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“Rae Chorze-Fwaz has preserved and passed on their secret meditation techniques in oral tradition from the time of Atlantis until he present day.”
“Rae!” I shove his shoulder. “You can’t do that! You can’t snoop about you through me!”“Why not? How else were you going to repay me for this favor?” The corner of his mouth tips up. “Plus, wouldn’t you ask her that?”“Oh. My. God! That’s not the point,” I scold, but after a moment ask, “What did she say?”
Source: The Divide
“Rae’s thoughts and hope
He preached, he prayed, in a place, in a congregation,
He possessed an extraordinary imagination,
A charm that mesmerised all, made him a believable preacher,
But after prayers, the preacher never returned and so did not the holy teacher,
Because what he appeared in these holy sessions was a false projection of him,
Behind his conscience and veil of charm was hidden an abominable world grim,
Like in all of us, he too was a host to a resident beast,
Who regularly on his fancies and endless wishes did feast,
He had resolved to taming the congregation and not the beast he was constantly feeding,
Within him, with a renewed virility, new forms of evil were breeding,
As the congregation left and he eased his hands held in prayer,
He frantically shook them to get rid of the evil layer,
That he recognised but never wanted to let go,
Maybe that is why the priest that stood here was forsaken by his priestly conscience long ago,
So after every prayer, the preacher never returned, just a man with the beast did,
And then behind the morbidity of thoughts and endless fantasies this man hid,
To feed the beast in million ways,
In those vacant hours of nights and endless days,
Because after the prayers the preacher never returned, only his beast affiliated part faced everyone,
As he fed himself on diabolic thoughts and vile imaginations of always someone, a new one,
And this is how the preacher lived until his last day,
He was still the same and he had decided not to change anyway,
And when Lucifer claimed his soul, he was confused too,
Because the beast in him was there so was the preacher too,
It was difficult to tell them apart,
And neither of them alone wanted to depart,
They had fused into one and Lucifer gave them a puzzled look,
Then he looked inside himself and he was completely shaken, and the ground under his feet shook,
The beast had already claimed his soul unaware that he is the God of Hell, the creator of all abomination,
So he cast the beast back into the preacher and now they live in this immortal curse of incarceration,
Where the preacher feels imprisoned by the beast and beast feels imprisoned by the preacher,
Because after knowing the soul of Lucifer the beast had become lot meaner,
Thus began the preacher’s never ending curse,
He does not die, although he longs for it and keeps staring at the hearse,
Because Lucifer did not want a greater God in his own kingdom,
Now preacher is the victim of his own knowledge of evil and his wretched wisdom,
The congregation is free, because they have learned to establish direct communion with the God,
And now they don’t have to deal with the preacher who always after prayers acted diabolically and in ways odd.”
Source: They Loved in 2075!
“Rae’s thoughts and hope
He preached, he prayed, in a place, in a congregation,
He possessed an extraordinary imagination,
A charm that mesmerised all, made him a believable preacher,
But after prayers, the preacher never returned and so did not the holy teacher,
Because what he appeared in these holy sessions was a false projection of him,
Behind his conscience and veil of charm was hidden an abominable world grim,
Like in all of us, he too was a host to a resident beast,
Who regularly on his fancies and endless wishes did feast,
He had resolved to taming the congregation than the beast he was regularly feeding,
Within him evil was constantly breeding,
As the congregation left and he eased his hands held in prayer,
He frantically shook them to get rid of the evil layer,
That he recognised but never wanted to let go,
Maybe that is why the priest that stood here was forsaken by his priestly conscience long ago,
So after every prayer, the preacher never returned, just a man with the beast did,
And then behind the morbidity of thoughts and endless fantasies this man hid,
To feed the beast in million ways,
In those vacant hours of nights and endless days,
Because after the prayers the preacher never returned, only his beast affiliated part faced everyone,
As he fed himself on diabolic thoughts and vile imaginations of always someone, a new one,
And this is how the preacher lived until his last day,
He was still the same and he had decided not to change anyway,
And when Lucifer claimed his soul, he was confused too,
Because the beast in him was there so was the preacher too,
It was difficult to tell them apart,
And neither of them alone wanted to depart,
They had fused into one and Lucifer gave them a puzzled look,
Then he looked inside himself and he was completely shaken, and the ground under his feet shook,
The beast had already claimed his soul unaware that he is the God of Hell, the creator of all abomination,
So he cast the beast back into the preacher and now they live in this immortal curse of incarceration,
Where the preacher feels imprisoned by the beast and beast feels imprisoned by the preacher,
Because after knowing the soul of Lucifer the beast had become lot meaner,
Thus began the preacher’s never ending curse,
He does not die, although he longs for it and keeps staring at the hearse,
Because Lucifer did not want a greater God in his own kingdom,
Now preacher is victim of his own knowledge of evil and his wretched wisdom,
The congregation is free, because they have learned to establish direct communion with the God,
And now they never deal with a preacher who always after prayers acted diabolically and in ways odd.”
