Zuri Quotes

Vanity, a loud voice and a loose relationship with the truth,” whispered Zuri. “All the qualities of a successful politician.

Your heart beats against the palm of my hand. Its need to be one with me drips between my fingertips as I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved, for later.

He could be shorter than Kevin Hart and look like Flavor Flav.

Once upon a time, is how stories begin...

She is a poem. She is an old one, a new one, one waiting to be written. She is.

What’s your name?’ She planted one elbow on the stretch of counter Zuri had wiped so she could lean closer and draw out both syllables. ‘Savine.’ ‘That’s a lovely name.’ ‘Oh, if you enjoy the tip, you’ll go mad for the whole thing.’ ‘That so?’ he purred at her. ‘How does it go?’ ‘Savine… dan…’ And she leaned even closer to deliver the punchline. ‘Glokta.’ If a name had been a knife and she had cut his throat with hers, the blood could not have drained more quickly from his face. He gave a strangled cough, took a step back and nearly fell over one of his own barrels.

...but I loved.

Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish I wish tonight... I whispered your name to a star last night, Softly, yet so bold. I closed my eyes, and saw your face I spoke those words untold. I wish I may, I wish I might It shouted from my soul Have this wish, I wish tonight This wish I can't let go…

Vanity, a loud voice and a loose relationship with the truth,’ whispered Zuri. ‘All the qualities of a successful politician.

Girl, you’re just like Grandpa Walter. Going over the river and through the woods to get to Bill’s house when he lives right across the street. Cut to the chase and tell me what happened!

Zurie paused to lean down and adjust her strappy stiletto. "You know how I feel about the 'boys are mean to the girls they like' saying—" "It is a social conditioning technique to make women accept lower standards from the men around them," I recited.

I watch the way you smile, as our eyes meet across the space. I watch the way your eyes caress, my body and its grace. I watch the way you consider, the things that we could do. I watch the way you watch me, as I’m thinking those same things too. I watch the way you realize, that some things take time to be; and until the time is right for us I’ll continue to watch you watching me.

How odd it must be for humans, sequestered away, all alone in their small area of the universe. A spoiled only child. A lonely existence. Poor creatures.

A reminder that even seconds counted when it came to loved ones.

this warrior didn’t stand a chance if he pissed her off. She’d mouthy him to death. Poor bastard.

I would give you my heart, but you would just give it back, so I give you my words instead.

Sometimes things don't go as planned. It's okay to try something new and unexpected. But whatever you do, just have fun.

Write me a poem. Write me several poems. A muse me.

Painting the words of my soul Across the skies Under the stones Leaving a trail for you to see Calling out loud, “Here I am! Can you see me?” Anxiously waiting; hoping to be heard Meaning what I say; every single word Painting the words of my truth Beginning with me, and Ending with you Leaving a trail for you to see Loudly painting, “Here I am! Can you see me?

Kombësia jonë zuri të humbasë kur u ngjall Greqia. Gjer atëherë, shqiptarët e krishterë rronin vëllazërisht me të tjerët; por pasi fitoi pavarësinë Greqia, nga njëra anë shqiptarët myslimanë u shtrënguan t’i lidhen më fort Turqisë, nga tjetra anë të krishterët shqiptarë iu afruan shtetit të vogël të krishterë, gjer sa u bënë fare, fare grekër. Në këtë mënyrë, Greqia e ngjallur prej shqiptarëve, u bë shkak për vdekjen e tyre.

Wednesdays are for writers, and directors, and actors. Wednesdays are for creating art, and poetry, and poetry in motion. Wednesdays are for protest, and rebellion, and artivism. Wednesdays, are for words from my notebook.

Her eyes widened in stunned surprise. “Dumb ass.” Excitement filled him, she must be very impressed with him. He struggled with her words for a second. “I will be your dumb—ass—moron protector.” Surely that must make her feel better.

Star light, Star bright First star I see tonight… I whispered your name to a star last night Softly, yet so bold I closed my eyes, and saw your face I spoke those words untold I wish I may, I wish I might It shouted from my soul Have this wish, I wish tonight This wish I can't let go...

Poradeci Perëndim i vagëlluar mi Liqerin pa kufir Po përhapet dal-nga-dale një pluhúrë si një hije. Nëpër Mal e nër Lëndina shkrumb' i natës që po bije, Duke sbritur që nga qjelli përmi fshat po bëhet fir... E kudó krahin' e gjërë më s'po qit as pipëlim: Në katund kërcet një portë...në Liqer heshtë një lopatë... Një shqiponjë-e arratisur fluturon në Mal-të-Thatë... Futet zemra djaloshare mun në fund të shpirtit t'im. Tërë fisi, tërë jeta, ra... u dergj... e zuri gjumi... Zotëroj më katër anë errësira... Po tashi: Dyke nisur udhëtimin mes-për-mes nër Shqipëri, Drini plak e i përrallshëm po mburon prej Shëndaumi...

