K Quotes
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“Kiphi is the decentralized security backbone for a whole species. It is designed so it cannot be taken over. Even we do not control it. Like Bitcoin, once launched, even Satoshi could not control it.”
Source: Primer for Alien Contact
“Kiphi is the revolution. Kiphi is the rebellion. We are the resistance.”
Source: Primer for Alien Contact
“Kipimo cha hofu ya Mungu ni kumjua!”
“Kipling said that Success and Failure are both imposters, and we should all listen to Kipling, if only because none of us are likely to know anybody else named Rudyard. But having been bitten in my life by the jaws of both victory and defeat, I must rush to add that success is to failure as butter pecan ice cream is to death.”
“Kipling, the grandson of a Methodist preacher, reveals the tin-pot evangelist with increasing clarity as youth and its ribaldries pass away and he falls back upon his fundamentals.”
Source: A book of prefaces
“Kipling: Where's your sense of humor? Rebis: We're working on reconstructing it.”
“Kipo kitu kinaendelea kufanyika katika siku zetu za furaha na katika siku zetu za huzuni kwa kila mmojawetu hapa duniani bila ya upendeleo wowote. Kitu hicho ni kuingia na kutoka kwa pumzi, au kupumua. Ukiithamini pumzi inayoingia na kutoka ndani ya mwili wako utapata zawadi ya amani katika maisha yako. Utapata pia zawadi ya furaha, uelewa na ufasaha! Ijapokuwa una matatizo mengi katika maisha, kitu bora cha kufanya ni kushukuru Mungu kwa maana wewe ni mzima.”
“Kippers : fish that like a lot of sleep.”
“Kira closed her eyes, thought, and said them aloud. "Madder for red. Bedstraw for red too, just the roots. Tops of tansy for yellow, and greenwood for yellow too. And yarrow: yellow and gold. Dark hollyhocks, just the petals, for mauve...."
"Broom sedge," she added, still remembering. "Goldy yellows and browns. And Saint Johnswort for browns too, but it'll stain my hands.
"And bronze fennel--leaves and flowers; use them fresh--and you can eat it too. Chamomile for tea and for green hues.”
Source: Gathering Blue
“Kira is childish and hates to lose. I am also childish and hate to lose. - L”
Source: Death Note Box Set
“Kira is childish and hates to lose. I am also childish and hate to lose.”
“Kira is evil ... There's no denying that ... But lately I've been starting to think of it more like this ... The real evil is the power to kill people. Someone who finds himself with that power is cursed. No matter how you use it, anything obtained by killing people can never bring true happiness.”
“Kira is our god,
That's who does in this world justice,
It's not KARMA!”
Source: The Diary 2
“Kira: L, do you know
Gods of death
love apples?
L: Damn you, Kira...”
Source: Death Note, Vol. 2: Confluence
“Kira looks at the document, sees the name of the firm representing the other party. And starts to laugh. Her colleague applied for a job there once, and didn’t get it.
“Okay, but the fact that you want to win this particular case . . . that wouldn’t be because you just happen to hate this particular firm . . . ?” Kira mutters.
Her colleague grabs her over the desk, her eyes flashing:
“No, I don’t just want to win, Kira. I want to crush them! I want to give them an existential crisis. I want them to walk out of the negotiation room and think that they might like to move to the coast and renovate an old school and open a bed-and-breakfast. I want to hurt those bastards so badly that they start meditating and trying to FIND THEMSELVES! They’ll turn vegetarian and be wearing socks with sandals by the time I’m finished with them!”
Kira sighs and laughs.
“Okay, okay, okay . . . give me the rest of the file and let’s take a look . . .”
“Socks with SANDALS, Kira! I want them to start growing their own tomatoes! I want to ruin their self-confidence until they stop being lawyers and try to be HAPPY and shit like that instead! Okay?”
Kira promises. They close the door. They’re going to win. They always do.”
Source: Beartown
“Kira, this is dangerous.”
“I know.” I look up at him. “So give me a kiss for luck, and make it a really good one.”
He makes a strangled noise in his throat. “I don’t want to kiss you right now. I want to throttle you for being foolish.”
Source: Barbarian Lover
“Kira, the highest thing in man is not his god. It's that in him which knows the reverence due a god. And you, Kira, are my highest reverence.”
Source: We the Living
“Kira: "Why did Sei choose death? Was it simply to end his pain? Or...No matter what shape he was in or how crazy it was...maybe he wanted to live on forever in Rei.”