Source: They Loved in 2075!
“Raeder, the political admiral, stealthily built up the German Navy in defiance of the Versailles Treaty, and then put it to use in a series of aggressions which he had taken a leading part in planning.”
“Raesha was of great wonder and irony; she did not need the Dark Guardian’s help to become like us. She became worse than us. I am certain that somehow the Guardian knew of this, and that was why he did not change her in the first place; why diminish something that was already so potentially dangerous; what is worse than someone being changed to darkness? Someone who on their own free will becomes darkness.”
Source: Mourning Grey: Part Three The Guardians Of The Temple Saga
“Raf inhaled the scent of cardamom-infused chicken, pickled beef, eggplant, and steaming saffron rice simmering on the stove. They tried to approximate the spices in Moonlight Bay to their tastes of home, but it was difficult to replicate some--- like lak, which turned meals into savory and sweet, or min, which gave food an extra thickening.”
Source: Forty Words for Love
“Rafa being 6-1 against Roger is not a source of pride for me. I'm happy that Rafa won the tournament, but I would have liked that Federer could have won the Grand Slam, because I think he's a phenomenal player. For me, he is the player I enjoy watching the most.”
“Rafael: „Kannst du auch reden, oder bist du nur zur Deko hier?”
Source: Glasgow RAIN: Küsse im Regen
“Rafael relaxed. "There's this dove that visits my house," he said. "She molts all the time, especially in late summer. I pick up the feathers on the ground and keep them. It's--" He stopped, considering himself, but went on. "Doves are among the only birds that produce milk for their young. So they're...they represent mothers”
Source: Gives Light
“Rafael sentía que la educación tradicional era en realidad una manera de ir cegando a nuestros niños y a nuestros jóvenes, de irlos preparando para que el sistema los machacara más tarde a su antojo. Ninguna materia está diseñada para entusiasmar, para seducir, para fomentar la alegría del conocimiento. Todo lo contrario: cada maestro deposita en su clase sus propias frustraciones, su tristeza, el estruendoso fracaso de su vida. Y de ahí en adelante el sistema entero se encargará de irnos moldeando para que jamás despertemos de ese marasmo que es la vida de manso empleado eficiente: las propagandas, las telenovelas y los seriados televisivos, los noticieros de radio y televisión que siempre mienten y que observan los hechos desde ángulos sesgados que están bajo la supervisión de ciertos consorcios económicos, el concepto de belleza anoréxico y famélico que condena a millones de personas a sufrir con dietas y a someterse a pésimas alimentaciones, la comida chatarra que condena a los otros a engordarse hasta la enfermedad y la muerte, el consumismo aberrante, el racismo soterrado o explícito, todo está perfectamente armado para que cada uno de nosotros caiga en la trampa y empiece a comportarse como los otros, a pensar lo mismo, a sentir lo mismo, a soñar lo mismo. A esa gigantesca maquinaria, a ese descomunal tinglado donde todo está preparado para que nuestras vidas sucumban y se hundan, Rafael lo llamó La Cosa.”
Source: Buda Blues
“Rafael: „Wow, Princesa, missmutig wie eh und je! Du bist sogar noch besser gelaunt als bei unserer letzten Begegnung. Du solltest es vielleicht mit Lachen probieren – oder zumindest mit einem kleinen Lächeln? Sonst mache ich mir nämlich echt Sorgen um dich. Oder … ich könnte anfangen zu glauben, dass es an mir liegt!? Das wollen wir doch beide nicht, oder?”
Source: Glasgow RAIN: Küsse im Regen
“Rafael?”
”Yeah?”
„Do we all have monsters?”
„Yes.”
„Why does God give us so many monsters?”
„You want to know my theory?”
„Sure.”
„I think it’s other people who give us monsters. Maybe God doesn’t have anything to do with it.”
