A Quotes
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“Ah me son, we don't be takin' nothin' from the sea. We has to sneak up on what we wants and wiggle it away”
Source: The New Founde Land
“Ah me! how easy it is (how much all have experienced it) to indulge in brave words in another person's trouble.
[Lat., Hei mihi, quam facile est (quamvis hic contigit omnes),
Alterius lucta fortia verba loqui!]”
“Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.”
“Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
[Lat., Hei mihi! quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis.]”
“Ah me! the world is full of meetings such as this,--a thrill, a voiceless challenge and reply, and sudden partings after!”
Source: Poets of the world: Nathaniel Willis
“Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create anger where we never meant harm; and these thoughts are the thorns in our cushion. - William Makepeace Thackeray”
Source: The works of William Makepeace Thackeray
“Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?”
“Ah me, how weak a thing
The heart of woman is!”
“Ah me, thou Destiny, Giver of evil gifts.”
“Ah men, why do you want all this attention? I can write poems for myself, make love to a doorknob if absolutely necessary. What do you have to offer me I can't find otherwise except humiliation? Which I no longer need.”
“Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?”
Source: The Aeneid
“Ah, Momma. I had never looked at death before, peered into its yawning chasm for the face of a beloved. For days my mind staggered out of balance. I reeled on a precipice of knowledge that even if I were rich enough to travel all over the world, I would never find Momma. If I were as good as God’s angels and as pure as the Mother of Christ, I could never have Momma’s rough slow hands pat my cheek or braid my hair.
Death to the young is more than that undiscovered country; despite its inevitability, it is a place having reality only in song or in other people's grief.”
Source: Singin' and Swingin' and Gettin' Merry Like Christmas
“Ah. Morrigan,” a voice said behind me. I jumped and spun around. Jesus. She must have been wearing super-quiet librarian shoes.”
Source: Unraveling Isobel
“Ah, music, a magic beyond all we do here!" ~Albus Dumbledore”
Source: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
“Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!”
Source: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
“Ah, my candid tongue, my audacious companion; we are once again on a path of self-destruction..”
“Ah, my dear friend, cheer up... After all, we have peace! And because there is peace, the occupiers can't behave so abominably anymore. All right, we're not free. But we are used to that, Mr. Kujawski. After all we were both born into slavery, and we will die in it. Oh yes, at first they'll exploit us ruthlessly. Fourteen hours of slave labor a day. A bowl of watery soup. Whippings, beatings... But that will pass with time. Because there is peace, they won't have a chance to get any new slaves. They'll have to take good care of those have already. Cheer up, dear Mr. Kujawski... [...] Arbeit macht frei, work makes man free, and it makes him especially so in the sunshine of European peace. We will lack only one thing. Only one! The right of dissent. The right to say out loud that we want a free and independent Poland, that we want to brush our teeth and go on holiday in our own way, conceive children and work our own way, think in our own way, live and die. This is the one thing you will find missing in the sunshine of European peace, which you, my friend, hold to be the highest good.”
Source: The Beautiful Mrs. Seidenman
“Ah, my dear friend Hassim, seems our paths cross once again, how fortunate for this humble Sheik.” As Abdullah spoke in his usual self deprecating manner I realized that a favor was on the tip of his tongue and that I was about to be offered a quid-pro-quo.
We were sitting crossed legged on large fat pillows with gold fringe. The tent was large with partitions dividing living, sleeping and cooking space. It was made from heavy cotton canvas erected on thick poles in the center giving the structure a peaked circus tent appearance. The women serving us were young, wearing harem pants low on their hips with cropped gauze tops made from sheer silk. Their exposed midriffs were flat and toned, their belly buttons were decorated in precious stones that glittered in the torch light as they moved. They were bare footed with stacks of gold ankle bracelets making the only sound we heard as they kept our glasses filled with fresh sweet tea and our communal serving trays piled high with dates and sugar incrusted sweets of undetermined origin.
Abdullah took no notice of these women, his nonchalance intrigued me as I was obviously having trouble keeping my mind focused on the discussion at hand, this was all part of the Arab way, when it came to negotiation they had no peers.
“So my dear friend, tell me, the region is on fire is there a solution?”
I spoke in a deliberate and flat tone, little emotion just concern, one friend to another.
“We were shocked by the American response in Egypt and Libya, never had we seen them move so fast with such efficiency. The fall of Gadaffi was unexpected and Mubarak’s fate stunned us; he had been a staunch supporter of the US in this region we fully expected the Obama administration to prop him up one more time, as they had done so many times in the past.”
I looked carefully at Abdullah,”
“Ah my deare God! though I am clean forgot, Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.”
