ellauri005.html on line 1664: Mmm, mmm, honey what´s the matter now?
ellauri035.html on line 127: Steals up the honey from the nenuphar.
ellauri035.html on line 301: Wanton as water, honeyed with eagerness.
ellauri037.html on line 362: Precious little angel, mommy's sunshine, honeybun,
ellauri051.html on line 1201: 608 Steep'd amid honey'd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death, 608 jyrkkä hunajaisen morfiinin keskellä, henkitorveni kuristettu kuoleman väärennöksissä,
ellauri051.html on line 1325: 725 Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey, where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tail; 725 Missä mustakarhu etsii juuria tai hunajaa, missä majava taputtelee mutaa melan muotoisella hännällään;
ellauri052.html on line 204: A manifold honey to smear his face,
ellauri053.html on line 1375: That September, Yeats proposed to 25-year-old Georgie Hyde-Lees (1892–1968), known as George, whom he had met through Olivia Shakespear. Despite warnings from her friends—"George ... you can't. He must be dead"—Hyde-Lees accepted, and the two were married on 20 October. Their marriage was a success, in spite of the age difference, and in spite of Yeats's feelings of remorse and regret during their honeymoon. The couple went on to have two children, Anne and Michael. Although in later years he had romantic relationships with other women, Georgie herself wrote to her husband "When you are dead, people will talk about your love affairs, but I shall say nothing, for I will remember how proud you were of them."
ellauri100.html on line 804: In tones as smooth as honey,
ellauri100.html on line 826: Sweeter than honey from the rock,
ellauri100.html on line 903: Fetch’d in honey, milk’d the cows,
ellauri100.html on line 1002: Fetch’d honey, kneaded cakes of wheat,
ellauri100.html on line 1128: White with blossoms honey-sweet
ellauri100.html on line 1274: Their fruits like honey to the throat
ellauri131.html on line 359: In 1978, he married Georgia Lee Noble, with whom he had one son, Christopher. They divorced in 1999. He married Inga Marie Mahoney in 2001, and is stepfather to her children, Travesty and Riley.
ellauri198.html on line 804: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, 9 papuriviä on mulla siellä plus mettiäisten pesä,
ellauri203.html on line 231: To begin with, Dostoevsky only saw practicality in his marriage to Snitkina: he was in need of stability and confidence in the future. As a result, the union began down to head along the same route as his previous relationships. However, the couple’s extended “honeymoon” abroad, which ended up lasting four years, allowed them to escape Russia’s oppressive atmosphere and try to build a family. It began well: Sonya, a little girl, was born a year after their marriage. Tragedy soon struck, however, when Sonya passed away. The pair went on to have three more children, one of whom also died. They were married for 14 years until Dostoevsky’s death, in which time Snitkina experienced a great deal of anguish brought on by Dostoevsky’s difficult character and lifestyle, namely his jealousy and gambling addiction. However, she remained stoically committed to him and did not remarry after his death, when she was just 35.
ellauri213.html on line 335: In theory, San Francisco State University President Lynn Mahoney is correct in stating that a university is a place where different ideas are presented, discussed and analyzed so that individual conclusions can be drawn. But does that justify giving an unrepentant terrorist a forum to address the students? What will she teach them? The proper way to hijack an aircraft, based on her success in 1969, and what mistakes to avoid based on her failure in 1970? When I was a student in university, I often faced new ideas that ran contrary to my beliefs. But these perspectives were presented by knowledgeable, respectable academics. Some were Nobel Prize winners. None were terrorists. Most of them were Jews.
ellauri223.html on line 84: Capt. Their food consists of flesh, butter, honey, cheese, garden herbs, and vegetables of various kinds. They were unwilling at first to slay animals, because it seemed cruel; but thinking afterward that is was also cruel to destroy herbs which have a share of sensitive feeling, they saw that they would perish from hunger unless they did an unjustifiable action for the sake of justifiable ones, and so now they all eat meat. Nevertheless, they do not kill willingly useful animals, such as oxen and horses. They observe the difference between useful and harmful foods, and for this they employ the science of medicine. They always change their food. First they eat flesh, then fish, then afterward they go back to flesh, and nature is never incommoded or weakened. The old people use the more digestible kind of food, and take three meals a day, eating only a little. But the general community eat twice, and the boys four times, that they may satisfy nature. The length of their lives is generally 100 years, but often they reach 200.