“Kiran says (the shelf) is full of stories. If it is, then I like fairy stories. Fairy stories are fair. In them wishes are granted, words are enchanted, the honest and brave make it safely through to the last page and the baddies either have to give up their wickedness for ever and ever, no going back, or get ruthlessly written out of the story, which they hardly ever survive. Also in fairy stories there are hardly any of those half-good half-bad people that crop up so constantly in real life and are so difficult to believe in.”
“Kiran was dying, but he could no longer tell whether it was from the blood staining the stone red; he could no longer tell whether this death had been pulled from his body long before the knife had ever met his skin. The anger had taken that knowledge from him, had blurred the lines between gold and red. His mouth tasted of blood and ash.”
Source: The Heartless Divine
“Kiran, women's wars are always treacherous.”
Source: Kiran: The Warrior's Daughter
“Kirby played every day. You feed off of that. When you think of Kirby, you think of motivation. Im definitely going to dedicate this year to him.”
“Kirigin cleared his throat. "It's of no matter to me. I just wondered if I should have that cordial she likes waiting. Is Commander Nazalensky well? "
"Pretty as a picture and brimming with spite."
"She is lovely, isn't she?" said Kirigin dreamily....”
Source: King of Scars
“Kirillov remained silent.
'You know what, in my opinion, your belief is even stronger than a priest's.'
In whom? In Him? Listen.' Kirillov stopped pacing, and stared straight before him with a fixed and ecstatic look. 'Listen to a great idea. There was a certain day on earth, and in the centre of the earth stood three crosses. One man on a cross believed to such an extent that he said to another: "Today you will be with me in paradise." The day ended, both died, they went and they found nothing - neither paradise nor resurrection. What had been said proved unjustified. Listen: this man was the highest on the entire earth, he comprised that which allowed it to live. The entire planet, with everything on it, is nothing but madness without that man. There has never been one like Him, either before or after, even by virtue of a miracle. The miracle is that there never has been nor will there be another such man, ever. And if that's so, if the laws of nature didn't spare even This One, didn't even spare his miracle, but compelled even Him to live amidst a lie and to die for a lie, then it follows that the entire planet is a lie and rests on a lie and on a stupid joke. It follows that the very laws of the planet are a lie and a farce put on by the Devil. What's there to live for, answer me, if you are a man?”
Source: Demons
“Kirk Cameron and Ray Comfort have created a biblically sound course that will not only motivate Christians; it will equip them to fulfill the Great Commission.”
“Kirk Cameron pulls no punches in his exploration of mankind's greatest dilemma. Unstoppable is a captivating, raw, and candid journey that gracefully delivers hope and poignant truth every step of the way. It's a masterful and timely production!”
“Kirk Cousins has played much better at the quarterback position than Robert Griffin III has.”
“Kirk Cousins is the future of the Washington Redskins.”
“Kirk: How close will we come to the nearest Klingon outpost if we continue on our present course?
Chekov: Vun parsec, sir. Close enough to smell them.
Spock: That is illogical, ensign. Odors cannot travel through the vacuum of space.
Chekov: I vas making a little joke, sir.
Spock: Extremely little, ensign.”
Source: The Trouble with Tribbles
“Kirk...” said Kevin, finally letting go of his knees. “...I don’t think your precious friend is home right now.” Kevin drew his sword and swung it in preparation.
“We’re not going to kill them,” I said. “They’re cursed.”
“So are you,” Kevin rolled his eyes. “Yet you still seem to be in control of yourself... so far, anyway.”
Source: Fugitives Of Destiny
“Kirkcudbright is attractive for its beautiful woods and flowers, but there is another beauty - that of its old world buildings and closes rapidly being destroyed. It seems a pity that the charms of the outsides of these buildings cannot be maintained with the interiors remodelled to satisfy the demand of modern ideas. Perhaps it is only the hand of the artist that can save for the future the beauty in danger of being demolished, and it lies with the fraternity to see that the romance of this old world town set in her historic stones does not become entirely a thing of the past.”
Source: Kirkcudbright, a Royal Burgh
“Kirkus (starred review): A lucid, expertly researched biography of the brilliant Nikola Tesla. (Readers) will absolutely enjoy (Munson’s) sympathetic, insightful portrait.
Booklist: Celebratory, comprehensive profile. ….A well-written, insightful addition to the legacy of this still-underappreciated visionary genius.
Library Journal: Entrepreneurs, inventors, engineers, and futurists will find this biography inspiring.