Tri sata. Tri sata, to je vrijeme kad je uvijek prekasno ili prerano za sve ono sto covjek kani uciniti. Cudan popodnevni trenutak. Danas je upravo nepodnosljiv" "Ne slusam ih vise - idu mi na zivce. Ovo ce dvoje zavrsiti u krevetu. I oni to znaju. Svako od njih zna da i ono drugo zna. Ali, kako su mladi, cedni i pristojni, kako svako od njih zeli cuvati svoju cast i cast onoga drugoga, kako je ljubav velicanstvena poetska stvar koju ne valja poplasiti, oni odlaze viseput tjedno na ples i u restorane da pred svijetom izvode svoju predstavu, sa svojim malim obrednim i mehanickim plesovima...Na kraju krajeva, treba nekako utuci vrijeme. Mladi su i dobro gradjeni, imaju jos snage za tridesetak godina. Stoga im se ne zuri, sve nesto odgadjaju i imaju pravo. Kad jednom odspavaju zajedno, morat ce naci nesto drugo da prikriju golemi apsurd svoje egzistencije. Pa ipak...je li bas prijeko potrebno da lazu sami sebi?" "Oduvijek su vidjeli samo ukrocenu vodu sto curi iz slavine, samo svjetlo sto izvire iz zarulje na prekidac, samo krizano, bastardno drvece poduprto rasljastim podupiracima. Sto puta na dan dobivaju dokaze da se sve radi mehanicki, da se svijet pokorava fiksnim i nepromjenjivim zakonima. Tijela pustena u prazninu padaju sva istom brzinom, javni park zatvara svakog dana u sesnaest sati,a ljeti u osamnaest, olovo se tali na 335 stupnjeva Celzijevih, posljednji tramvaj polazi od Gradske vjecnice u dvadeset tri sata i pet minuta. Oni su mirni, pomalo mrzovoljni, misle na sutrasnjicu, sto ce jednostavno reci na novu danasnjicu; u gradovima je uvijek jedan te isti dan koji se svakog jutra potpuno jednak vraca. Samo ga nedjeljom malo iskite, Idioti!

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won’t.” Just as he dipped his spoon into the ice cream, Zuri and Ravi came

Zuri said, looking like she was about to cry. “You always

The caress of each word becoming one with the page. Twisting beneath the touch of the pen, forming a trail of permanent kisses, until they reach me.

I wonder if this is it. If I have finally flown too far from home. I think of Ramonda and Ororo. Zuri and W'Kabi. Father and S'yan. But above all, I think of you. and I think of dying out here, of drifting out here, in search of but far away from you.

Kwa nini mtoto mchanga anapokuwa ananyonya ziwa la mama yake, mara nyingi humwangalia mama yake machoni? Kwa sababu, licha ya macho kuonekana kitu cha ajabu kwake, mtoto mchanga, bila kujitambua, hutamani sana mama yake amwambie neno zuri atakalolitumia baadaye katika maisha yake atakapokuwa mkubwa. Maneno huumba. Ukimwambia mwanao kuwa anaonekana atakuwa jambazi, anaweza kuwa jambazi kweli atakapokuwa mkubwa; ukimwambia kuwa anaonekana atakuwa mwanasheria, anaweza kuwa mwanasheria kweli atakapokuwa mkubwa.

Jicho ni kiungo cha ajabu zaidi kuliko viungo vyote katika mwili wa mwanadamu baada ya ubongo. Jicho moja linatengenezwa na viungo vidogovidogo zaidi ya milioni mbili, vinavyofanya kazi kwa pamoja bila kukosea. Macho yana nguvu ya ajabu. Huu ni wito kwa akina mama wanaonyonyesha: Usizungumze maneno mabaya mtoto wako mchanga anapokuangalia machoni wakati ananyonya ziwa lako. Neno lolote utakalomwambia, zuri au baya, pamoja na kwamba amekuwa akisikia sauti yako kwa miezi kadhaa akiwa tumboni, litajirekodi katika akili yake isiyotambua bila wewe au yeye mwenyewe kujua. Neno hilo litakuja kumuathiri baadaye atakapokuwa mkubwa. Atakapopevuka, atakapokuwa na uwezo wa kupambanua mambo, atakuwa anaota na kuwaza kile ambacho ulikuwa ukimwambia alipokuwa tumboni; na alipokuwa akinyonya na kukukodolea macho.

The grocery store delivers!” Zuri exclaimed. “I meant from here to the door,” Bertram said.

Ravi and Zuri were determined to save Bertram from the iBall’s premonitions, so they were removing all the bread in the apartment. “We must protect Bertram,” Ravi declared as he tossed out a bag of sourdough rolls. “Okay, guys, I appreciate you monitoring my carb intake, but this is going too far,” Bertram said as he walked in and found them. “The next prediction is you’re going to choke on stuffing,” Zuri explained. “Then a shadowy figure’s going to take you away for a

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Write me a poem. Write me several poems. A Muse Me.

…then my words, held at tongues tip, prepared themselves to at a moment’s notice ascend alongside the wind and soar daringly into your ears. Words that would pick away at your doubts, shield you from your insecurities, heal your wounds, and dry your tears, until you fell in love with you again.

As a man thinketh, so is he? The Faith of a mustard seed? I planted those words in my thoughts and still my mind wound up lost between my dreams and reality.

