Yah Quotes

You are avake, yah?" said a voice in a horribly recognizable accent. "Yah," I muttered, rubbing my head. "And you are still a jerk, yah?

Yah, seperti yang kita semua tahu, satu-satunya hal yang bisa menyembuhkan patah hati adalah waktu—atau orang baru.

Athena." "Kenji yah, mi an hae (sorry)." "Algettso (I understand). Bogoshipda (I miss you)." "Na do (me too)." "Yun lang alam ko, hehe. Hindi na ako makapag construct ng sentence sa Korean. Gawa mo?" "Wala naka higa lang. Ikaw?" "Eto.. iniisip ka. Lumilipad yung kukote ko papunta sayo.

Whispers followed me down the hall. Ignoring them was harder than I´d imagined. Every Cell in my body demanded that I confront them. And do what? Jump on them like a crazy spider monkey and take them all out? Yah, not going to win me any fans.

Yah, lo jalan dulauan aja. Gue di belakang - Surya Nggak apa-apa? gue jalannya lambat - Cessa Nggak apa-apa. selambat apapun lo jalan, gue ikutin – Surya

It's the people y'gotta watch out for. You never know who y'might meet, or what Ol' Man Fate has in store for yah.

I totally kicked Ashman ass over there! I was all like hi-yah and you wanna piece of me? I was a super slayer! Buffy’s got nothing on me.” … “It was life and death out there, guys. Life and death. They just kept coming at me and I just kept putting them down … I mean, sure, I screamed like a girl a few times and accidentally stabbed myself at the beginning, but still.

Not inmune to engines huh? BOO-Yah!! -Leo

No novelists any good except me. Sovietski -- yah! Nastikoff -- bah! I spit me of zem all. No novelists anywhere any good except me. P. G. Wodehouse and Tolstoi not bad. Not good, but not bad. No novelists any good except me.

I ain't here for your monie, thot. I need you to come with me now. I have to make anothter stop involving a rich thot, and you gonna accompany me to get her. The man asked me to get yah first.

lay loooo-yah! A-layyyy-loo yah!” He had abandoned his tenor and was singing in a wavering falsetto.

Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!

Yah, begitulah orang zaman sekarang. Kalau tidak percaya pada hal yang sama dengan mereka, kau setan. Tidak boleh berpikir sama sekali, sepertinya. Saya rasa, mereka rasa, berpikir itu kerjaannya setan! Padahal kita kan disuruh sering-sering berpikir, benar tidak?

Yah-weh. Not my way.

What’s the one thing you want more than any other, prince?”“My wife.”Dionysus rolled his eyes. “Okay, what’s the second thing you want?”“My son.”This time the god expelled a long exasperated breath. “Third? And if you name another family member, I will leave you here with Apollo, so help me, Zeus.”Sadly, Styxx had no other family to name and only one other thing he craved. “To die.”“Ah, you can be taught. Yah! And yeah, death. You kill Acheron and you die. I get to rule the world of man and everyone’s happy.” Hands on hips, Dionysus arched a brow. “So what do you say?”“I say get me the fuck out of here.

The point isn't knowing what will happen, it's being aware that everything we do affects the whole. All of us - mages, vampires, humans, and the rest - affect the balance of life." "If you start singing 'Kum Ba Yah' I'm out of here.

My blood!" ejaculated the vexed coachman, "and not atop of Shooter's yet! Tst! Yah! Get on with you!" The emphatic horse, cut short by the whip

Truth be known, I found it right flatterin'. And, it gives me the confidence tah ask ya out for Saturday." My head snapped up and my cheeks burned. "Wha...?!" Picture of eloquence. That's me. "Saturday. A date. You, me, dinner? Yah've heard of this concept, yeah?

Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. Plagiarized from King David of Ysrael written sometime between 1040-970 BC Yah

Ten minutes, good, past eleven." "My blood!" ejaculated the vexed coachman, "and not atop of Shooter's yet! Tst! Yah! Get on with you!" The emphatic horse, cut short by the whip in a most decided negative, made a decided scramble for it, and the three other horses followed

YAH (2022)? Ik weet één ding, dat ik niets weet

YAH (2022)? Εν οίδα ότι ουδέν οίδα

Rachel anaknya jangkung, cantik, rambutnya pirang, dan tak kenal takut. Yah, jauh di dalam lubuk hati sih ia juga merasa tidak aman, cemas kalau-kalau ia tak bisa beradaptasi, dan tertekan karena harus hidup memenuhi standar tinggi yang ditentukannya sendiri. Tapi semua itu tersembunyi jauh di dalam. Jauh sekali, sehingga jika kau berusaha mencapainya, ia akan mencincangmu sebelum kau bahkan bisa mendekat.

I dare you to ask him,” Frank said. The other boys were listening. Almanzo put his hands in his pockets and said: “I’d just as lief ask him if I wanted to.” “Yah, you’re scared!” Frank jeered. “Double dare! Double dare!

Jika ada yang ingin kuberikan untukmu, itu hanyalah sekotak Crayon. . . Untuk mewarnai langitmu yang kelabu. Dipagi hari. . .kamu bisa mewarnainya dengan merah muda yah langit dengan matahari terbit memang indah. Disiang hari buatlah banyak cahaya matahari dengan kuning keemasan dan campurkan juga biru yang menenangkan. Namun jika kau ingin cuaca sejuk segar, kau boleh gunakan warna perak dan putih untuk cahaya kilat dan hujan yang lebat. Ada apa dibalik hujan? kutemukan jawaban. . .mari gunakan semua warna yang kau punya, ciptakan Pelangi. Pita indah warna-warni. Biarkan harimu berseri. Dan senja datang. . . ayo gunakan sang Jingga yang jelita, ucapkan selamat tinggal pada bola cahaya raksasa. Hari menggelap?belum! mari kita torehkan Ungu dengan titik-titik cahaya . . .selanjutnya kau boleh menghitamkannya, biarkan gelap menemani mimpimu tapi jangan lupa simpan sebuah bintang díbawah bantal, bersama dengan kotak warnamu . . . Esok warnai lagi langitmu dengan warna apapun yang kau mau. . . Berjanjilah jangan biarkan langitmu kelabu!

