Zidane Quotes

يا ولدى, حياتنا مليئة بالالام و الاثام, اولئك الجهال أرادوا التخلص من موروث القهر بالقهر, و من ميراث الاضطهاد بالاضطهاد و كنت انت الضحية

And there it was. That slight lisp. That awful accent. That funny face that made him ache. Charlie wasn't just a cheat. He was a liar as well. Because Violette Zidane wasn't just the girl he was shagging, like he told the cop. She sort of owned his heart a little. Kind of a lot.

السعادة نصيب، استمراريتها قرار

U julu je moj otac odlazio u banju i ostavljao me s majkom i starijim bratom na milost i nemilost letnjih dana belih od žege i onesvešćujućih. Prevrtali smo, ošamućeni svetlom, tu veliku knjigu raspusta, čiji su svi listovi goreli sjajem i imali na dnu opojno slatko meso zlatnih krušaka. Adela se vraćala u svetla jutra, kao Pomona iz vatre užarenog dana, prosipajući iz kotarice šarenu lepotu sunca – sjajne trešnje, pune vode ispod prozračne kožice, crne višnje, čiji je miris prelazio ono što se ostvarivalo u ukusu; kajsije, u čijem se zlatnom mesu nalazila srž dugih popodneva; a pored te čiste poezije voća istovarivala je komađe mesa sa klavijaturom telećih rebara nabreklih snagom i hranljivošću, alge povrća, kao ubijene sepije i meduze – sirovi materijal ručka sa još neformiranim i jalovim ukusom, vegetativne i zemaljske primese koje su mirisale divljinom i poljem. Kroz tamni stan na prvom spratu zidane zgrade na trgu svaki dan je skroz prolazilo leto: tišina drhtavih vazdušnih slojeva, kvadrati svetla koji su na podu snivali svoj strasni san; melodija vergla izvučena iz najdublje zlatne žile dana; dva-tri takta refrena, koji je, sviran negde na klaviru, stalno iznova, malaksavao na suncu na belim pločicama, izgubljen u vatri dubokog dana. Pospremivši, Adela je pravila hlad u sobama navlačeći platnene zavese. Tada su se boje spuštale za oktavu dublje, senka je ispunjavala sobu, kao utonulu u svetlost morske dubine, ogledajući se još mutnije u zelenim zrcalima, a sva žega dana se odmarala na zavesama koje su se lako talasale od sanjarija podnevnih sati. Subotom popodne izlazio sam s majkom u šetnju. Iz polumraka trema ulazilo se odmah u sunčano kupanje dana. Prolaznici, hodajući u zlatu, imali su oči sužene od žege, kao slepljene medom, a malo podignuta gornja usna otkrivala im je desni i zube. I svi koji su hodali tog zlaćanog dana imali su tu grimasu žege, kao da je sunce svim svojim pristalicama bilo stavilo istu masku – zlatnu masku sunčanog bratstva, i svi, koji su danas išli ulicama, susreli su se, mimoilazili, stari i mladi, deca i žene, pozdravljali su se u prolazu tom maskom, naslikanom debelom, zlatnom bojom na licu, kezili su se jedni na druge tom bahantskom grimasom – varvarskom maskom paganskog kulta.

When the two had met and Zidane had initially dated her, many years ago, they had both been in attendance at the same university and he'd wooed her with generous helpings of charm and grace, which had accompanied his external good looks and won her heart over completely.

Zidane's words struck a deep chord inside Leah's heart as the opera of romance started to play and vibrate within her as his heavy breath caressed her skin, laden with intense passion and desire as it seductively tickled her cheek.

After the accident, depression had drowned Zidane's thoughts and emotions as waves of sadness had consumed and engulfed him and his heart had then plummeted rapidly into the murky depths of despair.

Somehow, Leah had managed to resuscitate Zidane from the brink of death as she'd breathed life back inside him in a manner that healed him, through just her very presence and over the course of time, he'd somehow been restored and revitalized

When Leah arrived outside the lounge, she smiled as she prepared to see Zidane, the couple certainly didn't have a huge banqueting hall and the bedroom they shared was a world away from the elaborate living quarters Leah had just seen, inside Spectrum but the home they lived in was pleasant enough as their companionship and love adorned it with more jewels than any crown could possibly hold.

Leah's first exploration of Spectrum, for that day was now technically over and now she knew it was time for her reality, now it was real time and Zidane the real man in her real life, would definitely really be waiting for her and that was definitely worth far more and far more precious to Leah than any artificial, royal title Spectrum could ever offer her.

Quite intentionally, Leah had completely avoided the entire issue inside her mind of how she would feel if Zidane actually did the same thing to her and she'd not even actually given it any consideration at all as she'd kept the Pandora's box of moral deliberations firmly shut and simply ignored any deeper implications.

Zidane would be definitely be upset the next day and Leah knew it, she would have to offer apologies and attempt to make amends somehow to the love of her life as his needs for that day had definitely not been met even though Leah's needs actually had.

If Spectrum wasn't completed soon, Leah feared that it would just be a matter of time before Zidane would seek out other leisure activities and companionship to decorate his evenings with that Leah's increased involvement in Spectrum actually denied him.

