Yona Quotes

Within my tiny world, I protected my tiny happiness.” – Yona

However, Heaven can only show you the way. You must walk the path yourself.

Just hush up and hang to me, Princess. I don't care what I have to do. His majesty is gone now. My master is you. Use me... so that you can live. That... that is what I am here for.” —Son Hak

Yes. But there is light, too. In the times of greatest darkness, the light always shines through, because there are people who stand up to do brave, decent things. What I am trying to say, Yona, is that in moments like this, it doesn’t matter what you were born to be. It matters what you choose to become.

People are mirrors. if you smile a smile will be reflected.

We all come into this world with our fate unwritten, Yona. Your identity isn't determined by your birth. All that matters is what we make ourselves into, what we choose to do with our lives." Forest of Vanishing Stars

And you’re not broken, Yona. It’s the cracks in us that make us who we are, and you… you are stronger than anyone I have ever met, I think.

Yona shook her head. “He sees me as more than I am, I think.” “No. He sees you for exactly who you are. And that is very difficult for him.

Would you have traded the life you’ve had with me for one with evil parents, just because it came with love?” “I don’t know,” Yona said. “You never gave me the chance to choose.

she looked into the child’s eyes and saw a future there, long and beautiful and bright, a future that would go on after Yona herself had passed from the world, a future still unwritten.

Prayers? You only pray when it suits you, and you already burned all the gods.

You're nothing but a cold heart covered in gold, that's why i'm leaving you.

But God believes in you, my dear,” Sister Maria Andrzeja replied immediately. She looked up and held Yona’s gaze. “And that makes us all the same, all over the world.

Indeed, Yona has little experience with the way people were supposed to interact with each other. But, she know enough to know that when a man loved a woman, he didn't do this. Not a good man, anyhow.

They set out together in the moonlight. They had gone a good way along the hedge when they came upon an old box lying in the ditch. Sitting on top of the box was Yona the hedgehog. His prickles were stuck all over with dog-rose petals and he was making an extraordinary squeaking, grunting noise and waving his black paws. They stopped and looked at him. “Whatever are you doing, Yona?” asked Hufsa in astonishment. “Singing to the moon,” answered Yona. “All hedgehogs have to sing to the moon to make the slugs come, surely you know that? ‘O Slug-a-Moon, O Slug-a-Moon, O grant thy faithful hedgehog’s boon!

He cares for you, Yona,” Chaim added after a few minutes. “I didn’t realize it at first, maybe because he was so careful to respect the fact that you were already with Aleksander. But when you left last month, I saw some of the light go out of him. If we’re fortunate enough to make it through this alive, you must promise to never leave again, not without warning. Please. We are your family now. All of us. But Zus… No matter what you feel for him, you must know that in a corner of his heart, something blooms for you.

In the times of greatest darkness, the light always shines through because there are people who stand up to do brave, decent things. What I am trying to say, Yona, is that in moments like this, it doesn't matter what you were born to be. It matters what you choose to become.

It was not thought too unusual during the 1973 war for the army to issue a booklet (with a preface by General Yona Efrati of the central command) written by the central command’s rabbi, Abraham Avidan, containing the following key passage: When our forces encounter civilians during the war or in the course of a pursuit or a raid, the encountered civilians may, and by Halachic standards even must be killed, whenever it cannot be ascertained that they are incapable of hitting us back. Under no circumstances should an Arab be trusted, even if he gives the impression of being civilized.32

In 1924, Ma died, and Lara felt her loss keenly. She noted the profound influence her early life had had on her: "The example set by my mother and father has been something I have tried to follow, with failures here and there, with rebellion at times, but always coming back to it as the compass needle to the star.

