Titi Quotes

Wong takon wosing dur angkoro.. Antarane riko aku iki--Titi Kolo Mongso

Eve. That torpedo mind-fuck sex was outrageous and fantastically titillating. Titi-fuck-illating. But there was something else as well. Emotional, a small voice in Beckett’s head suggested. Connected. Well, shit. That seemed just about right. Definitely something new.

Gue mending nggak punya cowok daripada nggak punya makanan.

Als haar zoon Titi,het meisje uit India en met een onbekende afkomst wilde, dan was het goed. Zolang hij van haar hield en zij van hem, was dat voor hen beide de beste keus. Zo was het

The beginning cannot be changed because it is the past, but you can always rewrite the ending.”                                                                                                                                                      -TiTi

Quand j'ai vu TIti et Grosminet, toute cette violence contre le pauvre chat, j'ai horreur de Titi. Il était à l'aise, lui, il taquinait le chat ; le pauvre minou, lui, ne comprenait rien et en prenait plein la tête. C'est un naïf. Titi est un salopard.

Las titis saben la verdad, eso está claro, pero no quieren oírla. Se engañan a sí mismas pensando que quieren a un hombre sincero, pero no es cierto, y nadie mejor que yo para asegurártelo. Tú cágala un par de veces en esas preguntas y otras parecidas, y que luego conozcan a un tipo capaz de mentir como a ellas les gusta. Verás lo que duras.

End-tity

Iq, Jika hati ini bagai angin yang berdesir laju, Bagai sungai yang mengalir tanpa henti, Akan tanpa rasa jemu ia menjemput cintamu, Maka cintaku teramat kudus, Semerbak setangkai mawar memburu usia, yang takkan layu, Titis cintaku seperti embun yang tak akan kering dicabar usia. Tapi Iq, Tak pernah kuminta, Tak pernah kupohon, Tak pernah kuhajati, Calar-calar cintaku dugaan takdir, Kasihku yang kian kelabu, Setiap jasad ini ternoda dek cinta terlarang, dendam kesumat. Cuma aku reda dengan apa jua alasanmu, Sekiranya itu diminta oleh takdir, biar aku pergi dulu, Jangan tunggu aku Iq, Jangan menangis, Jangan bersedih, Ingatlah cintaku berkubur bersama jasad kudus ini, dalam mempertahankan cintamu. Cintaku senaskhah al-Quran sebagai pengganti diri, Aku cinta padamu Iq, Sesungguhnnya demi ALLAH, aku cinta padamu... Dayang...

No matter what its political bonds, a nation with its own people, existing within a nation? A society highly paradoxical, with alarming in-equities, but with the private honor of thousands of persons winking like lightning bugs through the night? No war was ever fought for so many different reasons meeting in one reason clear as crystal. They fought to preserve their iden-tity. Their political identity, their personal identity.

Still, the alien biologist might be excused for lumping together the whole biosphere - all the retroviruses, mantas, foraminifera, mongongo trees, tetanus bacilli, hydras, diatoms, stromatolite-builders, sea slugs, flatworms, gazelles lichens, corals, spirochetes, banyans, cave ticks, least bitters, caracaras, tufted puffins, ragweed pollen, wold spiders, horseshoe crabs, black mambas, monarch butterflies, whiptail lizards, trypanosomes, birds of paradise, electric eels, wild parsnips, arctic terns, fireflies, titis, chrysanthemums, hammerhead sharks, rotifers, wallabies, malarial plasmodia, tapirs, aphids, water moccasins, morning glories, whooping cranes, komodo dragons, periwinkles millipede larvae, angler fish, jellyfish lungfish, yeast, giant redwoods, tardigrades, archaebacteria, sea lilies, lilies of the valley, humans bonobos, squid and humpback whales - as, simply, Earthlife. The arcane distinctions among these swarming variations on a common theme may be left to specialists or graduate students. The pretensions and conceits of this or that species can readily be ignored. There are, after-all, so many worlds about which an extraterrestrial biologist must know. It will be enough if a few salient and generic characteristics of life on yet another obscure planet are noted for the cavernous recesses of the galactic archives.

