et au nom de cette peur, nous sommes capables de faire n'importe quoi, d'accepter la mauvaise personne et de nous convaincre qu'elle est la bonne, l'unique, celle que Dieu a mise sur notre chemin. En tres peu de temps, la recherche de la securite se transforme en amour sincere, les choses sont moins ameres et difficiles, et nos sentiments peuvent etre mis dans une boite et repousses au fond d'une armoire dans notre tete, ou elle restera cachee et invisible a tout jamais.

At the moment, however, she had an ever larger problem: what to do now, when two defenseless women were completely lost in the wilds of Scotland, at night, in the rain and cold. Shuffling footsteps sounded on the gravel path, and both women straightened, both suppressing the hope soaring in their breasts and keeping their faces carefully expressionless. “Well, well, well,” Jake boomed. “Glad I caught up with you and-“ He lost his thought as he beheld the utterly comic sight of two stiff-backed women seated on a trunk together, prim and proper as you please, beneath a black umbrella in the middle of nowhere. “Uh-where are your horses?” “We have no horses,” Lucinda informed him in a disdainful voice that implied such beasts would have been an intrusion on their tete-a-tete. “No? How did you get here?” “A wheeled conveyance carried us to this godforsaken place.” “I see.” He lapsed into daunted silence, and Elizabeth started to say something at least slightly pleasant when Lucinda lost her patience. “You have, I collect, come to urge us to return?” “Ah-yes. Yes, I have.” “Then do so. We haven’t all night.” Lucinda’s words struck Elizabeth as a bald lie. When Jake seemed at a loss as to how to go about it, Lucinda stood up and assisted him. “I gather Mr. Thornton is extremely regretful for his unforgivable and inexcusable behavior?” “Well, yes, I guess that’s the way it is. In a way.” “No doubt he intends to tell us that when we return?” Jake hesitated, weighing his certainty that Ian had no intention of saying anything of the kind against the certainty that if the women didn’t return, he’d be eating his own cooking and sleeping with a bad conscience and a bad stomach. “Why don’t we let him make his own apologies?” he prevaricated.

Vous etes comme tout le monde, vous prenez ces braves gens pour une tribu de syndics et de marchands, comptant leurs ecus avec leur cances de vie eternelle, et dont le seul lyrisme consiste a prendre parfois, couverts de larges chapeaux, des lecons d'anatomie? Vous vous trompez. Ils marchent pres de nous, il est vrai, et pourtant, voyez ou se trouvent leurs tetes: dans cette brume de neon, de genievre et de mente qui descend des enseignes rouges et vertes. La Hollande est un songe, monsieur, un songe d'or e te fumee, plus fumeux le jour, plus dore la nuit, et nuit et jour ce songe es peuple de Lohengrin comme ceux-ci, filant reveusement sur leurs noires bicyclettes a hauts guidons, cygnes funebres qui tournent sans treve, dans tout le pays, autour des mers, le long des canaux. Ils revent, la tete dans leur nuees cuivrees, ils roulent en rond, ils prient, somnambules, dans l'encens dore de la brume, ils ne sont plus la.

She planned to save, set up a decent life in a remade Chicago apartment, and send for her kids; but her leave-taking must have revived feelings of her own mother’s abandonment, her children now in the hands of the same group of women who raised her. Lolo’s eldest boy, Joseph, tested the women. “I could get spankings, but as soon as the hurt stop I’m doing something else they didn’t think I had no business doing,” he says. “That was just part of my personality.” Elaine cried whenever her mouth wasn’t chewing on something. “I want Lolo,” she moaned over and over again. “Give me Lolo.” From Chicago, Grandmother heard reports that Joseph, Elaine, and Ivory weren’t well fed. Out of all the things to go wrong, this one thing seemed untenable. “I promised when I got to be a man I wasn’t gone eat no more weenies and spaghetti,” Uncle Joe told me. “TeTe wasn’t no good cook and that’s what we used to eat every day.” And so Lolo came back. No one likes to dwell on her going away, for it speaks too loudly and reveals too much. It could be said that she almost escaped this particular story.