Εν οίδα ότι ουδέν οίδα

How many men had made her? Her brothers, by dying? Yah Tayyib, by rebuilding her? All those dead boys whose heads she brought back to the clerks? Raine, by teaching her how to drive and how to die? Tej and Rhys and Khos and all Raine's half-breed muscle? They were just men. They were just people. They had made her as surely as Queen Ayyad and Queen Zaynab, Bashir, Jaks, Radeyah, and her sisters had. Her hoards of sistesr, Kine and the bel dames and the women who kicked her out of school for getting her letters fucked. No, she could have gone either way; followed all or none of them. It wasn't what was done to you. Life was what you did with what was done to you. "You didn't make me," Nyx gasped. "I made myself.

This casual exchange destroys the superstition that God’s holy name should never be spoken aloud or written. The facts are, faithful servants have used God’s holy name—in common parlance—from ancient times to the present. (Joh 17:26) For example: long before Moses was born, his mother had a given name that contained God’s holy name: Jochebed = “Yah-is-glory” (#H3115). Michael Ben Zehabe, Ruth: a woman’s guide to husband material, pg 46

Tapi menurut saya, kalau Tuhan mau membuat sesuatu dengan tidak sempurna, Dia bisa saja. Dia kan bisa melakukan segala hal; mungkin saja membuat sesuatu dengan begitu sempurna, mungkin saja membuat sesuatu dengan tidak sempurna. Masalahnya kan manusia saja yang melihatnya dengan cara yang berbeda, membangun opini mereka sendiri tentang apa yang sempurna dan tidaksempurna. Mereka anggap sesuatu ini, anggap sesuatu itu; padahal sebenarnya penilaian mereka itu tidak ada artinya. Sempurna itu hanya konsep buatan, diciptakan karena mereka—kita—suka menilai dan menghakimi satu sama lain. Yah, begitulah manusia!

Quinns always come at half price, about half the time, and half-naked, even during the colder half of winter. A Quinn is like a queen, but draggier, and cheaper to buy and use for personal gain, unless you’re suspicious that you’re poor and illiterate like Jarod Kintz, in which case Quinns could be the spirits of your dead relatives, come to haunt you until you gather a massive fortune through selling books on the internet, to send some back in time through a portal you bought from the NSA, so they would have lived better lives without having to move a finger for their fortune. Oh, yah, and since they aren’t - they’re blue, like smurfs, yet they turn purple whenever tickled on the belly, which is something they seem to rather dislike, since they start biting and scratching when it happens, for no good reason, I might add.

Benarkah Ibu menyayangiku, Yah? Apa yang sebenarnya lebih dia sayangi, aku atau gambaran dirinya dalam diriku?

Yah, hidup. Kadang baik, kadang buruk. Tenang saja.

Good luck to you," he said, and she remembered how he had looked at her as she pinned Yah Tayyib, as if she was some kind of monster. Maybe she was.

Boo-yah

Target adalah cerminan antara realitas dan harapan, tidak terlalu "wah" juga tidak terlalu "yah".

far noh mattah wat dey say, come wat may, we are here to stay inna Inglan, inna disya time yah...

the undeniable feeling that, as you castigate a troll, he’s rubbing his Red Dwarf mouse pad against his crotch and sighing, “Angry liberal women typing at me. Oh yah. That’s how I like it.

More seriously-and this is probably why there has been a lot of garbage talked about a lost generation-it was easy to see, all over the landscape of contemporary fiction, the devastating effect of the Thatcher years. So many of these writers wrote without hope. They had lost all ambition, all desire to to wrestle with the world. Their books dealt with tiny patches of the world, tiny pieces of human experience-a council estate, a mother, a father, a lost job. Very few writers had the courage or even the energy to bite off a big chunk of the universe and chew it over. Very few showed any linguistic or formal innovation. Many were dulled and therefore dull. (And then, even worse, there were the Hooray Henries and Sloanes who evidently thought that the day of the yuppie novel, and the Bellini-drinking, okay-yah fiction had dawned. Dukedoms and country-house bulimics abounded. It was plain that too may books were being published; that too many writers had found their way into print without any justification for it at all; that too many publishers had adopted a kind of random, scattergun policy of publishing for turnover and just hoping that something would strike a cord. When the general picture is so disheartening, it is easy to miss the good stuff. I agreed to be a judge for "Best of Young British Novelists II" because I wanted to find out for myself if the good stuff really was there. In my view, it is...One of my old schoolmasters was fond of devising English versions of the epigrams of Martial. I remember only one, his version of Martial's message to a particularly backward-looking critic: "You only praise the good old days We young 'uns get no mention. I don't see why I have to die To gain your kind attention.

Ha! Listen, this guy walks into a bar, with a shopping bag, right? He sits down, puts the bag on the bar. Something in the bag is moving, and the bartender says ‘Hey, buddy, no animals in here’. You with me, Jones?” “Yah.” “The guy is looking real unhappy, totally down in the dumps, he reaches in the bag. He pulls out a brass lantern, then a small piano, a little stool, and finally a little guy in a tuxedo, about a foot tall. The little guy sits on the stool and starts playing the piano. Playing the piano, right?” “Yah. Got, it.” “Bartender says,” Williams’ grasp on a handhold slipped for a heart-stopping moment before the suit gloves restored their sticky grip. He could see the problem was some sort of fluid leaking from the access hatch above had coated the handhold. He moved his hand to the left to avoid the slippery fluid, and continued climbing down. “Bartender says, ‘That’s amazing, where’d you get him?’ Guy points to the lamp. ‘Magic genie granted me a wish, But he don’t hear so well-’ Before the guy can stop him, the bartender grabs the lamp, rubs it and shouts ‘I want a million bucks!’. POOF! The bar is filled with ducks! Ducks everywhere, under the tables, in the street outside, feathers flying all over the place. The bartender says ‘What the hell?’ So the guy says ‘I told you the genie don’t hear so well. You really think I asked for a twelve inch pianist?

