Yapping Quotes

Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

And then there were cats, thought Dog. He'd surprised the huge ginger cat from next door and had attempted to reduce it to cowering jelly by means of the usual glowing stare and deep-throated growl, which had always worked on the damned in the past. This time they had earned him a whack on the nose that had made his eyes water. Cats, Dog considered, were clearly a lot tougher than lost souls. He was looking forward to a further cat experiment, which he planned would consist of jumping around and yapping excitedly at it. It was a long shot, but it just might work.

Man staggers through life yapped at by his reason, pulled and shoved by his appetites, whispered to by fears, beckoned by hopes. Small wonder that what he craves most is self-forgetting.

Dengan kesederhanaan hidup bukan berati tidak ada kebahagian, kebahagian ada pada seberapa besar keberartian hidup kita untuk hidup orang lain dan sekitar, yap seberapa besar kita menginspirasi mereka. Kebahagian ada pada hati yang bersih, lapang dan bersyukur dalam setiap penerimaan...:)

Another yap shook the room. Broken branches tumbled to the floor. “Wh-what’s up there?” I asked, my knees shaking. I thought about the Norns’ prophecy, naming me a harbinger of evil. “Is it—the Wolf?” “Oh, much worse,” Blitzen said. “It’s the Squirrel.

Don’t get a small dog though, Joyce,’ says Ron. ‘Small dogs are like small men: always got a point to prove. Yapping it up, barking at cars.

You're joking. You want to help me?" "We're brothers-in-arms, Sonny." Fennrys stood and paced restlessly. "And, truth is, I'm bored out of my mind in Manhattan. Nothing to do there but jump at shadows and put up with Aaneel's pompous yapping: 'There're crack in the Gate! Remain vigilant! Protect the puny humans! Eek, a mouse!' It's tiresome.

Poo" Manchee barks quielty to himself. "Poo, poo, poo." "Just have yer stupid poo and quit yapping about it.

Yap, yap, little dog.

These people yapped loudly of race, of race consciousness, of race pride, and yet suppressed its most delightful manifestations, love of color, joy of rhythmic motion, naive, spontaneous laughter. Harmony, radiance, and simplicity, all the essentials of spiritual beauty in the race they had marked for destructions.

Dost thou question my word, Sir Knight?" Madorallen returned in an ominously quiet voice. "And wilt thou then come down and put thy doubt to the test? Or is it perhaps that thou wouldst prefer to cringe doglike behind thy parapet and yap at thy betters?" "Oh, that was very good," Barak said admiringly.

Oh, that's just Thud! That's easy!" yapped a voice. Both men turned to look at Horsefry, who had been made perky by sheer relief. "I used to play it when I was a kid," he burbled. It's boring. The dwarfs always win!" Gilt and Vetinari shared a look. It said: While I loathe you and every aspect of your personal philosophy to a depth unplummable by any line, I'll credit you at least with not being Crispin Horsefry.

Royce's eyes narrowed in discouragement at the thoght of having to sing to jenny. his deep bariton voice would surely bring every hound for miles to yap and nip at his heels.

Well, I can answer that,” Jackal said breezily, and bared his fangs in a lethal grin. “He can die. Painfully. After I rip his other arm from the socket and shove it so far down his poetry-spouting piehole that he chokes on it. What I don’t understand is why we’re standing up here yapping away when we should be down there kicking in his door. So, come on, team.” Jackal’s gaze was mocking but dangerous. “Let’s go kill ourselves a psychopath.

If you're early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late.

You are ours and he should have known not to touch you." "I'm yours? I thought you hated me." Kit stepped out of the bathroom. "We don't hate you. You're our pet." "Kit!" Rusty shook her head. "Don't say that. You'll offend her." Kit shrugged "She is. She's so little and cute. She yaps around trying to please like... What are they called? A Yorkie?" Rusty sighed. "We decided she's more similar to a cute little poodle with her long blonde hair." She flashed a smile at Ellie. "Don't take it offensively please. We enjoy having you around and you amuse us to no end.

Trying to draw Matthew into our conversation, I said, “Look, here’s Matthew’s.” I pointed out his card; on it, a smiling young man with an oblivious expression walked a desolate land, carrying a rucksack and a single white rose. A yapping dog nipped at his heels. Matthew tilted his head at the likeness. “In a place where nothing grows, I carry a flower. The memory of you.” I smiled at him. “That is so sweet.” He frowned. “That literally happened.” “Oh.

All the way down the stairs and into the kitchen, Charlie yaps away. I nod and smile and smile and nod, and when she turns away, I form a gun with my hand, place it to my temple, and pull the trigger.

Alex?” “What now?” he nudged the door open and lifted me again. “Do you have a girlfriend?” “That's none of your business.” “That means you do." I yawned, “Well I feel sorry for her. Guess I’d want to off myself if I were going steady with a guy like you…” “Feeling is mutual. Trust me.” “The way you behave... You have a serious problem, you know that, right?” “How could I forget about it? It’s right under my nose and it doesn’t stop yapping.

My father used to say women yapped too much, that some women would be better off not talking at all. So I’d grown up eating my words, and it wasn’t until later that I realized how many had gotten backed up inside me.