Infinite Jest (V?). Year of the Trial-Size Dove Bar. Poor Yorick Entertainment Unlimited. 'Madame Psychosis' ; no other definitive data. Thorny problem for archivists. Incandenza's last film, Incandenza's death occurring during its post-production. Most archival authorities list as unfinished, unseen. Some list as completion of Infinite Jest (IV), for which Incandenza also used 'Psychosis,' thus list the film under Incandenza's output for Y.T.M.P. Though no scholarly synopsis or report of viewing exists, two short essays in different issues of Cartridge Quarterly East refer to to film as 'extraordinary' and 'far away [James O. Incandenza's] most entertaining and compelling work.' West Coast archivists list the film's gauge as '16...78... n mm.,' basing the gauge on critical allusions to 'radical experiments in viewers' optical perspective and context' as IJ (V?)'s distinctive feature. Though Canadian archivist Tete-Beche lists the film as completed and privately distributed by P.Y.E.U. through posthumous provisions in the filmmaker's will, all other comprehensive filmographies have the film either unfinished or UNRELEASED, its Master cartridge either destroyed or vaulted sui testator.

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Though I’m surprised that you read novels.” “I do have other interests than shooting, you know.” “I never said otherwise.” “But you think me a complete tomboy. Admit it.” He measured his words. “I think you a woman with a few unusual interests that happen to be similar to those of some men. Those interests don’t, however, make you a tomboy.” No tomboy would fire his blood the way she did right now in her elegant redingote, despite the black smudges of power along its sleeves and the mud caked along its hem. And no tomboy would have kept him up last night imagining what it would be like to raise her skirts so he could run his hands along the pale swaths of thigh that lay above her garters. “And yet,” she said hoarsely, “you kissed me as if I were some mannish chit beneath your notice. God forbid you should treat me as a desirable woman in front of my suitors. It might give them ideas.” He stared at her, thunderstruck. She was angry because he’d accorded her the respect she deserved? “Forgive me, my lady,” he said acidly. “I didn’t think you’d want me to toss you down in the grass and ravish you. I see I was mistaken.” Two spots of color appeared on her cheeks. “There is a vast space between ravishing me and treating me like a child. The gentlemen expected you to kiss me on the lips, as they would have. You won such a kiss, after all. When you didn’t take it, I’m sure they thought it was because I was somehow…unattractive to you. And that only hurts my cause.” Her cause, which was to be affianced to one of those arses. Anger boiled up in him. “Let me see if I understand you correctly. You wanted me to kiss you with some degree of passion so your suitors would be convinced if your desirability as a woman. Is that right?” She cast him a resentful look, then nodded. He strode up close, unable to contain his temper. “Isn’t it enough for you that they’re already barking at your heels like randy hounds? That they’re seizing your hand at the breakfast table and inviting you for tete-a-tete practice at their estates?” “What good does that do me when you seek to turn their affections away at every turn? You provoked me to accept that shooting challenge because you wanted me to frighten them off with my enthusiasm for guns. Admit it.” All right, so that was true. But he had good reason for it. “I wanted them to see you for who you really are and not the woman you keep pretending to be.” “Pretending to be?” she said in a choked voice. “And who is that? A lady worthy of marriage? You wanted to expose me as some…adventuress or man in woman’s attire or…oh, I don’t know what.” “No!” he protested, suddenly all at sea in their argument. “You know what, Mr. Pinter? Ever since we made our agreement, you’ve only made matters worse, for some nefarious reason of your own.” She planted her hands on her hips and gave him a look of pure defiance. “So you’re dismissed from my employ. I no longer require your services.

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Fie-toi à ton instinct, en toute circonstance , et écoute toujours la petite voix dans ta tete qui te dit:"tu ne devrais pas faire ça...

Aku hanya setetes lelah yang mencari samudera untuk meneteskan diri dan membaur dengan tetesan-tetesan lain, entah dengan ratusan tetes bahagia atau bahkan tercampur dengan ribuan tetes luka.

Lail, kamu tahu kenapa kita mengenang banyak hal saat hujan turun?" "Karena kenangan sama seperti hujan. Ketika dia datang, kita tidak bisa menghentikannya. Bagaimana kita akan menghentikan tetes air yang turun dari langit? Hanya bisa ditunggu, hingga selesai dengan sendirinya".

