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#80

Gimli, The Lord of the Rings

Certainty of death? Small chance of success? What are we waiting for?

Gandalf, The Lord of the Rings

Many who live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Be not so quick to hand a death sentence.

John Milton, The Devil's Advocate

Freedom, baby, is never having to say you're sorry.

Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives you instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then, what does he do? I swear, for His own amusement own, his private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time! Look but do not touch. Touch, but do not taste. Key, do not swallow. And while you're jumpin 'from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin 'His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a sadist! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? Never!

Beloved

- I enjoy the company ...
- Do you also like dead?

- I'm a girl. Why do I carry everything?
- I am in favor of emancipation. They do not?

Donnie Darko, Donnie Darko

Every living creature on earth dies alone.

Roy O'Bannon, Shanghai Knights

Nothing is OK! I have just been raped by a bleating cattle!

- I'll make it cheaper.
- This is the most romantic thing a woman has ever said to me.

So they steal the imperial seal. And you can kill him for nine claimants to the throne? But since they have drawn the short straw, my friend.

Silvia Broome, The Interpreter

Revenge is a cowardly form of mourning.

King Arthur

The bishop should sit his holy ass wherever he wants.

Marcus Burnett, Bad Boys

Blow away? This is not good. Blow me one, that's OK.

Angelo Barberini, Mambo Italiano

Unlike me, my sister in college was pretty popular. Since all the lollipops have been paid.

Dr. Plumford, The Jungle Book

No, this is not a boat that is our Queen Victoria.

dream Surprise - Period 1

- who are the middle of nowhere!
- you wonder a. ..?

Pirates Of The Caribbean

I will make sure that every man who sails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate character, gets what he deserves: Shock severity need, certain death.

I confess ... I want to hijack a ship, looking for a crew in Tortuga steal, rob, plunder, or in other words, I pull my black, treacherous soul.

You look vaguely familiar. Have I ever cheated?

I'm disinclined to grant your request for consent. This means 'no'.

But why is the rum gone?

Xander Cage, xXx

Will my legs jerk me now?

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

I will not have you, in a course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling bumbling band of baboons!

- This is cosy.
- Uh, it's a broom cupboard.
- Well, you should fell right at home then.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

You may not like it, Minister, but you can't deny: Dumbledore's got style.

- Well... How was it?
- Wet. I mean, she was sort of crying.
- That bad at it, are you?
- I'm sure that Harry's kissing is more than satisfactory. Cho spents half her time crying these days.
- Think a bit of snogging would cheer her up.
- Don't you understand how she must be feeling?
- ...
- Well, obviously she's feeling sad about Cedric and therefore confused about liking Harry and quilty about kissing him, conflicted because Umbridge is threatening to sack her mother from the job at the ministry and frightened of failing her OWL's because she's so busy worrying about everything else.
- One person couldn't feel all that! They'd explode!
- Just because you've got the emotional range of a teespoon...

The Two Towers

- What's happening out there?
- Should I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?

Billy Elliot

- Wenn du willst zeige ich dir meine Mushi.
- Nee... Ist schon gut.

Payback

Not many men know what their life is worth. I know it: 70 giants. The man had taken from me, and I wanted to get back to me.

The Mexican

- Will they kill me?
- It depends on several things, I can not say yet.
- Will they rape me?
- Probably not, no.
- ... What do they want?

Be Cool

I am saying what goes where.

The secret of the Templars

Swap computer to brain.

Layer Cake

Piss me out of my pocket and tell me it's raining.

Madagascar

Excuse me, you just bite me in the butt!

stubborn smile and wave, men. Smile, wave and.

- Is that your best smile, Melman?
- I do not smile. I have bloating.

Beck, Welcome To The Jungle

I long back to the monkey with the stand.

Bram Stoker's Dracula

I maintain that civilization and Syphilisation made progress together.

10 Things I Hate About You

My insurance will not pay for premenstrual Zicken!

Any Given Sunday

- We have lost three times in a row. I've had enough. You do not? Whom it is not so, raises his hand! If you prefer to be a loser, raises his hand! Who wants to pinch like a wimp, raises his hand! ... What's that, Julian?
- I did not want that they are the only wimp with a high hand, since 'thought I, I stand with them.

