R Quotes
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“Rapito sopra di lei giacevo, labbra piene pienamente aperte, la baciai sulla bocca. Gnam. Con delicatezza mi passò nella bocca il dolcetto al cumino caldo e masticato. Molliccia poltiglia la sua bocca aveva biascicato agrodolce con saliva. Gioia: la mangiai: gioia.”
Source: Ulisse
“Raporlarda tasvir edilen Dersimli, âdeta XIX. yüzyıl sonlarındaki veya XX. yüzyıl başlarındaki anti-semitist Alman literatüründeki Yahudi kadar yabancı, vücuda aykırı, fremdkörper bir unsurdur.”
Source: Dersim'in Etno-Kültürel Kimliği
“Rapper, just puts so much connotation on who you are and what is exposed. Even if a lot of it is out-dated, people still bring a lot to it.”
“Rappers act so wild, and love to profile,
Frontin' hard, but ain't got no style.”
“Rappers are in danger
Who will use wits to be a remainder?”
“Rappers are separated.”
“Rappers are usually rapping about knowledge they think people need to get by in the world. If there's no movement that gives the idea that the knowledge people need is how to take over the system, what they see is that people need to know how to hustle; people need to know how to survive.”
“Rappers can't sleep, need sleepin',
B.I.G. keep creepin',
Bullets heat-seekin',
Casualties need treatin',
Dumb rappers need teachin'.”
“Rappers hate each other, not the labels that got rich,
Don't care about culture, they only want profit.
If your album sell slow, bet you'll get dropped quick;
Q-Tip warned us: the industry's toxic.
For reference, check out BDP's Sex and Violence.”
“Rappers kinda look stupid sometimes. Most of the time. I'm pretty sure I look stupid too a lot.”
“Rappers make what's in, in. If we want to bring back something like Jordache, we just say it and the girls start wearing it. We have a lot of pull.”
“Rappers on their sophomores...actin' like they boss lords.
Fame's such a funny thing for sure when niggas start believing all those encores.”
“Rappers should be forced to rhyme in their acceptance speeches.”
“Rappers should just be able to perform what they create and satisfy the people that like and love them.”
“Rappers shouldn't have to file taxes because they itemize everything they own in songs.”
“Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal,
MC's spit rhymes to uplift their people.”
“Rappers tend to use words sometimes that just rhyme and don't really mean nothing.”
“Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars.”
“Rapping about a surgery is something that makes sense for me to do.”
“Rapping and singing are not two polar opposites. There's so much middle ground. And I think there's a lot of people who find that middle ground.”
“Rapping is a vocal delivery, so you can do it without being part of hip-hop and not knowing what hip-hop is about.”
“Rapping is talking and communicating, and that's always good.”
“Rapping is the only time I'm serious.”
“Rapping's a release of the good and the bad - that's the definition of hyphy. You can't be like that, you can't get hyphy in, like, a business environment. I can be me. I'm energy. Hyphy is energy.”
“Rapport allows you to create a friendly compatibility and easy companionship which feels comfortable and enjoyable.”
Source: The Art of Connection: 8 Ways to Enrich Rapport & Kinship for Positive Impact
“Rapport equals trust plus comfort.”
Source: The Game and Rules of the Game
“Rapport is closely linked to tact and diplomacy as well as emotional intelligence and good manners.”
Source: Guide to Executive Coaching
“Rapport is the ability to enter someone else's world, to make him feel that you understand him, that you have a strong common bond.”
Source: Unlimited Power: The New Science of Personal Achievement
“Rapport is the ultimate tool for producing results with other people. No matter what you want in your life, if you can develop rapport with the right people, you'll be able to fill their needs, and they will be able to fill yours.”
Source: Unlimited Power: The New Science of Personal Achievement
“Rapport? You mean like, You'll run as fast as you can, and I'll throw it as far as I can?”
“Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!”
Source: The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Etc
“Raptors are smart. Very smart. Believe me, all the problems we have so far are nothing compared with what we'd have if the raptors ever got out of their holding pen.”
“Rapture cults had packed their suitcases and were massing together in great vigils, waiting for the end. "All bogus," she'd told Zuzana. "Just a bunch of crackpots waiting for the Apocalypse." "Because, fun, right?" Zuzana rubbed her hands together in mock glee. "Oh, boy. The Apocalypse!" "Right? I know. How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?”