Yap, yap little dog.

let slip the yapping chihuahuas of infowar

We want you to write it down--to camouflage it. Only for the present, of course. Once the thing gets going we shan't have to bother about the great heart of the British public. We'll make the great heart what we want it to be. But in the meantime, it does make a difference how things are put. For instance, if it were even whispered that the N.I.C.E. wanted powers to experiment on criminals, you'd have all the old women of both sexes up in arms and yapping about humanity. Call it re-education of the mal-adjusted, and you have them all slobbering with delight that the brutal era of retributive punishment has at last come to and end. Odd thing it is--the word 'experiment' is unpopular, but not the word 'experimental.' You must'nt experiment on children; but offer the dear little kiddies free education in an experimental school attached to the N.I.C.E. and it's all correct!

Something wrong with short men, is there?” Roger inquired. “They tend to turn mean if they don’t get their way,” Claire answered. “Like small yapping dogs. Cute and fluffy, but cross them and you’re likely to get a nasty nip in the ankle.

They got married at a very, very young age. And thank los espíritus, as Madrina would say, that they at least liked each other. They more than liked each other, though. They are actually still in love. I know this because as we’re all yapping in the living room, Papi washes the dishes, cleans the kitchen, and comes back to offer Mama a glass of water while he takes her empty plate.

I grew up in those years when the Old West was passing and the New West was emerging. It was a time when we still heard echoes and already saw shadows, on moonlit nights when the coyotes yapped on the hilltops, and on hot summer afternoons when mirages shimmered, dust devils spun across the flats, and towering cumulus clouds sailed like galleons across the vast blueness of the sky. Echoes of remembrance of what men once did there, and visions of what they would do together.

Don’t get a small dog, though, Joyce,” says Ron. “Small dogs are like small men: always got a point to prove. Yapping it up, barking at cars.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a young lady of rank and property will have packs of money- or land-hungry suitors yapping around her heels like hounds after a fox.

The better we become, the higher we climb. The higher we climb, the bigger our ego. The bigger the ego, the harder it is for us to look at others the same way we did before as we can get so full of ourselves we lose our true self. Always be humble. Even if you're good. Always.

When you get Richard Dawkins yapping menopausally at some poor hamstrung old archbishop, while we dismantle our environment due to the materialistic, pessimistic principles that the atheistic tyranny of the day is tacitly sponsoring, it is time to look for a new story.

Insana yalnizca sevdiginden yoldas olur. Kalbine, tenine kimi aldiysan,boynunda kimin kokusunu tasiyorsan, ne yaparsan yap gittigin yol hep ona cikar.

What's this for?" A measured tone, that hopefully communicated: stop doing this to me, I'm dying.

Kawataro,” she says, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes. “Kawataro, why did you save me?” “Kindness is always worth saving.

Now I'll give you some advice, since you been asking for it. Happiness is like them plants you been yapping about. Sometimes it's growing right in your own backyard and you don't even know it.

İnansaydım mesele değişirdi. Bilseydim ki vardır, insanlarla hiçbir davam kalmazdı. Yalnız onunla kavga ederdim. Her an bir yerde yakalar, bana hesap vermeğe mecbur ederdim. Ve zannederdim ki bana hesap vermeğe mecbur olurdu. Gel, derdim gel, yarattığın mahluklardan birisinin derisine bir an gir. Benim her gün yaptığımı yap. Bir tanesinin hayatım yirmi dört saat yaşa! Pek bedbahtına gitmene lüzum yok. Sen ki yaratıcısın, bilmemen, anlamaman kabil olmaz. Onun için herhangi birinin derisine gir. Ve kendi yalanını bir an bizimle beraber yaşa; bizim gibi yaşa. Yirmi dört saat bu bataklıkta küçük susuzlukların kurbağası ol!

Elimde bu denizkabuğuyla ona gideceğim. Denizkabuğunu uzatacağım. Bak, diyeceğim, sen benden daha güçlüsün; benim gibi astımın da yok. Sen görebiliyorsun, diyeceğim; iki gözün de görebiliyor. Bana bir iyilik yap da, gözlüğümü geri ver demiyorum, diyeceğim. Sen güçlüsün diye efendice davranmanı da rica etmiyorum, diyeceğim. Doğru olan doğrudur. Doğruyu yapman için sana bunu söylüyorum diyeceğim. Gözlüğümü bana ver, Gözlüğümü bana vermek zorundasın diyeceğim.

It was not that she was a better-tempered person, she decided detachedly. It was that her anger had learned a terrible patience. What good was wasting words on a petty and tyrannical second mate? He was a little yapping dog. She was a tigress. One did not waste snarls on such a creature. One waited until one could snap his spine with a single blow.

You keep being so charming and I might start catching feelings.” “I wouldn’t blame you,” I say. “Just, you know, keep them to yourself, in case they’re contagious.” “Don’t worry,” she says. “I practice safe sentiment. I’ll be sure to wrap it before I yap it.” I laugh at that. This goddamn woman. She’s got a mouth on her, without a doubt, the kind of mouth that’s destined to get her in a lot of trouble in life.

Bazen ne yaparsan yap yaranamıyorsun. Ve yaranamadıkça yaralanıyorsun.

Trajik hatamız: Kendimizle ilgilenmeye alıştık, başka bir şeyle ilgilenemiyoruz artık. Sen çocuk yap, kurtul istersen bu dertten; bana da bir bira söyle giderken.

And thirdly,” he said, “thirdly a party of Young Conservatives from Sirius B, are they here?” A party of smartly dressed young dogs stopped throwing rolls at each other and started throwing rolls at the stage. They yapped and barked unintelligibly.