“Ah my friend, if you and I could escape this fray and live forever, never a trace of age, immortal, I would never fight on the front lines again or command you to the field where men win fame.”
Source: The Iliad
“Ah, my friend, if you have nightmares about something, it usually helps to talk about it.”
Source: Memories
“Ah, My poor boy! You can't fight fate - did I neglect to teach you that? People cannot choose where, when and into what conditions they are born. From the moment of birth, each person must live on life's terms. The world is cruel. But that's only natural. We begin life as a chemical reaction... The soul non-existent... The mind merely synaptic sparks... Human existence but a shadow of memory and information. We live alone, as we must - in a godless, merciless world... and yet... we LIVE! That is the SECRET of FREE WILLl! It may be inevitable that, so young, you buckled under the burden of the world's karma. You may aspire to good! You may aspire to evil! You may grope to find your path! But, unless you are ALIVE... ...well, my boy - unless you are alive, no talent will ever bear fruit!”
Source: Gunnm
“Ah, my wee sprite." He released the lock of hair and leaned closer. "If learning to fly is your desire, then fly you shall.”
Source: Illusionary
“Ah, my young lad, powerful lord of awareness, you will not be freed merely by my explaining and your hearing such things. Examine and analyze the fundamental nature (ngang-tsul [ངང་ ཙུལ་]) of what I have set forth, so that direct experience is elicited from the depths of your being, and stabilize your ongoing understanding and awareness.”
Source: Buddhahood Without Meditation: A Visionary Account Known As Refining One's Perception
“Ah, Nastenka! Why, one thanks some people for being alive at the same time with one; I thank you for having met me, for my being able to remember you all my life!”
Source: White Nights
“Ah, "never give up," the ultimate mantra for life's champions! When obstacles try to play their game of whack-a-mole, I'll be the sneaky mole that keeps popping up, saying, "Not today, my friend!" It's like facing a Rubik's cube with a sassy smile, determined to twist and turn until all the colors align. So, to the hurdles that dare cross my path, I've got a witty comeback: You can't stop me—I'm a tenacious force with a side of stubborn!”
“Ah, "never give up," the ultimate mantra for life's champions! When obstacles try to play their game of whack-a-mole, I'll be the sneaky mole that keeps popping up, saying, "Not today, my friend!" It's like facing a Rubik's cube with a sassy smile, determined to twist and turn until all the colors align. So, to the hurdles that dare cross my path, I've got a witty comeback: You can't stop me—I'm a tenacious force with a side of stubbornness!”
“Ah, New England. An amalgam of picket fences and crumbling bricks; Ivy League schools and dropped Rs; social tolerance and the Salem witch trials, Henry David Thoreau and Stephen King, P-town rainbows and mill-town rust; Norman Rockwell and Aerosmith; lobster and Moxie; plus the simmering aromas of a million melting pot cuisines originally brought here by immigrants from everywhere else searching for new ways to live.
It’s a place where rapidly-growing progressive cities full of the ‘wicked smaaht’ coexist alongside blight-inflicted Industrial Revolution landscapes full of the ‘wicked poor’. A place of forested mountains, roaring rivers, crystalline lakes, urban sprawl, and a trillion dollar stores. A place of seasonal tourism beach towns where the wild, rank scent of squishy seaweed casts its cryptic spell along the vast and spindrift-misted seacoast, while the polished yachts of the elite glisten like rare jewels on the horizon, just out of reach.
Where there are fiery autumn hues and leaves that need raking. Powder snow ski slopes and icy windshields that need scraping. Crisp daffodil mornings and mud season. Beach cottage bliss and endless miles of soul-sucking summer traffic .
Perceived together, the dissonant nuances of New England stir the imagination in compelling and chromatic whorls.”
“Ah, no difficulties can ever daunt me,' replied d'Artagnan: 'my only fear is, of impossibilities.'
'Nothing is impossible,' said the lady, 'to the one who truly loves.'
'Nothing, madame?'
'Nothing' she replied.”
Source: The Three Musketeers
“Ah, no, he did not want May to have that kind of innocence, the innocence that seals the mind against imagination and the heart against experience...”
Source: The Age of Innocence
“Ah, Norina, think or feel,
for thoughts and feelings can’t go together,
they are not on good terms,
you’ll be shattered.
Thoughts corrupt feelings
and feelings weaken thoughts.
I have to settle that case.
No matter what happens,
I will find a way..”
Source: Norina Luciano
“Ah, now,” crooned Adam, “here we are, then.” With infinite care, as though he were handling a babe, he lifted the sword out, and a sigh seemed to go through him. “Ah, my lovely, it’s been far too long.”