I have plowed and planted and gathered into barns, and no man could head me—and ain’t I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man (when I could get it) and bear the lash as well—and ain’t I a woman? I have borne . . . children and seen all sold off into slavery, and when I cried out with a mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me—and ain’t I a woman?

so long.” His words fell quickly, as if he was trying to force them out before he could change his mind. “I just want you to know, in case we are separated, that I think you are extraordinary.” “Zus—” He held up a hand to stop her, his voice deepening. “Perhaps you still love Aleksander. But I—I wish my own heart was not so broken, Yona, because if it was whole, I think I would fight for you. I would tell you that I refuse to let you go, that I will not let you disappear into that forest without me ever again. But I don’t think I am capable of that, of all that comes with those kinds of feelings. And perhaps you don’t want to hear these things anyhow, so I will simply tell you good luck. And I wanted you to know, in case we do not see each other again, that I think you are far more special than you seem to see.

participated in the grueling competition, which was broken up into stages and went on for days. But in the spring of 1940, Germany invaded France, and shortly after that, the German army marched into Paris. The Tours de France had been canceled indefinitely. Now it was 1942, and the Occupation had dragged on for two long years. Who knew how long it would last or when the race would start up again? The bumpy cobblestones made the bike shake. But Marcel wouldn’t let that stop him. He knew that in 1939, the spring classic Paris-Roubaix bicycle race included fifteen or more cobbled sections as part of the grueling 200-plus kilometer course. Some were even steep hills. He had just rounded the corner of the street where Madame Trottier lived when suddenly a streak of orange flashed across the road. Zut alors! He jammed his feet on the brakes hard and

Understanding something means misunderstanding it in one's own way.

married

I'm from a hood where it's dark outside, late nights you can't walk outside without a gun.

good dick makes a bitch listen.

are played by blowing into a circular mouthpiece. A symphony lasts about thirty minutes and has three

Good does not exist. It is merely an absent of evil.

Speak once listen twice,

Though the turn of the twenty-first century was derided for its proliferation of disposable waste, Yona loved how the era had been so tactile. Lots of things meant lots of textures, colors, angles, and curves. The modern world was so efficient, so streamlined, so clean—junk was junk, but it was also a veritable buffet for the senses.

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My friend, I am very pleased to see you.  I feared they might never let you out.” “As did I,” replied Goodwin.  “But I am here now.  To see you.” Yonas’s smile nearly disappeared.  “What do you mean?” Goodwin motioned to Clay and the others.  “They’re here about the Tabot, so I’ve come to finish what we started.

The sun was almost down, so it’s a little hard to see.  But this is where Yonas engaged the monk Shenzu in front of the chapel.

Yes, but there is light too. In the times of greatest darkness, the light always shines through, because there are people who stand up to do brave, decent things. What I trying to say, Yona, is that in moments like this, it doesn't matter what you were born to be. It matters what you choose to become.

Relax, Yonas.  You needn’t risk anything.  All I want is the camera.” When he didn’t answer, Goodwin stepped in closer.  “You have my word I will not affiliate this with you or your family in any way.”  When Yonas still did not answer, Goodwin’s face became serious.  “You do still have it.

There's nothing better than taking a ride with our imagination.

idiot,” he said softly. “Just ignore him.

Ngesinye isikhathi, ungacabanga ukuthi ingane ayifundesekanga. Uthole ukuthi loku ekwenzayo. Yiko into efundiswe yona.

I write, I free write, I type it in a computer, and then I start over from the beginning and then I add to it.”- Yona Harvey @yonaharvey

No one, who has not pioneered, can understand the fascination of it . . . storms, blizzards, grasshoppers, burning hot winds, and fires . . . yet it seemed that we wanted nothing so much as wanted to keep going west!

Yes, life on the prairie was hard. But they had all pulled together to make the best of it.

I write, I free write, I type it in a computer, and then I start over from the beginning and then I add to it,”-Yona Harvey @yonaharvey

How on Earth would repetition be magic?"... "Well, God makes the same trees come alive each year, doesn't he? Yona said slowly. "He makes the same seasons come and go, the same flowers bloom, the same birds call. Anf there's magic in that, isn't there?

In the times of greatest darkness, the light always shines through, because there are people who stand up to do brave, decent things. What I am trying to say, Yona, is that in moments like this, it doesn't matter what you were born to be. It matters what you chose to become.