Yah, begitulah wanita," ucap Dan. Aku dapat merasakan datangnya salah satu pidato Dan tentang dunia. "Mereka percaya di dalam tiap bajingan tak berperasaan ada anak kecil yang butuh dicintai. tapi teori mereka gagal..." ia melotot lagi ke arah Greg... "karena yang tidak mereka mengerti adalah ada tipe-tipe bajingan tak berperasaan tertentu yang kalau dibelah dua akan muncul banyak bajingan tak berperasaan dari dalamnya.

Education is Education.The "3 steps" to succed is "belive in God,belive in your self and work hard...........We know that Education is the brain of life.If we Graduate we don't care about Love......but we care about work........stay pretty and genius............love yah...........

He tears down my handiwork, boxes my ears, and croaks: ' ''T' maister nobbut just buried, and Sabbath nut oe'red, und t' sahnd uh't gospel still i' yer lugs, and yah darr be laiking! shame on ye! sit ye dahn, ill childer! they's good books enough if ye'll read 'em; sit ye dahn, and think uh yer sowls!

Ya?" Aku bersandar penuh harap di susuran tangga. "Alasanku melarangmu melakukan penyelidikan ini sendirian," aku menduga - yah, baiklah, berharap - dia akan berkata begitu, "Itu karena aku tidak sanggup membayangkanmu membahayakan dirimu sendiri. Kau tahu, aku mencintaimu, Heather. Aku selalu mencintaimu.

Morgan: How fuckin' retarded do you have to be to get shit-canned from that job? How hard is it to push a fuckin' broom? Chuckie: You got fired from pushing a broom, you little bitch. Morgan: Yah, that was different. Management was restructurin'. Billy: Yah, restructurin' the amount of retards they had workin' for them.

Out we jumped in the warm, mad night, hearing a wild tenorman's bawling horns across the way going, ee-YAH, ee-YAH, and hands clapping to the beat and folks yelling go, go, go. And far from escorting the girls into the place, Dean Moriarty was already racing across the street with his huge bandaged thumb in the air yelling, BLOW, MAN, BLOW!

They took their cue from Niall Duggan, a courtly type who spoke in puns, inversions, mock-ee-yah Irish and Sic transit, sonorous, brief bursts of Latin, which always triggered heavy assent, Carpe, yes, carpe indeed. It was a high style of bullshit, quite formal, with no jokes about sex, no disrespecting women. Or no mentioning women, now I come to think about it. Except face to face, when he was often obscene.

He’s left th’ gate at t’ full swing, and Miss’s pony has trodden dahn two rigs o’ corn, and plottered through, raight o’er into t’ meadow!  Hahsomdiver, t’ maister ‘ull play t’ devil to-morn, and he’ll do weel.  He’s patience itsseln wi’ sich careless, offald craters—patience itsseln he is!  Bud he’ll not be soa allus—yah’s see, all on ye!  Yah mun’n’t drive him out of his heead for nowt!’ ‘Have you found Heathcliff, you ass?’ interrupted Catherine.

Irad, who would be in charge while I was gone, walked up to me. "Sereni, you do not take Yah with you?" "We do not need to take the ark to have Yah with us," I explained. "Yah is a great enough God that He can go where He wills. The ark will remain here in the care of Abiathar and Beriah." "The people are glad of that, sereni, but are you saying that Yahweh can stay with us and yet go with you?" "Yes. His presence is not tied to the ark in the house.

Yah, aku tidak memiliki gaya, memang, aku sendiri tahu aku tidak memiliki gaya, sialan; itulah justru sebabnya aku tidak sukses dalam pekerjaanku, dan inilah aku bahkan menulis surat padamu, sayangku, sebagaimana adanya, tanpa hiasan-hiasan dan menuruti apa yang terbetik dalam hatiku .... Aku tahu semua ini; tetapi jika semua orang mulai mengarang, maka siapa yang akan menyalin? Itulah pertanyaan yang aku ajukan, dan aku minta kamu menjawabnya sayangku.

The student was silent. Soen-sa said, “What color is this?” The student said, “You have eyes.” Soen-sa said, “Eyes? These are not eyes. They are holes in my face.” (Laughter.) “I ask you once again—what color is this door?” The student was silent. Soen-sa said, “It is brown.” “But if I'd said brown, you would've said I'm attached to color!” Soen-sa said, “Brown is only brown.” Then, pointing to a glass of water, “What is this?” “Water.” “Yah. Water is water. This is not thinking. When you said ‘water’—this mind. This mind is very important. It is a clear mirror. Red comes, the mirror is red. Yellow comes, the mirror is yellow. Water comes, there is water. A door comes, there is a door. If you are not thinking, your mind is the same as a mirror. It is only like this. So true emptiness is clear mind. In original clear mind there is no name and no form. Nothing appears or disappears. All things are just as they are. If you are thinking, you are in a dream. You must cut off all your thinking and wake up.