2. Coba larutkan aku dalam segelas malam-mu, maka ungu wajahku akan bermalih rupa menjadi biru cerah yang berasa nikmat dalam seduhan setetes air lemon dan sebongkah gula batu. Aku akan mengubah pagimu menjadi sumber energi, kesegaran, kesehatan dan umur panjang seiring terbitnya matahari. Parfum yang aku kenakan di tubuhku memang tidaklah seharum mawar atau melati. Dan rupaku tak juga seelok kenanga atau cempaka. Tapi hasrat yang tak terkendali itu, yang aku simpan rapat-rapat sebagai sebuah rahasia yang sengaja aku sembunyikan dari dunia bakal jadi milikmu selamanya. Akan tetapi, aku bukanlah gelas kosong yang minta diisi. Namun sebaliknya, terimalah pemberianku ini; setiap tetes mukjizat kepenuhan yang datang daripadaku ini adalah perwujudan hati yang bersih dan juga ikhlas. Aku akan selalu hadir dalam setiap momen kegembiraan dan kebahagiaanmu. Sebab, violet warnaku yang rupawan akan turut menghias wajah pengantinmu dan pemulas gaun adi busana yang ia kenakan. Agar penampilannya jadi kian sempurna, bersanding dengan tuxedo mewah yang engkau pakai. Tak akan aku lewatkan setiap kesempatan untuk menghias kue ulang tahunmu atau menjadi puding pemanis sajian makanan di atas meja perjamuan di mana kau undang para selebriti dan artis papan atas dunia. Bukan karena mereka hadir untuk mengambil flavonol, glikosida, antioksidan, peptida, dan amylase daripadaku. Maka kau akan mengerti betapa, bila kau minum aku di pagi hari sebagai larutan teh atau kau hidangkan aku sebagai salad atau sayuran di atas pinggan yang cantik itu aku dapat melipur dukamu, membantu mengobati rasa lelahmu, menambah daya ingat dan vitalitasmu, menghilangkan kesesakanmu, meredakan amarahmu dan mengatasi kekhawatiranmu. Tetapi orang melihatku hanya sebagai tanaman liar belaka, sebab aku biasa tumbuh di mana pun yang aku mau, entah di hatimu atau di dalam pikiran orang-orang lain. Dan oleh karena itulah  mengapa, aku menjadi sangat populer di antara para pecinta, penggemar, dan para pembenciku sekaligus. Di tengah-tengah dunia, yang sesungguhnya terasa betapa sangat menyedihkan.

Andrés: Hace horas que he perdido de vista al Príncipe Encantador. Andrés: O está encerrado en su cuarto llorando por las esquinas porque le falta su tete del alma o, llámame intuitivo, va para allá. Andrés: Suerte, tato. ;) Andrés: Me gusta tato. Y no está vilipendiado. Andrés: Oh, mierda, ¡acabo de ver que Lacoste me ha dejado al cuidado de la puta coneja! Andrés: ¡No me lo puedo creer! Será cabronazo. Andrés: Verás cuando vuelva. ¡Le voy a dar bien por el culo! Andrés: No literalmente. Tú me entiendes… Arturo: Se llama René. Arturo: Su culo no. La coneja. Andrés: Gracias por la aclaración. A mí me has evitado un trauma y a Fernando que pete de una vez por todas. Arturo: Trátala bien. Arturo: No la entretengas mucho por la noche. Cuanto más tarde se duerme antes se levanta y antes va a despertarte a ti. Arturo: Y que no coma más tarde de medianoche. Andrés: ¿Qué es? ¿Un puto gremlin? Arturo: Suerte, tato. ;) Arturo: Me gusta tato. Andrés: No me cameles. Arturo: ¡Te quiero! Andrés: Recuérdalo cuando quiera cobrarme el favor.—Arturo. Levanto la cabeza y me detengo al instante. Sin darme cuenta, Chris se ha parado en la puerta de un garaje y yo casi choco con él. Arturo: ¡Te dejo! Y, sí, Chris está aquí.—¿ Con quién hablas?—me pregunta.—Con mi hermano. Chris sonríe.—¿ Ha encontrado ya el regalito que le he dejado en la puerta de su dormitorio?—Sí. Y está cabreado.—Bien. Me gusta el Andrés cabreado. Sobre todo cuando estamos a cientos de kilómetros de distancia y no tengo que verle el careto.—« Estás viendo el mío, que es el mismo»—.

