Tyne Quotes

Wear your pain like lip gloss!

My love is unique. No one can rival her, for she is the most beautiful girl alive. Just by passing, she has stolen my heart.

When I was in my early twenties I didn't have a need to rub together, back when my life was a series of wants and whims. But recently I had felt overwhelmed by longings that seemed to lunge out of me in the most awkward situations.

All I had to say to anyone that doubted our love was, "Eat your knickers!".

It was here in Mayfair, that adjectives such as gracious elegant sophisticated and sublime trip off the tongue like coins into a parking meter.

A pair of Blahniks and a girl can vanquish anything

Not only was Miss Cribbe bearded, and always trying to get chummy with us like we we're her real children or something, but she had a disgusting incontinent springer spaniel called Misty, who was constantly sneaking in to the dorms and weeing on our duvets

London is speared by the tube map of fashion zone: zone one is classic-edgy, zone two is edgy-dowdy while the counties do a classic, edgy, dowdy hotch potch - epitomised so beautifully by Kate Moss.

The Duke is worried you lack the fitness to walk up Bond Street. You’re generation lacks the drive.

She was the sort of woman who could suck out free will and self esteem with a look.

One can’t be too safe, only too sorry.

I’ve got you under my skin, or is it just my eczma again?

I suppose a cycle courier knows better than anyone how a murder on Marble Arch can hold up traffic.

The Classic Notting Hill junkie, i.e; Armani underwear, Pink’s shirt and Burberry belt tourniquets

Chic rarely bothers to leave the Rue De Faubourg Saint-Honore.

Men are mystifying creatures. For instance why do all men think their penis is a panacea for all the world’s problems?

I suppose you’re young,’ she conceded, managing once again to make youth sound like impetigo

What he needed was a metaphorical Bobbit job

Never take drugs before Marmalade

The spirit of Mayfair beats in the soul of dandies and dandizettes everywhere.

My astrologer predicted a year of successful enterprise and good fortune. So what went wrong? Had there been some ghastly beaureaucratic astral mix up?

Men think wiles charming unless they find out your charms are wiles.

It's called joining the property market - and it shits on war for stress

I had walked all over the fragile bloom of his heart like a Boadicea in Blahniks

The Only place to love a man or fight a man is below the belt

The things you see when you’re not carrying a gun

Pleasantly bustling shoppers streamed past us on Bond Street - smart-suited men and well-heeled women whose commitment to luxury goods glazed over their eyes like a bad case of malaria.

I had wasted my life in the pursuit of a career, romance, financial independence and the best heels in town when it seems I could have done more for my self esteem with a .38 calibre handgun

He was your usual man when it came to romance, which is to say he couldn’t recite Baa Baa Black Sheep when sober, whereas when drunk, sixteen cantos of Byron’s Don Juan was par for the course.

We live in different times. I would not have described London as a city of gun-toters but that was when Londoners still said sorry when you knock them over and called cappuccinos fluffy coffees & policemen, bobbies!

My depth of purse is not so great Nor yet my bibliophilic greed, That merely buying doth elate: The books I buy I like to read: Still e'en when dawdling in a mead, Beneath a cloudless summer sky, By bank of Thames, or Tyne, or Tweed, The books I read — I like to buy.

I was born in a hovel on the banks of the Tyne, as so many of us were back then.

She was to my ego what Rasputin was to morality, whittling away at my self-image with menaces and put downs viewed as compliments until I realised I was too old, too fat, too tall, too dull, too everything to ever find love.

A critic is someone who never actually goes to the battle, yet who afterwords comes out shooting the wounded.

Clamboring over building detritus was not the lifestyle Karl Lagerfeld had in mind for this sweet little powder-blue suit. As he oversaw the hand stitching in his atelier he had probably imagined the suit living a life of tea parties and lunches with the girls at the Ivy

I truly believe that the boredom of illness is parlous to one's health

Once I have fairly seized you, to have and to hold, I'll just -figuratively speaking - attach you to a chain like this' (touching his watchguard). 'Yes, bonny wee thing, I'll wear you in my bosom, lest my jewel I should tyne.