During these mad dashes to the wall phone in the kitchen she hadn't time to fall but with fantastical grace and dexterity wrenched herself upright in midfall and continued running (dogs whimpering, yapping hysterically in her wake, cats scattering wide-eyed and plume-tailed) before the telephone ceased it's querulous ringing--though frequently she was greeted with nothing more than a derisive dial tone, in any case.

kesakitan bagai ikan dalam arus. tak seorang sedar maut mera- yap di luar kamar dan tertiarap di antara gelas-gelas air. lalu bertanya anak: berapa hari lagi aku harus begini? (suatu dinihari di sebuah hospital)

You are not my business partner,' Nephenia told Ishak. 'You're my familiar. It's an ancient and time-honoured pairing of two souls, not some shallow business transaction.' The hyena yapped at her for several seconds, then Nephenia punched me in the arm. 'Ow! What was that for?' 'For letting your squirrel cat introduce these ruinous ideas into my familiar's head about "partnerships" and "equitable relationships". Do you realise Ishak's now telling me he wants us to work out a formal contract?' 'Wait until she hears about the clause on freshly killed meat,' Reichis whispered into my ear.

Years ago, I was yapping to my mother about Buffy and Xena and talking about how great it is that we now have these TV shows about such strong female characters. My mother, who admittedly has never watched either show, asked me if these really WERE strong female characters, or if they were merely male characters with boobs. Having a blonde cheerleader save the world with her martial arts skills doesn't equal feminism, she said. That's a male tactic. How about her saving the day using tactics that aren't all about punching and kicking and killing? I didn't have an answer for her then. I still don't, even now. There's a whole debate to be had that I'm just not ready for, that I may never be ready for. My mother is a pacifist. I am not. We see the world differently, we operate differently, even though we want the same things. We both want equality and peace. My mother is the sort to talk her way to equality and peace. I'm the sort to talk to the point where I reckon more talk won't do any good, and then smash my way through to an understanding. It is not an enlightened viewpoint I hold. It is a crass, brutish viewpoint — but in a crass, brutish world, I believe my way is the way to go. Mum believes otherwise. And that's the difference, I think, between us. We live in a world carved by men, where fear and oppression and violence are a part of our lives. I can't even IMAGINE a world sculpted by women, where other values have taken hold. I'm limited in that way. I could try not to be, but I honestly wouldn't know where to start. That's kind of sad, when you think about it. For all my imagination, I can't even imagine that... ... (turns to stare hauntingly out the window).

That's always the way in this world. The chappies you'd like to lend money to won't let you, whereas the chappies you don't want to lend it to will do everything except actually stand you on your head and lift the specie out of your pockets. As a lad who has always rolled tolerably freely in the right stuff, I've had lots of experience of the second class. Many's the time, back in London, I've hurried along Piccadilly and felt the hot breath of the toucher on the back of my neck and heard his sharp excited yapping as he closed in on me. I've simply spent my life scattering largesse to blighters I didn't care a hang for; yet here was I now, dripping doubloons and pieces of eight and longing to hand them over, and. Bicky, poor fish, absolutely on his uppers, not taking any at any price.

Yap. Forever. Kata yang statis dan monoton. Anehnya, aku ingin merasakan ke-statisan dan ke-monotonan ini selama-lamanya.

Hayat yap-boz gibidir.Birleştirdiğin kadar öğrenirsin.

A fatal flaw of those that desire progress is they hate to waste resources.

In a world that has essentially turned away from racism, it is shocking to me that the color of the skin of the bakery owners should still matter to anyone.

The first time she fell in love with Tetsuya, she was making tea. The first time she fell in love, she was drowning in a river.

Her zaman köprünün üzerinde yürüme; köprünün altında da bir dünya var! Farklı dünyaları dene, farklı dünyaları keşfet! Farklı bir şey yap!

Even a child would think twice before touching a hot kettle once burned, but in Malaysia, we simply make new plans, and repeat the same old mistakes. The MSC, E- Village, and the Paya Indah Wetlands.

Silence is the worst. Whenever a thick cloud of silence descends, the yapping voices inside me become all the more audible, rising to the surface one by one. I like to believe I know all the women in this inner harm of mine but perhaps there are those I have never met. Together they make a choir that does not know how to tone down. I call them the Choir of Discordant Voices. It is a bizarre choir, now that I think about it. Not only are they all off-key, none of them can read notes. In fact, there is no music at all in what they do. They all talk at the same time, each in a voice louder than the other, never listening to what is being said. They make me afraid of my own diversity, the fragmentation inside of me. That is why I do not like the quiet. I even find it unpleasant, unsettling.

...he wonders by what process virtually any discussion about the war seems to profane these ultimate matters of life and death. As if to talk of such things properly we need a mode of speech near the equal of prayer, otherwise just shut, shut your yap and sit on it, silence being truer to the experience than the star-spangled spasm, the bittersweet sob, the redeeming hug, or whatever this fucking closure is that everybody's always talking about. They want it to be easy and it's just not going to be.