A man that touches with only his hands, will never be in the same league as the man that touches in places the hands cannot reach.

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me too?

Tis the night before Christmas And the moon is sitting high The kids are in bed, Kissed and snuggled in tight The gifts are all wrapped There is love in the air It only comes once So it is handled with care The curtains are drawn The cookies are bit It’s time to blow out All those candles we’ve lit The kids will soon wake With laughter in their hearts We have a big day ahead And early it would start Laughter’s and squeals Jumps on the bed Screaming, “Get up”! “Get up!” as they fled Wrappings and ribbons Thrown everywhere “Oh, I love you Mom and Dad!” Neither did spare Family arrives - Carolers sing Stories are told Of childhood memories This is true love; true love is in the air And it only comes once So it is handled with care Now the gifts have been opened And the food is all gone The songs are all sung And the guests have gone home It is time to get back To all the normal things It is time to put away All that the holidays bring You'll go to your office She'll go to her room He'll reach for his game I guess I'll grab the broom Christmas had come And Christmas had went It only comes once a year But it is always time well spent

Ali hrabro napred jer prica je zivot, a svaki zivot se spotakne , posrne, padne, oklizne, pa se opet digne i ide dalje, zuri".

If you'd heard me the first time I said it twice, I wouldn't have had to say it again.

I can’t compete with you, for you.

The future of Africa and our planet lies in our hands. It lies also in the hands of today’s young Africans who will pass the baton to future generations.

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book, make me your poetry.

Which is better? To have heard the sound of children’s laughter? To have listened to the song of birds at morning’s peak? To have beat your fingers in rhythm to the cities traffic? to have giggled at the whispers of your lover’s sweet… nothings? Or never hearing any of those things at all? Therefore never, forever craving those things that was? Which is better? Aw deaf man. Can you even hear me?

Zuri might already be with him and Kellan might be headed for a fight. That worried him. “The Edifiers have nothing good to say,” said the Indlovu.

After you've said all that needs to be said, stop talking.

let my ego get the best of me. You have no fuckin’ idea how sorry I am for that. I didn’t even feel right watching you walk away. I couldn’t breathe—” “He damn sure couldn’t,” Corey said from the other side of the door. “I thought the nigga was having a stroke.” There was a loud smack, followed by Zuri fussing, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Thankful that their friends had given her a reason to express her joy, Artemis laughed, blinking away her tears. “I knew bringing them with me was a bad idea,” he straightened up. “Nigga, fuck you,” Corey replied. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be here.” “Facts,” Nixon co-signed.

We literally just got back on good terms. I can only imagine how many of his groupies have seen the picture already. Now they’re about to start popping out of the snow! Like daisies.” “Reel it in, Mushu,” Dylan chuckled. “And if somebody did have a problem then, so what?” Zuri interrupted. “Let your man handle it.” “He’s not my man,” she drawled. “Technically.

Zuri took the rabbit and studied it for a moment. “She looks different. And her nose is twitching a lot slower.” “No, it’s not,” Jessie countered. She reached over and pushed the bunny’s nose up and down faster with her finger. “Jessie, why are you twitching her nose?” Zuri asked. “It’s a little game we play, see?” Jessie said, her voice getting more and more shrill with anxiety. Then she reached over and twitched Ravi’s nose for him. “Fun!” Ravi said nasally.

And did she want to be with a man who couldn’t forgive, forget and move on?

Od prelaska Save kupe se u njemu nekakav žal i jed. Zapušteni zirati, razriveni krovovi, isprovaljivane ograde, sela i kasabe bez glasa, svijet dronjav, šutljiv, nepovjerljiv, malo ko radi, sve se zbjeglo u stare, od vremena ogubavjele kuće, šuti i zuri napolje, čeka nešta, kameni se, kao da je svu Bosnu pritisnuo neizmjeran čemer nekakvog posljednjeg nepopravljivog gubitka, pa sva, i tlem i nebom i oranicom i kućom i umornim okom govečeta i mraznim licem šutljivog žitelja, dotrajava posljednje dane gaseći se prije mraka i umirući prije smrti. Ti teški tmasti utisci od prelaska na desnu Savinu obalu, pa do ovog žalosnog pogleda na avliju na kojoj je odrastao, zagomilaše se u bol, u očajanje koje je moglo odušiti samo plačom ili urlavom psovkom. Zamalo ne dreknu iz sedla - Pa gdje ste, verdammtes Volk? je li radni dan ili nije? ko vam je dopustio da se izležavate? ustaaaj, stoko, loss! Golem zeljov izvuče se ispod hambara, osmotri, pođe režeći, a jahač mirno sjaha. Kad zvijer stade da nasrće, bjelasajući zubima, gost ga olovnim vrškom kamdžije pucnu između ušiju. Zvijer skiknu i pobježe u hambar. Gost pljunu za njim. Nekad je predak ove lijenčine skakao medvjedu na prsa.

I haven’t met him yet, of course, but I have the damndest feeling, that my soulmate… meeting him is just around the corner,” Zuri prophesied.

There's undeniable strength in remaining calm and composed in any situation—it's often the least anticipated response.