All food is just a vehicle for transporting butter to my mouth

Love is as strict as acting. If you want to love somebody, stand there and do it. If you don't, don't. There are no other choices.

Darling, I'm so unutterably bored as to be a hazard

I had entered a world that no one with an evolved sense of joie de vivre would touch with a barge pole - it's called "Joining the Property Market" and it trumps war for stress!

Pamela could be at the gym right now, or at the salon, or with the board of directors dealing with the business. She could be anywhere.

Shkodra në mëngjese Kendojnë bashkë në mengjese pesë kumbonare, kendojnë në ajri mbi Shkoder ende fjetë: mbi Maranaj qet vetllen kureshtare agimi e hjedh në liqe synin e qetë. Perhapë lajmin e zgjimit rrezja e parë të parat përshëndetje dridhen në heshti të letë, e shpejt në at lavdi dielli, qi e veshë fare Shkodra kumbon me zane, zhurmë e jetë. E ai diell prendvere i ri shprazet në shtepija udha e lulishta tue ngjallë ngjyra e shkendija, tue mbshtjellë gjithshka si nji tis ari, i hollë: skaj në skaj si lum gzimi tue rreshqitë në syt e vashave, qeshë, e mbush me dritë kaçurrelat e tyne kur shkojnë në shkollë.

He could be anywhere by now, so that is where I look for him. Anywhere... There are times when I don't recognize this woman who plays with such self-possession. She is something that I have faked. She is William Tyne's daughter, I supposed; his idea of her. I put her forward when I am performing so that he will approach me. I strive to make her taller than she is, more graceful, less unsure. I don't think other people have to try so hard in their lives. Or do they? Are we all living like this? So close to this mesh of nerves? So I played for my father another concerto, though he was never one for sitting still in a chair. He would make an exception for me, though, his firstborn. He would see the progress I have made.

Vetmia Më plak mërzitja që vetmia më sjell; përbuzja, urrejtja të gjith sendet m'i mbështjell që kam shumë anmiq të liq në këto sende pa shpirt, Nuk flasin. As sy s'kanë. Po mue më bahet se aty janë vetëm që të më plasin zemrën. Së paku, të më shajnë: I mallkuem! Së paku, të anë tallin: I uruem! Së paku, të më këndojnë: -I yni zot! Ose të më thonë: - Jeton kot! Të flasin, të flasin se fjalë due në kët vetmi me ndigjue. Ose të më tregojnë historinë e tyne, autobiografinë: ndoshta ty do gjej gjasim mejeten tcme pa tingllim që në vetmi po e kaloj - dhe s'po dij a rroj e s'rroj. Sendet heshtin. - sa të pamëshirë! Më bajnë dhe mue të hesht me pahirë, pse gojë s'kanë dhe nuk flasin, aty janë vetëm të më plasin zemrën teme që po vuen dhe në mërzi vetveten truen.

Rezignata Na shprehun të ngushlluem gjetme në vaj... Mjerimet i morme në pajë mejetë... se kjo botë mbarë ndër gji t'Univerzumit asht një varrë, ku qenia e dënueme shkrrahet rrshanë me vullnet të ndrydhun në grusht të një vigani. - Një sy i stolisun me lot të kulluet së dhimbes së thellë ndrit nga skaji i mjerimit, e kaiherë një refleks i një mendimit të hjedhtë veton rreth rruzullimit shfrimin me gjetë mnis së vet të mnerëtë... Por kreu varet, syn' i trishtuem, mbyllet e nga qerpiku një lot i kjart' shtyhet rrokulliset nga ftyra, bie në tokë e thrrimet, e ndër thrrimet e vogla të lotit ka një njeri lindet Secili prej tyne n'udhë të fatit të vet niset me shpresë në ngadhnim ma të vogël, përshkon të gjitha viset kah rrugët janë të shtrueme me ferra e rreth të cilave shifen vorret të shpëlamë me lotë e të marrët që zgërdhihen.