And yet the king and his people did not love McAllister. In truth, they hated him horribly, and, to my knowledge, the whole population, with the priests at the head, tried vainly for three months to pray him to death. The devil-devils they sent after him were awe-inspiring, but since McAllister did not believe in devil-devils, they were without power over him. With drunken Scotchmen all signs fail. They gathered up scraps of food which had touched his lips, an empty whiskey bottle, a cocoanut from which he had drunk, and even his spittle, and performed all kinds of deviltries over them. But McAllister lived on. His health was superb. He never caught fever; nor coughs nor colds; dysentery passed him by; and the malignant ulcers and vile skin diseases that attack blacks and whites alike in that climate never fastened upon him. He must have been so saturated with alcohol as to defy the lodgment of germs. I used to imagine them falling to the ground in showers of microscopic cinders as fast as they entered his whiskey-sodden aura. No one loved him, not even germs, while he loved only whiskey, and still he lived.

So many times, Jude felt as though she were merely borrowing her body. Somewhere else was another Jude missing her hands and feet, saddled by an overabundance of emotion, of memory. And here she was, saddled with the body, the eyes and mouth, and bleeding heart, but without the soul to match it.

To put the matter bluntly, U.S. soldiers on Bataan and Corregidor showed themselves more stalwart than British imperial forces in Malaya and at Singapore, albeit likewise in a doomed cause. Brigadier Dwight Eisenhower, who had served unhappily under MacArthur a few years earlier, wrote in his diary: “Poor Wainwright! He did the fighting … [MacArthur] got such glory as the public could find … MacArthur’s tirades, to which … I so often listened in Manila … would now sound as silly to the public as they then did to us. But he’s a hero! Yah.” At home in the United States, news commentators squeezed every ounce of glory from Bataan, from skirmishes at sea and manifestations of America’s embryo mobilisation.

My thanks for your hospitality, Roran Stronghammer,” he said, raising his voice so that his entire troop could hear. “Mayhap I will soon have the honor of entertaining you within the walls of Aroughs. If so, I promise to serve you the finest wines from my family’s estate, and perhaps with them I will be able to wean you off such barbaric milk as you have there. I think you will find our wine has much to recommend it. We let it age in oaken casks for months or sometimes even years. It would be a pity if all that work were wasted and the casks were knocked open and the wine were allowed to run out into the streets and paint them red with the blood of our grapes.” “That would indeed be a shame,” Roran replied, “but sometimes you cannot avoid spilling a bit of wine when cleaning your table.” Holding the horn out to one side, he tipped it over and poured what little mead remained onto the grass below. Tharos was utterly still for a moment--even the feathers on his helm were motionless--then, with an angry snarl, he yanked his horse around and shouted at his men, “Form up! Form up, I say…Yah!” And with that final yell, he spurred his horse away from Roran, and the rest of the soldiers followed, urging their steeds to a gallop as they retraced their steps to Aroughs. Roran maintained his pretense of arrogance and indifference until the soldiers were well away, then he slowly released his breath and rested his elbows on his knees. His hands were trembling slightly. It worked, he thought, amazed.

My friends, I have been asked to show you my heart. I am glad to have a chance to do so. I want the white people to understand my people. Some of you think an Indian is like a wild animal. This is a great mistake. I will tell you all about our people, and then you can judge whether an Indian is a man or not. I believe much trouble would be saved if we opened our hearts more. I will tell you in my way how the Indian sees things. The white man has more words to tell you how they look to him, but it does not require many words to speak the truth. What I have to say will come straight from my heart, and I will speak with a straight tongue. The Great Spirit is looking at me, and will hear me. My name is In-mut-too-yah-lat-lat [Thunder Traveling over Mountains]. I am chief of the Wal-lamwat- kin band of the Chute-pa-lu, or Nez Perce. I was born in eastern Oregon, thirty-eight winters ago. My father was chief before me. When a young man, he was called Joseph by Mr. Spaulding, a missionary. He died a few years ago. He left a good name on earth. He advised me well for my people. Our fathers gave us many laws, which they had learned from their fathers. These laws were good. They told us to treat all men as they treated us, that we should never be the first to break a bargain, that it was a disgrace to tell a lie, that we should speak only the truth, that it was a shame for one man to take from another his wife or his property without paying for it. We were taught to believe that the Great Spirit sees and hears everything, and that He never forgets; that hereafter

For the Hebrews, names provided a direct link with the Creator. They understood words as being the creative fire of God, the ‘black fire on white fire’ of His Law. Every utterance and every act of creation through which He revealed Himself was not only word made flesh but fire made flesh. The word for ‘being’, yesh, ‘to exist’ or ‘to have substance’ was flame–breathed. The word for ‘fire’, esh, was embedded in the word for ‘being’ and in the very notion of ‘being human’. The rabbis were said to have asked: Why is the word for ‘woman’, ishah? Because she is fire, esh. Why is the word for ‘man’, ish? Because he too is fire, esh. They noted that when the Hebrew letters for ‘man’ and ‘woman’ came together they produced a new word as part of the union: yah, a reference to Yahweh, the Name of God.

