M Quotes
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“Margot’s off shopping for new boots with her friend Casey, Daddy’s at work, and Kitty and I are lazing about watching TV when my phone buzzes next to me. It’s a text from Peter. "Movie tonight?" I text back
yes, exclamation point. Then I delete the exclamation point for sounding too eager. Though without the exclamation point, the yes seems completely unenthused. I settle on a smiley face and press send before I can
obsess over it further.”
Source: To All the Boys I've Loved Before
“Margot Shears says to Paddy - on lawyers crossing the line: "You really think I would believe you did those things in furtherance of your duty to your client? Paddy, Paddy, Paddy. Shame on you. Nobody sins for somebody else.”
Source: The Best People: A Tale of Trials and Errors
“Margot studied the rim of her cup. “I think you want safety for her more than for yourself.” “I want choices,” Jane said.”
Source: Stolen
“Margot thought: oh, no. But the thought of what it would take to stop what she had set in motion was overwhelming; it would require an amount of tact and gentleness that she felt was impossible to summon. It wasn't that she was scared he would try to force her to do something against her will but that insisting they stop now, after everything she'd done to push this forward, would make her seem spoiled and capricious, as if she'd ordered something at a restaurant and then, once the food arrived, had changed her mind and sent it back.”
Source: You Know You Want This: Cat Person and Other Stories
“Margret,” he said, “you are my child. I forgave you all your sins on the first day of your life.”
Source: The Priory of the Orange Tree
“MARGRETHE
[...]
Glaubst du an Gott?
FAUST
Mein Liebchen, wer darf sagen:
Ich glaub' an Gott?
Magst Priester oder Weise fragen,
Und ihre Antwort scheint nur Spott
Über den Frager zu sein.
MARGRETHE
So glaubst du nicht?
FAUST
Mißhör' mich nicht, du holdes Angesicht!
Wer darf ihn nennen?
Und wer bekennen:
Ich glaub' ihn?
Wer empfinden
Und sich unterwinden
Zu sagen: Ich glaub' ihn nicht?
Der Allumfasser,
Der Allerhalter,
Fasst und erhält er nicht
Dich, mich, sich selbst?
Wölbt sich der Himmel nicht da droben?
Liegt die Erde nicht hierunten fest?
Und steigen freundlich blickend
Ewige Sterne nicht herauf?
Schau' ich nicht Aug' in Auge dir,
Und drängt nicht alles
Nach Haupt und Herzen dir,
Und webt in ewigem Geheimnis
Unsichtbar sichtbar neben dir?
Erfüll' davon dein Herz, so groß es ist,
Und wenn du ganz in dem Gefühle selig bist,
Nenn' es dann, wie du willst,
Nenn's Glück! Herz! Liebe! Gott!
Ich habe keinen Namen
Dafür! Gefühl ist alles;
Name ist Schall und Rauch,
Umnebelnd Himmelsglut.
MARGRETHE
Das ist alles recht schön und gut;
Ungefähr sagt das der Pfarrer auch,
Nur mit ein bisschen andern Worten.
FAUST
Es sagen's aller Orten
Alle Herzen unter dem himmlischen Tage,
Jedes in seiner Sprache;
Warum nicht ich in der meinen?”
Source: Faust, Erster Teil
“Margrethe Mather, a photographer from Los Angeles, came to his studio in Glendale, California called Tropico, where Weston asked her to be his studio assistant. It didn’t take long before the two developed a passionate, lustful, relationship. Both Weston and Mather became active in the growing bohemian cultural scene in the greater Los Angeles area. She was extremely outgoing and artistic in a most flamboyant way. Her bohemian sexual values were new to Weston’s conventional thinking, but Mather excited him and presented him with a new outlook that he found enticing. Mather was beautiful, and being bisexual and having been a high-class prostitute, was delightfully worldly. Mather's uninhibited lifestyle became irresistible to Weston and her photography took him into a new and exciting art form. As Mather worked and overtly played with him, she presented a lifestyle that was in stark contrast to Weston’s conventional home life, and he soon came to see his wife Flora as a person with whom he had little in common.”
“Marguerite had compiled a list of places she wanted to visit- this fromagerie in the sixth, this chocolatier, this home-goods store for hand-loomed linens, this wine shop, this purveyor of fennel-studded salami, which they ate on slender ficelles, this butcher for roasted bleu de Bresse.”
Source: The Love Season
“Marham mazhab nahi dekhta.”
“Marham na mazhab dekhe,
marham na dekhe mulk,
la medicina no ve la fe,
my existence is the proof.”
Source: Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot
“Mari berkenalan...