Gretchen Bakke (author of "The Grid"): Munson has provided us with an intimate tapestry of Tesla's life, personality, and inventions. Filled with quotes, and clearly researched with great care, Munson brings Tesla to life, not as a superhero but as a man—both ordinary and extraordinary. What surprised me, and proved to be one of the great pleasures of the book was to realize how much Tesla’s story is an immigrant story.
Anne Pramaggiore (CEO of Commonwealth Edison): Tesla is an exactingly-researched history and wonderfully crafted tale of one of the most important and fascinating visionaries of the technological age. This book’s teachings have never been more relevant than in today’s world of digital transformation.”
Source: Tesla: Inventor of the Modern
“Kirli sepetinden farksız zihni, çeşit çeşit düşüncelerle doluydu.”
Source: Yalnızlaşan İnsan
“Kirpal's left hand swoops down and catches the dropped fork an inch from the floor and gently passes it into the fingers of his daughter, a wrinkle at the edge of his eyes behind his spectacles.”
Source: The English Patient: A Novel
“Kirshna says its better to be a winner than a loser. It runs counter to what a lot of people whould think, because they have watered down, quasi-religious ideas about that which creates in enlightenment.”
“Kirshna's message is eternal - fight!”
“Kirstie [Alley] saved me, in a way. [At the time], I had a terrible marriage, and I stayed at her house. She was wonderful - just a kind, big-hearted, filthy girl. Somehow she could be vulgar without being vulgar.”
“Kirsty didn’t know why Rachel wanted her to drop the end of the yarn ball, but she trusted her best friend”
Source: Elodie the Lamb Fairy
“Kirsty felt unsure, too. But then she remembered that her best friend always made her feel stronger. She took Rachel's hand, and a little bit of confidence flickered inside her”
Source: Evelyn the Mermicorn Fairy: Special
“Kirsty thought that no one could help loving Niamh’s warm smile”
Source: Niamh the Invitation Fairy: The Birthday Party Fairies Book 1
“Kirtan is spiritually uplifting! It spreads its beautiful, peaceful vibrations and uplifts the soul!”
“Kirurgjia është e rëndë.”
“Kirusi cha SARS-CoV-2 kina akili zaidi kuliko binadamu; kwani kinajua sehemu salama ya chenyewe kuishi ni ndani ya seli ya binadamu ambapo kitajificha na kujichanganya na mfumo wa seli, kiasi cha sayansi yote ya kibinadamu kushindwa kukiua bila kwanza kuua seli nzima! Lakini binadamu ni hatari zaidi kuliko kirusi cha SARS-CoV-2, kwa sababu binadamu huyohuyo ameshindwa kumwamini Mungu japo anamjua.”
“Kis ki khatir main jalaunga diya is dil ka,
kaun aayega mere siine ki viiraani mein.”
“KISAH KAKTUS DARI 6 TARIKAN NAPAS
1. Kidung Duri yang Direbus Matahari (Historical—Politics)
Kaktus tumbuh dari bara,
dari dada bumi yang retak oleh lapar
dan dahaga yang diseret angin.
Ia berdiri seperti—lelaki hijau—
menyimpan segenggam air
seperti seorang ibu menyimpan roti
untuk anak satu-satunya.
Duri-durinya mengingatkan aku
pada teriakan pedagang garam,
pada nyanyian buruh nelayan
yang patah di bawah peluit penguasa.
Kaktus, tubuh kecil yang keras,
yang tetap hidup
ketika cinta laki-laki
diseret banjir sejarah.
Ia menyimpan matahari
begitu lama
hingga panasnya menjadi bahasa,
dan aku membaca padanya
sebuah puisi yang tak menginginkan
apa pun
selain bertahan dari luka,
bertahan dengan cara
paling indah.
2. Kesunyian Sukubus Hijau
(Dialectical—Paradox)
Di tengah gurun yang gemetar,
kaktus memanggul diam.
Di dalam diam itu
mengalir jam pasir yang balik,
menghapus langkah-langkah
yang belum sempat kita buat.
Duri adalah kata
yang menahan napasnya sendiri.
Luka yang ingin menjadi bahasa,
bahasa yang ingin menjadi tubuh.
Aku mendekat,
dan waktu runtuh
seperti bayangan tanpa raga.
Kaktus membuka ruang—
ruang yang menatapku kembali:
sebuah mata tak bernama
yang mengingatkan
bahwa seluruh rasa sakit
berasal dari ketidaksabaran
untuk menjadi abadi.