So. Which of our troubles torments you most this evening?” Althea surrendered. “They all nip at my heels like a pack of yapping feists, ship. I don’t know which to worry about first.” The figurehead gave a snort of disdain. “Then kick them away as if they were truly a pack of curs and fix your gaze instead on your destiny.” … “Don’t think about the obstacles” … The ship spoke in a low, soft voice. “Long or short, if you worry about every step of a journey, you will divide it endlessly into pieces, any one of which may defeat you. Look only to the end.” “I think we will succeed only if we prepare ourselves,” Althea objected. Paragon shook his head. “Teach yourself to believe you will succeed. … Be now what you must be to succeed at the end of your journey, and when the end comes, you will find it is just another beginning.” Althea sighed. “Now you sound like Amber,” she complained. “No.” He contradicted her flatly. “Now I sound like myself. The self I put aside and hid, the self I intended to be again someday, when I was ready. I have stopped intending. I am, now.” p. 86: Paragon to Althea

The gremlin mob turned on Root, and when they saw the triple-barreled blaster on his hip, they kept right on turning. Root grabbed the microphone from behind the desk, and hauled it out to the extent of its cable. “Now hear this,” he growled, his gravelly tones echoing around the terminal. “This is Commander Root of the LEP. We have a serious situation above ground, and I would appreciate cooperation from all you civilians. First, I would like you all to stop your yapping so I can hear myself think!” Root paused to make certain his wishes were being respected. They were. “Secondly, I would like every single one of you, including those squawling infants, to sit down on the courtesy benches until I have gone on my way. Then you can get back to griping or stuffing your faces. Or whatever else it is civilians do.” No one had ever accused Root of political correctness. No one was ever likely to either.

about his origins from the holographic ghost of his own long-dead father. But now I was thinking of a young Jedi-in-training named Luke Skywalker, looking into the mouth of that cave on Dagobah while Master Yoda told him about today’s activity lesson: Strong with the Dark Side of the Force that place is. In you must go, mofo. So in I went. When I unlocked the front door of our house and stepped into the living room, Muffit, our ancient beagle, glanced up at me sleepily from where he was stretched out on the rug. A few years earlier he would have been waiting for me just inside the door, yapping like a madman. But the poor guy had now grown so old and deaf that my arrival barely

We will always have Reeses and Heseltines, and they will always seem big and brave to growing boys. They swagger and make loud noises in their own little circle, but they are only the coyotes that yap around the heels of the herd." 'Remember this, Shell, the coyotes aren't going anywhere, but the herd is, and so are the men who drive the herd.

By linking something to race or religion, politicians distract Malaysians from the core issue while also garnering support from those whose identities depend heavily on their racial or religious identities - meaning most Malaysians.

Trying to draw Matthew into our conversation, I said, “Look, here’s Matthew’s.” I pointed out his card; on it, a smiling young man with an oblivious expression walked a desolate land, carrying a rucksack and a single white rose. A yapping dog nipped at his heels. Matthew tilted his head at the likeness. “In a place where nothing grows, I carry a flower. The memory of you.” I smiled at him. “That is so sweet.” He frowned. “That literally happened.” “Oh.” Finn said, “That’s just like the image I saw the first time we met. It flashed over him.” I nodded. “We all have those. They’re called tableaux.” Finn held the card up next to Matthew’s face, comparing the likeness. “You look stoned, Matto.” Matthew sighed with contentment. “Thank you.

Gabe watched her move to the center of the green. In one gloved hand, she clutched a leash. The other end of the leash was attached to... something furry and brown that rolled. "What is that?" "That would be mongrel with two lamed hind legs. Apparently, Her Ladyship's friend devised a little chariot for his rear half, and the dog careens around the neighborhood like a yapping billiard ball. If you think that's strange, wait until you see the goat." "Hold a moment. There's a goat?" "Oh, yes. She grazes it on the square every afternoon. Doesn't precisely elevate the atmosphere of Bloom Square, now does it?" "I see the problem." "I'm only getting started. Her Ladyship has single-handedly set us back a month on the improvements." Hammond pulled a collection of letters from a folio. He held one aloft and read from it. "'Dear Mr. Hammond, I must request that you delay completion of the parquet flooring. The fumes from the lacquer are dizzying the hens. Sincerely yours, Lady Penelope Campion.'" He withdrew another. "'Dear Mr. Hammond, I'm afraid your improvements to the mews must be temporarily halted. I've located a litter of newborn kittens in the hayloft. Their mother is looking after them, but as their eyes are not yet open, they should not be displaced for another week. Thank you for your cooperation. Gratefully yours, Lady Penelope Campion.'" Gabe sensed a theme. "Oh, and here's my favorite." Hammond shook open a letter and cleared his throat for dramatic effect. "'Dear Mr. Hammond, if it is not too great an imposition, might I ask that your workers refrain from performing heavy labor between nine o'clock in the morning and half-three in the afternoon? Hedgehogs are nocturnal animals, and sensitive to loud noises. My dear Freya is losing quills. I feel certain this will concern you as much as it does me. Neighborly yours, Lady Penelope Campion.'" He tossed the folio of letters onto the table, where they landed with a smack. "Her hedgehog. Really.

Osmanlı tebaasının genlerinde bulunan Kendi ihtiyacını kendin gör! anlayışı, cumhuriyet ve demokrasiyle birlikte yerini devletten hizmet talep etmeye bırakacağına, ileriki yıllarda halk tarafından daha da benimsenecek; devletten hizmet istemeye korkan, ezkaza görecek olursa minnettarlığından ne yapacağını şaşıran Anadolu halkı, yüz yıl sonra Kendi okulunu kendin yap, kampanyasına şaşılası bir coşkuyla destek verecek, bir Allahın kulu çıkıp Okulumuzu da kendimiz yapacaksak devlet niye vergi alıyor? diye sormayacaktı.