Blasfemi Notojnë xhamiat dhe kishat nëpër kujtime tona, e lutjet pa kuptim e shije përplasen për muret e tyne dhe nga këto lutje zemra zotit ende s'iu thye, por vazhdoi të rrahi ndër lodra dhe kumbona. Xhamiat dhe kishat madhshtore ndër vende të mjerueme... Kumbonaret dhe minaret e nalta mbi shtëpia tona përdhecke... Zani i hoxhës dhe i priftit në një kangë të degjenerueme... 0 pikturë ideale, e vjetër një mijë vjeçe! Notojnë xhamiat dhe kishat nëpër kujtime të fetarve. Tingujt e kumbonës ngatrrohen me zanin e kasnecit, Shkëlqen shejtnia mbi zhguna dhe ndër mjekra të hoxhallarve 0, sa engjuj të bukur përpara derës së ferrit! Mbi kështjellat mijvjeçare qëndrojnë sorrat e smueme, krahët i kanë varë pa shpresë-simbojt e shpresave të humbune me klithma të dëshprueme bajnë fjalë mbi jetë të pëmdueme, kur kështjellat mijvjeçare si xhixha shkëlqejshin të lumtuna.

Schopenhauer-i thote: "Grate nuk mund te jene gjeniale, por vetem te talentueme, sepse intelekti i tyne asht i pazoti per me zotnuem mbi vullnetin". Edhe mue keshtu me duket. Po qysh kure me duket keshtu? Qysh se mbarova se lexuemi fjalet e tija. Perpara se te lexojshem kto, une nuk e dijshem ket te vertete. Pra per mue ajo s'ishte e tille. Keshtu na zakonisht s'bajme tjeter vecse me pervetsuem te vertetat e te tjervet. Ato mbesin te hueja edhe kur na bine pershtat: si rroba t'uhajtuna qi veshim e cveshim. Njoftja e se vertetes qindron ne njoftjen objektive te vetvetes e jo n'ate te te tjervet, qofshin kta edhe filozfet ma te permendum.

Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the Earth.

He is now a hypernormal, a person with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal man--a superhero. Now he must find

A monster can be created because we look the other way when a domestic crime is being committed. Taking no action will get a reaction, causing a tidal wave of consequence "....... D. H . Jarrett

You know, my hair is very upsetting to people, but it's upsetting on purpose. It is important to look old so that the young will not be afraid of dying. People don't like old women. We don't honor age in our society, and we certainly don't honor it in Hollywood.

Të lindet njeriu Të lindet një njeri nga gjin' i dheut tonë të rim me lot të vakët, nga thalb' i shpirtit tonë që shkrihet në dëshirë të flakët për një gen të ri, - Të lindet një njeri! Pa hyll në ball - por që me fjalë të pushton, që të rrëmben qetsin e ban gjaku të të vlojë rrkajë, e ban synin ligshtin ta zhgjetojë, që nëpër shekuj ndërgjegjen na tradhton. Të dali një njeri! Të mkambi një Kohë të Re! Të krijojë një Epope! Ndër lahuta tona të këndohet Jeta e Re... - Të gjithë kombet po dehen n'epopea të veta, flakë e zjarrmit të tyne na i përzhiti ftyrat dhe nëpër to një nga një po shtohen rrudhat, e nën kambë e mbi krye tinzë po na ikjeta. (Liri! - Po, liri dhe gaforrja gëzon, porgaforre asht... Liri, ku plogsi ndërgjegje gjallon, jo, liri nuk asht!), Të lindet një njeri i madh si madhni dhe ndërgjegjet tona t'i ndezi në dashni për një ide të re, ideal bujar, për një agim të lum e të drejtë kombtar.