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#81

Tom Sharpe, Grantchester Grind

The following week he had come better prepared, only to find that her lecture was purely theoretical and dealt entirely with an historical review of medical and religious objections to so-called self-abuse or onanism. There had been none of those practical demonstrations that had made the condom necessary and, far from saving Purefoy Osbert embarrasment, the thing had been the cause of it.His efforts to prevent the device making its way down his trouser leg had caught the attention of the women on either side of him, who were evidently as bored as he was by historical objections to masturbation. Purefoy's spasmodic movements were far more intriguing. Purefoy smiled bleakly at the woman on his right and was misunderstood. 'Can't you wait until afterwards?' she asked in a whisper that was audible several rows behind. For the rest of the hour he sat staring rigidly at Mrs Ndhlovo and hardly moved at all, but at the end of the class he was forced to stand up. 'After you,' said the woman on his left. The one on his right had already hurried off.'No, please, after you,' said Purefoy and squeezed back against the chair.
The woman shook her head. She had no intention of passing at all closely to a man whose sudden attention to his upper leg had been so peculiarly spasmodic and intense.She hadn't liked his bleak smile either. 'Look,' she said, rather unpleasantly. 'You go out first. All right?'
It wasn't all right, but Purefoy went. So did the condom. For a moment it clung to his knee but only for a moment. As he stepped forward it dropped out of the bottom of his trouser-leg and lay supine on the toe of his shoe. Purefoy tried to kick it off but again his movements were too peculiar to ignore. Conscious that he was the object of amused interest he hurried down the hall and out into the comparative anonymity of the parking lot where he could deal with the thing in private.
After that Purefoy abandoned the condom method and took matters into his hands before attending Mrs Ndhlovo's classes.

Stephen King, The Tower Schwaze

If you were to fall to the border of the universe, you would see a sign reading DEAD END? No. You might find something hard and round like a chicken might see the egg from the inside. And if you were to pick through it by this envelope that huge and raging light you would see that appears through your hole at the end of the room? Could you see through it and find that our entire universe is nothing more than an atom in a blade of grass? Could you be forced into thinking that you are an infinity of infinities annihilate, if you burn a straw? That the Existenx not enough to infinity, but an infinite number of infinities?

Only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie without ceasing, because they are caught in the web of obligations.

Eddie sat there and concentrated on not moving. He wanted to move, he would stutter and chug along, zippeln and wriggling, hopping and flipping, he wanted to scratch his ankles, and scratch his ankles.

He looked sick, sick and dying, but he was still out so hard that the next like a Andolini soft-boiled egg seemed.

Eddie had as a child sometimes have to think of his sister when he was listening to Mel Allen, who commented on the baseball games of the Yankee Network. If someone really is a top hit, Mel had shouted: 'what a big egg! He's but has given! And bye! " Well, it was the drunk Gloria Dean given you a big egg oh, and bye.

too, was an example of Piper-language. Piper School students never had to 'pee' or 'a pole drain water' or, God forbid, 'pull the trigger a charge'. There was general agreement that the students of Piper were too perfect to create on their quiet tasteful way through life waste products of digestion. Now and then someone asked for permission to 'escape' to be allowed once, and that was all.

Jake could imagine that had kids all over America at this point geplärrt sore eyes, and he had to remember that there were many stories for children that contained such a thing - things that an acid poured over the whole emotional life. Hansel and Gretel, which were suspended in the forest, Bambi's mother was shot by a hunter, and the death of Old Yeller. It was easy to do young children hurt to make her cry, and that seemed in many storytellers a strangely sadistic expose ...

shake the hand that shook the world.

Frank Schätzing, Death and Devil

Mathias smiled complacently. "Our mutual friend William of Jülich is the proud owner of a farm under spur-maker. The spat is around the corner, and the abbot of the Friars Minor owes him several favors. Wilhelm has given him over to a few treasures for the vestry, if you understand what I mean. " 'I thought the Friars Minor were at the will of the merciful God poor and destitute. " 'Yes, and so everything is only on their land to the Lord. But as long as the pick's not, it must be so maintained. " 'Or eaten? " 'And drunk. "

When the man bone weiterschlurfte namely, dangling one of the sausages out boldly. Jacop looked at her with wide eyes. She looked back. She promised the court to paradise, the heavenly Jerusalem, the bliss on earth. She was almost bursting with beauty. In dark brown smoked meat under the skin looked tight friendly hundreds of small, white grossly triturated fat up to him and he seemed to wink confidential. He felt when he heard the call for sausage boldest of all deeds, simply pinch them off and look into the distance. He saw himself in his crate to sit on the walls and chew, the idea was to truth and the truth of an obsession. His feet were set in motion as if by themselves. All was forgotten the danger that fear. The world was a sausage.