Menuju Kamu Saat nama indah mu disebut-sebut mentari pun meredup rembulan pun menunduk alunan nama mu umpama ritma dengan bait-bait keindahan seakan ada tangan-tangan yang menjemput siapa pun yang mendengarkan terkumat-kamit menyanyi-nyanyi meliuk-lentok menari-nari bertemasya aku dengan nama mu biar kamu tak aku temukan namun kamu yang aku rasakan biar kamu tak mereka pedulikan namun kamu yang aku bicarakan kerana ini barangkali bukti mengerti kerana ini barangkali erti memahami masih berbicara tentang mu semilir angin menyinggahi waktu menyapa bahuku dingin dan nyaman ini umpama ilusi sayangku umpama titis embun yang terlihatkan di padang pasir yang bosan dan menghampakan umpama bintang timur yang bergemerlapan di langit hitam yang hujan dan mengecewakan apa ilusi-ilusi ini hadiah aku kerana bekerja keras menuju kamu? dan semestinya ilusi yang paling menenangkan adalah menemui kamu lantas terus jatuh cinta yang paling dalam hingga kedalaman muka bumi aku ragukan jatuh cinta yang paling besar hingga besarnya alam ini aku bimbangkan Aku yakini yang mencari lantas menemui hingga akhir nanti tetap sahaja dengan nama mu menyanyi aku menari aku deria-deria lantas bertumbuh melawan aras mencari cinta yang paling deras; Kamu pancaindera pantas bercambah lebih tegal menuju rindu yang paling tebal; Tetap Kamu, Penciptaku Rumah Gapena, 4 April 2015

uma tarde, isto em julho, quando pensava que o meu marido em Espanha com a outra e o facto de o meu marido em Espanha com a outra não cessa de doer-me, não queria que doesse e não cessa de doer-me, não tenho culpa, há sensações que se agarram, ao encontrar-te na porta fiz-lhe algum mal por acaso e tu a arrumares no braço livros arrumados não, a corares, a recuares um passo, a mentires estou com pressa, a parares junto à cerca um café em cinco minutos serve-lhe e servia-me, não foram cinco minutos, quarenta na mesma mesa com o truque dos guardanapos entre nós não a separar-nos, a unir-nos, as minhas mãos longe, as tuas a pouco e pouco mais próximas, não prestes a tocarem as minhas, a conversarem somente, a maçada das aulas, a família, a bicicleta do teu irmão mais velho, um surdo ata titi ata e eu intrigada com o surdo, a operação ao peito, de passagem, numa frase casual e eu a amar-te ainda mais, que esforço não te abraçar nesse instante, pegar-te ao colo, embalar-te, o teu marido de passagem igualmente, um hipopótamo chamado Ernesto de que ao princípio não descobri o papel e me fez interromper-te, um hipopótamo, até realizar que pequeno e de pano, disse adorava ser pequena e de pano e arrependi-me logo com a pausa embaraçada e o pacote de açúcar torcido nos dedos, eu, a emendar de imediato, adorava ser um boneco de pano porque não conheci nenhum triste, tu, a medires-me as palavras, não sei, e eu, para mim mesma, talvez me tenha salvo

The following falsifications to be deleted from the proposed language: The IS of identity. You are an animal. You are a body. Now whatever you may be you are not an “animal,” you are not a “body,” because these are verbal labels. The IS of iden­tity always carries the implication of that and nothing else, and it also carries the assignment of permanent condition. To stay that way. All name calling presupposes the IS of identity. This concept is unnecessary in a hieroglyphic language like ancient Egyptian and in fact frequently omitted. No need to say the sun IS in the sky, sun in sky suffices. The verb to be can easily be omitted from any language and the followers of Count Korgybski have done this, eliminating the verb to be in English. However, it is difficult to tidy up the English language by arbitrary exclusion of concepts which remain in force so long as the unchanged language is spoken. The definite article THE. THE contains the implication of one and only: THE God, THE universe, THE way, THE right, THE wrong. If there is another, then THAT universe, THAT way is no longer THE universe, THE way. The defi­ nite article THE will be deleted and the indefinite article A will take its place. The whole concept of EITHER/OR. Right or wrong, physical or mental, true or false, the whole concept of OR will be deleted from the language and replaced by juxtaposi­tion, by AND.