Professor A. H. Maslow, for example, has conducted a series of researches into extremely healthy people that have led him to conclude that health and optimism are far more positive principles in human psychology than Freud would ever have admitted. Man is a slave to the delusion that he is a passive creature, a creature of circumstance; this is because he makes the mistake of identifying himself with his limited everyday consciousness, and is unaware of the immense forces that lie just beyond the threshold of consciousness. But these forces, although he is unaware of them on a conscious level, are still a far more active influence in his life than any external circumstances. Freudian psychology, for all its achievements, has made a twofold error: it has tried to anatomize the human mind as a pathologist would dissect a corpse, and it has limited its researches to sick human beings. Sick men talk about their illness far more than healthy people talk about their health; in fact, healthy people are usually too absorbed in living to bother with self-revelation. Psychology has consequently been inclined to divide the world into sick people and “normal” people, regarding occasional super-normality as the exception; Maslow has shown that super-normality is a great deal commoner than would be supposed; in fact as common as sub-normality. Ordinarily healthy people often experience a sense of intense life-affirmation (which Maslow calls “peak experiences”); and examination of peak experiences has led Maslow to conclude that the evolutionary drive (which is so clear in art and philosophy) is as basic a part of human psychology as the Freudian libido or the Adlerian will to self-assertion. — Colin Wilson, “‘Six Thousand Feet Above Men and Time‘: Remarks on Nietzsche and Kierkegaard” (1965) (Wilson C. “Six Thousand Feet Above Men and Time”: Remarks on Nietzsche and Kierkegaard // Stanley C. (Ed.). Colin Wilson: Collected Essays on Philosophers. — Newcastle upon Tyne: Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 2016. Pp. 110–111.)

She thought often of her own death, but without fear, loss having been her only belonging in this life. For years, acceptance had been her only means of survival. She knew that no matter how miserable or wretched life became, all she could do with her meek piece of time was sustain it. Decades of guilt, lost faith, the betrayal by those few people she'd let herself love - it was worth enduring these things, if only for the gift of a single, exalted moment. And such moments happened, even frequently, in the lives of people wise enough to see them.

UKIP SHIPPING FORECAST by Nicholas Pegg After a UKIP councillor claimed widespread flooding in the UK was God’s punishment for allowing same-sex marriage, author/performer Nicholas Pegg wrote his own version of the Shipping Forecast. His recording went viral, receiving 250,000 hits in four days. ‘And now the shipping forecast issued by UKIP on Sunday the 19 January 2014 at 1200 UTC. There are warnings of gays in Viking, Forties, Cromarty, Southeast Iceland and Bongo Bongo land. The general synopsis at midday: Low intelligence expected, becoming Little England by midnight tonight. And now the area forecasts for the next 24 hours. Viking, North Utsire, South Utsire: south easterly gay seven to severe gay nine, occasionally bisexual. Showers – gay. Forties, Cromarty, Forth, Tyne, Dogger, Fisher: women veering southerly 4 or 5, losing their identity and becoming sluts. Rain – moderate or gay. German blight, immigration veering north – figures variable, becoming psychotic. Showers – gay. Humber, Thames, Dover, Wight, Portland, Plymouth: benefit tourism 98%, becoming variable – later slight, or imaginary. Showers – gay. Biscay, Trafalgar: warm, lingering nationalism. Kiss me Hardy, later becoming heterosexual – good. FitzRoy, Sole, Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea, Shannon, Rockall, Malin, Hebrides, Bailey: right or extreme right, veering racist 4 or 5, increasing to 5 to 7. Homophobic outburst – back-peddling westerly and becoming untenable. Showers – gay. Fair Isle, Faeroes, South East Iceland: powerbase decreasing, variable – becoming unelectable. Good. And that concludes the forecast.

Always more fish in the sea. Hey, are those for me?” “Sure.