Source: Last Night I Sang to the Monster
“Rafael, the Rat King, stared at the carnage with black-button eyes. "She is dead." "Ding dong, the witch is dead.”
Source: Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Collection 1-5
“Rafe asks him, could the king's freedom be obtained, sir, with more economy of means? Less bloodshed? Look, he says: once you have exhausted the process of negotiation and compromise, one you have fixed on the destruction of an enemy, that destruction must be swift and it must be perfect. Before you even glance in his direction, you should have his name on a warrant, the ports blocked, his wife and friends bought, his heir under your protection, his money in your strong room and his dog running to your whistle. Before he wakes in the morning, you should have the axe in your hand.”
“Rafe didn't just flirt-he charmed girls right up to the point where they fell for him, then he changed his mind.I called him a player with attention deficit disorder.”
Source: Darkness Rising: Complete Trilogy Collection: The Gathering, The Calling, The Rising
“Rafe grinned. "So we are dating?" "No. You have to pass the parental exam first. It'll take you awhile to compile the data. They'd like it in triplicate." I turned to my parents. "We have Kenji. We have my cell phone. Since we aren't officially dating, I'm sure you'll agree that's all the protection we need." Dad chocked on his coffee.”
“Rafe made people find something in themselves...(he) made me dream, he saw what I could hope to be, and helped me hope it. He did that to everyone he knew - especially the ones he knew the best." - Danny”
Source: Pearl Harbor
“Rafe smiled again. “I think Aleana can teach you how to work in a team and maybe you can teach her to be less reckless.”
So it was that Raimund found a new home in the Den of Thieves, and he and Aleana became partners and best friends.”
Source: The Emperor
“Raff, what have you done to yourself? Your hair is positively blue.”
Source: Graceling
“Raffaele reaches Enzo. Flames still burn on Enzo's hands, but for some reason, he doesn't move to attack. Instead, he waits as Raffaele reaches up to curl a hand around the back of his neck, then pulls him close so that their foreheads touch. Tears streak Raffaele's face. Suddenly I remember how he had looked on the day he turned his back on me, the way he had closed his eyes when I begged him to let me stay. It is the same expression he wears now.”
Source: The Rose Society
“Raffaele says you are lost forever. That you are beyond help. I think he's wrong, but sheds tears for you and shakes his head. I'm trying to convince him." Her whispers turn urgent. "I think I'll try again tomorrow."
I reach up and angrily wipe my tears away. "I don't understand you," I whisper back. "Why do you have to keep trying?"
Violetta's lips tremble with effort. "You cannot harden your heart to the future just because of your past. You cannot use cruelty against yourself to justify cruelty to others." Her gray eyes slide downward, away from my face, until her gaze rests on the lantern burning low near the tent flap. "It is hard. I know you are trying.”
Source: The Midnight Star
“Raffe lifted the latch on the heavy door and sidled in. As usal, he gagged as he took his first breath in the cloying, fishy stink of the smoke that rose from the burning seabirds, which were skewered on to the wall spikes in place of candles. In the dim oily light, he could make out the vague outlines of men sitting in twos and threes around the tables, heard the muttered conversations, but could no more recognize a face than see his own feet in the shadows.
A square, brawny woman deposited a flagon and two leather beakers on a table before waddling across to Raffe. Pulling his head down towards hers, she planted a generous
kiss on his smooth cheek. Thought you'd left us,' she said reprovingly. You grown tired of my eel pic?'
How could anyone grow tired of a taste of heaven?' Raffe said, throwing his arm around her plump shoulders and squeezing her.
The woman laughed, a deep, honest belly chuckle that set
her pendulous breasts quivering. Raffe loved her for that. 'He's over there, your friend,' she murmured. 'Been wait ing a good long while.'
Raffe nodded his thanks and crossed to the table set into a
dark alcove, sliding on to the narrow bench. Even in the dirty mustard light he could recognize Talbot's broken nose and thickened ears.
Talbot looked up from the rim of his beaker and grunted. By way of greeting he pushed the half-empty flagon of ale towards Raffe. Raffe waited until the serving woman had set a large portion of eel pie in front of him and retreated out of earshot. He hadn't asked for food, no one ever needed to here. In the Fisher's Inn you ate and drank whatever was put in front of you and you paid for it too. The marsh and river were far too close for arguments, and the innkeeper was a burly man who had beaten his own father to death when he was only fourteen, so rumour had it, for taking a whip to him once too often. Opinion was divided on whether the boy or the father deserved what they suffered at each other's hands, but still no one in those parts would have dreamed of report ing the killing. And since the innkeeper's father lay rotting somewhere at the bottom of the deep, sucking bog, he wasn't in a position to complain.”