(Summer of 2010) Chiaz Natherth- It was just going to be a typical summer day. I am at the local watering hole with my bud Melvin Shezor; we were just there to gaze at the girl gaze, sitting on lawn chairs. I had warm lemonade in my right hand at the time. I am looking around at all the bodies that are bobbing in the water; they all just seem to blend. The lifeguard is blowing her whistle while screaming at the little kids that are running around. Some stunning bodies are smacking the cold blue water with great speed, from the high dive. But- there is no more perfect figure there than hers. Everyone else seems to fade away out of my vision, along with all the ear-shattering noises. Bryan Adams ‘Heaven’ is playing in the background, and it seemed to be pronounced to my senses. When I am looking at her, it is like she is moving in slow motion, swimming across the pool. She climbed up the ladder and out of the pool. Her body dripping with water… what a moment, there is even water dripping down her chest. She looks amazing in that petite pink bikini. I was thinking to myself, that is a very cute looking camel-toe you got showing there Nevaeh! I never knew that she had a heart-shaped belly button piercing, when did that happen? Also, I could tell that her swimsuit was made by her, just like most of the sun-dresses she wears in the summertime too. Because it was not like any others I have ever seen around, it is cute, somewhat skimpy, and tailored to her perfect body. The fabric was not meant to get wet, it was somewhat see-through, yet she did not know, though it looks very good what can I say. She is walking towards me while running her fingers through her long brown hair. ‘I was thinking this is too good to be for real.’ She walked by and said ‘hi!’ and I was at loss for words. She was already gone, but I still babbled something like ‘Ahh-he-oll-o.’ At that point, into the changing room, she went, and I just sat there trying to fathom what had just happened. Melvin Shezor- ‘Chiaz! Ah, Chiaz! Hello, earth to Chiaz, snap out of its dude.’ Chiaz Naztherth- ‘She is so fine! I would not mind having her on my arm.’ Melvin Shezor- ‘Yah, the man she is not bad. But- isn’t she into girls though. So, do you like Nevaeh?’ Chiaz Naztherth- ‘I do not think that she is, and well… Yes, did you see her in that swimsuit? She is adorable in every way.’ Melvin Shezor- ‘Really is that so? Go talk to her!’ Chiaz Naztherth- ‘No way!’ Melvin Shezor- ‘Why not, you pussy!’ Chiaz Naztherth- ‘If Alissa finds out that I like her, or even looked at her I am going to die.’ Melvin Shezor- ‘Ha, it sucks to be you man.’ Chiaz Natherth- ‘Hey, I will see you later, I got to go.’ (Text messages are going off… like crazy) Melvin Shezor- ‘Pu-ss-y!’ (Shouting as Chiaz Natherth is walking out the exit gate.) (Chiaz- He just waved it off, with the finger that is not supposed to be used in public, and does not think any more about it from that point on.) Chiaz Naztherth- Summer is over! Yet she is with him… he is so unconfident in himself that he has to follow me around. He gives me vain advice on what to do, and how to do it, yet I would have to say I need to stand up for myself more than what I do, yet I do not because of her. He attempts to belittle me, with his words of temperament to her. These results lead to her having breakdowns, where she is feeling miserable because she is stuck in the middle. She does not know what to do! She doesn't know how to feel! She does not want to hurt anyone's feelings, yet she is the one that is left to choke on her tears. Yes, I will save you long before you drowned!

Tapi aku bahagia waktu kalian, anak-anak, semakin dewasa. Bahkan waktu aku sibuk bukan main sehingga tidak sempat membetulkan ikatan handuk di kepalaku, kalau melihat kalian duduk di seputar meja, sambil makan dan membunyikan sendok dengan berisik di mangkuk-mangkuk, rasanya tidak ada lagi yang kuinginkan di dunia ini. Kalian semua begitu gampang. Kalian makan dengan lahap walau aku hanya membuat sayur labu dan kacang yang sederhana, dan wajah kalian berseri-seri kalau aku mengukus ikan sesekali.... Kalian semua makan banyak sekali waktu sedang tumbuh. Kadang-kadang aku khawatir. Kalau aku meninggalkan panci berisi kentang rebus untuk camilan kalian sepulang sekolah, pancinya akan kosong waktu aku pulang. Ada kalanya aku bisa melihat beras di pedaringan mulai berkurang setiap hari, dan ada kalanya pedaringan itu kosong sama sekali. Kalau aku turun ke gudang bawah tanah untuk mengambil beras buat makan malam, lalu cedokanku menggerus dasar pedaringan, aku pun terkesiap; Anak-anakku mau diberi makan apa besok pagi? Jadi, pada masa-masa itu masalahnya bukan aku suka atau tidak suka berada di dapur. Kalau aku menanak nasi sepanci besar dan membuat sup di panci yang lebih kecil, aku tidak memikirkan betapa capeknya aku. Aku hanya merasa senang karena semua makanan itu untuk mengenyangkan anak-anakku. Yah, barangkali kau tidak bisa membayangkannya, tapi pada masa itu kita selalu cemas kalau-kalau kita kehabisan makanan. Kita semua seperti itu. Yang paling penting adalah makan dan bertahan hidup.

If what you do for someone has zero effect on your current life but a positive impact on theirs, do it already, will yah?

Yaho, wah, wowee, wowee, yah, weh, wowwee, wowee, yaho, wah, wowee, wow.

Who will stand up for Me against evildoers? Who will take his stand for Me against those who do wickedness?” -Psalm 94:16 Yah’s blessing to you and yours, your friends and family, all your loved ones…you all will surely need it heading into 2021. -Sentinel Jeff Hays

tormenta. Amar y cuidar, ella es la más genuina. Ella es notable en sus habilidades de organización. Ella es práctica en el manejo de asuntos. Ella es siempre confiable. Su honestidad y sinceridad es inspiradora. AAMUKTA MALYA [ah-MOOKH-tuh MAHL-yah] Este nombre hindú está tomado de un poema que es escrito por un rey indio llamado Sri Krishna Deva Raya. Aamukta Malya tiene un sentido de responsabilidad. Ella es consistente y confiable en sus palabras y acciones. A ella le gusta liderar y supervisar. Su confianza puede ser intimidante, pero ella tiene buenas intenciones. Con gran optimismo y entusiasmo natural, ella inspira a otros a ser lo mejor que pueden ser. AARINI [AH-ree-nee] De origen bengalí, Aarini significa "alguien que es aventurero". Atractiva y atlética, a ella le apasiona. Fiel a su espíritu aventurero, le gusta explorar y viajar. En lugar de resistirse, ella es una que abraza el cambio. Ella actúa con devoción y genuina preocupación por los demás. Ella encuentra satisfacción en poder contribuir a la mejora de los demás. AARAVI