“Rapture
I can feel she has got out of bed.
That means it is seven a.m.
I have been lying with eyes shut,
thinking, or possibly dreaming,
of how she might look if, at breakfast,
I spoke about the hidden place in her
which, to me, is like a soprano’s tremolo,
and right then, over toast and bramble jelly,
if such things are possible, she came.
I imagine she would show it while trying to conceal it.
I imagine her hair would fall about her face
and she would become apparently downcast,
as she does at a concert when she is moved.
The hypnopompic play passes, and I open my eyes
and there she is, next to the bed,
bending to a low drawer, picking over
various small smooth black, white,
and pink items of underwear. She bends
so low her back runs parallel to the earth,
but there is no sway in it, there is little burden, the day has hardly begun.
The two mounds of muscles for walking, leaping, lovemaking,
lift toward the east—what can I say?
Simile is useless; there is nothing like them on earth.
Her breasts fall full; the nipples
are deep pink in the glare shining up through the iron bars
of the gate under the earth where those who could not love
press, wanting to be born again.
I reach out and take her wrist
and she falls back into bed and at once starts unbuttoning my pajamas.
Later, when I open my eyes, there she is again,
rummaging in the same low drawer.
The clock shows eight. Hmmm.
With huge, silent effort of great,
mounded muscles the earth has been turning.
She takes a piece of silken cloth
from the drawer and stands up. Under the falls
of hair her face has become quiet and downcast,
as if she will be, all day among strangers,
looking down inside herself at our rapture.”
Source: A New Selected Poems
“Rapture is costly; it usually means you are overlooking consequences.”
Source: Alone Together: Why We Expect More from Technology and Less from Each Other
“Rapture is the gateway to nirvana.”
Source: Lovingkindness
“Rapture itself, to reach out my hand and give him a laugh, a body, a voice, a life with some of the fun in it of being alive, the fun of existing that even a flea must feel, the pleasure of existence, pure and simple, that practically anyone this side of the cancer ward gets a glimmer of occasionally, uninspiring as his fortunes overall may be. Here, Mort, what we call "a life," the way we call the sky "the sky" and the sun "the sun." How nonchalant we are. Here, brother, a living soul - for whatever it's worth, take mine!”
“Rapture teaching is one of the most faith deadening teachings ever preached. It has the most neutralizing affect on a Christian's aggressive growth process. We have a lot to do in this Earth and there is going to be a lot of stuff that we need to do in eternity. If you don't have a big comprehensive vision, both restorationally and eternally, then what motivation is there to do much except try to win a few souls to get a big reward in heaven?”
“Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.”
Source: Sword Blades and Poppy Seed
“Rapturous and full bodied performance.”
“Rapunzel carefully unpinned the largest coils of hair piled on top of her head. Then she put on the crown and turned to look in the mirror.
She didn't want to think it... she wasn't that kind of person... but...
The crown fit her perfectly. The colors of the stones were accentuated by her own coloring, and the other way around.
She looked like a princess.”
Source: What Once Was Mine
“Rapunzel," Gothel repeated. "Now! Before they see you!"
"They?"Rapunzel demanded. She felt anger boiling up from her stomach, bile and venom. "Which they, Mother? The ones who were bidding for my hand in marriage-- or just the ones in the employ of a sadistic monster?"
Gothel's face twitched between impatience and irritation.
"Rapunzel, I never meant for you to wind up with Bathory. She's a terrible woman. I was coming to save you from her!"
"Who did you mean for me to wind up with, then? The one who gave you the most money?”
Source: What Once Was Mine
“Rapunzel, I'm not anything heroic or wonderful or whatever you thought," he said sadly. "I'm a sneak thief mostly out for my own good. The rest of it's a lie. My name isn't even Flynn Rider."
"Um, what?"
Of all the many things she thought he might say, this was not one of them.
"My real name is Eugene Fitzherbert. At least, that was what was on record at the orphanage."
There might have been a glint from inside a guard's helmet at that, as if he couldn't help sniggering a little.
Rapunzel's jaw actually fell open.
"Eugene?" she asked.
"Yes."