Papritmas, sikur një fat kirurg të më paskej operue për një verbni të kahershme tue pasë sukses të plotë e të menjëhershëm, ngre kryet nga jeta jeme anonime drejt vetdijes së kjartë të mënyrës si ekzistoj. Dhe shoh se gjithë çka kam ba, çka kam mendue, çka kam qenë, asht njëfarë mashtrimi dhe marrije. Habitem me atë që nuk kam arritë të shoh. Çuditem me sa kam qenë tue vu re se në fund të fundit nuk jam. Shoh, si në një pllajë diellin që thyen retë, jetën teme të shkueme; dhe vërej, me habi metafizike, sesi të gjitha gjestet e mia ma të sigurta, idetë e mia ma të kjarta dhe qëllimet ma logjike s’kenkan tjetër përpos një dehje e lindun me ne, një çmenduni natyrore, një injorancë madhore. Mirpo as nuk kam recitue. Më kanë recitue. Nuk kam qenë aktori, por gjestet e tij. Gjithë ç’kam ba, mendue e qenë, asht një shumë nënshtrimi, qoftë ndaj një miti kallp që kam pandehë temin pse kam veprue nisë nga ai, qoftë ndaj një peshe rrethanash që kam ngatërrue për ajrin që frymëmerrja. Në ktë çast të të pamit, jam një vetmitar i menjëhershëm që e njeh veten azilant në vendin ku e kam pandehë veten prore qytetar. Në ma të thellën brendësi t’asaj që kam mendue nuk kam qenë un. Më ngërthen këtbotë një terror sarkastik i jetës, një ligështim që shkon përtej kufijve t’individualitetit të ndërgjegjshëm. E di se kam qenë një gabim dhe një humbje rruge, se nuk kam jetue kurr, se kam ekzistue veç pse kam mbushë kohë me ndërgjegje e mendim. Dhe ndjesia jeme për vedin asht ajo që zgjohet mbas një gjumi plot andrra reale, ase t’atij që asht lirue, falë një tërmeti, nga drita e pakët e burgut me të cilën qe mësue. Asht kaq e vështirë me e përshkrue atë që ndihet kur ndien se ekziston përnjëmend, dhe se shpirti asht një entitet real, sa nuk di cilat janë fjalët njerzore me të cilat mund ta përcaktojmë. S’e di në kam ethe, si ndiej, në kam reshtë së pasi ethet e të qenit njeri që flen jetën. Po, e përsëris, jam si një udhëtar që papritmas gjendet në një qytet të huej pa e ditur si ka mbërritë aty; dhe më vijnë në mendje rastet e atyne që humbasin kujtesën, dhe janë tjetërkush për shum kohë. Kam qenë një tjetër për shum kohë (që nga lindja te ndërgjegja), dhe zgjohem tash në mes t’urës, kthye me fytyrë kah lumi, tue ditë se ekziston në mënyrë ma të qendrueshme sesa ai që un kam qenë deri tash. Por qyteti m’asht i panjohun, rrugët të reja, dhe sëmundja pa shërim. Pres pra tue hedhë vështrimin prej urës, se mos kalon e vërteta, dhe se mos ristabilizohem i asgjashëm dhe i sajuem, inteligjent e natyror. Kje një çast, dhe kaloi sakaq. Shoh tashma mobiljet që më rrethojnë, dizajnin e letrës së vjetër të mureve, diellin përmes xhameve të pluhunt. Pashë të vërtetën për një çast. Kjeshë për një çast, vetdijshëm, çka njerzit e mëdhenj janë përballë jetës. Kujtoj aktet e tyne dhe fjalët e tyre, dhe nuk e di a kjenë tundue edhe ata në mënyrë fitimtare nga Demoni i Realitetit. Mos me ditë për veten d.m.th. me jetue. Me ditë ndopak për veten d.m.th. me mendue. Me u ba me ditë për veten, papritmas, si në ktë moment shëlbyes, d.m.th. me e pasë qilembyll sytë nocionin e monadës intime, të fjalës magjike të shpirtit. Por një dritë e papritun djeg gjithçka, konsumon gjithçka. Na zhvesh deri edhe nga vetja e jonë. Kje vetëm një çast, dhe un e pashë veten. Mandej, s’di ma me thanë çka kjeshë. Dhe në fund, kam gjumë, pse, s’di pse, mendoj se kuptimi asht me fjetë. Fernando Pessoa – “Libri i shqetsimit nga Bernardo Soares” (shqipëroi: Astrit Cani)

But she had been taught that work was worship, so as long as her hands were busy and her heart was on God, she could redeem the rest of the day. Without

They ‘possess each other like demon lovers, alternately clinging together as one and then separating in furious mutual rejection. They encircle one another in a bond of steel …

cast thy bread upon the waters and it shall come back to thee after many days’.

she was never, I felt, truly emotionally warm towards anyone,

it takes a very secure male ego to handle sexual equality.