Jenny- We were friends on Facebook and our friendship was short-lived, I confirmed his request… and he unfriended me? The same day- What happened? He deleted me; no, the boy has ever done that to me. I must have him as my boyfriend, he is the first one to ever say no to me. He said her I don't remember sending you a request! Sure… to be truthful I am kind of disappointed in him, I was thinking finally we can at least be friends. Why doesn’t he want me? Why does he like her more? (Facebook chat) He typed - No we can't be friends. I, asked- why not? He typed - Because I don't want to. I typed - That’s mean… What did I ever do to you? He typed - I tried to be nice to you but you took it too far, and I feel a little uncomfortable around you. I'm not trying to be mean. I- was- thinking uncomfortable? Uncomfortable because you don’t like me? Or uncomfortable because you can control yourself around me because you like me that much? I typed - I am sorry I never meant to do anything to you. Yes, I like you, and I know you’re with Karly, I was hoping for someday... Maybe we could go to a movie or something like that? I’m not a bad person… you no! You have to give people a chance. And if you’re judging me, I have changed a lot. Is asking you out so wrong? Why, do I make you so uncomfortable? His typed- I am very happy with Karly, and I see her in my future, so I wish you could respect that. I don't understand why… you think it’s okay for me to give you a chance when I have a girlfriend. I'm not like that, and I think that's very wrong. I typed - My god you are not married to her. You need to stop listening to your friends so much... What are you so scared of? He typed- I was scared to fall in love with someone like you! I said- It will happen! You will fall for me! ~*~ Jenny’s thoughts walking to class- I’m going to get what I want… And none of you b*tches know! I’ll get you! I’ll have to sit in class like this. I hope you don’t mind blood Mr. D I have to change this tampon out… The gym is my only ‘A,’ I wish they were all that easy for me. Karly small good, I wonder what she is wearing? Does anyone have a tampon? Do people still use pads? These… underwear cost me $30! I WISH I WAS A GUY! (So. me being on my period feels like you getting- kicked in the balls for a week, non-stop, like that love a sick feeling or you have to squeeze something out of yah, consent churning inside.)

Yet, they don’t know anything about who I am really… like I’m not sure if I know who I am…! They just see what they see. I’m not sure if Ray understands me completely or not, so how are they going to, just looking at my profile photos on their computers clicking away. They just want to feel the inside of me, not get inside of me. (Yah- know.) So anyway, at lunch today. Jenny is somewhat okay, that I want to be with Ray… so she said, at the table smelling through her teeth. The stipulation she gave was only if we keep on nodding terms, like with all the other guys or even girls I am with. So that means that I can have a full-blown relationship, whether I find them attractive if they're popular, hot, or not. That I can only hook up with a girl or boy, yet not stay with them. It made no sense to me. At the time I didn’t get it. Just like I didn’t get it when I saw Maddie was wearing bunny slippers, and a holy bathrobe to school today. Looking like, she was ridden hard and put away wet. I giggled so hard in math class today when she walked into the room; I think I snorted loudly.

It seems Poppy was right about the mosh pit, after all. And there she is, right in the middle of it. The flowers bounce along the grasping hands to tumble to the dance floor, where the women scramble for it like football players going after a greased fumble. Caylee hikes up her dress and scoots back from the incoming wave of women with a shout encouraging them to ‘get it!’ It’s a heap of tulle, lace, and pretty dresses, but Poppy squirms over and around them, dodging and weaving before popping up with the slightly crushed flowers in her hands. “Boo-yah!” She holds it up high in triumph, and the other women laugh, instantly realizing that they were going ham over a dozen roses they could buy at the grocery store.

If you really want to know," she said, "I wrote about Donald Trump." Tim's immediate sense of relief only lasted a second or two. "Donald Trump? Are you kidding me?" "He's cool," she said. "He's not cool, Abby. Trust me on this one." "Yah-huh," she insisted. "He's totally cool on The Apprentice." "I can't believe Donald Trump is your hero." "I didn't say he was my hero. I just said I admire him." "For what?" "Come on, Dad. Everybody admires him. He's got a skyscraper, a private jet, and his own TV show. He can do whatever he wants.

Oh, and one more thing,' he added casually, pausing on the gangplank. 'The resistance has found out that the Reapers are planning to capture you, Max, at tonight's performance. They know about your disguise.' 'What?!' Max stared at Emil in horror. 'Yah, I know,' said Emil, shrugging. 'It is not so good.

While explaining the meaning of dharma, Krishna categorically states, ‘यः स्यात् धारणसंयुक्तः स धर्म इति निश्चयः’ (Yah syāt dhāranasamyuktah sa dharma iti nishchayah)—only that which promotes sustenance is dharma.

Sing to God, sing praises to His name; Extol Him who rides on the clouds,[*] By His name YAH, And rejoice before Him.

You can also incorporate a breath prayer to anchor you and support you as you breathe. I love the simplicity and significance of another name God uses for Himself, Yahweh, which is rooted in the Hebrew letters that compose the phrase “I AM” (Exodus 3:14). We know that out of reverence, speaking the name of Yahweh became taboo for the Jewish people at some point, yet Richard Rohr notes that it seems to mimic our very breath: “The one thing we do every moment of our lives is . . . to speak the name of God. This makes it our first and last word as we enter and leave the world.”[10] To practice the breath prayer, Choose Yahweh or another two-syllable word to anchor you. Inhale through the nose with Yah (or the first syllable) for three seconds. Exhale with weh through the mouth (or the second syllable) for six seconds. As you feel able, practice this conscious breathing for one to two minutes.

IF YAH DOESN’T GIVE THEM EYES TO SEE YOUR ASSIGNMENT, THEY WILL QUESTION, MISUNDERSTAND, OR MOCK YOUR MOVES. NOT YOUR BATTLE.