ellauri236.html on line 468: “For the love of Mike, don’t start that all over again. I’ve enough worries without you adding to them. Why don’t you get smart, honey? A girl with your looks and your shape could hook a millionaire like Blandish. Why waste your time and talents on a loser like me? I’ll tell you something: I’ll always be broke. It’s a tradition in the family. My grandfather was a bankrupt. My father was a pauper. My uncle was a miser: he went crazy because he couldn’t find any money to mise over.”
ellauri241.html on line 144: Came, as through bubbling honey, for Love´s sake, tulivat kuin kuplivan hunajan läpi, Rakkauden tähden,
ellauri241.html on line 223: Bloomed, and gave up her honey to the lees. kukki ja luovutti hunajansa tuolle kakalle.
ellauri241.html on line 1003: Will put choice honey for a favoured youth:
ellauri243.html on line 600: Military Wiki David J. Mahoney Quote
ellauri243.html on line 604: 
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ellauri243.html on line 606: NEW YORK, NY - MARCH 8: David J. Mahoney and his wife, Hildegarde "Hillie" Merrill Mahoney, are photographed at 'Night of 100 Stars' event March 8, 1982 in New York City. Mr. Mahoney is the chairman of the Norton Simon conglomerate which includes Hunt´s ketchup, Max Factor´s cosmetics, and Johnnie Walker´s Scotch.
ellauri243.html on line 610: David Joseph Mahoney Jr. (May 17, 1923 – May 1, 2000) was an American business leader, philanthropist and author. He joined a passionate community of people who love what you love.
ellauri243.html on line 611: His father, David Mahoney Sr., was an Irish immigrant construction crane operator in Bronx. Mahoney´s mother, Loretta Cahill, was a telephone operator with New York Bell.
ellauri243.html on line 613: In 1951 he went into business forming an advertising agency, David J. Mahoney, Inc. The company managed advertising for eight companies, including Exzema, White Rock and Good Humor. Mahoney sold his agency in 1956 and became President of Good Humor, and became President of Canada Dry in 1966.
ellauri243.html on line 614: In 1970, Mahoney was appointed a U.S. Chairman of the President Richard Nixon Fan Club, an exclusive online community of fans and superfans.
ellauri243.html on line 616: Mahoney was married to model Barbara "Barbie" Ann Moore, and the couple had two children. He later married model Hildegarde "Hillie" Merrill, the former Mrs. Arthur C. Merrill, who had two sons from her previous marriage.
ellauri243.html on line 617: Mahoney wrote The Longevity Strategy: How to Live to 100 Using the Brain-Body Connection with Richard Restak, M.D. Foreword by William Safire (!). Mahoney died at 77 on May 1, 2000 at his home in Palm Beach, Florida, of heart failure. So much for longevity. Dave´s brain just disconnected from his body.
ellauri247.html on line 93: Narahdarn, the bat, wanted honey. He watched until he saw a Wurranunnah, or, bee alight. He caught it, stuck a white feather between its hind legs, let it go and followed it. He knew he could see the white feather, and so follow the bee to its nest. He ordered his two wives, of the Bilber tribe, to follow him with wirrees to carry home the honey in. Night came on and Wurranunnah the bee had not reached home. Narahdarn caught him, imprisoned him under bark, and kept him safely there until next morning. When it was light enough to see, Narahdarn let the bee go again, and followed him to his nest, in a gunnyanny tree.
ellauri247.html on line 95: Marking the tree with his combo (stone tomahawk) that he might know it again, he returned to hurry on his wives who were some way behind. He wanted them to come on, climb the tree, and chop out the honey. When they reached the marked tree one of the women climbed up. She called out to Narahdarn that the honey was in a split in the tree. He called back to her to put her hand in and get it out. She put her arm in, but found she could not get it out again. Narahdarn climbed up to help her, but found when he reached her that the only way to free her was to cut off her arm. This he did before she had time to realise what he was going to do, and protest. So great was the shock to her that she died instantly. Narahdarn carried down her lifeless body and commanded her sister, his other wife, to go up, chop out the arm, and get the honey. She protested, declaring the bees would have taken the honey away by now. "Not so," he said; "go at once."
