V Quotes
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“Veiligheid is misschien wel de meest onderschatte turn-on die er bestaat.”
Source: Kut genoeg om een boek over te schrijven
“Veiling truth in mystery.”
“Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.”
Source: Love Medicine
“Veio a questão do título. Pestana, quando compôs a primeira polca, em 1871, quis dar-lhe um título poético, escolheu este: Pingos de Sol. O editor abanou a cabeça, e disse-lhe que os títulos deviam ser, já de si, destinados à popularidade – ou por alusão a algum sucesso do dia, ou pela graça das palavras; indicou-lhe dois: A lei de 28 de setembro, ou Candongas não fazem festa.
– Mas que quer dizer Candongas não fazem festa? – perguntou o autor.
– Não quer dizer nada, mas populariza-se logo.”
Source: Um Homem Célebre: Machado Recriado
“Veja o que eu faço; há um lugar vazio, na mala, e vou pôr aqui um punhado de feno; o mesmo acontece na nossa mala da vida; nós a enchemos com alguma coisa, só para não ficar um vazio.”
Source: Fathers and Sons
“Veja, às vezes é bom, para um homem, agarrar os próprios cabelos e arrancar-se para fora de si mesmo, como um rabanete na horta.”
Source: Fathers and Sons
“Vejo esses que chegam e saem a todo tempo. Tão seguros de si, tão felizes e prósperos. Dá uma vontade grande de chamar cada um e pedir, Deixa eu te contar uma história? Era uma vez um país que ficou décadas sem poder escolher o presidente, daí quando foi possível isso acontecer novamente escolheram tão errado que o novo cara meteu a mão na grana de todo mundo, sem pestanejar. E fez tanta merda que foi expulso do trono, e o irmão e o braço direito dele morreram de forma esquisita, e então ficou todo mundo olhando um para o outro dizendo, A culpa foi sua de ter colocado ele lá. Aí veio gente dizer que era melhor antes, quando outros escolhiam, porque essa galera não está preparada para a liberdade, e fim de papo. O cachorro correndo atrás do próprio rabo, e quando o morde tem raiva de estar sendo atacado, e então revida mordendo mais forte ainda.”
Source: O Próximo da Fila
“Vejo na morte um repouso que nem a terra nem o inferno podem romper, e sinto a certeza de uma eternidade sem fim e sem limites — a Eternidade em que o defunto acabou de entrar —, onde a vida perdura para sempre e o amor e a alegria também.”
Source: Wuthering Heights
“Vejo religiosos chamarem cientistas de arrogantes. Pensar que você é centro do universo, isso é arrogância. Ego é a separação nossa do todo. Pensar que você é centro de tudo, desde o universo a da natureza, esse é um ego maior do que o próprio mundo. O cristianismo é feito de hipocrisia, a maior delas, o senso de humildade, que é falso.”
Source: Seria a Bíblia um livro científico?: Por que a Bíblia Sagrada não deve ser levada a sério e como argumentar contra ela (Estudos Bíblicos para ateus 2)
“Vektal burned with resonance for Georgie before she ever had a khui! Do you think this ache for you would go away if your khui was gone?” He slams a hand over his vibrating chest. “Do you think it cares?”
Source: Barbarian's Mate
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“Velazquez found the perfect balance between the ideal illustration which he was required to produce, and the overwhelming emotion he aroused in the spectator.”
“Velcro: what a rip-off.”
“Veld, that space within most South African hearts that mirrors the open expanse of land where the greatness of life resides in the vastness of grasslands captured in the imaginations of wanderers and adventurer seekers alike when we stop our overthinking and optimize our ability to enjoy life’s unscripted moments that are wide-open and usually – right in front of us.
Veld, a word for the miracle of newness and the appreciation for the life that is waiting to be lived, one grass blade at a time, and a lesson for humans in appreciating the fullness of life’s abundance when we slowdown the pace of our own world to absorb the miracles happening all around us – at any given moment.
Veld, although this word literally means an open expanse, that is what life around us is truly about – an open expanse of miracles just waiting on us for our sense to mature…
The magic of South Africa, a spell that will leave your heart as open as the veld and the expanse beyond that.
A lesson in feeling small…”
“Velika mržnja može nastati samo iz velike ljubavi. Posebno kad ljubav nije uzvraćena.”