When I think back over those days and my thoughts roam to English girls and women I feel a deep sense of gratitude. They served, in their way. They served, as American women and girls did, in the ways that would make feminists proud. They ferried our planes across the Atlantic. They talked us in through the overcast. If you want to know how gratitude can feel, think of being in a B-17, or any aircraft, with two engines out, with a hole in your starboard wing and two of your crew dying of shell fire. Then think of being lost. You are in white, fleecy clouds, and you can hardly see the tips of your wings. Then think of a woman’s voice, coming in to your headset: “It’s all right, Yah-ink, I’ll get you in.” Then her British voice from Flying Control nestles you down, “Eye-zy, mite, you’re just starboard of the glide path. Heading two-fy-uv-nigh-yun.

«Non lasciarmi mai, Yah. In altre parole, tienimi la mano. Riempi il mio cuore di canzoni e fammi cantare per sempre. Sei tutto ciò che desidero. Tutto quello che venero e adoro. In altre parole, per favore sii sincero. In altre parole, ti amo» − disse Betenos.

Mira –dijo–, yo pertenezco al Legado Científico. El Partido. ¿Entiendes? Fue decisión mía; es el bando que he escogido. El dolor y la enfermedad son algo que debe ser erradicado, no comprendido. No hay otra vida y Dios no existe, salvo quizá bajo la forma de una extraña perturbación de la ionosfera que está jodiendo mi equipo en esta montañita de mierda. Si cuando muera descubro que me he equivocado, alegaré como circunstancias atenuantes mi ignorancia y el hecho de que me educaron mal. Mientras tanto, me interesa mucho más proteger mis cables y eliminar la interferencia que no mantener largas conversaciones con ese tal Yah.

Sebagian besar bus mengalami hal yang sama dengan saya: dibesarkan orang yang bukan merupakan pencipta mereka. Dan mungkin, memang lebih baik begitu; dibesarkan orang-orang yang akan menyayangi kami lebih baik daripada hidup bersama orang yang memang membuat kami, tapi tidak peduli pada kami. Yah, mungkin ada yang berpendapat lain. Tapi, menurut saya, lebih baik begitu.

Lelaki muda itu tersenyum-senyum, masih berdiri saja di ambang pintu, sesekali matanya kembali meliriki pajangan di balik jendela. “Ah, ada surga, kan? Kalau tidak ada surga, rasanya mengecewakan sekali, sudah hidup lama-lama dan melelahkan seperti ini dan tidak dapat pembalasan apa-apa.” “Siapa yang tahu? Rasanya capek sekali juga, kan, kalau habis mati, kau masih harus hidup lagi? Mau di mana juga; surga kek, neraka kek; hidup ya hidup saja. Terus kalau kau sudah bosan hidup di sana, kau bisa apa? Tidak bisa mati, kau kan sudah mati. Nah, terus, orang-orang yang di neraka itu; bagaimana mereka? Di neraka terus saja, selamanya? Mampuslah sudah. Hmmm, sepertinya lebih asyik kalau bisa mati dan sudah, mati saja. Tapi, jangan bilang-bilang orang lain. Kalau kedengaran aku bilang begini, aku akan digantung di menara jam dan dituduh tidak bertuhan. Yah, begitulah orang zaman sekarang. Kalau tidak percaya pada hal yang sama dengan mereka, kau setan. Tidak boleh berpikir sama sekali, sepertinya. Saya rasa, mereka rasa, berpikir itu kerjaannya setan! Padahal kita kan disuruh sering-sering berpikir, benar tidak?

The vocabulary used to describe the Jews is highly indicative of the Qur’ānic and Western sources from which it is derived. Qur’ānic vocabulary and paraphrases are often blended with pejorative expressions from certain modern Christian anti-Semitic writings rather than from classical Islamic ones. In the Qur’ān, Ḥadīth, Tafsīr and other theoretical literature, the Jews are named as "Ban ū Isrā’īl" and "al-Yahūd", or the names of the Jewish tribes of Medina are mentioned. The Palestinian Islamists use the term "al-Yah ūd" as well as "unbelievers" (kāfirūn). They also use characterisations of the Jews as "the people upon whom God’s anger came" which can be found in many places in the Qur’ ān as well as in the Sūrat al-Fātiḅa and which are generally interpreted as designating the Jews. The Qur’ ānic terms bāṭil and ḅaqq are used to designate the two parties involved in the conflict.

Saeris – Sair-Iss Rusarius — Roo-sar-ee-us Omnamshacry — Om-nam-sha-cry Iseabail — Ee-sha-bahl Belikon —Bell-eh-con. Oshellith — Oh-shay-lith. Taladaius — Tal-ah-day-us Daianthus — Day-an-thus Lorreth — Lor-uth Balquhidder Clan— Bal-kid-er (clan) Te Lèna —Tay Len-Ah Danya — Dan-Yah

My parents assure me that God hates gays,” I elaborate when he says nothing. “They do not. In general, non-humans practice pansexuality. It doesn’t make sense to limit your options to one gender when some species that you might be sexually compatible with don’t have binary genders. The god Yah—that is the god that your parents worship—is non-binary. It would make no sense for them to have a preference for a specific gender pairing when they don’t have a binary gender themselves.

Jenny-yah!

Then of course, I meet you and I realize you’re the same guy in those paintings, and that young man in the paintings is a lot of things, but scared isn’t one of them. So I’m guessing whatever it is, it’s a recent thing. Maybe something going on right now. And I’m guessing you’ve never had a gay adult in your life—someone who’s seen a lot of what we face and the sorts of mistakes we make because of it, and knows how to navigate it all. At least, not one who went that extra step and took you in hand and said, you’re not alone.” Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was not going to start bawling in front of this nosy, presumptuous asshole. I wasn’t. So I blew up instead. “Well, kum-ba-fucking-yah!” I flung myself up from the table, beyond caring that I was pretty much torpedoing my only chance at employment. This chucklenuts had started it. “Great! I’m not alone. Except maybe I want to be alone, hm? Maybe I should be alone, didya think of that when you were looking in your crystal ball, Madame Sees-All-Knows-All? Maybe I’ve done something so monumentally fucking stupid that the only possible outcome is for me to wind up alone because that’s exactly what I fucking deserve.