Hers was a toughness born from bitterness and tragedy, where every ounce of optimism or humour had been beaten out of her by experience.

Women might be beaten senseless by their husbands in the house next door, but it was never mentioned.

if an infant’s earliest experience of his mother is such that he has not acquired the conviction of her essential "goodness", he will then find it impossible to achieve any conviction of his own essential "goodness" or lovability, and will possess no inner sense of self- esteem upon which to rely. However successful he may be in later life, he will remain intensely vulnerable to failure, rejection or disappointment, which will seem to him the end of the world, and throw him into profound depression.

Don’t wait for someone to hand over a red cape and call you a hero. Jump the fuck in. ~ First Sergeant Michael “Mako” Tyne

Just like as in a nest of boxes round, Degrees of sizes in each box are found: So, in this world, may many others be Thinner and less, and less still by degree … by Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle-upon-Tyne (1623–1653)

Femnat ndiejnë shpeshherë ma tepër sesa dijnë, sidomos kur bahet fjalë për jetën dhe ardhmëninë e tyne.

To be ill-treated by your mother, who is supposed to be a loving, nurturing figure, is one of the most damaging things that can happen to a child.

Two years after giving the Ballard Matthews Lectures, Lewis delivered the Riddell Memorial Lectures at the Newcastle upon Tyne campus of the University of Durham on three consecutive evenings, 24–26 February 1943.[507] These remarkable lectures were published as The Abolition of Man in 1943 by Oxford University Press. Lewis here argues that contemporary moral reflection has been undermined by a radical subjectivity—a trend he discerns within contemporary school textbooks. In response to this development, Lewis calls for a renewal of the moral tradition based on “the doctrine of objective value, the belief that certain attitudes are really true, and others really false, to the kind of thing the universe is and the kind of things we are.”[508] Lewis here criticises those who argue that all statements of value (such as “this waterfall is pretty”)[509] are merely subjective statements about the speaker’s feelings, rather than objective statements concerning their object. Lewis argues that certain objects and actions merit positive or negative reactions—in other words, that a waterfall can be objectively pretty, just as someone’s actions can be objectively good or evil. He argues there is a set of objective values (which he terms “the Tao”)[510] that are common to all cultures, with only minor variations. Although The Abolition of Man is now considered a difficult book, its arguments remain highly significant.

Në historinë e publicistikës ka dy kahje përsa i përket polemikës. Në njërin kah asht polemika si aspekt i debatit publik mbi idetë, ndërsa në kahun tjetër asht polemika si aspekt i propagandës... Polemika si aspekt i propagandës ka karakter demagogjik. Ky lloj i polemikës është kultivuar në shoqëritë totalitare, komuniste, fashiste apo fundamentaliste. Ky lloj i polemikës ka si veti jo analizën e ideve të personit apo të personave me të cilët polemizohet sepse kjo nuk shkon me karakterin demagogjik të saj, por etiketimin në sens përkeqësues të tyne, denigrimin e tyne në çdo aspekt të personalitetit të tyne. Prej këtej fjalori random tejet vulgar i përdorun në polemikat e këtij lloji. Analiza e ideve të kundërshtarit ze pak vend në këto lloj polemikash...

Sometimes God plants a seed in us because he knows it needs to germinate for a long time before it comes to fruition.

You may have to wait. And it may not be what you expected. But if you really do believe God wants this for you, it will happen, and it will be exactly what it was supposed to be.