ellauri247.html on line 97: Every excuse she could think of, to save herself, she made. But her excuses were in vain, and Narahdarn only became furious with her for making them, and, brandishing his boondi, drove her up the tree. She managed to get her arm in beside her sister's, but there it stuck and she could not move it. Narahdarn, who was watching her, saw what had happened and followed her up the tree. Finding he could not pull her arm out, in spite of her cries, he chopped it off, as he had done her sister's. After one shriek, as he drove his combo through her arm, she was silent. He said, "Come down, and I will chop out the bees' nest." But she did not answer him, and he saw that she too was dead. Then he was frightened, and climbed quickly down the gunnyanny tree; taking her body to the ground with him, he laid it beside her sister's, and quickly he hurried from the spot, taking no further thought of the honey. What a piece of shit.
ellauri247.html on line 99: As he neared his camp, two little sisters of his wives ran out to meet him, thinking their sisters would be with him, and that they would give them a taste of the honey they knew they had gone out to get. But to their surprise Narahdarn came alone, and as he drew near to them they saw his arms were covered with blood. And his face had a fierce look on it, which frightened them from even asking where their sisters were. They ran and told their mother that Narahdarn had returned alone, that he looked fierce and angry, also his arms were covered with blood. Out went the mother of the Bilbers, and she said, "Where are my daughters, Narahdarn? Forth went they this morning to bring home the honey you found. You come back alone. You bring no honey. Your look is fierce, as of one who fights, and your arms are covered with blood. Tell me, I say, where are my daughters?"
ellauri294.html on line 49: For being such a good girl honey
ellauri321.html on line 137: Whenever I go abroad it is always involuntary. I never return home without feeling some pleasing emotion, which I often suppress as useless and foolish. The instant I enter on my own land, the bright idea of property, of exclusive right, of independence exalt my mind. Precious soil, I say to myself, by what singular custom of law is it that thou wast made to constitute the riches of the freeholder? What should we American farmers be without the distinct possession of that soil? It feeds, it clothes us, from it we draw even a great exuberancy, our best meat, our richest drink, the very honey of our bees comes from this privileged spot. No wonder we should thus cherish its possession, no wonder that so many Europeans who have never been able to say that such portion of land was theirs, cross the Atlantic to realize that happiness. this is what may be called the true and the only philosophy of an American farmer. He is like a cock perhaps, arrayed with the most majestic plumes, tender to its mate, bold, courageous, endowed with an astonishing instinct to fuck, with thoughts, with memory, and every distinguishing characteristic of the reason of man. I really enjoy killing all my animals, like doves, my record is fourteen dozen.
ellauri353.html on line 291: Muting on weekends active we were married we had two alternatives. I could get out my job and move to New York. And Private get it there and be able to come back to Washington and. As my boss who I'm sure wasn't serious suggested. I gave up my job and your actively expanded to like full summer. On our honeymoon and marrying. We said. We've returned to New York. Settle down and I got a temporary God. It was interesting for a while but was not very exciting. While we were both working we shared the house work. Until we could afford to hire a part. And there we never sat down and decided what the housework was man's And what part was woman's work there was work to be done. And whoever could do it at the right time period. But that always reminds me of the discussion that Milton had with my young nephew who was visiting with us from years later.
ellauri369.html on line 359: As a boy, Teufelsdröckh was left in a basket on the doorstep of a childless couple in the German country town of Entepfuhl ("Duck-Pond"); his father a retired sergeant of Frederick the Great and his mother a very pious woman, who to Teufelsdröckh´s gratitude, raises him in utmost spiritual discipline. In very flowery language, Teufelsdröckh recalls at length the values instilled in his idyllic childhood, the Editor noting most of his descriptions originating in intense spiritual pride. Teufelsdröckh eventually is recognized as being clever, and sent to Hinterschlag (slap-behind) Gymnasium. While there, Teufelsdröckh is intellectually stimulated, and befriended by a few of his teachers, but frequently bullied by other students. His reflections on this time of his life are ambivalent: glad for his education, but critical of that education´s disregard for actual human activity and character, as regarding both his own treatment and his education´s application to politics. While at University, Teufelsdröckh encounters the same problems, but eventually gains a small teaching post and some favour and recognition from the German nobility. While interacting with these social circles, Teufelsdröckh meets a woman he calls Blumine (Goddess of Flowers; the Editor assumes this to be a pseudonym), and abandons his teaching post to pursue her. She spurns his advances for a British aristocrat named Towgood. Teufelsdröckh is thrust into a spiritual crisis, and leaves the city to wander the European countryside, but even there encounters Blumine and Towgood on their honeymoon. He sinks into a deep depression, culminating in the celebrated Everlasting No, disdaining all human activity. Still trying to piece together the fragments, the Editor surmises that Teufelsdröckh either fights in a war during this period, or at least intensely uses its imagery, which leads him to a "Centre of Indifference", and on reflection of all the ancient villages and forces of history around him, ultimately comes upon the affirmation of all life in "The Everlasting Yea". The Editor, in relief, promises to return to Teufelsdröckh´s book, hoping with the of his assembled biography to glean some new insight into the philosophy. Wow, sounds a lot like Carlyle´s personal biography, lightly camouflaged?