Source: Bivirgata
“Velius--so who is she? no wait, let me guess. skin of the finest porcelain. hair of the softest silk. a voice like birdsong, a smile like sunshine, and a mouth that would sate your brightest and darkest wishes Rumbold-- You've m-met her? Velius--oh yes, my friend. we all know her. we've all pursued her. some of us have even been lucky enough to have her. we've been drunk on her sin, become fools of her favor. she might have borne a different face each time, but her name was always the same. Trouble”
“Velizy. All those shepherds in the Pyrenees who are being fitted out with fibre optics, radio relay stations and cable TV. Obviously the stakes are pretty high! And not just in social terms. Did these people think they were already living in society, with their neighbours, their animals, their stories? What a scandalously underdeveloped condition they were in, what a monstrous deprivation of all the blessings of information, what barbaric solitude they were kept in, with no possibility of expressing themselves, or anything.
We used to leave them in peace. If they were called on, it was to get them to come and die in the towns, in the factories or in a war. Why have we suddenly developed a need for them, when they have no need of anything? What do we want them to serve as witnesses of? Because we'll force them to if we have to: the new terror has arrived, not the terror of 1984, but that of the twenty-first century. The new negritude has arrived, the new servitude. There is already a roll-call of the martyrs of information. The Bretons whose TV pictures are restored as soon as possible after the relay stations have been blown up . . . Velizy . . . in the Pyrenees. The new guinea pigs. The new hostages. Crucified on the altar of information, pilloried at their consoles. Buried alive under information. All this to make them admit the inexpressible service that is being done to them, to extort from them a confession of their sociality, of their 'normal' condition as associated anthropoids.
Socialism is destroying the position of the intellectual.
Unlearn what they say. Either they don't believe in it themselves or the violent effort they make to believe in it is disagreeable.”
Source: Cool memories
“Veličina plemenitog je njegov odgoj, a iskrena pobožnost njegovo je porijeklo.”
Source: Čujem šum, prijatelja ne vidim
“Vell, Zaphod’s just zis guy, you know?”
Source: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
“Vella looked around. "This is really a revolting place, Yarblek," she told him. "You've been spending too much time with Porenn," he said. "You're starting to get delicate." "How would you like to have me gut you?" she offered. "That's my girl.”
“Velocity is one thing, but the thing that worries me is my ball-strike ratio is about 1-to-1.”
“Velocity!" Sunny shrieked.
I know we have to hurry!" Klaus cried.”
Source: The Hostile Hospital
“Veloz como un ciervo. Silenciosa como una sombra. El miedo hiere más que las espadas. Rápida como una serpiente. Tranquila como las aguas en calma. El miedo hiere más que las espadas. El hombre que teme la derrota ya ha sido derrotado. El miedo hiere más que las espadas. El miedo hiere más que las espadas. El miedo hiere más que las espadas”
Source: A Game of Thrones
“Veltan continuava a dirgli di non preoccuparsi, e questo lo irritava ancora di più.”
Source: Crystal Gorge
“Velutha looked down at Ambassador Insect in his arms He put her down. Shaking too.
"And look at you!" he said, looking at her ridiculous frothy frock "So beautiful! Getting married?"
Rahel lunged at his armpits and tickled him mercilessly. Ickilee ickilee ickilee!
"I saw you yesterday," she said.
"Where?" Velutha made his voice high and surprised.
"Liar" Rahel said. "Liar and pretender. I did see you. You were a Communist and had a shirt and a flag. And you ignored me."
"Aiyyo kashtam," Velutha said. "Would I do that? You tell me, would Velutha ever do that? It must've been my Long-lost Twin brother."
"Which Long-lost Twin brother?"
"Urumban, silly... The one who lives in Kochi."
"Who Urumban?" Then she saw the twinkle. "Liar! You haven't got a Twin brother! It wasn't Urumban! It was you!"
Velutha laughed. He had a lovely laugh that he really meant
"Wasn't me," he said. "I was sick in bed."
"See, you’re smiling!" Rahel said. "That means it was you
Smiling means 'It was you.'"
"That's only in English'’ Velutha said. "In Malayalam my
teacher always said that 'Smiling means it wasn’t me.'"
It took Rahel a moment to sort that one out. She lunged at him once again. Ickilee ickilee ickilee! (169(”
Source: The God of Small Things
“Velva’s face glowed in the streetlight. “Sir Sun, don’t you see? I am your violent violet. And you are mine.”