dia membuat ku mengerti , membuat ku paham dan aku belajar bahwa Cinta suci itu milik orang yang masih mempunyai harapan walaupun mereka telah dikecewakan.Milik mereka yang masih percaya, walaupun mereka telah dikhianati.Milik mereka yang masih mencintai, walaupun mereka telah disakiti.Dan milik mereka yang mempunyai keberanian dan keyakinan bahwa cinta bukan untuk sementara tetapi untuk selamanya. Permulaan cinta adalah membiarkan orang yang kamu cintai menjadi dirinya sendiri, dan tidak merubahnya menjadi gambaran yang kamu inginkan. Jika tidak, kamu hanyalah mencintai pantulan dari diri sendiri yang kamu temukan di dalam dirinya. Bercinta memang mudah. Untuk dicintai juga mudah. Tapi untuk dicintai oleh orang yang kita cintai itulah yang sukar diperoleh. CINTA sejati adalah saat kau dapat merelakan CINTA itu bahagia, bukan untuk mendapatkannya.Dan satu-satunya cara agar kita memperoleh kasih sayang, ialah jangan menuntut agar kita dicintai, tetapi mulailah memberi kasih sayang kepada orang lain tanpa mengharapkan balasan. seperti lirik anya cinta yang bisa, menaklukkan dendam hanya kasih sayang tulus, yang mampu menyentuh hanya cinta yang bisa, mendamaikan benci hanya kasih sayang tulus yang mampu MENEMBUS RUANG dan WAKTU. Trima kasih JessicaGracem. Cinta ku tulus padamu

E, enchendo o cachimbo, eu sorria aos meus pensamentos. Sim! Ao outro dia deixaria essa cinzenta cidade, que lá em baixo se agachava entre os seus muros funebres como viuva que não quer ser consolada… Depois uma manhã, cortando a vaga azul, avistaria a serra fresca de Cintra: as gaivotas da patria vinham dar-me o grito de boa acolhida, esvoaçando em torno aos mastros; Lisboa pouco a pouco surgia, com as suas brancas caliças, a herva nos seus telhados, indolente e dôce aos meus olhos… Berrando «oh titi, oh titi!», eu trepava as escadas de pedra da nossa casa em Sant'Anna: e a titi, com fios de baba no queixo, punha-se a tremer diante da Grande Reliquia que eu lhe offerecia, modesto. Então, na presença de testemunhas celestes, de S. Pedro, de Nossa Senhora do Patrocinio, de S. Casimiro e de S. José, ella chamava-me «seu filho, seu herdeiro!» E ao outro dia começava a amarellecer, a definhar, a gemer… Oh delicia!

Kapangyarihan," impit ang salitang hinugot niya sa kaloob-looban. "May taglay akong kapangyarihan...," bumuntunghininga siya, tinitigan ang mga babaeng naghihintay ng sasabihin niya. "Kapangyarihang magpatayo ng titi." (p. 20)

Cinta itu adalah seraut wajah yang membuat hati bahagia saat menatapnya, gelak yang meluruhkan kepenatan seberat apa pun di penghujung hari, dan perasaan nyaman seperti pulang ke rumah setelah bertualang saat memeluk tubuh yang menyambutmu dengan sukacita.

Lo tahu masalah lo dan hampir semua cewek di dunia ini? Selalu menganggap diri sebagai korban. Ngomong setinggi gunung soal emansipasi tapi kalo udah kembali soal hubungan asmara, laki-laki tetaplah menjadi si brengsek yang nggak boleh benar. Putra

E à porta do sepulcro de Cristo, onde a titi me recomendara que entrasse de rastos, gemendo e rezando a coroa

menikah dengan seseorang yang udah lama lo kenal, nggak jadi jaminan akan berhasil

kita akan tahu siapa orang yang tepat setelah lebih dulu bertemu dengan orang yang salah.

tity of her priesthood; 20 but she has never condi tioned the validity of a Sacrament on the moral worthiness of the minister. Her early teaching on the subject is clearly apparent from the writ ings of St. Optatus of Mileve and St. Augustine against the Donatists.