“Shall I leave you two alone, then?” Eliza’s lips twitched. She’d never seen such a look of reverence mixed with old familiarity. It was nearly indecent.
Adam spared her a glance. “Quiet woman, a man’s relationship with his sword is a sacred thing.”
“So I’ve heard.”
Source: Soulbound
“Ah, now," he soothed in his low, easy voice, the way he would a spooked horse or a woman whose bodice he was about to slip lower. It worked a treat. Her pupils dilated in sudden interest, for it was 'that' kind of voice and she was a woman after all. She'd decided he was attractive and pleasant and she visibly softened. When he bothered to use that tone on women they generally did.”
Source: What I Did for a Duke
“Ah, now I see. It was in the center of the dorayaki! Right there underneath the insignia...
she added apple confiture to the filling!"
Confiture!
What the heck is that?!
"Confiture is the French word for jams and marmalades. It seems she's made her own special apple jam blended with a hint of ginger!
The tart juiciness and fruity richness of the jam melds seamlessly with the ginger's flavor. When tasted together with the apple chunks and dorayaki crust, it jumps out at you in a brilliant flash of deliciousness!”
Source: 食戟のソーマ 28 [Shokugeki no Souma 28]
“Ah o amor... que nasce não sei onde, vem não sei como, e dói não sei porquê.”
“Ah, o orgulho... o orgulho pesa, acalora. Enquanto designa honradez, manifesta também soberba e vanglória. Assim como a teimosia, que se expressa cismada e persistente. A dualidade humana se caracteriza por um sutil equilíbrio, e a menor das perturbações é capaz de reescrever até mesmo os ex-futuros grandes enredos da história.”
Source: Encontro: e outros contos
“Ah, o que eu sei, toda a gente o pode saber! Mas o meu coração só a mim pertence…”
Source: Os Sofrimentos do Jovem Werther
“aH of H: I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin.
Th: Give me your hand.
H of H: I'll stain you.
Th: I'll take it.”
Source: H of H Playbook
“Ah, optimism.” Maddox shook his head. “The second leading cause of death in Between.”
Source: Between
“Ah Padriac. I have often wondered if boys who have flaming red hair up top also have...yep.”
“Ah, Palinurus, you were too trustful of the calm sky and sea. So you will lie, a shroudless form, on an unknown strand.”
Source: The Aeneid
“Ah, passarinho-do-vento,
passarinho-do-moinho,
pombo-sem-pombo-correio,
só por ser teu alimento
enfeito a casa de milho,
forro de folhas por dentro”
“Ah, patriarchy, where men are from Mars, and women are from 'don't you worry your pretty little head about it.”
“Ah! Pauvre ami, comme il m'aimait!”
“Ah "persona", como não te usar e ser!”
Source: An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures
“Ah, piteous boy, Fortune came smiling; was it in jealousy that she then cruelly denied you to me”
Source: The Aeneid
“Ah, Princess," Dallben said, with a furrowed smile, "a crown is more discomfort than adornment. If you have learned that, you have already learned much.”
Source: The High King
“Ah ! que paraît salubre à tout être l’air qui n’a pas encore été respiré ! Bernard suit la grille du Luxembourg ; il descend la rue Bonaparte, gagne les quais, traverse la Seine. Il songe à sa nouvelle règle de vie, dont il a trouvé depuis peu la formule : « Si tu ne fais pas cela, qui le fera ? Si tu ne le fais pas aussitôt, quand sera-ce ? » – Il songe : « De grandes choses à faire » ; il lui semble qu’il va vers elles. « De grandes choses », se répète-t-il en marchant.”
Source: The Counterfeiters
“Ah ! quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril : l'enfer, c'est les Autres.”
Source: No Exit
“Ah reckon we can git us some rest'rant vittles," Pa said, and led her along the pier toward the Barkley Cove Diner. Kya had never eaten restaurant food; had never set food inside. Her heart thumped as she brushed dried mud from her way-too-short overalls and patted down her tangled hair. As Pa opened the door, every customer paused mid-bite. A few men nodded faintly at Pa; the women frowned and turned their heads. One snorted, "Well, they prob'ly can't read the shirt and shoes required."
Pa motioned for her to sit at a small table overlooking the wharf. She couldn’t read the menu, but he told her most of it, and she ordered fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, white acre peas, and biscuits fluffy as fresh-picked cotton. He had fried shrimp, cheese grits, fried “okree,” and fried green tomatoes. The waitress put a whole dish of butter pats perched on ice cubes and a basket of cornbread and biscuits on their table, and all the sweet iced tea they could drink. Then they had blackberry cobbler with ice cream for dessert.”
Source: Where the Crawdads Sing