Jaclyn Moriarty Quotes

...jab aapke pati ne koi kadvi baat kahi thi, toh aapke paas ek chunav karne ka vikalp tha. wo the: ya toh zaalim bano, ya mazboot bano, ya phir mooh phula kar baith jao. 'zaalim bano' aur badle mein koi kadvi baat keh do. 'mazboot bano' aur bura na maanne ka faisla karo. par aisa karne ke liye, aapko apne pyaar ka ek hissa kurbaan karna padta hai. maaf karne ke liye aapko apne pyaar ko thoda kam karna padta hai. kuch samay baad, shayad wo hissa wapas aa jaye, par kabhi-kabhi aisa nahi hota. aur agar aapne pyaar ki saari komalta khatam kar di, toh aapke paas bas ek teekhe kinare wala pyaar bachega. 'mooh phulao' aur bas naaraz raho. naaraz rehna sirf zaalim ya mazboot banne ke faisle ko taalna hai.

...a choice had to be made when your husband said something unkind. Specifically: be cruel, be strong, or sulk. 'Be cruel' by saying an unkind thing back. 'Be strong' by choosing not to mind. But to do this, you have to use up a piece of your love. You have to shave off enough of the love to forgive. After a while, the piece might grow back, but sometimes not. And if you shave off all the soft curves, you'll be left with a sharp-edged love. 'Sulk' by sulking. Sulking is simply delaying the choice to be cruel or strong.

kya aapko poora vishwas hai ki mujhe christina ke peeche jaana chahiye? pichle kuch dino se mujhe lag raha hai ki mujhe shayad yeh koshish chhod deni chahiye. iske alawa, kya aapko aur mujhe pehle ek-dusre ki aankhon mein nahi dekhna chahiye tha? mujhe kaise pata chalega ki christina ko kaise dekhna hai? aur mera kankar marna? wo toh ek tabahi hogi.

Are you sure you want me to go after Christina? Lately I've kind of thought I might just give up on that. Plus, didn't you and I need to gaze into each other's eyes first? How will I know how to gaze at Christina? And my pebble kicking? Disaster.

brookfield high school. main aapki call kahan transfer karoon? ji nahi, sir, yeh kooda daalne wali machine nahi hai, lagta hai aapne galat number dial kar diya hai.

Brookfield High School. How may I direct your call? No, sir, this is not a waste- disposal unit, I'm afraid you have the wrong number.

pyare anjaan shakhs, sabse pehli baat jo main kehna chahti hoon woh yeh hai ki mujhe dalia (oatmeal) se nafrat hai. mujhe sach mein isse nafrat hai. aur aap jaante hain kya? agar aapko dalia thoda sa bhi pasand hai? mera matlab hai zara sa bhi? jaise maan lijiye aap himalaya mein kho gaye hain, theek hai, aur aapne lagbhag saat saal se ek mars bar ke alawa kuch nahi khaya hai, theek hai, aur aapko bahut thand lag rahi hai aur aapki ungliyan gir rahi hain, theek hai, aur aap is chattane ke peeche dekhte hain, aur wahan dalia ka yeh katora rakha hai? maan lijiye aap dalia khane ke baare mein sochte bhi hain? toh bas, mujhe likhne ki zahmat mat uthaiye, theek hai?

Dear Complete and Utter Stranger, The first thing that I have to say is that I hate oatmeal. I really hate it. And you know what? If you like oatmeal at all? I mean even the tiniest bit? I mean, say you were lost in the Himalayas, right, and you hadn't eaten anything except a Mars Bar for about seven years, right, and you're really cold and your fingers are all dropping off, right, and you look behind this rock, and there's this bowl of oatmeal? Say you would even think about eating the oatmeal? Well, JUST DON'T BOTHER WRITING TO ME, OKAY?

emily: tum ek hi samay par bol aur type nahi kar sakti, bindy! bindy: mujhe karke dekhne do.

Emily: YOU CAN'T SPEAK AND TYPE AT THE SAME TIME, BINDY! Bindy: Watch me.

...unke mata-pita saptahant par ek sammelan mein ja rahe the. us sammelan ka naam tha "vakeel hote hain pyaare, mahaan aur shaandar: toh phir sabhi ko kyun lagta hai ki ve jhoothe, lalachu aur gande hain?" aur mr thomson ek bhashan de rahe the jiska naam tha "vakeelon ko doctoron jitna lokpriya banane ke das tarike."

...Her parents were going to a conference for the weekend. The conference was called "Lawyers are Lovely, Great and Superb: so Why Does Everyone Think that They are Liars, Greedy and Scum?" and Mr Thomson was doing a speech called "Ten Tips to Make Lawyers as Popular as Doctors.

uski twacha tarbood ki tarah peeli pad chuki hai jiska saara ras nichod liya gaya ho.

