Cytaty po angielsku

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Myślę, że w naszym dziale cytatów nie może zabraknąć miejsca na cytaty po angielsku. Na pewno nie raz spotkaliśmy się z anglojęzycznymi powiedzeniami, które po przetłumaczeniu na nasz ojczysty traciły sporo swoistego uroku...
oto moje ulubione:

“Life is 10% what you make it and 90% how you take it…”

po przetłumaczeniu na polski pewnie dużo by stracił.

I jeszcze jeden:

"Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth." - Mark Twain

i jeszcze ostatni.. Embarassed

"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today." James Dean

a teraz miejsce dla Was

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Moje ulubione:
*"A bad woman is a sort of woman a man never gets tired of"

*"A classic is something that everybody wants to have read and nobody wants to read"

*"A room without books is a body without soul."

*"If you have many friends you probably have little time."

*"In Rome do as Romans do."

*"Instead of loving your enemies treat your friends a little better. "

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Kolejne moim zdaniem piękne cytaty po angielsku:

"I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

"solitude affects some people like wine, they must not take too much of it, for it flies to the head"
- samotność działa na niektórych ludzi jak wino, nie powinni zażywać jej zbyt wiele, bo im uderza do głowy

"I like work. It fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours"
- lubię pracę. Praca mnie fascynuje. Mogę siedzieć i patrzeć na nią
godzinami.

Z tym ostatnim utożsamiam się maksymalnie Wink

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Demon Moon by Meljean Brook:

"He couldn't stop her--didn't want to stop her, but she couldn't do this to him, couldn't, not without...
Good God, she'd made him come in his pants."

I tekst Acherona Kenyon.

"I'm the top of the food chain and well, you're the food"

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Świetny fragment Bayou moon:
“Advocates, rise,” Clyde barked.
The blond woman stood up and so did Kaldar.
The judge’s massive eyebrows crept up. “Kaldar. Are you the one speaking for the plaintiff today?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Well, shit,” Dobe said. “I guess you’re familiar with the law. You hit it over the head, set its house on fire, and got its sister pregnant.”
A huge grin sparked on Kaldar’s face. “Thank you, Your Honor.”
The blonde cleared her throat. “With all due respect, Judge, this man isn’t qualified to serve as an advocate. He’s a convicted felon.”
Dobe’s gaze settled on the blond woman. “I don’t know you. Clyde, do you know her?”
“No, Judge.”
“There you have it. We don’t know you.”

jeszcze ten:

That had to be the craziest thing he’d heard. At some point they must’ve looked around and said,“Hey, what do we have a shitload of?”
“Mud! It’s cold and wet. I know, let’s burn it!”
“Well, it ain’t good for nothing else.”
What

the hell? He supposed if fish could have legs, then mud could burn. Spider or no Spider, if their cats started flying, he would be out of here like a rocket.

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"Oh I don't have enemies. I eat them."

Simi jest cudowna.

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Również z Bayou Moon^^:

A loud hoarse baying erupted from a dozen furry throats. William tensed. Some dogs didn’t mind his scent, but most reacted as they should when a wolf walked into their territory. They fought him for dominance and lost.
Hi, Cerise, sorry your dogs attacked me and I slaughtered the lot of them, but good news, now you have lots of nice pelts . . .

oraz:

“I see,” Richard said. “So you’re our guest and ally, then, Lord Sandine?”
“Just William will do, and yes.”
“Welcome to the Rathole. A word of caution, William. If you betray us, we will murder you.”
Ha! “I’ll take it under advisement.”
“A couple of days in our company and you may view it as the superior option.”

oraz^^:

Cough kept coming, a lopsided canine grin on his furry face and not a thought in his head. If the dog could hum, he’d be singing “La-la-la!” in tune with his footsteps.
Cough sauntered over to him.
William pressed against the wall. No bullets. So far, so good.
Cough clenched, and vomited something chunky onto the grass.
Terrific.
The big dog sat on his haunches and looked at William with a perplexed expression on his face.
“Well, eat it back up,” William hissed. “Don’t waste it.”
Cough gave a tiny whine.
“I’m not eating your puke.”
Cough panted at him.
“No.”

ORAZ (ostatnie, obiecuję! xD):

“Aunt Pete panicked everybody. She thought you might have done something rash.”
William stood on the rail. The damn thing was two inches wide. He padded along it like it was solid ground and made some shooing motions at Kaldar’s back.
She tried to ignore him. “I never do anything rash.”
William mouthed, “Bullshit.”
“She saw you leave with the blueblood.”
Cerise raised her eyebrows. “I had myself a nice long cry and then I fell asleep in the chair. Did you expect to find me on the floor, making out with him half-naked?”
William nodded several times, a big grin painted on his face.
“I wouldn’t put it past you,” Kaldar said. “Or him. Who knows what the hell he might do?”
William made a cutting motion across his throat.
“He might kill you if you’re not careful,” she told him.
“Who, Will? We’re the best of friends.”
William rolled his eyes.
“Thick as thieves, I’m sure,” she mumbled.
“If you do decide to make out with him, try to get caught,” Kaldar said. “Easier to rope him into marriage that way.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Kaldar mmmm Very Happy

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Nie wiem na jakim etapie serii Dark-Hunter jesteście dziewczyny, ale jeśli znacie już Savitara to zrozumiecie humor tego fragmentu:
Savitar indicated the seat to her left that was empty. "That's where the Arcadian jaguar Regis used to sit. Notice no one's there now."
The woman frowned as she saw it. " What

happened to him?"
"He pissed me off."
She looked confused by that. "Why hasn't one of the other jaguars taken his place?"
"He pissed me off… big-time."
Paris leaned over to whisper loudly, "There aren't any Arcadian jaguars left. Savitar destroyed their entire bloodline."