In general, it could be said that we talk about many things. I’ll try to list them in no particular order. 1) The Latin American hell that, especially on weekends, is concentrated around some Kentucky Fried Chickens and McDonald’s. 2) The doings of the Buenos Aires photographer Alfredo Garófano, childhood friend of Rodrigo and now a friend of mine and of anyone with the least bit of discernment. 3) Bad translations. 4) Serial killers and mass murderers. 5) Prospective leisure as the antidote to prospective poetry. 6) The vast number of writers who should retire after writing their first book or their second or their third or their fourth or their fifth. 7) The superiority of the work of Basquiat to that of Haring, or vice versa. 8) The works of Borges and the works of Bioy. 9) The advisablity of retiring to a ranch in Mexico near a volcano to finish writing The Turkey Buzzard Trilogy. 10) Wrinkles in the space-time continuum. 11) The kind of majestic women you’ve never met who come up to you in a bar and whisper in your ear that they have AIDS (or that they don’t). 12) Gombrowicz and his conception of immaturity. 13) Philip K. Dick, whom we both unreservedly admire. 14) The likelihood of a war between Chile and Argentina and its possible and impossible consequences. 15) The life of Proust and the life of Stendhal. 16) The activities of some professors in the United States. 17) The sexual practices of titi monkeys and ants and great cetaceans. 18) Colleagues who must be avoided like limpet mines. 19) Ignacio Echevarría, whom both of us love and admire. 20) Some Mexican writers liked by me and not by him, and some Argentine writers liked by me and not by him. 21) Barcelonan manners. 22) David Lynch and the prolixity of David Foster Wallace. 23) Chabon and Palahniuk, whom he likes and I don’t. 24) Wittgenstein and his plumbing and carpentry skills. 25) Some twilit dinners, which actually, to the surprise of the diner, become theater pieces in five acts. 26) Trashy TV game shows. 27) The end of the world. 28) Kubrick’s films, which Fresán loves so much that I’m beginning to hate them. 29) The incredible war between the planet of the novel-creatures and the planet of the story-beings. 30) The possibility that when the novel awakes from its iron dreams, the story will still be there.

When a man makes a promise, he makes it on his honor. When a witch makes a promise, they feel it in their bones. Titi believed words are power: they may lay your destiny in stone or shatter a legacy altogether. Words can damn or bless in equal measure, and are never to be used lightly.

What was all this adult misery about? I had my theory. They must all feel guilty. If Papi slowly poisoned himself to death, then of course it must be Miami's fault (as had long been the theory), or maybe Abuelita now blamed herself and the failure of her spirit powers. Titi Carmen too might have faulted herself for not understanding. And how many times had I heard Titi Judy criticized for Tio Vitin's failure to visit the family more often--even though Tio Vitin was Abuelita's son and Titi Judy was just his wife? That was how their minds worked: if a man did something wrong, there was a woman to blame, whether a wife, mother, sister, or sister-in-law. I recognized that it must be horribly painful to imagine you could have stopped him but didn't. But I also knew all that was nonsense. There was no saving Papi from himself.

Olga did not see this as a theft as much as an equalization of resources: Mrs. Henderson had aggressively accumulated too much of something while her family had acutely too little. At the Henderson wedding, despite all the time and energy spent discussing, procuring, pleating, and angling these napkins, they would go unnoticed. But at Mabel’s, like a black Chanel suit in a sea of knockoff Hervé Léger bandage dresses, they would stop people in their tracks. “¡Qué elegante!” she could hear her Titi Lola saying. She could picture her Tío Richie holding two of them over his chest and saying, “Hey, how many do you think I’d need to make a guayabera?” There would be countless cousins uttering, simply, “Classy,” as they thumbed the fabric between their fingers. This was the least Olga could do, she felt. Why shouldn’t her family get to know the feeling of imported Belgian flax against their laps? Because

The sudden change sickened me, for what it implied about mom, my titis, Abuela, and primas. My Perez women were messy derelict squalor. My English dad was manicured Americana.

terbiasa nggak bisa bikin cinta lantas tumbuh

Saat mencintai seseorang, kita terkadang melanggar batas yang kita tetapkan untuk diri sendiri. Garis benar dan salah yang seharusnya terang-benderang jadi kabur. Logika dan akal sehat bersembunyi karena diintimidasi perasaan.

Takdir setelah pernikahan itu tidak berada di dalam kendali kita. Bukan kita yang menentukan jalan hidup.

Ya, cinta memang kadang-kadang membuat kita tolol. Itu saat di mana kita menganggap orang lain menjadi jauh lebih penting daripada diri kita sendiri. Anira

Kadang-kadang, orang nyangka masalah hidup mereka berat banget, tapi sebenarnya yang mereka butuhkan hanya duduk berdua dan saling mendengarkan. Risyad

Aku pernah gagal dalam pernikahan. Dan itu menyakitkan. Jadi, aku memang sangat berhati-hati dalam berhubungan dengan laki-laki. Aku beneran harus yakin kalau dia bisa menerimaku dengan status seperti ini. Bukan hanya dia, melainkan juga keluarganya. Karena meskipun tidak tinggal satu atap dengan keluarganya, mustahil menghindari interaksi dengan mereka. Dan aku lebih memilih untuk nggak masuk dalam keluarga yang sudah nggak menerimaku dari awal. Kayana