Her skin is pale as watermelon sucked free of its juices.

mujhe wo tv show bilkul pasand nahi hain jahan kirdar kisi ek cheez ke baare mein baat karte hain, jaise operation theatre mein apna mareez (maan lijiye ve doctor hain), tab aapko ehsaas hota hai ki ve asal mein apne baare mein baat kar rahe hain. mareez ki open-heart surgery unke apne kharab dil ya kisi aur cheez ke aage kuch bhi nahi hai. yeh swarth hai. aur iska matlab hai ki ve dhyan nahi de rahe hain, jo ki chikitsiya laparwahi hai.

I hate those TV shows where characters talk about one thing, such as their patient on the operation table (let's say they're a doctor), then you realize they're actually talking about actually talking about themselves. The patient's open-heart surgery is nothing compared to their own messed-up heart or whatever. It's selfish. And means they're not concentrating, which is medical negligence.

main aasha karti hoon ki aaj aap behtar mehsus kar rahe honge. agar aap mar chuke hain toh kripya mujhe kaam par phone karein.

I hope you feel better today. Please ring me at work if you are dead.

door se mujhe uski nangi taangein pasand hain. jab wo kisi swimming pool ke paas khadi hoti hai. jab wo paani ki taraf mooh karke kuch soch rahi hoti hai. uski taangein tarbood ke chilke jaisi safed hoti hain, thand ki wajah se neele rang ki nasein dikh rahi hoti hain. ghutno ke peeche wo 'h' aakar ki akriti banti hai. swimming pool ke thande paani se wo 'h' halka sa kaanpne lagta hai.

I love her bare legs from a distance. When she's standing by a pool. When she's facing the water, thinking. Her legs are white as watermelon rind, veined blue from cold. There's that 'H' shape behind her knees. The H trembles softly with the swimming-water cold.

meri zindagi bigad chuki hai, main uljan mein hoon, sab kuch azaad-abhaar ho gaya hai, main tezi se niche gir rahi hoon, barbad ho rahi hoon.

I'm screwed up, mixed up, messed around, dive-bombing, crashing and burning.

kal raat maine roshni mein aapka naam dekha. aadhi raat ka samay hai, aur main so nahi pa rahi hoon, apne saare bade-bade vicharon ke baare mein soch rahi hoon, aur main bistar se uthti hoon, parde kholti hoon, aur taron se bhari raat ko dekhti hoon, aur aap jaante hain maine kya dekha? aapka naam. jaise taron ne judkar mere liye wo shabd likh diya ho. kisi ishare ki tarah.

I saw your name in lights last night. It's the middle of the night, and I can't sleep, thinking all my trumpeting thoughts, and I get out of bed, open the curtains, and look into the night full of stars, and you know what I saw? Your name. Like the stars joined up and spelled the word for me. Like a sign.

jeevan mein aage badhte rehne ki bajaye pagal ya gussa hona kahin zyada aasan hota hai.

It's a lot easier to be crazy or mad than to just get on with living.

yeh ek aisi aapa-dhaapi hai jo khatam hi nahi hoti. yeh us washing machine ki tarah hai jiska dhakkan jaam ho gaya ho. -christina kratovac (pg 53)

It's a vicious cycle. It's like a washing machine with the lid jammed down. -Christina Kratovac (pg 53)

main apne english class ke ladko ko soongh raha tha (itni had tak jitna mera gala kate bina sambhav ho sake), par unki khushboo waisi hi thi jaisi hamesha hoti hai: peron aur testicles jaisi. freesias ke phoolon ke ulat. main unhe aur nahi soonghna chahta, lyd. - seb ka lyd ko patra.

I've been sniffing out the guys in my English class (to the extent that this is possible without getting my throat cut), but they smell the same way they always do: like feet and testicles. As opposed to freesias. I don't want to keep sniffing them, Lyd. - Letter from Seb to Lyd.

main abhi raat ke khane ke liye kuch aloo chheel rahi thi aur wo sab dekhne mein bilkul saaf aur safed aloo lag rahe the jab tak maine unhe beech se nahi kaata. ek-ek karke sabhi ke andar sad hua, gra rang ka hissa tha. [. . .] mujhe lag raha hai ki poori duniya kaali, sadan bhari aur buri hai. yahan tak ki jab yeh bahar se saaf dikhti hai, toh wo ek jhoot hota hai, kyunki aap kisi par bharosa nahi kar sakte - andar se yeh phaphudi jaisi hoti hai. [. . .] toh dekhiye, kabhi kuch achha nahi hone wala, aur jo koi bhi kehta hai ki hoga, wo aapse jhoot bol raha hai.