Në oqeanin njerzorë Jashta njerëzve që sot takova në Luzern Skaj lumit Rojs,e ishte ditë pazari Tjetër soj njeriut nuk besoj se ka Mes tyne takova kirurgë,astronomë Sharlatana e priftën,magjypë e astrologë, Cinik,sarkastik,satrap e Ku-Klux-Klan, Kriminela e shënjtën,bigot e narkoman, Camorra,Opus Dei e taliban, Tepër shumë asish të dënjë për St. Urban* Mes tyne edhe unë,nji rreshqanor kuptues I pajisun me cogito,me nji homunkulus, Zegjin me vademekum,rezil me vadetekum, Një pikë uji që ka esencën e individit Këtu mes morisë në Oqeanin Njerzorë. *Shënim : St.Urban-i është spital psikiatrik në Zvicër.

neurosurgeon. I graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill in 1976 with a major in chemistry and earned my M.D. at Duke University Medical School in 1980. During my eleven years of medical school and residency training at Duke as well as Massachusetts General Hospital and Harvard, I focused on neuroendocrinology, the study of the interactions between the nervous system and the endocrine system—the series of glands that release the hormones that direct most of your body’s activities. I also spent two of those eleven years investigating how blood vessels in one area of the brain react pathologically when there is bleeding into it from an aneurysm—a syndrome known as cerebral vasospasm. After completing a fellowship in cerebrovascular neurosurgery in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne in the United Kingdom, I spent fifteen years on the faculty of Harvard Medical School as an associate professor of surgery, with a specialization in neurosurgery. During those years I operated on countless patients, many of them with severe, life-threatening brain conditions.

She had lovely eyes - an odd, green-blue shade - and a really dirty, likeable smile. She was gorgeous, even with her hair scraped back and wearing that horrible overall thing in a nineteen-fifties blue check -   Actually, she was gorgeous because of that. She was just an ordinary gorgeous working girl in a crap job in a small town in the north of England and that broke Given’s heart, because he longed to be ordinary.   He’d love to date a girl like that.

The ideal partner will be passionate, permanent, partner-ready, problem-solving, parent-material, productive, personable, and protective. Yet partners are just human...The essential question(for the woman with an unplanned pregnancy): Does the biological father (have) enough of them for you to bring a child into the relationship?

You don’t sound convinced.” “Quite true, Tyne, quite true.” “Well what if you’re wrong?” “Then I will be convinced it was the other way.

Sure, she “loved” him, or she couldn’t have spent the last year dating him. But after a point, love means the rest of your life, and that’s where she hesitated.

The lesson, if she was forced to find one, was that in times of crisis like this, she was supposed to turn to God, and not her boyfriend.

Bards write them because they can’t hold them back. Sadness has got to flow out or it gets stuck and turns bitter.” Tyne

What idea have the south-country people of the Tyne? The truth is any object nearly 300 miles distant is not only entirely out of range of metropolitan sympathy, but pretty nearly out of the confines of metropolitan knowledge. To thousands and thousands the tune is barley a sound; it conveys no ideas.

She crept out of her car as quietly and carefully as a woman in stiletto boots wearing a puppy in a frontpack could.

while

I had made the unwise decision to have my old clothes bagged and wear my fancy new finds home, so that I could debut my new look to the world at large. The reaction had been mixed at best, but often Tyne and wear was unable to keep up with my style savvy, so I didn't let it dishearten me.

paper. It was still in the box when I got here.” Her directions

Aj nuk kthehej prej Kuvendit të burravet. Mortja ia hoq shpatën prej doret kur po e ngjeshte e kur po e shtrengote radhët. Kalat e Arbënit, metun pa zot,u shumne,e votrat e Arbënit u shkretuene. Mi germadhat e kalavet e mi votrat e shkretueme plehnuene jeniçert e sulltanit,e prej plehit të tyne bine ferra e hitha,çi e mbuluene Arbënin e bukur të Motit të Madh. -Dom Nikoll Mazrreku,Me flamujt e Kastriotvet

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Man plans and God laughs,

All right.