I’m already further along than he got. Boo-yah!” “Oh my God, really?” Of course he’d gotten further than Brandt. The moment my lips had touched his ... he’d been further along than Brandt had ever gotten. Setting my hands on my hips, I glared. “This is not a fucking competition between brothers.” “Oh, I know,” he said seriously enough, right before he broke out in another grin and winked. “It’s still nice to know I’m in the lead, though.” “Oh my God, you are so annoying.

Do you speak … (language)? Nǐ shuō … ma? English Yīngwén， Yīng yǔ [ying-when, ying yew] Chinese Zhōngwén, Hàn yǔ [jong-when, han yew] French Fǎ yǔ [faah yew] German Dé yǔ [duh yew] Italian Yì dà lì yǔ [ee dah lee yew] Spanish Xī bān yá yǔ [shee ban yah yew] Russian É yǔ [uh yew]

Kau sudah pernah melakukan ini?" "Tentu. Ratusan kali -- yah, setidaknya puluhan kali." "Dengan anggota Partai." Ya. Selalu dengan anggota Partai." "Dengan anggota Partai Inti?" "Tidak dengan celeng-celeng itu! Emoh. Tapi, banyak dari mereka yang mau kalau saja ada peluang sekecil apa pun. Mereka tidak sesuci lagaknya.

I was curious and excited to go to a dance club since I had never been and was dying to experience Dubai's nightlife. I said excitedly, "Yah! Let's go! I've never been to a nightclub. I want to go!

You have more control than I’ve given you credit for. I underestimated you, Muse.” Yah think?

I'm pretty short-tempered, you butthead. But I guess I gotta wait a little while before I can blow up at yah.

Yah, loe nggak perlu terlalu cemas. Selama iman loe masih kuat—atau paling tidak selama pikiran loe masih cukup waras—loe akan aman dari jeratan Lunarchist.

Yah, right. Crazy people. Mas Locos. But one thing about crazy people--they see things other people don't.

Sebenarnya ini konyol. Yah, setidaknya menurutku, sih. Bisakah kau bayangkan kau ketinggalan bus study tour sekolah dengan alasan sepele, hanya gara-gara kau dan teman-temanmu keluar sebentar ke toilet, berpisah dengan mereka, lalu tergoda membeli Choco Pie? -Cerita 7: Cho Kyu Hyun and the Choco Pie, TMHOLT-

My blood!" ejaculated the vexed coachman, "and not atop of Shooter's yet! Tst! Yah! Get on with you!

Yah-da, yah-da, yah-da, yah-da, yah, carburetor, gear ratio, compression, yah-da-yah, piston, plugs, intake, yah-da-yah, on and on and on. That is the romantic face of the classic mode.

Yah-da, yah-da, yah-da, yah-da, yah, carburetor, gear ratio, compression, yah-da-yah, piston, plugs, intake, yah-da-yah, on and on and on. That is the romantic face of the classic mode. Dull, awkward and ugly. Few romantics get beyond that point.

You've got bluebirds in your-- Yah, I know. Happens whenever I heal someone. Pops called 'em the bluebirds of healing. My beard is their magical home.

Oooh yah, it’s good to be back in da Yoop, eh?” Katie crowed out in an exaggerated Yooper accent as they crossed the bridge to Hancock.

Yah... seperti itulah cinta. Dia bisa datang tiba-tiba, bisa juga bersembunyi sekian lama tanpa kita sadari. Namun saat menyadari, kamu akan tahu, tak bisa melepaskan cinta itu begitu saja.

Before you can tell someone to fuck off, you need to be able to say hello to them first. Just like in most languages, saying hello (γεια σου; YAH-soo) is pretty straightforward and simple.

She cackled. “Don’t reckon he’d be up for that-n.” “I don’t reckon at all,” Solomon said, going over to kneel before her for inspection. “How are those legs of yours?” “Sexy as all get out,” she said, pulling her bathrobe up and wagging her feet. “I could probably out run yah, but don’t want to make you look pitiful.

He guides the photographers to his sawmill now, cutting between the backside of the shed that stores the cannon and the woven wire fence establishing the boundary of the interstate right-of-way. Across the highway, a white cross is visible. It is fourteen feet tall and stands on Tom’s property, just outside the state fence line. He points it out for the photographers. Yah, n’that cross over there, there was a woman state trooper killed over there. They wanted to put a memorial up for her but the state wouldn’t allow a crucifix on public land. So they come to me, asked me if they could put it on my land. I said sure, on one condition: You make it big as you can.

Shum leapt on his horse and disappeared. A tree crashed down right behind Shum, followed by a loud yell. “WHERE ARE YOU?” An ettin emerged. It stood as tall as the trees. Its dark eyes found Bayzog. “Oh no!” he said, snapping the reins. Thoom! Thoom! Thoom! Thoom! The ettin ran right after him. Shum realized his error. He had assumed the ettin would come for him, not Bayzog. That had been his plan, but plans change. He turned his horse and galloped after the ettin. Ahead, two big heads bobbed up and down. Massive arms swung at its sides like hammers. The ettin’s giant strides covered the ground as fast as a horse. He dug his heels into his steed. “Yah!” The horse thundered ahead. Shum’s horse wasn’t just any horse, but a special one bred by the Roaming Rangers. Big and sleek, the Roamer Stallions were the rarest horse breed in the land. This was one of the fastest creatures on