"And doesn't Fitz mean--"
"Yes, it does," he interrupted in annoyance. "But who knows if that's really my family name, or a real name, or whatever. I think of myself as Flynn Rider. Daring hero, escape artist, adventurer extraordinaire... Eugene is someone who wastes away in an orphanage, who nobody wants. Eugene eats porridge once or twice a day, maybe, and wears the old clothes that bigger kids grew out of a generation ago."
"I like Eugene," Rapunzel protested, patting his hand. "I like it better than Flynn. It sounds more... real. Like who you really are."
"Thanks," he muttered.
"No, really! Eugene doesn't abandon his friends. Eugene makes snarky remarks... and then hangs around witchy goat farms to see how he can help. Eugene pauses his wild, adventurous life to make sure the people around him get their happy endings. Eugene gives crowns back to their rightful owners."
"Eugene winds up drained of his blood in a castle ruled by a demonic she-beast," Flynn said, looking up to gauge his captors' possibly violent response. They didn't move. "Flynn Rider is somewhere off riding into the sunset--"
"Without his princess," Rapunzel interrupted, hands on hips.
Flynn smiled sadly at her.”
Source: What Once Was Mine
“Rapunzel is a bit more relatable than the other princesses, especially because she doesn't even know that she's a princess until the very end of the movie. I like to think of her as the bohemian Disney princess. She's barefoot and living in a tower. She paints and reads... She's a Renaissance woman.”
“Rapunzel knew exactly when her adopted birthday was coming because of her careful tracking and observation of the heavens. What had started out as a child's interest in the longer days of summer and shorter days of winter had progressed into a study that would have been the praise of any university professor. She knew all the constellations, of course; which ones came and went with the seasons (Orion), which ones stayed wandering the heavens forever (the Big Bear). She could predict when Jupiter would rise. She could predict some lunar eclipses. She had astrolabes and pendulums and squares and straightedges and compasses for measuring the precise height of an astral object above her window ledge.”
Source: What Once Was Mine
“Rapunzel woke up to the dazzling, sparkling, gently chiming display with more cheer than anyone really should who had spent the last six thousand and approximately nine hundred days in a lonely tower.
"This birthday is going to be great. I just know it!"
She only really knew about birthdays because she had read about them in one of the thirty-seven books she owned: Book #3: Stories from Rome and Other Great Empires. Marc Antony apparently had splendid birthdays, and Cleopatra gave him the most cunning gifts. Anyway, they seemed like a marvelous idea, and she had adopted this time of year as her own.
Had there been anyone around, they would have been amazed at the hermit's beauty. For one thing, her cheeks were surprisingly rosy for a girl who had been indoors her whole life.
(This was because on sunny Wednesday and Saturday afternoons she carefully followed the window-shaped spot of sun around her room, lying down and soaking in the warm rays.)
Her eyes were large and green because of parents she had never known.
Her lips were usually set in an expectant smile because she was Rapunzel; good-natured, lighthearted, with a quick mind that constantly refused to be crushed by her circumstances.”
Source: What Once Was Mine
“Raquel Welch is someone I can also live without. We've got some love scenes together and I am dreading them!”
“Rar vei întalni un om mai invidios decît un profesor. Şiruri de studenţi se perindă ani de-a rîndul, asemenea apelor unui rîu. Ei curg înainte, iar profesorul rămîne în urmă, ca o stîncă adîncă înfiptă în albia curentului. Deşi poate depăna altora povestea speranţelor lui, el nu le mai visează. Se crede neînsemnat şi ori lunecă într-un masochism solitar, ori, în lipsa lui, devine bănuitor şi mistic, denunţînd mereu excentricităţile altora, îi este atît de dor de libertate, de activitate, încît nu poate decît să-i urască pe cei din jur.”
Source: The Woman in the Dunes
“Rara vez el hincha dice: "hoy juega mi club". Más bien dice "Hoy jugamos nosotros". Bien sabe este jugador número doce que es él quien sopla los vientos de fervor que empujan la pelota cuando ella se duerme, como bien saben los otros once jugadores que jugar sin hinchada es como bailar sin música.”
“Raras vezes falava, e em geral quando o fazia era para emitir uma observação cínica — para dizer, por exemplo, que Deus lhe dera uma cauda para espantar as moscas, e no entanto seria mais do seu agrado não ter nem a cauda nem as moscas.”
Source: Animal Farm