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Eat dirt evil doer!

È bello come stare qui? Certo, è bello. Come l’onda, ti prende e ti porta con sé, ti travolge, ti stringe nelle sue spire, ti sommerge, e non sai più farne a meno. Come la vita? Come svegliarsi al mattino e sentire che hai un corpo da nutrire, come respirare, Jay, è bello come respirare? Chiusi gli occhi e cercai di riportare alla mente la sensazione che provavo quando, dopo essere stato disarcionato, riemergevo senza fiato e pieno di dolori per gli schiaffi presi dalle onde. Ciò che avevo sentito facendo sesso somigliava più al trionfo di pochi istanti, sopra un’onda buona, ma troppo docile per dare tempo all’adrenalina di percorrerti tutto. Forse… forse per amore. Per amore, forse, avrebbe potuto essere bello come svegliarsi al mattino e sentire che hai un corpo da nutrire. Per amore avrebbe potuto essere come il sollievo quando finalmente si ritrova il pelo dell’acqua dopo il naufragio. Ma non mi era mai accaduto per amore. Si girò e mi guardò corrucciato. Fu un solo istante, poi riportò lo sguardo alla strada. Jay, se si chiama “fare l’amore”, come puoi farlo senza amore?

Ed io scorgevo sempre quella tempesta che ti porti dentro, nei tuoi occhi, nelle tue mani che si nascondono tra i capelli annodati, nei vestiti che abbandoni sul pavimento aspettando che qualcuno li riordini e in quelle costellazioni di lentiggini che ti ritrovi in volto. Mi sono accorto che mi bastava questo, che vivevo solo di questo, che eri la mia tempesta, il sole che segue il temporale, che eri un disastro, che mi rendevi vivo.

Education and assimilation were devastatingly effective at controlling a conquered people.

È così semplice con gli oggetti, li puoi sostituire quando sono rotti. Ma con le persone non funziona in questo modo perché, quando vengono distrutte, non hanno un modo per ripararsi, per cambiare i loro pezzi andati in frantumi. Possono solo aspettare che il tempo faccia il suo corso, che lenisca le ferite, ma nel momento in cui perdono troppi frammenti si sentono troppo tristi, troppo stanchi, troppo... hai capito cosa intendo? Non è facile, per noi esseri umani.

Effie Seabright, we’ve been fated to meet you for a long time.

Either you’re with me or you’re against me. I can’t afford to be looking over my shoulder all the time waiting for you to stick a knife in my back.

El amor es para valientes.

El amor no entiende de condiciones, ni de lugar, tiempo o espacio. ¿Importa acaso saber qué es lo que amas? Yo creo que no, cuando encuentras a esa persona especial, todo deja de importar; ya no necesitas encontrarle un sentido. Lo único que importa es ese sentimiento cálido y dulce que se ha instalado en tu corazón y del que ya no te podrás desprender. Aunque no siga creciendo y latiendo, sigue ahí, en tu interior. Porque pasó a formar parte de ti en el momento en el que lo dejaste entrar. Y ya no te abandonará, aunque el polvo del tiempo lo cubra, tú podrás volverlo a hacer relucir en ti. Así que no: no necesito saber qué es, porque sé que le amo, y eso a mí, me basta".

Eleştirmenler Tolkien'ı 'basitleştirmeciliğinden', Orta Dünya'nın sakinlerini iyiler ve kötüler diye ikiye ayırmasından ötürü çok suçladılar. Tolkien gerçekten de bunu yapıyor. [...] öyküye ruhsal bir yolculuk olarak baktığınızda ise çok farklı ve tuhaf bir şeyle karşılaşıyorsunuz. O zaman karşınıza çıkan, her birinin kara bir gölgesi olan parlak figürler topluluğu. Elf'lere karşı Ork'lar. Aragorn'a karşı Kara Süvari. Gandalf'a karşı Saruman. Ve hepsinden öte, Frodo'ya karşı Gollum. Ona karşı ve onunla birlikte. [...] Bu açıdan baktığınızda Yüzüklerin Efendisi'ne basit bir öykü diyebilir miyiz? Bence diyebiliriz. Kral Oedipus da oldukça basit bir öyküdür. Ancak basitleştirici değildir. Ancak dönüp gölgesiyle yüzleşmiş, karanlığa bakmış birinin anlatabileceği bir öyküdür. Yüzüklerin Efendisi'nin fantazi dilinde yazılmış olması tesadüf değildir; bunun nedeni Tolkien'ın bir gerçeklik kaçağı olması değildir, çocuklar için yazması da değildir. Neden, fantazinin ruhsal yolculuğun 'ruhta' iyiyle kötünün mücadelesinin doğal, en uygun dili olmasıdır.

Emma, I will love you with every breath in my body and beyond my own death. I swear to be your shield, your protector, your worshipper. There is nothing I will deny you. I am yours

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

Ember repeated her mantra in her mind, "there is nothing strange about me," as she stepped out the door. It was a lie, but it was a thought that surfaced whenever she walked out into the open air. She repeated it again, and it rang even more false the second time. The lie was a comfort, nonetheless.

Emmerich's heart in his throat, he could only stare down at Monica, who looked up at him with glassy eyes as she shivered with pain and choked on blood.

Emotions might lead to chaos sometimes, but can be a beautiful kind of chaos. - The Return, Book 3 of The Wordwick Games by Kailin Gow.

En el fondo, nadie es como aparenta ser. Tú, por ejemplo. O yo. Las personas son mucho más complicadas que eso. Y eso vale para todo el mundo.

En drake ger inga andra chanser.

Encender una vela es proyectar una sombra...