Aku adalah aku yang tak bernama
Aku bisa jadi teman mu, tak kunjung akrab karena kau tak tahu namaku,
Aku bisa jadi presiden
kalian tak akan mendemo ku, karena kalian tak tahu namaku,
Aku bisa jadi pelacur para bourjois, tapi tak ada yg memakai ku, karena kalian tak tahu namaku,
Aku ada di kaum bolshevik, mengangkat senjata, menembaki rahim ibu kalian...
Bungkam kalian tanpa membalas, karena tak tahu namaku,
Aku memang seperti itu ...
Tak bernama,,,
Tak bernama,,,
Tak bernyawa,,,
Tak bernama,,, Aku bisa jadi bos properti perumahan, nanti kalian ku usir hingga memelas mencari namaku,,,
Aku bisa menjadi ojek, lalu ku tabrak adikmu yang bersekolah itu,,,
Aku mampu duduk sejajar,dengan ayah mu di kursi DPR. menggorok leher nya saat pulas tertidur,
Menjadi supertor bola pun tak terhitung, mengutuk hakim garis karena tak mahir bercinta,
Tak ada yang menuntutku, palu hakim tak berbunyi di hadapanku, mereka tak tahu namaku,
Gadis cantik berkulit putih itu pun esok menjanda setelah ku beri anak ku pergi,
Akan ku buat ktp dengan mngosongkan kolom nama,
maklumi saja karena aku tak suka kau tahu dan sebut namaku”
“Mari endapkan yg sdh kita kerjakan seminggu kmrn. Ramu dg kebahagiaan kumpul keluarga. Semoga kita jadi umat-Nya yg lebih baik”
“Mari hörte nicht so genau zu, ein abenteuerlicher Gedanke begann Form anzunehmen: die Möglichkeit eines ganz eigenen Alleinseins in Frieden und Erwartung, fast eine Art Jux, den man sich erlauben kann, wenn man mit Liebe gesegnet ist.”
Source: Fair Play
“Mari—
Interglactic beings have watched Earth envelop itself in darkness for millennia. But in every shroud of darkness, there are small beings such as yourself who, when dealt a cruel hand by fate, still carry the strength to smile.
Your smile breaks through the dark. Your pain is where the light enters you. And your kindness is a guiding light for others.
And that holds a power that even we fear.
Small being, no matter what happens, never let that power go.”
Source: I Hope You Get This Message
“Mari kita ekspresikan kebebasan disertai akhlak yang bertanggung jawab”
“Mari kita mengambil langkah untuk sedikit berjeda. Karena kamu tahu, kerinduan adalah konspirasi antara waktu dan jarak.”
Source: Pada Suatu Hari yang Biasa
“Mari kita permudah, Aku mendekatimu karna mungkin kau berhak kumiliki. Jika tidak, pergilah! Aku tidak mau berumit dengan kisah kasih yang pahit. Aku tidak minta banyak, jika kau memang mau mendekat, Dekatlah! Akan ku bisikan keseriusan. Buanglah Rasamu bahwa aku akan menyakitimu, jika kau tak yakin! Jangan berikan harapan. Dalam Cinta aku juga ingin menang.”
“Mari kita sadari pentingnya kesetiakawanan sosial, agar lingkungan kita tetap rukun dan saling peduli.”
“Mari kita semakin bersatu, melangkah bersama & bekerja keras utk bangun negeri ini ke arah yg lebih baik berdasarkan Pancasila”
“Mari kita tidak membahas perihal sempurna,
karena sempurna bisa relatif bagi sesiapa.
Mari membahas perihal ketidaksempurnaan,
dengan kata yang tidak menghina,
agar semua terasa sama;
agar semua terasa setara.”
“Mari leaned over the edge of the boat, softly exclaiming. “Dolphins,” she said. “Three of them.” She reached her hand into the water, letting one of them gently touch the tip of its snout to her fingers. The water around them began to shimmer, sparkling orange and pink. Sunrays, Holmes reasoned, though he couldn’t remember ever seeing the ocean glimmer like this.”
Source: The Amalfi Curse
“Mari [Mary Magdalene] possessed a remarkably coherent understanding of what following The Way [Rahasya] meant. She believed that this spiritual philosophy taught that the world represented Man's mystic school from whence each person ultimately graduated by reaching the Enlightened State. Therefore, according to this spiritual discipline, human suffering is very subjective and manifested itself according to every person's personal karma or attitude to life. This meant that every life a person experienced imparted a certain number of spiritual lessons that may not have been experienced before in other lives. Ultimately, every experience could be relived and bring about spiritual growth, assisting the individual to move continually closer to the Enlightened State.”
Source: The Secret Gospel of Jesus, AD 0-78
“Mari remembered what she had read in the young girl's eyes the moment she had come into the refectory: fear. Fear. Veronika might feel insecurity, shyness, shame, constraint, but why fear? That was only justifiable when confronted by a real threat: ferocious animals, armed attackers, earthquakes, but not a group of people gathered together in a refectory. But human beings are like that,' she thought. 'We've replaced nearly all our emotions with fear.”