Source: The Gallows Curse
“Raffe looks like someone just broke his heart.”
Source: Angelfall
“Raffe looks over at the bloody knife in my hand. "If I still had any doubts that it was you, that would do it.”
Source: World After
“Raffe must be thinking something similar because he tightens his grip around my waist as if to say, “not this one”
Source: World After
“Rafferty [Law] plays three or four instruments. He is very gifted. Whereas I pick instruments up and kind of stare at them and go, "I can't ever possibly play this." And I don't!”
“Raffin and Bann stood together, propped against the wall and against each other, half dozing. At one point, Raffin, not knowing he had one small, curious witness, gave Bann a sleepy kiss on the ear.
"Bitterblue had wondered that about them. I t was nice when something in the world became clear. Especially when it was a nice thing.”
Source: Bitterblue
“Raffiniert ist der Herr Gott, aber boshaft ist er nicht. God is subtle, but he is not malicious.”
“Raffy has this magical, abracadabrical ability to transform all his "ifs" into "whens".”
Source: St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
“Rafiki wa karibu ndiye adui mkubwa maishani”
“Rag paper, containing hemp fiber, is the highest quality and longest lasting paper ever made. It can be torn when wet, but returns to its full strength when dry.”
“Rag, Tag & Bobtail always seem to manage life better and have better control over their finances, but to me they’re stuck inside the box of time-honoured and long-established attitudes and beliefs. They are dull, rigidly conventional and humdrum.”
Source: Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
“Rag, Tag & Bobtail, as I call the tedious and humdrum type of people most of us have to work with, always seem to manage life better and have better control over their finances”
Source: Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
“Rag, Tag & Bobtail have absolutely no idea how to really live life, but they manage it better”
Source: Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
“Rag Tags, you see, are absolutely free to do as they please, which for the most part is to imitate each other. And you only have to take a closer look at most youth culture groups to verify that. Mods and rockers, skinheads and greasers, teddy boys, suadeheads, chavs, emos, goths etc. all fear that by being different they’ll be left out in the cold. That’s why they’re Rag Tags”
Source: Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
“Ragamuffins are simple, direct and honest. Their speech is unaffected. They are slow to claim, "God told me..." As they make their way through the world, they bear wordless, prophetic witness.”
“Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.”
Source: The Iliad
“Rage against the machine', as now turned into rage against reality”
Source: The Painter
“Rage Against The Machine Has Become Rage Against Reality”
Source: The Secret Life Of The Novel
“Rage against the world, if you like, but quietly, or the Guardians will awake.”
“Rage and bitterness do not foster femininity. They harden the heart and make the body sick.”
Source: The Pregnant Virgin: A Process of Psychological Transformation
“Rage and frenzy will pull down more in half an hour than prudence, deliberation, and foresight can build up in a hundred years.”
Source: Liberation tested by Philosophy and Experience. In
“Rage and grief are savage companions, but despair is the final undoing.”
“Rage and hurt coalesce into a stone in my chest and as I take another gulp of my father's prized whiskey, I hear myself say, "Tell me about your plan.”
Source: Resistance
“Rage and pain can apparently pass quickly if one is free to express them.”
Source: For Your Own Good: Hidden Cruelty in Child-Rearing and the Roots of Violence
“Rage and revenge sat in his heart fanned by time and silence. Before he could realise anything, he was engulfed in flames. Everything he touched, lost its existence in his life. Turning him into a monster, who destroys everything in a daylight but cries in dark and silence.”
“Rage burns through me. And I decide, right there in the grass under the impassive night sky outside the Unseelie Court, that if I survive this, I am going to make sure that Draven never has to sacrifice himself ever again. Never has to submit to someone else’s whims ever again. I will take on the pain, I will take on the debt, I will take on whatever fate requires of me. Next time, I will be the one protecting him.”
Source: Court of Lies and Deceit
“Rage can be a very dangerous thing to harbor in one’s heart”
“Rage can only with difficulty, and never entirely, be brought under the domination of the intelligence, and therefore is not susceptible to any arguments whatsoever.”