Here I am!” Captain East was cantering his mount toward them. He rode beautifully, confidently. Molly’s family spent their summers in the country, and she used to say that the way a man rides a horse could give you a pretty good idea how he would do something else. Jane eyed Mr. Nobley on his mount, noted that he was a smooth, gentle rider. The surprise of thinking this while wearing a bonnet made Jane choke. Her breath snarled in her throat, and she laughed. Mr. Nobley’s eyes widened. “What’s funny? You often have some secret laugh, Miss Erstwhile.” “The way you have some secret displeasure?” “No, not displeasure,” he said, and she realized he was right. Sadness, or heartbreak, or grief that there was nothing to give him hope, perhaps. She was pretty sure now that he was Henry Jenkins, poor sop. Captain East reined in beside Jane. “Miss Heartwright had a headache and went inside. So sorry to neglect you, Miss Erstwhile. You must tell me what I missed.” “I’ve discovered that Miss Erstwhile is an artist,” Mr. Nobley said. “Is that so?” “It’s been years since I picked up a paintbrush.” She glared at Mr. Nobley, and zing, there was his smile again, brief, urgent. When his lips relaxed she wanted it to come back. “That is a shame,” said Captain East. That evening when Jane retired from the drawing room, she found a large package on her side table wrapped in brown paper. She ripped open the paper and out tumbled neat little tubes of oil paints and three paintbrushes. She saw now that an easel waited by the window with two small canvases. She felt very Jane Eyre as she smelled the paints and ticked her palm with the largest brush. Who was her benefactor? It could be Captain East. Maybe he still liked her best, even after his tete-a-tete with Miss Heartwright. It could happen. Even so, she found herself hoping it was Mr. Nobley. Instinct urged her to stomp on the hope. She ignored it. She was firmly in Austenland now, she reminded herself, where hoping was allowed. Did Austen herself feel this way? Was she hopeful? Jane wondered if the unmarried writer had lived inside Austenland with close to Jane’s own sensibility--amused, horrified, but in very real danger of being swept away. Ten days to go.

Eli had come by to get his things and even though TeTe had chopped his finger off, he still wanted to be with her. He didn't want to give up his life of luxury.

So what are you doing lurking out here?” Madison asked, cradling the sticker with Blue’s number in her hand, so Jeremy wouldn’t see it. Jeremy leaned in until his face was only inches from hers, and whispered, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” “Ahem!” a deep voice sounded behind them. “I hate to interrupt this little tete-a-tete, but don’t you have someplace else you ought to be right now?” Madison and Jeremy sprang away from each other like startled pigeons. They turned and guiltily faced the principal. Madison spoke first. “Hello, Mr. Kaufman. I left some, um, material for my report for Mr. Dalberg’s class in my locker and I was just about to get it.” “Is that your locker?” Mr. Kaufman asked. Jeremy cut in. “Actually, it’s my locker. Madison forgot to mention that she had asked me to keep it for her.” Jeremy spun the combination on the lock to show Mr. Kaufman that he was actually getting the report. He swung open the locker and grabbed the first thing he could put his hands on--a MAD magazine. Without skipping a beat, Madison took it and started talking. “You see, Mr. Kaufman, we’re studying the role that periodicals and newspapers have played in American historical events. For instance, um, Tom Paine’s pamphlet Common Sense helped start the American Revolution, and, well, Horace Greeley’s editorials in the New York Tribune sparked the great Westward migration and the idea of Manifest Destiny, and now MAD magazine has, um, er--” “Redefined the concept of social satire in the twentieth century,” Jeremy jumped in. “Without MAD, there’d have been no National Lampoon. Without the National Lampoon, no Saturday Night Live. Without SNL, there’d be no Bill Murray. Eddie Murphy. Adam Sandler. The list goes on and on.” “Really?” Mr. Kaufman raised one eyebrow. “Very interesting.” Madison plastered a grateful smile on her face and extended her hand to Jeremy. “Thanks for keeping this, um, research material for me.” Jeremy shook her hand politely. “Anytime, Madison. I have room in here for lots more of your, uh, reports.” Before Mr. Kaufman could say anything, Jeremy shut his locker, and the two of them marched off in opposite directions away from the principal. As she walked away, Madison held her breath waiting for Mr. Kaufman to call them back. But he didn’t. Madison couldn’t believe her luck. What a bizarre encounter! And yes, she had to admit it: Jeremy had really bailed her out when she’d run out of gas with her excuse.

When we are young the noise of general conversation seems much the most fun. When we grow up we discover the possibilities of the tete-a-tete. In maturity the monologue habit sets is. But now at last there is the chance to investigate the rich depth of the silence when the monologue is suspended.

In the meantime, Pat was enjoying his first solo conversation with Diana. Previously, he’d seen her only twice at our flat in London in 1980 and again at the prewedding ball in 1981. Pat had been waiting on the palace driveway by our car. Diana’s butler had come out and asked, “Are you Mr. Robertson?” Then he graciously said, “Please come inside.” Pat expected to be shown into the entrance hall to wait more comfortably. He was pleasantly surprised to be led upstairs into Diana’s elegant drawing room. There, Diana’s butler gave him coffee and the newspaper to read while Diana and I finished our tete-a-tete. Pat was caught unawares when Diana breezed in to see him. Pat is six feet three inches tall, but he was struck by Diana’s height and by her natural good looks and vitality. He stood up, saying “Gosh, I don’t know what to call you.” Diana, unassuming and direct as always, replied, “Diana’s just fine.” They sat down together and had a short visit. Pat recalls that they talked about children, hers and ours, and our travel plans for Wales and Scotland. He couldn’t get over how unaffected and natural she was. He was thrilled finally to visit with the wonderful Diana I’d been talking about for years. Pat asked if we’d taken any photographs yet. Diana said, “Yes, but would you like to take another one outside in the garden?” I had finished my coffee and the children had returned from their tour, so we all walked downstairs and out onto the front courtyard and lawn. With my camera, Pat took a picture of Diana standing with the children and me. Then Diana asked one of her staff, who was standing nearby, to use my camera so that Pat could be in a photograph. Then with hugs and good wishes all around, we returned to our car and drove slowly from Kensington Palace. I hated to leave Diana, not knowing when, or even if, we’d see her again.