Dan di sana
aku melihat wajahku
yang tidak hidup,
tidak mati,
hanya bergerak
seperti pasir dihisap rembulan.
3. Opera Duri Hitam
(Hallucinatory—Symbolism)
Aku melihatnya:
sebuah menara hijau yang terbakar
di padang pasir violet,
tempat angin berteriak
dengan lidah logam.
Kaktus itu bangkit
dari mimpi setan mabuk,
mengibar seperti bendera
yang pernah dicium matahari hitam.
Duri-durinya melesat—
meteor kecil
yang menyanyikan napalm.
Aku mendengar gelaknya,
gelak anak yatim
yang menelan badai.
Dan ketika bayanganku
mencoba pulang,
kaktus itu menelannya,
membuatku tercerai
menjadi warna-warna
yang tidak dikenal bunga mana pun.
Aku pun berjalan
tanpa tubuh,
mengikuti kaktus
seperti nabi gila
yang kehilangan kitabnya
di bawah jam yang menembak
dengan peluru cahaya.”
“KISAH KAKTUS DARI 6 TARIKAN NAPAS
4. Cahaya Duri
(Surreal—Minimalism)
Di gurun yang tak berkepala,
sebuah kaktus berdiri.
Sebutlah ia
yang kembali
tanpa pulang.
Padanya,
duri menahan angka—
angka yang gugur
sebelum sempat dikubur.
Air yang disimpan batangnya
adalah nama
yang tidak diucap.
Nama yang mengalir
melalui kebisuan
yang memotong udara
tanpa pisau.
Setiap malam,
kaktus itu menumbuhkan
bayangan baru:
lebih pendek,
lebih hening,
seperti doa
yang kehilangan pemiliknya.
Aku menyentuhnya.
Ia tidak berdarah.
Aku yang berdarah.
5. Pemakan Duri
(Psychic—Introspection)
Kaktus ini—
aku kenal jenisnya.
Tubuh yang tinggal menunggu
siapa yang lebih dulu
menusuk siapa.
Aku melihat diriku
dalam tiap duri:
anak perempuanku yang gemetar
di sudut kamar
ketika jam berdetak
seperti gigi ayahku.
Kaktus memakan matahari
dan kembali dengan
wajah lebih pucat.
Aku memakan durinya
di dalam mimpi,
membiarkan sakitnya
menjadi mahkota kecil
yang kuberi nama
ketabahan.
Dalam batang hijau itu
ada ruang
untuk seluruh tangisku
yang tak pernah keluar.
Maka biarlah ia hidup:
satu-satunya tanaman
yang mengerti
bagaimana luka bisa
menjadi pekerjaan harian.
6. Romansa Kaktus Malam (Tragic—Magic)
Bulan berkibar
di atas gurun Andalusia.
Di sana kaktus bernyanyi—
suara yang dicuri
dari tenggorokan seorang gitano
yang mati muda.
Duri-durinya menari
seperti penari flamenco
tanpa kaki.
Angin membawa
napas hitam
dari kampung-kampung
yang dibakar takdir.
Kaktus memanggilku,
dan aku datang
membawa biola patah
yang masih mengingat
lagu masa kecilku.
Kami menyanyi bersama—
lagu hijau,
lagu sedih,
lagu yang bila kau dengar
akan membuat langit
turun setinggi bahu anak kecil.
Di akhir malam,
kaktus itu mati.
Tetapi suaranya
tinggal di aku,
seperti duende
yang tak mau pergi
dari dada penyair.
Desember 2025”
“KISAH KAKTUS — MANTRA SUNYI KALPATARU
I. Liturgi Tubuh: “Pondok yang Tak Mengenali"
(Liturgi tentang raga yang belum mengenal rasa)
0.
Ketika yang ada belum bernama.
Apa yang tumbuh tidak mesti hidup.
1.
Di gubuk kecil yang tanpa bentuk,
kaktus tumbuh sebagai penanda.
Bukan pohon. Bukan rasa.
Namun raga waktu yang tak terucap.
Ia membaca kotak.
Ia melafalkan segitiga.
Ia menandai tubuh manusia
sebagai sesuatu yang terlalu basah
untuk menampung sunyi.
2.
Ada sofa merah palungan jiwa,
bergetar sekilas,
diduduki bayang-bayang rembulan
yang kehilangan cahaya.
Sofa serupa altar terbalik.