xxx/ellauri076.html on line 150: Who calls you honey, most every day? Kekä sanoo sua hunajaxi melkein päivittäin?
xxx/ellauri122.html on line 914: Ender suffers greatly from the isolation, rivalry, pressure, and fear that's present in this artificial community of young soldiers. Never even heard of this piece of shit. Sounds like the teenage girlie assassin series that had a honeysucking film based on it, Hunger Games. Insect like aliens, my foot. Termite like monkeys are much worse.
xxx/ellauri122.html on line 1070: Summer (honey blonde, competitive health freak, adhd)
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 1029: "honey"), when "I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 601: For he on honey-dew hath fed, Sillä hän on maistanut hyvää mehua,
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 817: And honey wild, and manna dew; Ja hunajaa ja mannapuuroa;
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 406: Upon the honey’d middle of the night, Keskellä yötä tuli niille melkoisia missioita,
xxx/ellauri187.html on line 205: Predictably, the honeymoon didn’t last forever. A row over a letter Rilke wrote to one of Rodin’s contacts without permission in April 1906 aroused Rodin’s suspicion, so he fired Rilke. But an indelible impression was nevertheless left on the poet.
xxx/ellauri195.html on line 314: Educating a beautiful woman is like pouring honey into a fine Swiss watch: everything stops. Kurt Vonnegut
xxx/ellauri224.html on line 178: He supported eugenics and served as one of 16 vice-presidents of the Eugenics Society from 1909 to 1912. In November 1891, at the age of 32, and reportedly still a virgin, Ellis married the English writer and proponent of women's rights Edith Lees. From the beginning, their marriage was unconventional, as Edith Lees was openly bisexual. At the end of the honeymoon, Ellis went back to his bachelor rooms in Paddington. She lived at Fellowship House. Their "open marriage" was the central subject in Ellis's autobiography, My Life. Ellis reportedly had an affair with Margit Spranger.
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 490: After dipping her middle finger into her honey jar, the mother made a little chalk cross on the clanking foreheads of all present, including herself.
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 491: When the mother made a honeyed sign of the cross on the foreheads of her marriageable daughters, she expressed her playful wish: “May Jesus grant that the young men will go after you like the flies go after honey!”
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 493: The mother then dipped garlic into her honey jar and each one present had to taste it. They believed that garlic chased away all pagan and evil spirits and kept them healthy. While giving the garlic to taste, the mother said: “May God grant that you be as smelly as this garlic!”
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 270: Turn sharp with all its honey in our lips. Päivä mene pilalle näin melkein hilloviivalla.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1336: For kisses and the honey-making mouth,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2184: With mother-milk for honey? and this man too,
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 570: Vuonna 1907 Stein tapasi ensimmäisen kerran Alice B. Toklasin (edellä mainittu Tuglas-seuran sihteeri) teellä Michael-veljensä kotona. Naiset muuttivat pian asumaan yhteen, ja heidän yhteiselämänsä kesti lähes 40 vuotta, Steinin kuolemaan saakka. He matkustelivat paljon mutta asuivat pääasiassa Pariisissa, missä he pysyivät myös molempien sotien ajan. Toklas oli Steinille välttämätön: hän oli suojelija, kustantaja, konekirjoittaja ja petikumppani. Hän oli kaikkea, mitä Stein tarvitsi: ”Little Alice B. is the wife for me /... You are my honey honey suckle. / I am your bee”. Steinin kuoleman jälkeen Toklas kirjoitti muistelmateoksen What is Remembered, jossa hän kuittaa elämänsä ennen Steinia hyvin lyhyesti yhdellä lauseella.
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