Aku nggak harus membuktikan kualitas diriku kepada orang lain untuk diterima, Dam. Dan sudah sifat alami manusia untuk percaya pada persepsinya sendiri daripada penjelasan orang lain. Kayana

Nggak ada kebahagiaan yang melebihi daripada menjadi seorang Ibu untuk perempuan. Punya anak mungkin merepotkan, tapi rasanya tetap luar biasa, karena hanya kepada anak saja kita bisa memberi semua yang kita miliki tanpa pamrih. Kita masih memikirkan pamrih pada pasangan, atau orangtua sekalipun, tapi pada anak, kita nggak akan berhitung, Kay. Ibu

Masa laluku menyesakkan, tetapi bukan berarti aku akan menggunakan seluruh masa kini dan masa depanku untuk bersembunyi.

Cinta juga punya umur karena perasaan itu tidak abadi.

Titi monkeys were extremely difficult to catch alive. The only way, they discovered, was to kill a mother with a blowgun and a poisoned dart. The titi youngster would not let go of its mother even as she came crashing down the tree.

We can see what love encompasses in studies of the fluffy little titi monkey conducted by Bill Mason and Sally Mendoza of the University of California. Females nurse their babies but don’t offer any other maternal responses. They do not groom or touch their infants. The true nurturer is the male, who assumes 80 percent of the infant care. It’s the male who holds and carries the baby, who is emotionally engaged and is the safe haven. Baby titis don’t seem to mind at all when the mother is removed from the family for a while, but when the father is taken away, the infants’ levels of the stress hormone cortisol soar.

Porque agora, eu estava bem decidido a não deixar ir para Jesus, filho de Maria, a aprazível fortuna do Comendador G. Godinho. Pois quê! Não bastavam ao Senhor os seus tesouros incontáveis; as sombrias catedrais de mármore, que atulham a terra e a entristecem; as inscrições, os papeis de credito que a piedade humana constantemente averba em seu nome; as pás de ouro que os Esdados, reverentes, lhe depositam aos pés trespassados de pregos; as alfaias, os cálices, e os botões de punho de diamantes que ele usa na camisa, na sua Igreja da Graça? E ainda voltava, do alto do madeiro, os olhos vorazes para um bule de prata, e uns insípidos prédios da Baixa! Pois bem! Disputaremos esses mesquinhos, fugitivos haveres, tu, ó filho do carpinteiro, mostrando à Titi a chaga que por ela recebeste, uma tarde, numa cidade bárbara da Ásia, e eu adorando essa chaga, com tanto ruído e tanto fausto, que a Titi não possa saber onde está o mérito, se em ti que morreste por nos amar de mais, se em mim que quero morrer por não te saber amar bastante!. . . Assim pensava olhando de través o céu, no silencio da Rua de São Lázaro.

Muda, impressionada, ela acendeu reverentemente, uma a uma, todas as velas do altar. Chegou mais para a borda uma imagem de São José, favorito da sua alma, para que fosse ele o primeiro a receber a ardente rajada de preces que ia escapar-se, em tumulto, do meu coração cheio e ansioso. Deixou-me entrar, de rastos. Depois, em silêncio, desapareceu, cerrando o reposteiro com recato. E eu ali fiquei, sentado na almofada da Titi, coçando os joelhos, suspirando alto ? e pensando na Viscondessa de Souto Santos eu de Vilar-o-Velho, e nos beijos vorazes que lhe atiraria por aqueles ombros maduros e suculentos, se a pudesse ter só um instante, ali mesmo que fosse, no oratório, aos pés de ouro de Jesus, meu Salvador!

Enfim, a titi faz favor, deixa-me aqui um bocadinho só, no oratório, para aliviar... Muda, impressionada, ela acendeu reverentemente, uma a uma, todas as velas do altar. Chegou mais para a borda uma imagem de São José, favorito da sua alma, para que fosse ele o primeiro a receber a ardente rajada de preces que ia escapar-se, em tumulto, do meu coração cheio e ansioso. Deixou-me entrar, de rastos. Depois, em silêncio, desapareceu, cerrando o reposteiro com recato. E eu ali fiquei, sentado na almofada da Titi, coçando os joelhos, suspirando alto -- e pensando na Viscondessa de Souto Santos ou de Vilar-o-Velho, e nos beijos vorazes que lhe atiraria por aqueles ombros maduros e suculentos, se a pudesse ter só um instante, ali mesmo que fosse, no oratório, aos pés de ouro de Jesus, meu Salvador!