Thus St. Mary Magdalene seemed so shabby when just opposite the imposing stone church its main Severin rose and made it clear where God would probably would, if he came only once in the area.

Patrick Suskind, Perfume

At the time of which we speak there was, in a major city for us modern humans almost unimaginable stench. It stank the roads to manure, the courtyards stank of urine, the stairwells stank of rotting wood and rat droppings under the kitchen of rotten cabbage and mutton fat, and the unaired parlors stank of stale dust the bedroom to the greasy sheets, damp featherbeds, and after following the sweet scent of the pungent chamber pots. De stank of sulfur from chimneys, the stench from the tanneries caustic lye, from the slaughterhouses stank the clotted blood. People stank of sweat and unwashed clothes, from the mouth, they stank of rotting teeth, from their stomachs after onion juice and the bodies when they were no longer young, of old cheese and for sour milk and after tumor diseases. It stank the rivers, it stank the courts, it stank, the churches, it stank beneath the bridges and in the palaces. The peasant stank as the priest, the craft workers, like most women, it stank all the nobility, so stank, even the king, like a predator, he stank, and the Queen like an old goat, summer and winter.

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

examined the man, who lives in him was perhaps what he actually said, for no animal has ever from the infinite, infinitely inventive art of human hatred tried. No animal can compete with its variety and power.

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#79

Boston Legal

- Where ist sein Kopf, Doktor?
- Er ist noch auf der Flucht...

Oh, brechen sie sich keinen ab!

Alan Shore, Boston Legal

I'm such a slut for authority.

Danny, geh und lechze woanders weiter!

So, basically every time you piss, puke, or crap, you’re a step closer to immortality.

Sometimes the most patriotic thing you can do is criticize.

Danny Crane, Boston Legal

You hear the one about the fella who died? Went to the Pearly Gates and St. Peter let him in. Sees a guy in a suit making a closing argument and says, "Who's That? "St. Peter says," Oooohhh, that's God. Thinks he's Denny Crane.

knocked the dwarf hats.

Who's your Daddy?

I do not know to which tribe they belong to, sports fan, but this is America. Human rights are something out of.

Claire Simms, Boston Legal

I know who you are. You're a little horny toad. Horny toads give me warts. Hop away, horny toad.

Weekend Kids

I saw that your lips have moved, but I have heard only: "Bla bla bla '.

Disney's Kim Possible

bullshit me not checked!

Al Bundy, Married With Children

Just once I want to hear: 'Al, I get out, and take the children'.

Bud Bundy, Married with Children

The desk clerk offered me just to blow me dry ...

Kelly, Married With Children

- Where is your father, the boat builder?
- He is with my mother, the former frigate, and with my grandmother, the battleship.

Marcy Rhoades D'Arcy, Married With Children

I do not care how sad Mr. Schniepel is! There is no room in the inn.

I do not consider myself dominant, you slave!

The Closer

When they first saw me at work, they will have a bunch of new reasons to hate me.

Do you think I come through with mental illness?

I found feet!

Ray, Everybody Loves Raymond

I can not wait even that one ne of you 'needed kidney ...

The District

friendships are heavy, just acquaintances.

Roseanne

I love you in a way, the mystical, eternal, and, unfortunately, is illegal in 20 states.

power of my office, who growls at me, I glorify you hereby ... men.

House

I want to see how it depends on the powdered Pharisees-ass out of the coat.

Arthur, King of Queens

Come here and sit me Matt, I hate to even make it back to me!

Sam, Danny Phantom sweating

just normal people. Goth We cook in front of us.

Dr. Cox, Scrubs

opinion: You can not come to work drunk, you are not pilots!

Scrubs

Hey, buddy! What has two thumbs and craps to their drivel? Bob Kelso. My pleasure.

Jim

The truth is something for funkzionierende marriages.