“Mari says, "I'm not blaming her for anything. It's true at the time I thought my mother was spoiling her, but I dont care about that now. All I'm trying to say is that we've got this...”
“Mari syukuri semua yang kita miliki. Dengan bersyukur, kita senantiasa optimis untuk menjadi bangsa yang maju dan unggul.”
“Mari tingkatkan terus sikap tenggang rasa, saling memberi & menerima, serta saling berbagi & menyayangi”
“Mari was hardly listening. A daring thought was taking shape in her mind. She began to anticipate a solitude of her own, peaceful and full of possibility. She felt something close to exhilaration, of a kind that people can permit themselves when they are blessed with love.”
Source: Fair Play
“Maria Bouroncle takes us deep into a story of real-life murder to show us the humanity – even love – behind the crime. A riveting read – haunting, atmospheric, and ultimately, heart-breaking.”
“Maria Canals-Barrera is Cuban and from Miami and I'm part Cuban and from Miami, so needless to say she became a quick friend.”
“Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.”
Source: The Lost Crown
“Maria Edgeworth grumbled against vandals who ruined immortal works by quoting the life out of them. "How far our literature may in future suffer from these blighting swarms, will best be conceived by a glance at what they have already withered and blasted of the favourite productions of our most popular poets." Shakespeare, Milton, and Dryden, scissored, patched, and frayed.”
Source: Quotology
“Maria knelt down on the boat, removed his jacket, and pulled down his suspenders. When she unbuttoned his fly Carsten said, "I would like to point out that I am, if I may say so, a classic sexual neurotic." (p.356)”
Source: The History of Danish Dreams
“Maria legte die Stirn in Falten. Sie schien besorgt. „Das war Lucano Malone. Er gehört zum Leopardenrudel und ist der Sohn des Alphatiers.”
Source: Dark Hope - Verbindung des Schicksals
“Maria, lonely prostitute on a street of pain,
You, at least, hail me and speak to me
While a thousand others ignore my face.
You offer me an hour of love,
And your fees are not as costly as most.
You are the madonna of the lonely,
The first-born daughter in a world of pain.
You do not turn fat men aside,
Or trample on the stuttering, shy ones,
You are the meadow where desperate men
Can find a moment's comfort.
Men have paid more to their wives
To know a bit of peace
And could not walk away without the guilt
That masquerades as love.
You do not bind them, lovely Maria, you comfort them
And bid them return.
Your body is more Christian than the Bishop's
Whose gloved hand cannot feel the dropping of my blood.
Your passion is as genuine as most,
Your caring as real!
But you, Maria, sacred whore on the endless pavement of pain,
You, whose virginity each man may make his own
Without paying ought but your fee,
You who know nothing of virgin births and immaculate conceptions,
You who touch man's flesh and caress a stranger,
Who warm his bed to bring his aching skin alive,
You make more sense than stock markets and football games
Where sad men beg for virility.
You offer yourself for a fee--and who offers himself for less?
At times you are cruel and demanding--harsh and insensitive,
At times you are shrewd and deceptive--grasping and hollow.
The wonder is that at times you are gentle and concerned,
Warm and loving.
You deserve more respect than nuns who hide their sex for eternal love;
Your fees are not so high, nor your prejudice so virtuous.
You deserve more laurels than the self-pitying mother of many children,
And your fee is not as costly as most.
Man comes to you when his bed is filled with brass and emptiness,
When liquor has dulled his sense enough
To know his need of you.
He will come in fantasy and despair, Maria,
And leave without apologies.
He will come in loneliness--and perhaps
Leave in loneliness as well.
But you give him more than soldiers who win medals and pensions,
More than priests who offer absolution
And sweet-smelling ritual,
More than friends who anticipate his death
Or challenge his life,
And your fee is not as costly as most.
You admit that your love is for a fee,
Few women can be as honest.
There are monuments to statesmen who gave nothing to anyone
Except their hungry ego,
Monuments to mothers who turned their children
Into starving, anxious bodies,
Monuments to Lady Liberty who makes poor men prisoners.
I would erect a monument for you--
who give more than most--
And for a meager fee.
Among the lonely, you are perhaps the loneliest of all,
You come so close to love
But it eludes you
While proper women march to church and fantasize
In the silence of their rooms,
While lonely women take their husbands' arms
To hold them on life's surface,
While chattering women fill their closets with clothes and
Their lips with lies,
You offer love for a fee--which is not as costly as most--
And remain a lonely prostitute on a street of pain.
You are not immoral, little Maria, only tired and afraid,
But you are not as hollow as the police who pursue you,
The politicians who jail you, the pharisees who scorn you.