Were you locked in your room?" enquired Sir Richard. "Oh no! I daresay I should have been if Aunt had guessed what I meant to do, but she would never think of such a thing." "Then--forgive my curiosity!--why did you climb out of the window?" asked Sir Richard. "Oh, that was on account of Pug!" replied Pen sunnily. "Pug?" "Yes, a horrid little creature! He sleeps in a basket in the hall, and he always yaps if he thinks one is going out. That would have awakened Aunt Almeria. There was nothing else I could do." Sir Richard regarded her with a lurking smile. "Naturally not. Do you know, Pen, I owe you a debt of gratitude?" "Oh!" she said again. "Do you mean that I don't behave as a delicately bred femaile should?" "That is one way of putting it, certainly." "It is the way Aunt Almeria puts it." "She would, of course." "I am afraid," confessed Pen, "that I am not very well-behaved. Aunt says that I had a lamentable upbringing, because my father treated me as though I had been a boy. I ought to have been, you understand." "I cannot agree with you," said Sir Richard. "As a boy you would have been in no way remarkable; as a female, believe me, you are unique." She flushed to the roots of her hair. "I think that is a compliment." "It is," Sir Richard said, amused. "Well, I wasn't sure, because I am not out yet, and I do not know any men except my uncle and Fred, and they don't pay compliments. That is to say, not like that.

Some people are fools of doubts or simply doubtfools.

Ölü bir adam için iyi bir şey yapamazsın! Onun için ne iyilik yapacaksan, o hayattayken yap!

Kışın kuşları besledin, yazın da aynı şeyi yap! Kışın onlara ekmek verdin; yazın da su ver!

Bazen dünya bir köşeye oturur ve senin başarısız olmanı bekler; ona sürpriz yap!

İyilik meselelerinde herhangi bir tebrik ya da takdir asla bekleme; sadece iyiliğini yap ve kaybol!

Daha önce hiç yapmadığın ilginç şeyler yap! Hayatına daha fazla renkler ekle; yaşamını her türlü tuhaflıklarla zenginleştir!

There was no wire across in those days, no big house on the other side; nothing but the open yap of the planet, yawning as if bored by the pace of evolution.

İnsanlık için yaptığın hayırları bir sır gibi sakla; iyiliklerini gölgede yap! Bırak bir gün başkaları bu sırrı bulsun, tercihen sen buralardan çoktan göçüp gittikten sonra!

Arkadaşların var ve onlardan bir tanesi senin en iyi arkadaşındır. Ve şimdi, doğayı en iyi ikinci arkadaşın yap ve onunla sıkça zaman harca!

Yapmak istediğin şeyleri yap; eğer yapmazsan, içinde seni canlı tutan şeyler ölür ve bir hayalete dönersin!

Hiçbir takdir beklemeden işini iyi yap; sonra göreceksin ki bütün takdirler susamış çiçeklerin üzerine gelen yaz yağmurları gibi üzerine gelecektir! Sadece işini iyi yap!

Death is not an option. Death is inevitable. But death is a choice.

İnsanlar savaşırken, sen kırlarda sakin bir yürüyüş yap. Aptallıklardan uzak dur!

Neyi bekliyorsun, seni küçük ölümlü! Zamanın yok! Kalk ayağa ve çık dışarı ve mucizevi varoluşunu korumak için bir şey yap!

Ooh, do we need a team name? How about “Focus the Noob”?

Every past age seems as if it were a dark age, and as we progress forward old truths are lost and forgotten. A hidden hand writes history.

Why should it matter so little, what I want, what I'd fight the universe for?

Çantanı kendin taşı; şemsiyeni kendin taşı; kapını kendin aç; mumunu kendin yak! Kendi işini kendin yap! Başkalarını kullanma! Kral gibi davranma, kraliçe gibi davranma! Alçakgönüllü ol!

Hayatında bir sorunla karşılaştığında her zaman onu çözmeye çalışma; bir kanguru gibi uzun bir sıçrayış yap ve yoluna devam et! Bazen onlara hiç dokunmadan sorunların üzerinden atlamak gerek!

İyi olan herhangi bir şeyin büyülü bir gücü vardır! İyi bir şey söyle, dünyanın etrafında ayaksız dolaşır; iyi bir şey yap, dünyanın etrafında kanatsız uçar! İyi olan her şeyin gizemli bir gücü vardır!

Hangi yolda olursan ol, her zaman şunu yap: Yolunu sorgula! Eğer yanlış yoldaysan, yolu değiştir; yolun kaçıncı kilometresinde olursan ol, yolu değiştir! Doğru yolu buluncaya kadar bütün yolları değiştir!

Oh shut your yap. You know the Fosters could care less if you drink while you're on the job. You're like the daughter they never had." Those eyes. There was something about them that made it impossible for me to look away. "Liz, the Fosters have a daughter." "Patty plays softball and can bench press two hundred and fifty pounds. Her dick is probably bigger than this guy's," she said, hooking her thumb towards Drew.