I was just peeling some potatoes for dinner and they all looked like crisp white potatoes until I cut them in half. Every single one had a rotten, gray core. [. . .] I feel like the whole world is black, rotting, and evil. Even when it looks crisp on the outside, that's a lie, because you can't trust anything - on the inside it's nothing like mold. [. . .] So, see, nothing good is ever going to happen, and anyone who says it is, is lying to you.

mere pita, unhe main kabhi nahi jaanti thi, sivae is ek baar ke jab unhone ek gend phenki aur mujhe use uthakar laane ko kaha. "papa," maine kaha. "kya main ek kutta hoon?" "lydian," unhone kaha. "main maafi chahta hoon."

My father, I never knew, except for this one time when he threw a ball and told me to go fetch it. "Dad," I said. "Am I a dog?" "Lydia," he said. "I apologize.

p.p.s. aur tum bol sakti ho. "bas ek shabd kaho." bas ek shabd kaho? yeh kis tarah ka aadesh hai? tum mujhse kaun sa shabd bulwana chahti ho waise? bewakoof? emily ka charles ko patra.

P.P.S. AND YOU CAN TALK. "Just say the word." JUST SAY THE WORD? What kind of expression is that? WHAT WORD WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SAY ANYWAY? MORON? Letter from Emily to Charles.

aarsi (irish) log bhi aapas mein zyada acche se nahi rehte the. main janti hoon ki mukhya samasya yeh thi ki ve catholics se nafrat karte the. aap iske liye unhe dosh nahi de sakte. agar main sahi samjhi hoon, toh catholics garbhnirodhak mein vishwas nahi karte. toh, aap jaante hi hain, ki sex aaramdayak nahi hota.

The Irish people didn't get on that well with each other either. They hated the Catholics, was the main issue, as I see. You can't blame them for that. If I understand correctly, Catholics do not believe in contraception. So, you know, sex is not relaxing.

स्कूल के बेसमेंट में गैस लीक हो गई है। घबराने की कोई ज़रूरत नहीं है। यह बस एक गैस लीक है जिससे किसी भी वक्त धमाका हो सकता है। कृपया फायर ड्रिल के नियमों का पालन करते हुए सभी लोग ओवल मैदान में पहुँचें। - पी.ए. पर चार्ली की आवाज़

THERE IS A GAS LEAK IN THE BASEMENT OF THE SCHOOL. THERE IS NO NEED TO PANIC. IT IS JUST A GAS LEAK WHICH MAY LEAD TO AN EXPLOSION AT ANY MOMENT. PLEASE ALL GO TO THE OVAL, AS PER THE FIRE DRILLS. -Charlie on the P.A.

मैं चाहता हूँ कि आप सब यह करें। मैं चाहता हूँ कि आप एक नया डॉक्यूमेंट खोलें और अपनी ज़िंदगी की तीन समस्याओं की एक सूची बनाएँ। ब्रह्मांड की समस्याओं की नहीं - अपनी खुद की। उसके नीचे, उनके समाधान लिखें। बेले ने कहा, "अगर हम समाधान जानते हैं, तो वे समस्याएँ नहीं हैं।" डेनी ने कहा, "बिल्कुल। आप अपनी ज़्यादातर समस्याओं के जवाब पहले से जानते हैं। कहीं गहराई में, आप जानते हैं।"

This is what I want you all to do. I want you to open a new document and type up a list of three problems in your life. Not the universe's life - your own. Underneath, type the solutions." "If we know the solutions," said Belle, "they're not problems." "Exactly," said Denny. "You do know the answers to most of your problems. Somewhere deep inside, you know.

खैर, सबसे पहले आपको बहुत, बहुत मज़ाकिया होना होगा। मैंने महसूस किया है कि एक लड़के के लिए मज़ाकिया होना बहुत ज़रूरी है। वरना, एक लड़के का क्या मतलब?

Well, first you have to be very, very funny. I have realized that it is essential for a boy to be funny. Otherwise, what is the point in a boy?

इसका क्या मतलब है?" एमिली ने धीमी, घबराई हुई आवाज़ में कहा: "अगर बारिश से पहले इंद्रधनुष दिखाई दे, तो इसका क्या मतलब होता है?"

What does it mean?" Emily said, in a low, panicked voice: "What does it mean if a rainbow comes before rain?

आप अपनी ज़्यादातर समस्याओं के जवाब पहले से जानते हैं। कहीं गहराई में, आप जानते हैं।

You do know the answers to most of your problems. Somewhere deep inside, you know.

तुम इतने अजीब बनकर मुझे घबरा रहे हो। लेकिन तुम्हारी यही अजीबियत मुझे तुम्हारी पसंद है।

You're making me nervous by being so weird. But your weirdness is what I like about you.