You give what you promise--take your paltry fee--and
Wander on the endless, aching pavements of pain.
You know more of universal love than the nations who thrive on war,
More than the churches whose dogmas are private vendettas made sacred,
More than the tall buildings and sprawling factories
Where men wear chains.
You are a lonely prostitute who speaks to me as I pass,
And I smile at you because I am a lonely man.”
Source: There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves
“Maria looked at the TARDIS... 'Is that really your carriage?' She asked. 'It is not very good, monsieur. It has no wheels.'
'It doesn't need them,' laughed Amy. 'It's an English carriage. They don't have wheels.
'Does Monsieur Rory push it?'
'When necessary,' laughed Amy.”
Source: Doctor Who: Dead of Winter
“Maria queria tanto dizer ao filho que o pai havia mandado um abraço, um beijo, um carinho.”
Source: Olhos d'água
“Maria raised herself with difficulty. "Hush. I'm getting up. See?" She sat perched on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. "And you will have my porridge thus morning. If you share it with Emil.”
“Maria's blushes were brought on by shame at the laughter she knew Leonard would misunderstand. For hers was the laughter of nervous relief. She had been suddenly absolved from the pressures and rituals of seduction. She would not have to adopt a conventional role and be judged in it, and she would not be measured against other women. Her fear of being physically abused had receded. She would not be obliged to do anything she did not want. She was free, they both were free, to invent their own terms. They could be partners in invention. And she really had discovered for herself this shy Englishman with the steady gaze and the long lashes, she had him first, she would have him all to herself. These thoughts she formulated later in solitude. At the time they erupted in the single hoot of relief and hilarity which she had suppressed to a yelp.”
Source: The Innocent
“Maria said, “Penmanship is no laughing matter, Miss Field.”
Source: The Whale: A Love Story
“Maria Sharapova is her own empire. She herself personally makes more in revenue than the entire WTA tour.”
“Maria?... She's been writing all this down? Oh, bless her...' He leafed on through the pile. 'Although that's not how that happened... and no, she's wrong, bowties are cool.”
Source: Doctor Who: Dead of Winter
“Maria Shriver is credited with helping Arnold win by standing by him despite allegations of groping. She had to stand by him cause Arnold had a vice grip on her left ass cheek.”
“Maria was frightened. “Say nothing to anybody,” she told Catalina, “not even to Uncle Domingo. I will talk to him after supper and he will decide what had better be done. Now in heaven’s name clean the carrots or we shall have no soup to eat.” Catalina was not satisfied with this, but her mother bade her be quiet and do as she was told. Presently Domingo came in. He was not drunk, but neither was he sober, and he was in high spirits. He was a man who liked to hear himself talk and, while they had supper, for Catalina’s benefit he held forth loquaciously on the events of the day.”
Source: Catalina
“Maria was married on Saturday. In all important preparations of mind she was complete, being prepared for matrimony by a hatred of home, by the misery of disappointed affection, and contempt of the man she was to marry. The bride was elegantly dressed and the two bridesmaids were duly inferior. Her mother stood with salts, expecting to be agitated, and her aunt tried to cry. Marriage is indeed a maneuvering business.”
Source: Mansfield Park
“Maria was waiting for the bus. Her body is cramped, like from the workday before and the workday tomorrow. Today during her shift, she stared so long at a toilet she cleaned that when she flushed it down with bleach, an irrecoverable part of her went with it. She shivers.”
Source: The Goodbye Song
“Maria winks at me, takes a mouthful of stuffing, and rolls her eyes in ecstasy. The next forty minutes are a festival of soul eating. I know many immigrant families incorporate their traditional dishes into the Thanksgiving feast, but not my folks. Our menu is Norman Rockwell on crack. Turkey with gravy. Homemade cranberry relish and the jellied stuff from the can. Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes with marshmallows, green bean casserole. Cornbread stuffing and buttery yeast rolls. The only nods to our heritage are mustard-seed pickled carrots and dill-cucumber salad, to have something cool and palate-cleansing on the plate. A crazy layered Jello-O dish, with six different colors in thin stripes, looking like vintage Bakelite.
Jeff and the girls show up just in time for desserts... apple pie, pumpkin pie, pecan bars, cheesecake brownies, and Maria's flan.”
Source: Off the Menu
“Mariah and Whitney Houston were my goddesses growing up.”
“Mariah Carey is kinda scary.”
“Mariah Carey is my favorite singer because her voice sounds utterly groundless. It's not even a human voice; it almost sounds mechanical.”
“Mariam lay on the couch, hands tucked between her knees, watched the whirlpool of snow twisting and spinning outside the window. She remembered Nana saying once that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below. As a reminder of how people like us suffer, she'd said. How quietly we endure all that falls upon us.”
Source: The Complete Khaled Hosseini: Digital box set