Enjoyed the ride?' Janis asked, sarcasm in her voice. 'I never thought you'd actually be scared of flying.' 'Well, it's not everyday I ride unicorns to parallel worlds,' I muttered.

enter the world of things as they are

Entire universes flourish in my mind. Sometimes I get lost in there.

Enoch could respond with nothing more than a simple gesture in the orbs' direction. His brain was frozen. He could not think or speak, but the voiceless answer roused Fallon instantly. When he followed Enoch's gaze, a silent curse passed over his lips and then, "We're in big trouble.

En réponse à cette sorcellerie, les lames runiques de Skynth s’illuminèrent et se couvrirent d’une fine pellicule glacée alors qu’une litanie enflait dans les rangs des défenseurs : Si les Dieux d’Yskaz le veulent… L’on siégera à leur droite Sous les étoiles cristallines et moirées Dans les glaces scintillantes Si les Dieux d’Yskaz le veulent… L’on passera à leur gauche Sur les brisants nuées pâles et mouvantes Dans les Landes Figées Si les Dieux d’Yskaz le veulent… Le peuple d’Yskaz affectionnait les runes de froid au combat et l’on disait volontiers dans les cinq royaumes que le baiser d’une lame en acier d’Yskaz était plus froid que la mort elle-même.

En person som behöver säga 'jag är farlig' är knappast det.

En rand gör ingen zebra.

- Entonces ámame. - ¿Que te ame? - Sí, ámame.

Erasing is exercise for the hands

En un sens, le titre d’ancien, utilisé à son adresse par l’homme des bois, le ravit. C’est la reconnaissance implicite du peuple des bois à son égard, l’offre respectueuse de partager une existence en ces terres. Opinant du chef, Gibbie soutient : - J’ai les paumes pleines de farine. - Mes doigts sont percés d’échardes, agrée simplement Kardys. Les bruits reprennent dans le moulin, chacun revenant à ce qu’il faisait. Le grand forestier poursuit : - Alors, c’en était bien un… - Un Pâle-de-la-Nuit, réaffirme lugubrement le meunier. Et d’ajouter à la cantonade, avant de se replonger dans sa chope : - Je l’ai vu et entendu comme je vous vois.

Err on the side of awesome.

Esmeralda?” Scarlett turned to the witch next. “Don’t you want to do magic, again?” “Of course I do! It’s the only thing I dream of. Casting spells… Turning people into frogs… Genetically engineering my gingerbread army…

Err, sorry Father Abbot. I tripped y'see. Trod on my Abbot, Father Habit. Oh dear, I mean....

Eric thought he could imagine how aristocrats raised their daughters. Like rare flowers, they lived behind high walls, way out in the country where they could remain innocent and tremulous. Knowledge was not something such parents gave their daughters. He had seen enough of this while serving as a mercenary in Avesterra. Girls from wealthy families had little information and even less common sense in their heads. All they knew how to do was embroider and bat their eyelashes (and they weren’t even supposed to do too much of that).

Esa... es mi bendición y a la vez mi cruel maldición...

Esa es una pregunta sencilla y tiene una respuesta larga y compleja...

Escucha, no hagas ninguna tontería [...]. Acércate con cuidado. Somételo, cierra sus caminos y haz que vuelva a dormir.

Es macht mich wahnsinnig, in deiner Nähe und doch so weit von dir entfernt zu sein.

Este teama celor care au furat sau au realizat o fărădelege, cea care îi ţine atenţi şi paranoici în faţa posibilităţii ca cineva să-i fure ceva de preţ.

Es war der Purpurne, der Ausgleich schaffte zwischen den Brüdern der ersten Brut. Er wusste um das Feuer in ihren Herzen und sorgte sich, dass ein Streit sie alle entzweien würde. So bat er die Alben, ihm Kinder zu erschaffen, die den Schleier der Zukunft zerreißen sollten, damit er jeden Streit schlichten könne. Und die Alben schenkten ihm die Xana. Nymphen, schön wie ein Sommertag, mit langem, goldenem Haar und einem Leib, so vollkommen, dass man den Blick nicht von ihnen abwenden konnte. Doch waren sie launisch wie ein Gebirgsbach im Frühling, mal sanft und friedlich, mal wild und überschäumend. Und sie sagten alles, was sie sahen, wenn sie in die Zukunft blickten, denn groß war ihre Gabe, doch Weisheit war ihnen nicht beschieden worden.

Ett tips bara?” ”Vad?” ”Säg inte ’käk’. Du framstår som en sjaskig barbar och de flesta tjejer skulle tacka nej då.

Even apocalypse looks less dire when viewed over a plate of bacon.

Even in the midst of darkness, there is always a shard of light if we will but search for it hard enough and believe in it strongly enough.

Even if they are fictional, I always thought that mermaids were beautiful creatures. Of course, they don’t compare to you, but still…

Even the broken will fight

Even if yesterday existed, today is just real, not a fantasy like the past.

Even the darkest minds can be overcome with compassion

Even in the hottest fire there's a bit of water. my The Opposite Of Magic.

Even in the thickest fog he could find his way home from here and not fear getting lost

Even now I ask myself, what would have happened if I had gone to the cove with Tansy that Thursday afternoon, instead of going to the beach? If I had stayed away from the boat at the jetty, hidden from sight? If I had thrown the pearl back in the sea at the first opportunity when I had seen the look in Rammell’s eyes? But then I reason that it probably wouldn’t have made any difference. The Fates had spun my destiny, and I was tight roping along the threads that tangled in the sky, regardless of the drop below.

Even the Doughskins had to admit it: in this world, only stone could claim to last.

Even though this world is narrow, it is wide... to those who understand. This world isn't the only one.