Source: Wanted: Single Rose
“Velveeta: you can eat it - or wax your car with it!”
“Velvet Elvis never puts on weight.”
“Velvet looks horrified. “If you are fool enough to address King R’jan, you will do it thus and in no other manner! ‘My King, Liege, Lord, and Master, your servant begs you grant it leave to speak.’” “Wow. Totally delusionary there.” “Good luck with that,” Ryodan says. “She doesn't beg to speak, or do anything else. You can lock her up, down, and sideways and it’s never going to happen.” I beam at him. I had no idea he thought so highly of me.”
Source: The Fever Series 7-Book Bundle: Darkfever, Bloodfever, Faefever, Dreamfever, Shadowfever, Iced, Burned
“Velázquez, past the age of fifty, no longer painted specific objects. He drifted around things like the air, like twilight, catching unawares in the shimmering shadows the nuances of color that he transformed into the invisible core of his silent symphony.”
“Vem, o tempo urge... as constelações já iniciaram o movimento de mudança de hemisfério, e as dunas fenderam-se onde o mar avançou, e o mar toca-nos os olhos e o sono. Vem, antes que os cardos se espalhem com o vento, e a geada esconda a água dos poços, e a noite acabe, assim, sem prevenir, dentro de uma mão que se fecha à luz. Vem, antes que os meus olhos só vejam o que tu não vês, e as minhas mãos já não toquem o que tu tocaste... e a tua boca se canse de procurar o que de ti ainda possuo, e do teu nome não reste mais que uma metade do meu.”
Source: O Anjo Mudo
“Vem sitter på den tomma tronen?”
Source: Frostskymning
“Vemos un insecto palo gigante y un grupo de mariposas cuyas alas parecen hojas de rosal. Entonces me viene a la memoria un artículo sobre mimetismo que leí de joven en la Enciclopedia Espasa, donde se decía que algunos gusanos adoptaban la forma de un excremento de pájaro para evitar que esos mismos pájaros los devorasen. Me pregunté entonces, y me pregunto ahora, si vale la pena conservar la vida a cambio de parecer una mierda. Mantengo hacia el mimetismo una actitud ambivalente. De un lado, me fascina; de otro, me parece uno de los recursos más humillantes de la naturaleza. Hay otro bicho que cobra, para defenderse de sus depredadores, el aspecto de un cadáver recubierto de moho. Están a salvo, sí, pero a qué precio. «No te signifiques, hijo», decían las madres de mi época cuando nos veían salir de casa con la barba y la trenca. No significarse quería decir pasar inadvertido o ser tomado por una caca o por un cadáver en estado de descomposición. Lo importante era que no se fijaran en ti porque, una vez localizado, podías servir de alimento a especies más violentas que la tuya. Había en el servicio militar un sargento que aconsejaba lo mismo que las madres, aunque de un modo más plástico: «Los que estén gordos que adelgacen y los que estén delgados que engorden».
No parezcas árabe, en fin, ni negro, ni chino, ni anarquista, ni siquiera socialdemócrata. No te signifiques. Mimetízate. Adelgaza si estás gordo y engorda si estás flaco. No has elegido el mejor momento para ser distinto, muchacho, qué pretendes. Procura no parecer ni sí ni no, ni carne ni pescado. Disimula las ideas, no disientas, no te signifiques, no destaques. Si a un insecto no le parece mal que lo confundan con una rama seca, por qué ese empeño tuyo en parecer alguien. Haz como que bajas las escaleras cuando las subes y como que las subes cuando las bajas. No levantes la voz, guarda las apariencias, adelgaza, engorda, ven, vete, sal, entra. Sobrevive, en fin, finge ser una caca, un palo, una corteza. Y en casa a las diez”
Source: La muerte contada por un sapiens a un neandertal
“Ven, mi amor, en la tarde del Aniene
y siéntate conmigo a ver viento.
Aunque no estés, mi solo pensamiento
es ver contigo el viento que va y viene.
Tú no te vas, porque mi amor te tiene.
Yo no me iré, pues junto a ti me siento
más vida de tu sangre, más tu aliento,
más luz del corazón que me sostiene
Tú no te irás, mi amor, aunque lo quieras.
Tú no te irás, mi amor, y si te fueras,
Aun yéndote, mi amor, jamás te irías.