Osobiście uwielbiam Savitara, Ash spadł z piedestału Smile

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"Don't knock on the devil's door, unless you want me to open it"

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Megic Bleeds:

His hand caressed my shoulder, then my back. It was a deceptively casual caress, and it made me want to rub myself against him. He leaned in closer and kissed me. His teeth grazed my lower lip. He kissed my chin and began working his way down my neck. Mmmm . . .
“I read lions can have sex thirty times a day,” I murmured.
He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but it only lasts half a minute. Would you prefer the twenty-second special?”
I rolled my eyes. “ What

woman could pass on that offer?”
His hand cupped my breast. His fingers brushed my nipple and I shivered.
“I'm not all lion,” Curran said. “But I do bounce back quickly.”
“How quickly?”
He shrugged. “Two minutes.”
Oh, boy.
“I do slow down eventually,” he said. “After the first couple of hours or so.”
Couple of hours . . . I slid my hand down his chest to his stomach, feeling the hard ridges of muscle. I'd wanted to do that for so long. “It's good that we have a whole box of condoms.”
He laughed low, like a satiated predatory cat, and swung me on top of him.

I OPENED MY EYES, SAW LIGHT, AND JERKED UP-RIGHT.
The magic was still down. Thank the universe.
The bed was back in its rightful place. Oh, good. I'd dreamed the whole thing up.
Curran walked into the room. He wore Pack sweatpants he must've gotten out of my closet and nothing else. Toned muscle bulged on his chest and arms, hardened by constant exertion.
He had the build of a man who fought for his life—neither too bulky, nor too lean, a perfect combination of strength and supple quickness.
And he grinned like a man who'd had a rather long and exciting night.
Nope. Not a dream.
I did sleep with him. Dear God.
Curran's gray eyes laughed at me. “Morning.”
“Tell me I'm still sleeping.”
He showed me the edge of his teeth. “No.”
I lay back down and pulled the sheet on top of me. I couldn't have been that reckless.
“It's too late for that,” he said. “I've already seen everything. Actually I'm pretty sure I've already touched and tasted everything, too.”
“I just need a moment to cope with this.”
“Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.”
That was what I was afraid of.

;]

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“War is hell.” —William Tecumseh Sherman

“Sherman was totally my bitch.” —War

- Eternal Rider - Larissa Ione

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"C’est moi, c’est moi,’tis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn’t know if he’d catch the reference. I shouldn’t have worried.
Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere."
— Patricia Briggs (Moon Called)

"Honey, that man would do anything to keep you. Lie, steal, cheat, kill, clean up after himself, and do laundry."
— Alisa Sheckley (Moonburn)

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Commit a sin twice and it will not seem to you a crime - popełnij zły uczynek dwa razy, a przestaniesz go uważać za grzech.

Conscience: another man within me who is angry with me - sumienie: inny człowiek we mnie, który jest na mnie zły.

Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he doesn't show to anybodyis.

Safina

Ostatnio kilka cytatów mnie powaliło:

Shelly Laurenston - "Go Fetch!"

“It’s that guy, huh? Masters of the Universe’s He-Man.”
Miki had such geek friends. She’d already heard Conall referred to as Wolverine, The Punisher, Captain America and, her personal favorite, “One of those blond German guys from Die Hard”.
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“Oh, come on. I’m surprised the guy didn’t piss on your leg this morning when he saw you talking to Troy. And it’s been quite entertaining watching him watch you. While you do your damn best to ignore him.”
Kenny came up behind her. “ What

’s going on?”
“I’m drunk and Miki’s got Conan the Barbarian on her butt.”
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“I wouldn’t worry.” She motioned toward her husband. “I stabbed him in the leg and set his Mercedes on fire before I agreed to marry him. She just needs time.”

Uwielbiam żonę Nilesa Van Holtz. Smile

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“Look,” some chick named Mindy cut in. “This gets us nowhere. We should just ask her if she loves him.”
They all turned to her.
Miki stared at them. She had just admitted this truth to herself. She wasn’t sure she was ready to announce it to a room full of strangers.
Sara reached over and handed Miki a piece of chocolate. “It’s got walnuts.”
Miki took the chocolate and stared at it. “Thanks.”
“You love him, don’t you, Mik?”
With an anguished groan, Miki shoved the chocolate in her mouth and put her head back on the table.
“There’s no shame in loving Thor.” And she could hear the humor in Sara’s voice. “He’s the god of thunder."
* * *
“I think we’re avoiding the most important question here. What

matters most. What

means the most to men like us.”
Conall growled at Billy Dunwich’s sincere face. “I am not telling you if she swallows.”
Dunwich smiled. “Just tell me if she’s a good girl…or if she’s a very good girl?”