Leah had ignored Zidane's needs completely as she'd fulfilled her own albeit in a totally fictitious capacity and even though his dedication, patience and loyalty had not yet wavered, it was just a matter of time before the sands of his commitment finally ran out

A future for the couple that would ensure Leah and Zidane did not have to struggle financially, one where they did not have to plan every penny they spent, a future where their children would have the comfort of a large home, their own bedrooms and a large garden to actually play inside and a future where they would be free from the worries of tomorrow.

Yes, some of the men she interacted with inside Spectrum were exceptionally attractive, exceedingly charming and very sexually exciting but deep down Leah knew, only Zidane was real and they actually weren't.

Zidane was the man Leah would have children with, Zidane was the man Leah would actually spend the rest of her life with and Zidane was to Leah, her forever.

Zidane was definitely a real human being and that meant he had needs too and whilst Leah was getting some of her needs fulfilled in an imaginary, fictitious environment, she was very much aware, he actually wasn't.

No, the new Zidane!

38. Quelle est la différence entre Zinedine Zidane et Lady Di ? Zidane, c’est : accélération, petit pont, but ! Tandis que Lady Di c’est : accélération, grand pont, poteau ! 39. Comment

J’ai envie de chichis, oui… mais j’ai aussi envie de ça. Ça, c’est-à-dire lui rouler un patin, un sabot, un socque, une galoche tellement puissante que, dans ma hâte de l’embrasser, je me retrouve non pas à lui donner un baiser, mais… un coup de boule. Comme Zidane, oui.

Vivi... Well...in the end, it boils down to two simple choices. Either you do or you don't. You'd think with all the problems in this world, there'd be more answers. It's not fair... but that's the way things are. The choice is yours.

Give me Zidane and 10 planks of wood and I’ll win you the Champions League.

سأظل أهتم حتى تذبل آخر وردة

Paul Scholes, one of Manchester United’s greatest midfielders, was described by Zinedine Zidane, himself no slouch, as the ‘complete footballer’. Despite some unforgettable goals, Scholes the fiery Red is remembered for his completeness: protecting his defence, providing ideas and cover for his fellow midfielders, and producing opportunities for his wingers and strikers. Even when, unnoticed, he did pop up to score with a spectacular shot, he blushed profusely when bathed in adulation for it. Recognition positively embarrassed Scholes. He preferred quietly to contribute 90 minutes of blood, sweat and opportunities for others. Harry S. Truman had it right: ‘It is amazing what you can accomplish if you do not care who gets the credit.

Her body was completely worn out from the day's activities inside Spectrum which had satisfied every ounce of her being, although she knew she definitely hadn't satisfied Zidane that day, in any capacity at all.

Zidane simply couldn't compete with any of the invisible challengers inside Spectrum or with the way they made Leah feel and that meant, the competition he was now deeply immersed in, one that he wasn't even remotely aware off, was absolutely impossible for him to actually win.

Perhaps her acts of unfaithfulness and her fictional betrayal of Zidane didn't count as being impure in the moral scorecard that the Mirror of Trials applied or perhaps Spectrum didn't consider that aspect of morality as being relevant for those particular trials. ~

The tenderness of his touch prompted Leah to smile, somehow Zidane had coped with the lack of attention, somehow Zidane had trekked through the deserts of solitude, somehow Zidane had been loyal, faithful, dedicated and strong and somehow Zidane was, still by her side.

Financially, Zidane had always supported Leah and he'd made sure that she'd never actually suffered the unbearable pains of poverty that so many of her colleagues in the scientific industry usually bore as they sought to pursue their lifetime ambitions and the actual physical manifestation of their research work.

Zidane felt extremely excited as he embraced the prospect that finally he would have Leah back inside his arms and that now she would spend less time wrapped up in something that although it was important, had actually become his rival as it siphoned and drained her attention away from him and completely starved him of her time.

He had absolutely no desire to divulge what he'd seen on the screen to Neil or anyone else and certainly not at that moment in time as it would actually take Zidane's mind a while to come to terms with Leah's betrayal and spectators or an audience to that eventuality were simply not a desirable component at all

The bitter pill of infidelity was hard to swallow as it sank down inside Zidane's stomach silently like a rock as he sought to escape the suffocation of the house and the basement where he'd been betrayed as quickly as possible.

A shadow of disappointment followed Zidane and an invisible robe of hurt adorned his frame as he arrived back at work, weighed down by the heavy weight of glumness, Leah had unknowingly bestowed upon him.

Zidane knew his words were marinated in falsehood but there was no way he could avoid making some kind of promise to Leah that he had absolutely no intention at all of honouring.

The silence was the silence of Leah's betrayal and the silence of Zidane's discovery and a silence which denied the acknowledgement of the truth which hung over their lives, heads and home like a dirty, grey cloud.

She shook her head in frustration as she wondered where on earth he could be, Zidane was never usually late and nine 'o' clock had arrived fifteen minutes ago but Zidane still hadn't.

Busquets

Ser «madridista» significa formar parte de una comunidad de elegidos en la que todo el mundo es bienvenido

You don't need a reason to help people.

To borrow a Portuguese expression, Scolari had put all the meat on the barbecue.