Bir evi ahşapsız ve çivisiz inşa edemezsin. Eğer bir evin yapılmasını istemiyorsan ahşap ve çivileri sakla. Eğer politik bakımdan mutsuz bir adam istemiyorsan, kaygılandıracak bir soruda ona iki bakış açısı verme, birini ver. Daha da iyisi hiç verme. Bırak savaş gibi bir şeyin var olduğunu unutsun. Eğer Devlet yetersizse, havaleliyse ve vergi delisiyse, insanların Devlet üzerine endişelenmesindense bırak böyle olsun. Huzur, Montag. Onlara yarışmalar düzenle, en popüler şarkıların sözlerini, devletlerin başkentlerini veya Iowa'da geçen yıl ne kadar mısır yetiştirildiğini bilerek kazansınlar. Onları patlamalarına neden olmayacak bilgilerle doldur, öyle lanet olası olaylarla tıka basa yap ki, kendilerini bilgileriyle gerçekten zeki hissetsinler. Sonra düşündüklerini hissedecekler, hiç kımıldamadan hareket ettikleri hissine kapılacaklar ve mutlu olacaklar, çünkü bu tür olaylar değişmezler. Olayların bağlantılarını kurmaları için onlara felsefe ve sosyoloji gibi kaypak şeyler verme. O zaman melankolik olurlar. Bugünlerde birçok adamın yapabildiği gibi, TV duvarını ayırıp tekrar birleştiren kişi, insanı kaba, hayvansı hissettirmeden ölçülüp biçilemeyecek olan evreni ölçüp biçmeye çalışan kişiden daha mutludur. Biliyorum, ben denedim, cehenneme kadar yolu var. Sen kulüplerini ve partilerini, akrobatlarını ve sihirbazlarını, gözüpek adamlarını, jet arabalarını, motosiklet helikopterlerini, seks ve eroini, otomatik refleksle yapılacak her şeyi getir onlara.

Anyway,” the agent said abruptly. “I just . . . wanted you to know that I’m sorry for everything. I want to help you and the rest of the Order in any way I can, so if there is anything you need, you know where I am.” “Chase,” Dante said as the male turned to leave the room. “Apology accepted, man. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry too. I haven’t been fair to you either. Despite our differences, know that I respect you. The Agency lost a good one the day they cut you loose.” Chase’s smile was crooked as he acknowledged the praise with a short nod. Dante cleared his throat. “And about that offer of help . . .” “Name it.” “Tess was walking a dog when the Rogues attacked her tonight. Ugly little mutt, not good for much more than a foot-warmer, but it’s special to her. Actually, it was a gift from me, more or less. Anyway, the dog was running loose on its leash when I saw it a block or so away from Ben Sullivan’s place.” “You want me to go retrieve a wayward canine, is that where this is heading?” “Well, you did say anything, didn’t you?” “So I did.” Chase chuckled. “All right. I will.” Dante dug his keys to his Porsche out of his pocket and tossed them to the other vampire. As Chase turned to be on his way again, Dante added, “The little beast answers to the name Harvard, by the way.” “Harvard,” Chase drawled, shaking his head and throwing a smirk in Dante’s direction. “I don’t suppose that’s a coincidence.” Dante shrugged. “Good to see that Ivy League pedigree of yours comes in handy for something.” “Jesus Christ, warrior. You really were busting my ass since the minute I came on board, weren’t you?” “Hey, by all comparisons, I was kind. Do yourself a favor and don’t look too closely at Niko’s shooting target, unless you’re very secure about your manhood.” “Assholes,” Chase muttered, but there was only humor in his tone. “Sit tight, and I’ll be back in a few with your mutt. Anything else you’re gonna hit me up for now that I opened my big yap about wanting to get square with you?” “Actually, there might be something else,” Dante replied, his thoughts going sober when he considered Tess and any kind of future that might be deserving of her. “But we can talk about that when you get back, yeah?” Chase nodded, catching on to the turn in mood. “Yeah. Sure we can.

for her laugh wasn’t the squealing, out-of-control noise of a child, he noted, but a succession of gut-deep, resonant guffaws—merry yaps, to be sure, but at the same time thoughtful, as if she understood why she was laughing, which made her laugh an intelligent laugh, a laugh that laughed at itself even as it laughed at what it was laughing at.

I turn on my side, propping myself up on my elbow. A portion of her hair has fallen out of its entrapment of pins and curls around her neck. Reaching out a tentative finger, I brush the thick lock of hair. It’s soft to the touch, and a faint fragrance of apple and chamomile arises when I stroke the curling strand. She sucks in a quick breath when my finger brushes her chin. I stop, gauging whether to proceed or not, but Molly doesn’t protest. I see a surprised welcome in her eyes. The backs of my fingers stroke up her jawline to her cheek, on the soft, smooth side of her face. All the sounds around us still; the birds quiet, King’s yapping fades, and the breeze no longer whistles in my ear. All I can hear is the drum of my own heart. Her eyes widen, and she appears to be holding her breath, as I do mine. Of their own accord, my eyes focus on her lips, a perfect pair of petals in the midst of a half-ravaged flower. I dare to move closer; my lips hover inches above hers, the petals quiver, and our breath mingles once more.

The different sizes of the different stones provided some degree of salability across scales, as did the possibility of paying with fractions of a single stone. The stones' salability across time was assured for centuries by the difficulty and high cost of acquiring new stones, because they didn't exist in Yap and quarrying and shipping them from Palau was not easy. The very high cost of procuring new stones to Yap meant that the existing supply of stones was always far larger than whatever new supply could be produced at a given period of time, making it prudent to accept them as a form of payment.