Two & A Half Man

you are not insecure, they are unprincipled know

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#78

Terry Pratchett, Jingo

Like all professionals of exploration and discovery. The price does not get around the researcher who first set foot on virgin Bottom is, but one that just brings this foot first home. He is lucky when the foot is then secured to the leg still.

Mumm's grin was as humorous as that which approaches a drowning man pretty fast and top with a fin.

Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

a stupid song we sing now!
While we are marching here!
Nobody do not know why we sing it!
We can not rhyme the words right!
from Counts! One! Two!
from Counts! Many! A lot!
from Counts! Uh ... what?

The man was very close to the grating, grinning like someone who thinks he mistakenly intelligent. If Mumm's reflexes were faster - and because he did not doubt - he could pack up the old fool him go to the bars and make his nose even wider. For psychopaths really everything was easier.

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get recognized Perhaps the animal instinct of those bastards in swing someone who had reached the nastiness on the long road and in the name of reason atrocities invented, one of which could only dream of madness.

"Well done, guys," said Mumm and stood up. "You continued to ensure that we're trapped in here, and I give the old decision ..."

"I understand," he said. "Good cop, bad cop, eh?" "If you want" Mumm said. "But we are with the staff a little short. ? So if I give you a cigarette - would you be kind enough to smash the teeth yourself "

As for the melee: When your staff sergeant, I forbid you express, you offer to blackjacks and brass knuckles to see the woman Gutleib in her shop in the Light Street number 8 holds, at prices that everyone can afford. And if any of you should be private to approach me, I will not show him some special shots, which for this useful but also difficult instruments suitable.

people standing on the side of the 'people' were always disappointed. They found that the people were ungrateful and keen! For the liberation of that hardly knew to appreciate. Added to this was the tendency to think neither modern nor obedient. The people were rather narrow-minded, conservative and not very intelligent. It intelligence met with suspicion even. Therefore the children of the revolution were faced with the old problem: They had not only the wrong government, but also the wrong people.

WE do not need to show that we are patriotic. I mean, this is Ankh-Morpork. We need to make any vertebrate to indicate that we are the best. We KNOW it.

Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

His age remained a mystery. If you took cynicism and general weariness with life as a benchmark - the carbon dating of the personality - he was about seven thousand years old.

The inhabitants of the Teekuchenstraße were to be so aloof and arrogant that they even talked to the gods in the call. Well, that bordered on slander. They spoke with the gods, provided it was well-mannered gods who came from decent families.

No matter what you thought of the citizens of Ankh-Morpork: They were steadfast independence and defended their right to steal on a truly democratic base to steal, cheat, embezzle and to murder.

The patrician thought: If the dragon can talk, are possible negotiations. If negotiations are possible, I am winding down. Then I pull his hair over his ears. Or the shed.

Yes. Sometimes a monkey had to take on the role of a responsible person ...

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I, Adrian Mayfield

"So you are a portrait painter. Painter for the money, "I said to him to hunt up the wall. "Only during business hours." He grinned broadly. "Then I'm Nero, Judas, Louis XIV and the Emperor of Japan. I have a particularly rich secret life, Adrian. "

In every culture, Adrian, is the point at which it is saturated, saturated, like a lioness. The lioness with her golden hair and fermenting the entrails. Beautiful from the outside and rotten from the inside, just like the emperors of the last days of the Roman Empire. Beautiful as they were no gods corrupt and how the bastards of Satan. But they recognized beauty. They worshiped beauty, adored her as a dying mistress, for she knew of the near end. And so they gathered feverishly all around, what there was of beauty in the world. A strange beauty, it was sometimes. A burning Christian slave, the torch lit as living a garden party. Myriad of rose petals, like a perfumed flowers blanket the clientele of a Drinking, choked. A tall African slave who pierced them like a cruel Cupid soul and body. Vile, disgusting, shameful beauty. But beauty! Beauty that triumphed in a world full of barbaric move up mediocrity. Nachzitterte like an arrow into a bleeding wound. Beauty, Adrian, the hurt, "

" Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. - The world wants to be deceived, so they cheat "

He said it decided, as if. there are absolutely serious. I admired him. He had enough courage and honor in order to deprive of life. I was not convinced that I had so much self-respect.