Rembulan tertunduk,
tempat di mana rasa
menolak nama.
3.
Kaktus tak mengenal sedih.
Namun di setiap pagi,
serpihan hening menempel pada batangnya—
seperti suara yang tersesat
di tenggorokan angin gunung.
II. Glosa Waktu: “Waktu yang Runtuh dari Duri”
(Waktu yang beranak di dalam tubuh yang tidak menghendakinya)
4.
Kabut gelap tirtamaya merayap masuk tanpa salam.
Mencekik halaman sajak
bagaikan tangan gaib
yang tak menyukai cahaya.
5.
Nenek tua tiba,
menggenggam senja seperti lipatan takdir.
Dan ditancapkannya dengan jari tipisnya
di ketiak sang kaktus.
Tempat jam berbiak tanpa bunyi.
Tak ada darah.
Yang keluar hanya “wanci”—
waktu yang tak ingin menjadi hari.
6.
Mereka akan datang,
orang-orang itu.
Membawa tembuni, seruling, cangkang,
kaos kaki basah,
buku-buku tanpa bab,
pisau yang tidak bisa memotong.
Ditumpuk di sudut gubuk
seperti sesaji upacara
yang kehilangan rohnya.
7.
Esoknya,
waktu dipetik kembali
dari kulit keriput ketiak kaktus.
Waktu menjadi benda pecah—
kertas sobek,
suara mikrofon retak,
langit terbelah,
cahaya patah.
III. Sunyi & Cahaya Membunga: “Minum Cahaya Dari Gelas Retak”
(Sunyi yang menelan cahaya untuk mengetahui dirinya)
8.
Cahaya jatuh dari lubang genting.
Titen yang tak tampak asalnya.
Masuk ke pot keramik yang retak,
dan mengendap seperti getah suwung
di dasar gelas bening.
Kaktus mengingat:
pagi ketika rembulan dikunyah anjing.
Hujan gerimis.
Langit hitam-nila.
Dunia yang alpa dari wiridnya.
9.
Serupa ndadra
membuka rongga dada.
Kaktus meminum cahaya
dari gelas.
Tak ada suara.
Namun retakan perlahan
terjadi di jantungnya.
Maka dipahamilah kaktus,
bahwa rasa sakit bukan berasal dari daging.
Rasa sakit berasal dari sunyi
yang tak pernah memberi ruang.
IV. Mantra Ruin Kosmologis: “Duri yang Menghidupkan Jagad”
(Mantra suwung, liturgi patah, kosmologi Jawa)
10.
Inilah mantranya:
“Duri bukan duri.
Duri adalah sastra suksma, lintasan bintang
yang gagal kembali ke langit.”
Setiap duri memiliki orbit.
Setiap bayang menjadi lintasan.
Setiap sunyi berputar
tanpa pusat.
11.
Suatu malam,
kaktus menyala perlahan
seperti api beku.
Cahaya hijau kecil
berputar di dalam sumsum.
Tak seperti bintang.
Tak seperti api.
Namun seperti “sasmita”
yang tak ingin disaksikan.
12.
Dan kaktus mengerti:
yang disebut kepedihan
bukanlah perkara rasa.
Kepedihan adalah
makna yang gagal memiliki rumah.
Makna yang tak menjelma mata,
tak menjelma mulut,
tak menjelma tangan.
Makna yang hanya menjadi
kabut di antara kalimat.
13.
Pada saat ini,
gubuk tua itu menjadi candi sepi.
Gelap menyusun altar.
Waktu menungging bagai pelayan upacara.
Dan sunyi mengulum semua
tanpa meninggalkan nama.
EPILOG — LITANTRI SUWUNG (Mantra Penutup)
“Apa yang tumbuh
tidak mesti hidup.
Apa yang hidup
tidak mesti ingat.
Apa yang ingat
tidak mesti kembali.
Namun setiap duri mengerti:
waktu hanya mampir
menanti sunyi
mengucapkan namanya
sekali lagi.”
Desember 2025”
“Kishimoto, if I considered other people’s mediocre standards a sufficient metric by which to measure my own accomplishments, I’d never have amounted to anything.”
Source: Shadow Me
“Kisi ne Dhul kya jhonki Aankhon me,
Kambakhat Pahle se Behtar dikhne Lga....”
“Kismet
When I looked into your eyes,
I did not see stars,
Galaxies,
Or anything out of the blue.
I only saw the love, the passion
That any other person could have had,
But only I was lucky enough to.”
Source: Euphoria