Es tuya mi canción, en ella estoy.
Y en ese viento que va y viene voy.
Y en ese viento siempre, me verías.”
“Ven, tengo lluvia y café para la tarde.”
Source: El tiempo rueda
“Ven you read the speeches in the papers, and see as vun gen'lman says of another, 'the Honourable member, if he vill allow me to call him so' you vill understand, sir, that that means, 'if he vill allow me to keep up that 'ere pleasant and uniwersal fiction.'”
Source: The Complete Works of Charles Dickens: Edwin Drood and Miscellaneous
“Vencer la crueldad es hacer la paz.”
Source: Mücadele Muhabbet: Gospel of An Unarmed Soldier
“Venciste, mujer, con no dejarte vencer.”
“Vendar ni vedno vsako življenje, ki se ga živi, zares izživeto. Ne izkoristi vsakdo svojega potenciala. Pa ne, ker ga ne bi znal, ampak ker se ljudje na splošno svojega potenciala ne zavedamo. Ko smo s toliko različnih strani bombardirani, kaj vse bi morali biti, početi in postati, hitro pozabimo na tisto notranjo sliko, ki smo jo kot otroci o sebi navdušeno nadgrajevali. In tako vera vase postane dvom.”
Source: Med vsemi njunimi svetovi
“Vending innovation isn't dead. Some machines use facial recognition software to guess which drink you're in the mood for (based mostly on your gender and the time of day, I was told). Iris and I always liked to stop at the machine on the Nakano Station platform that dispensed slushy iced drinks like cocoa-strawberry, matcha, and Ramune. (Ramune is a soda known for its unusual bottle, which has a glass marble in the neck, and for coming in various flavors like orange, red, and blue, all of which taste the same to me.)”
Source: Pretty Good Number One: An American Family Eats Tokyo
“Vending Machine: "This product has no known nutritional value and may cause irritability or wakefulness in some individuals. Please enjoy your selection and your day." Eve: "Up yours.”
Source: J.D. Robb The IN DEATH Collection
“Vendrá la muerte y tendrá tus ojos”
“Vendríamos de la mano, a media calle, solos, y no diríamos nada. Que lo diga la noche. Que digan que te quiero las estrellas, los rumores lejanos, la distancia.”
Source: Los amorosos: Cartas a Chepita
“Venea de undeva, mortuar, parfumul crinilor, dând întunericului o solemnitate de catafalc astral.”
Source: Secretul Anei Florentin
“Venecia es como Chongqing, pero mientras Chongqing construye una falsa San Gimignano como decorado de un parque temático, en Venecia el parque temático ya está hecho: es la ciudad histórica. En este panorama, los pocos supervivientes del pueblo de Venecia, en su mayor parte exiliados a los nuevos suburbios de tierra firme, irían de vez en cuando a la plaza de San Marcos en un metro que pase por debajo de la laguna, mientras los verdaderos dueños de la ciudad - las hordas de turistas- entrarían en ella por arriba en sus barcos-rascacielos.”
Source: If Venice Dies
“Venecia, hasta cadavérica como está ahora, lanza una provocación insoportable al mundo de la modernidad. Son susurros lo que esta Venecia consigue lanzar, pero son insoportables para el mundo de la técnica, para esa técnica que invade Venecia por masas de turistas, pero también por la veleidad de los arquitectos indignos de tal nombre." aka Rem Koolhaas.”
“Venerable age had not, for him, arranged that derelict landscape against which it is privileged to sit and pick its nose, break wind, and damn the course of youth groping among the obstacles erected, dutifully, by its own hands earlier, along the way of that sublime delusion known as the pursuit of happiness.
Not to be confused with the state of political bigotry, mental obstinacy, financial security, sensual atrophy, emotional penury, and spiritual collapse which, under the name “maturity”, animated lives around him, it might be said that Reverend Gwyon had reached maturity.”
Source: The Recognitions
“Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)
“Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost. Life would split asunder without them. 'Come to tea, come to dinner, what's the truth of the story? have you heard the news? life in the capital is wonderful; the Russian dancers....' These are our stays and props. These lace our days together and make of life a perfect globe.”
“Venerable men! you have come down to us from a former generation. Heaven has bounteously lengthened out your lives, that you might behold this joyous day.”
Source: The Life, Eulogy, and Great Orations of Daniel Webster