Svi se žale na komarce. Zadižući rubove haljina, tete pokazuju zacrvenjena i otečena mjesta na nogama, koja mažu losionima i parfemima iz prelijepih šarenih bočica. Djed tvrdi kako je za te stvari dobar i običan vinski ocat, ali ta tvrdnja ne nailazi na odjek. „Nisam cijele noći mogla zaspati“, jada se teta Julijana, „našao se jedan koji mi je stalno zujao oko ušiju, a kad bi me pecnuo – nisam se satima prestajala češati. Mislila sam da ću poludjeti.“ „Da te to nije pecnuo tkogod drugi, mislim na te koji lete“, veli ujak Aleksandar, smijuckajući se i namigujući ostalima. „Ti si bezobrazan“, veli teta, „tako se ne razgovara sa starijom sestrom.“ Djed predlaže da se naberu listovi onog mladog oraha koji raste u dvorištu i da se zatim stave na prozore. „To sigurno pomaže“, veli on. „U ‘Velikom narodnom učitelju' Vase Pelagića čitao sam da su tako radili naši stari.“ „Otad su se nakotile nove generacije komaraca“, veli ujak Aleksandar, „koje nisu čitale “Veliki narodni učitelj.“ Samo najmlađa teta, Leposava, prasne u smijeh, ali se, nakon što je ostali članovi obitelji strogo pogledaju, zastidi i, praveći se nevještom, promrmlja: „Gluposti – komarci ne znaju čitati.

We have to confront Shadow head on, tete-a-tete, mano-a-mano, face-to-face, point blank.” I put my hand up, the pain of serial clichés piercing my skull. “Stop, please. We get the idea.

No. Deception won’t work. We have to confront Shadow head on, tete-a-tete, mano-a-mano, face-to-face, point blank.

hugging Tete, he tried to embrace

LADY SNEERWELL. Why truly Mrs. Clackit has a very pretty Talent — a great deal of industry — yet — yes — been tolerably successful in her way — To my knowledge she has been the cause of breaking off six matches[,] of three sons being disinherited and four Daughters being turned out of Doors. Of three several Elopements, as many close confinements — nine separate maintenances and two Divorces. — nay I have more than once traced her causing a Tete-a-Tete in the Town and Country Magazine — when the Parties perhaps had never seen each other’s Faces before in the course of their Lives. VERJUICE. She certainly has Talents.

Rahasia kebahagiaan adalah dengan menikmati segala hal menakjubkan di dunia ini, tanpa pernah melupakan tetes-tetes air di sendokmu

Jim pushed against my leg to peer inside. "Well, now, there's a sight you don't see every day." "Voulez-vous cesser de me cracker dessuspendant que vous parlez," I said, my heart pounding wildly. "There's the spitting-in-my-face saying," Jim said softly to itself. "J'ai une grenouille dans mon bidet!" I growled. "And the frogs." "T'as une tete afaire sauter les plaques d'egouts," I wailed. "Face like a manhole cover. Can merde be very far behind?" "Merde!" I bellowed. "You can say that again," Jim said.

The metaphysical difficulty is this. The two Powers, the good and the evil, do not explain each other. Neither Ormuzd nor Ahriman can claim to be the Ultimate. More ultimate than either of them is the inexplicable fact of their being there together. Neither of them chose this tete-a-tete. Each of them, therefore, is conditioned- finds himself willy-nilly in a situation; and either that situation itself, nor some unknown force which produced that situation, is the real Ultimate. Dualism has not yet reached the ground or being. You cannot accept two conditioned and mutually independent beings as the self-grounded, self-comprehending Absolute. On the level of picture-thinking this difficulty is symbolized by our inability to think of Ormuzd and Ahriman without snuggling in the idea of a common space on which they can be together and thus confessing that we are not yet dealing with the source of the universe but only with two members contained in it. Dualism is a truncated metaphysic.