Oxytocin hormonu, serotonin, dopamin ve testosteron hormonlarıyla birlikte gterçek anlamda aşık olmayı tetikleyen asıl önemli hormon. Diğer üçünü normal salgılıyor olmalıyım. Ancak oxytocin üretimiyle ilgili ciddi sıkıntılarım olduğunu düşünüyorum. Bu salgı çalışmıyor vücudumda. Sanki bir gece birisi içkime ilaç karıştırıp beni uyutmuş ve sonra bu salgı bezlerini vücudumdan almış gibi. Küveti buzla doldurup, çıplak halde içine yatırmış, sol elime bantla bir telsiz telefon tutuşturulmuş ve küvetin yanına bir not iliştirmişler, "Sakin ol. Yaran ölümcül değil. Bundan sonraki yaşamını etkileyecek ama ölmeyeceksin. Acil çağrı yap ve durumunu anlat. Seni almaya gelecekler.

I always wanted to be the prettiest person in a room', I began my story to Aaron and Wils, feeling desperate for their attention, like a runaway. Lee was prettier than me. She was a better girlfirend. 'Or I always wanted to look like other girls, someone else, not myself, there was always someone who looked better and more beautiful than me.' Aaron took a swing of rum. 'I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen,' he said. 'Once in Grade 8, listen to this, you guys: I slapped my best friend Jen accross the face. She was the most popular, most good-looking girl in the school. I slapped her because she was laughing hysterically. She'd started laughing so hard at her own story about some guy, I don't even remember what the story was, and her laughs became yaps, like hysterical air-swallowing. I just wanted her to shut up so badly that I slapped her. Her ponytail swung from side to side but even that didn't stop her yapping for a second. You get what happened? I mean, right after I smacked her? She started really laughinh after I slapped her cheek. My slapping had actually made things worse. I mean, she couldn't stop that terrible laughing-crying-yapping for another ten minutes!' Wils was smiling at my story but Aaron was grim. 'It felt good to slap her', I said. 'To slap the most beautiful girl to attempt to stop her self-destruction...

GÜNLERDEN Evet evet Doğrusu bilmiyorum Dalıp dalıp gidiyorum böyle Dalıp gidiyorum ve dalgınlığımda bir kent Bir duvar, bir de sen, duruşunda güz özellikleri Dostlar, bütün dostlar içerde. Bir kent mi, bir yüz mü, binlerce yüz mü, bir kent mi Beyaz mı, daha mı beyaz, o kadar çok mu beyaz Bütün bunları kendime bir adres gibi sorup Hüznüme, kalbime, soğuğuma Gelecekten arta kalan bir mutluyum. Ben gelecekten korka korka dönen bir mutluyum Dünyanın bu küçük sesini işit Bak, bir dalı, bir örtüyü, bir denizi tutan ellerime Nanelerden, ıtırlardan, ıhlamurlardan gelen Anlayamadığın sevgililik Var ya Yani uzaktan yüzünü bile seçemediğin birinin Adı en sevdiğin şairin adıyken. Soruyorsun bir de Gülüyorsun, gül ya, neden gülmeyeceksin Ağlayacaksan ağla işte Bir gülüp bir ağlayacaksan böyle sen Soyulmuş bir dilim ayva yetişiyor gözlerime Kaynamış suda pembeleşirken. Kederlerde bütün yüzler birleşir Ve unutma gereklidir Bir başka bakışında da gökyüzleri vardır, düz Kuş sürüleri vardır, eğri Bir sana bir ayak bileklerine bakanların dünyası da vardır ki İster kıyıları çekine çekine döven sulara benzet İster ağır ağır yanan yaprak kümelerine Anlıyor musun Anlıyorsun elbette Ne yaparsan yap yürürlüktedir yetinmezlik. Maviyi soruyordun, gözlerimden yüzüme yayılan maviyi mi Bir renk değildir mavi huydur bende Ve benim yetinmezliğimdir Ve herkesin yetinmezliğidir belki Denecektir ki bir süre Ve denenecektir Bir akşamüstünü düşünmek bir akşamüstünü düşünmekten başka nedir ki. Gelecekten utanarak dönen bir sevinçliyim Ya sizler Ey sırasını beklemeden gelen akşamüstleri.

Sana hata yapmayı bırak, kendini iyi bir insan yap, karakterini geliştir demek ilgimi çekmiyor, hiç çekmiyor. Karakterinle hiç ilgilenmiyorum; yalnızca senin bilincinle ilgileniyorum. Daha uyanık, daha bilinçli ol. Kendi içinde, varlığının merkezini bulana kadar giderek daha derine in. Çeperde yaşıyorsun ve çeperde daima kargaşa var. Derine indikçe etrafı kaplayan sessizlik de derinleşir. Ve bu sessizlik, keyif, ışık deneyimlerinde, yaşamın başka boyutlara doğru harekete geçer. Hatalar, yanlışlar kaybolmaya başlar. O yüzden hatalar, yanlışlar, eksikler konusunda endişelenme. Sadece tek bir şey, tek bir olayla ilgilen. Tüm enerjini tek bir hedefe koy ve bu da nasıl daha çok bilinçli olacağın, nasıl daha aydınlanmış olacağındır. O kaçınılmazdır; tüm enerjini buna verirsen gerçekleşecek. O senin doğuştan sahip olduğun hakkındır.