Flair shook his head. “Wendy Tynes broke into the home for, at best, specious reasons. A light on? Movement? Please. She also had a compelling motive for planting evidence and the means—and she had knowledge that Dan Mercer’s house would be searched soon. It is worse than the fruits from a poisonous tree. Any evidence found in the house has to be thrown out.” “Wendy

Jocelyn sniffed, desolation welling in her throat at her mama’s callous disregard for her feelings. “And it is your duty to protect your daughters! Not worry about whether your next set of jewels will be enough to gain you more influence as the Duchess of Tyne.” Her mother glared, but she wasn’t finished. “Your daughters’ lives mean something. Should mean something beyond material possessions. My God, don’t you have a heart?

Tyne Tunnel.

She had devoted time to improving her reading and was now more than proficient. The shelf she'd first cleared with Bianca overflowed with tales of King Arthur and his knights, Ovid's poetry, plays by Sophocles, Aristotle and Aeschylus, Apuleius, names she loved repeating in her mind because the mere sound of them conjured the drama, pageantry, passion, transformations and suffering of their heroes and heroines. One of her favorite writers was Geoffrey Chaucer-- his poems of pilgrims exchanging stories as they traveled to a shrine in Canterbury were both heart aching and often sidesplittingly funny. Admittedly, one of the reasons she loved Chaucer was because she could read him for herself. It was the same reason she picked up Shakespeare over and over, and the works of Margaret Cavendish, the Duchess of Newcastle upon Tyne. They all wrote in English. Regarded as quite the eccentric, the duchess was a woman of learning who, like Rosamund, was self-taught. Her autobiography, A True Relation of my Birth, Breeding and Life, a gift from Mr. Henderson, gave Rosamund a model to emulate. Here was a woman who dared to consider not only philosophy, science, astronomy and romance, but to write about her reflections and discoveries in insightful ways. Defying her critics, she determined that women were men's intellectual equal, possessed of as quick a wit and as many subtleties if only given the means to express themselves-- in other words, access to education.

I felt relief sweep over me. The man who has scared me as a child and ruled over me as an adulto, who had done more than anyone to undermine my self-confidence, was no longer in control of my life.

This is Northumbria, spanning Durham, Yorkshire, and Northumberland, the northernmost county in England. Here was once the frontier, the last place, where, in the second century, the Romans built their vast fortifications to hold back the Scots and the Picts: first Hadrian’s Wall, running from the banks of the Tyne in the east to the Solway Firth in the west; and later, in a fit of optimism – or arrogance – the more northerly Antonine Wall, from the Firth of Forth in the east to the Firth of Clyde in the west, before abandoning it in favor of a consolidation of the southern defenses. In time, the remains of the Antonine Wall will come to be referred to as the Devil’s Dyke, but by then the Romans will be long gone, their fortresses already falling into ruin, leaving the blood to dry, and the land to bear their scars. Because the land remembers. So the Romans depart, and chaos descends. The Angles invade from Germania, battling the natives and one another, before eventually forging two kingdoms, Northumbria and Mercia, only to see them fall to the Norsemen in the ninth century, who will themselves be defeated by the kings of Wessex. More blood, more scars. In 927 AD, Northumbria becomes part of Athelstan’s united England. In 1066 William the Conqueror lands with his Normans, and crushes the Northumbrian resistance to Norman rule. The Norman castles rise, but they, like the Romans and the Angles before, are forced to defend themselves against the Scots. They leave their dead at Alnwick and Redesdale, Tyndale and Otterburn. The land has a taste for blood now. More conflicts follow – the Wars of the Roses, the Rising in the North, the Civil War, the Jacobite rebellions – and the ground makes way for new bones, but the blood never really dries. Dig deep enough, expose the depths, and one might almost glimpse seams of red and white, like the strata of rock: blood and bone, over and over, the landscape infused by them, forever altered and forever changing. Because the killing never stops.

Shipments of coal from Newcastle upon Tyne, an expanding coal port on the Tyne River in the northeast of England, increased accordingly from about thirty-five thousand tons in the midsixteenth century to about four hundred thousand tons by 1625. In two generations, the historian J. U. Nef concludes, “the coal trade from the Tyne had multiplied twelvefold.”22

In primitive societies the person who was almost as important as the shaman and operated on the same kind of level was the storyteller.