He looked at me and said, My friend John, when the corn is grown, even before it has ripened, while the milk of its mother earth is in him, and the sunshine has not yet begun to paint him with his gold, the husbandman he pull the ear and rub him between his rough hands, and blow away the green chaff, and say to you, 'Look! He's good corn, he will make a good crop when the time comes.'
O bana baktı ve Arkadaşım John,buğday yetiştiğinde,hatta olgunlaşmadan önce,annesinin sütü toprak onun içindeyken ve güneş ışını onu henüz altın rengine boyamadan dedi,çiftçi başağı çeker ve onu kaba ellerinin arasında ovar ve yeşil samanı üfler ve sana 'Bak o iyi bir buğday,zamanı geldiğinde iyi bir ürün verecek' der..
- What can I do?
- Rub the back of my neck. Right here. I have this incredible knot.
- Is it right here? Is that good? You poor baby. You were affected by this thing, too.
- Ne yapabilirim?
- Boynumun arkasını ov. Tam burayı. İnanlımaz kötü bir düğüm var.
- Burada mı? Böyle iyi mi? Zavallı bebeğim. Bu şeyden de etkilendin.
Fear not; and the God of mercies grant a full gale and a fair entry into His kingdom, which may carry sweetly and swiftly over the bar, that you find not the rub of death. Donald Cargill
I suppose meeting people whether it's in real life and actually shaking their flesh and blood hand or shaking the mystical hand of the character all rub off on you in some way. Janet Suzman
I've realized that being happy is a choice. You never want to rub anybody the wrong way or not be fun to be around, but you have to be happy. When I get logical and I don't trust my instincts - Thats when I get in trouble. Angelina Jolie
It's no secret that in my books I'm trying to make the comic and the serious rub up against each other just as closely and uncomfortably as I can. Richard Russo
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
Roland Barthes
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. Roland Barthes
Painting is the most magical of mediums. The transcendence is truly amazing to me every time I go to a museum and I see how somebody figured another way to rub colored dirt on a flat surface and make space where there is no space or make you think of a life experience. Chuck Close