Not one of the guys who had brought me had to leave me to reach for the stars. I wanted to go back to the marble tables of the Café Royal, the, in Trops' words, really interesting people. I wanted to be included in its magic circle, would listen to talk, laugh, share their secrets, to put my hand on her shoulder carelessly pass on my cigarette at her, sleep with them if necessary. Everything to really to belong, to be one of them. Someone who could even paint the stars on the bedroom sky.

A soul of a penny has never been another of Twopence.

I knew it. I loved him, has always been that, but I did like him I never want to believe in love. But now it was time to do it anyway. Time for the measles.

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#73

All I wanted was a great life. A fantastic life. A fairy tale life. A life completely free of broken glass, scolding and trouble. Without>> O ... hell \u0026lt;\u0026lt;-feeling. Was that because too much to ask?

Adrian Mayfield, no seventeen years old, loses his job as a shop boy in a menswear shop, and stands on the street without money, without a roof over their head. He first looks for shelter with his father, but of the aged actor and a drunkard, he can expect no help. And most of the homilies and truisms of his strict mother, he is afraid. For Andrian will not spend his life as a slave shop, what he would urge his mother determined. And what is there other ways for a boy like him? Plagued by hunger decides to Adrian, the customer of a men's fashion business to visit, Trops Augustus, who had given the boy during one of his purchases his card. This is a painter, and Adrian offers him to stand for a nice salary model. Trops introduces Adrian in the circle of Oscar Wilde, where he met the painter Vincent Farley, of Adrian will have one of his paintings as a model. Initially Adrian
can rent from the money he gets from Trops and Farley, a cheap room, so he has to eat at least a roof over your head and do something. But he dreams of it rather, a permanent member of Oscar Wild table to be, and belonging. As the holiday season begins and continue his 'friends' in the holidays, remains without Einkommesquellen Adrian back, and sees no other choice but to improve his lifestyle as a prostitute. For money he sells his body to men, at the time a dangerous business, and gets involved with people who have other Einkommesquellen. Panter . Oscar calls it Panter .

I always say that I have nothing left for love stories. And actually that's true too. Especially not when it comes to a inconsequential romance between a man and a woman walks. But this novel has it done to me. First, because it's not about the love between a man and a woman is, but between two men. And secondly, because it is more than just a love story. There is also a story about growing up and self-discovery. Exciting, informative, touching.
In itself, the novel is a rather trivial topic: are the love between a model and the painter, who come from different walks of life, and to make matters worse, even the two men. But the author manages it an exciting and stimulating reading experience to . Make The language of the story is told, is wonderful, in some places gradezu poetic. The characters are lively and lovely, though never perfect. Follow Adrian on its meanders through life, laughs and cries with him, hoping that at some point but he finds his happiness and his life takes no bad end.
The novel has much to offer drama, fathers who push their sons with their hatred to suicide, domestic servants, who in their spare time 'sodomites' beat up in dark alleys, extortionist ... And in between Adrian Mayfield in search of his fairytale life.

I really enjoyed the book, and It can hardly be expected to read the sequel. Even though I'm a little afraid that the story can really come to no good end. We all know how the story ended with Oscar Wilde and Bosie Douglas ...

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It hurts to be betrayed .. especially from people we have since trusted .. trust is hard to grasp .... damn hard, at least for me ....
I was betrayed so many times .. over and over again and I still manage not to protect myself before, but this can probably not change ..
All I can do now is try to keep the damage as small as possible, right?
But how can someone really learn to trust, if you find it again and again, that there are people that trust the seemingly trampling?
We rely on other people, but will then see how they break with promise, a lie, ignore it and just injured, without really thinking about the consequence for the other.

It hurts to be betrayed .. especially the person I trusted ..
I will not name names .. I am just speculating that the person knows she is meant .. Otherwise this action will
run well into the empty .. be pointless .. like all the others try too ..

But it was so beautiful, just think positive and continue to see .. But what if there is more to see anything?
the moment there are hardly any people, friends are really there for me and to whom I can trust unconditionally.
would call here now likely to show who I've talked in the previous paragraph .. so I just hope that these people know that they are addressed at this point.


does hurt to be betrayed .. very ... but it is possible to get used to this kind of pain at some point and live with him, as with all the other pain in life and you must endure?