Gazetede yazdıklarımız gerçeklerle tümüyle çelişiyor. Her gün yüzlerce kez "Biz özgürüz" cümlesini basıyoruz, ama sokaklarda yabancı bir ordunun askerleri dolaşıyor, herkes çok sayıda siyasi tutuklu bulunduğunu biliyor, yurt dışına seyahatler yasak, Ülke içinde bile bazı şehirlere gidemiyoruz.(...) Günde yüz kez "Bolluk ve mutluluk içinde yüzüyoruz" cümlesini basıyoruz; önceleri bu başkaları için geçerli, "Şey" yüzünden Anne ile ben mutsuz ve acınacak durumdayız, diye düşünüyordum, ama Gaspar bizim istisna olmadığımızı, karısı ve üç çocuğuyla kendisinin de hiç olmadığı kadar sefil bir yaşam sürdüğünü söylüyor. Sabahları erken saatte işten çıktığım zaman, işlerine giden insanlara rastlıyorum, hiçbir yerde mutluluk göremiyorum, bolluk da hak getire. Gaspar'a neden bu kadar yalan bastığımızı sorduğumda, "Sakın soru sorma" diyor. "İşini yap, başka şeyle uğraşma.

To anyone who knows me well enough, I'm not a practitioner of incest. I don't even drink, smoke, or do any form of street-drugs. And yet, here, online, are a couple of NT [neurotypical] cattle, flapping their yaps about a self-published Indie-author they know NOTHING about. You see, I think the problem with today's NT-cattle society and most of their cohorts can effectively be boiled down to three things... too many street drugs, alcohol, and/or tobacco products, too much technology, smart or not, and lastly, too much incest. Just in case I wasn't being clear about the subject of KARMA before, then all you haters better WATCH OUT!!!!! Because if you feel so content to do or say something bad about or to someone else, then sooner or later, your Karma WILL bounce back to you. And it will bite you REAL HARD in the backside. And if this doesn't happen to any haters of ME, PERSONALLY, then I will be the harbinger of YOUR KARMA!!!

The Rai stones that constituted money were of various sizes, rising to large circular disks with a hole in the middle that weighed up to four metric tons. They were not native to Yap, which did not contain any limestone, and all of Yap's stones were brought in from neighboring Palau or Guam. The beauty and rarity of these stones made them desirable and venerable in Yap, but procuring them was very difficult as it involved a laborious process of quarrying and then shipping them with rafts and canoes. Some of these rocks required hundreds of people to transport them, and once they arrived on Yap, they were placed in a prominent location where everyone could see them. The owner of the stone could use it as a payment method without it having to move: all that would happen is that the owner would announce to all townsfolk that the stone's ownership has now moved to the recipient. The whole town would recognize the ownership of the stone and the recipient could then use it to make a payment whenever he so pleased.

that was the case until 1871, when an Irish-American captain by the name of David O'Keefe was shipwrecked on the shores of Yap and revived by the locals.1 O'Keefe saw a profit opportunity in taking coconuts from the island and selling them to producers of coconut oil, but he had no means to entice the locals to work for him, because they were very content with their lives as they were, in their tropical paradise, and had no use for whatever foreign forms of money he could offer them. But O'Keefe wouldn't take no for an answer; he sailed to Hong Kong, procured a large boat and explosives, took them to Palau, where he used the explosives and modern tools to quarry several large Rai stones, and set sail to Yap to present the stones to the locals as payment for coconuts. Contrary to what O'Keefe expected, the villagers were not keen on receiving his stones, and the village chief banned his townsfolk from working for the stones, decreeing that O'Keefe's stones were not of value, because they were gathered too easily. Only the stones quarried traditionally, with the sweat and blood of the Yapese, were to be accepted in Yap. Others on the island disagreed, and they did supply O'Keefe with the coconuts he sought. This resulted in conflict on the island, and in time the demise of Rai stones as money. Today, the stones serve a more ceremonial and cultural role on the island and modern government money is the most commonly used monetary medium.

The spectrum of hatred against “irregardless” might be unmatched. Everyone claims to hate the word “moist,” but the dislike is general and jokey: ew, gross, “moist,” bleh. People’s hatred of “irregardless” is specific and vehemently serious: it cannot mean “without regard to” but must mean “with regard to,” so it’s nonsensical and shouldn’t exist; it’s a double negative and therefore not allowable by anyone with sense and judgment; it’s a redundant blend of “irrespective” and “regardless,” and we don’t need it; it is illogical and therefore not a word; it is a hallmark of uneducated speech and shouldn’t be entered into the dictionary. All of these complaints point in one direction: “irregardless” is evidence that English is going to hell, and you, Merriam-Webster, are skipping down the easy path, merrily swinging the handbasket. The truth is I felt for the complainant. “Irregardless” was just wrong, I thought—I knew this deep down at a molecular level, and no dictionary entry was going to convince me otherwise. But sharing my personal linguistic beef with the world was not part of the job, so I buttoned my yap and answered the correspondence. Yes, it’s entered, I said, but please note that it’s marked “nonstandard” (which is a fancy way of saying it’s not accepted by most educated speakers of English) and we have a very long usage paragraph after the one-word definition that explains you should use “regardless” instead. We are duty-bound to record the language as it is used, I concluded, gritting my teeth and mentally sprinkling scare quotes throughout the entire sentence.