Quotes About Names

A few names were known in full, some in part, some not at all. No one cared. Except in clearly unreasonable cases, a soldier was generally called by the name he preferred, or by what he called himself, and no great effort was made to disentangle Christian names from surnames from nicknames.

A princess and a tiger, huh? Such excessive names! Our names mean 'monkey' and 'lewd!' I'm so jealous!

Renji: Hey!! What's the name of your zanpakutou? Ichigo: Huh? The name? I don't do that kind of thing! Do you actually go around naming your swords?

I'm Heed Cosey. And you are?" "Junior. But you can call me June." "Oh, dear," said Heed, and batted her lashes as if someone had spilled red wine on pale velvet: sorry, of course, and no fault, of course, but difficult to clean nonetheless.

To know God's names is to experience His nature, and that level of intimacy is reserved for those who humbly depend on Him. God will not share His glory with another. We must humble ourselves if we really want to know Him. We must realize our insignificance before we can recognize the significance that comes only through Him. We are to hallow His name and His name alone. You can't know His names until you forget your own.

Keiner der Namen kam mir auch nur im entferntesten bekannt vor. Gideon: 'Keiner der Namen kommt ihr auch nur im entferntesten bekannt vor!' Himmel! Konnte er etwa Gedanken lesen? Für den Fall, dass er es konnte, sah ich ihn an und dachte mit aller Kraft: Du. Blöder. Angeber.

Ostatní mn? nevidí," ?ekl ten malý duch. ,,Já vím," p?ikývla jsem, ,,Jmenuju se Gwendolyn. A ty?" ,,Pro tebe ješte po?ád doktor White." ,,Jmenuju se Robert," ?ekl duch. ,,To je moc p?kné jméno," konstatovala jsem. ,,D?kuji," ?ekl doktor White, ,,Ty máš zase p?kné žíly.

Sometimes it's enough just to say their names like a rosary, ordinary names linked by nothing but the fact that they belong to men who loved you.

The Latin names of plants blur like belief.

Ah, yes, my—partners." "Misters Wickham and Clyde?" Eugene Harley Esq. cleared his throat. "They don't exist—or rather, not as human beings." "I beg your pardon?" "Those are the names of my cats.

Guys with nice person names try to be sympathetic.

Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names." "Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.

If one could make alive again for other people some cobwebbed skein of old dead intrigues and breathe breath and character into dead names and stiff portraits. That is history to me!

The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back. Speak three names and the man will do the rest. Three lives I will give you - no more, no less, and we're done.

A king had best know the names of his enemies, don't you think?

Ser Gregor, it went, Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei. She ended it with valar morghulis,

Black Wind was Asha's longship. He had not seen his sister in ten years, but that much he knew of her. Odd that she would call it that, when Robb Stark had a wolf named Grey Wind. "Stark is grey and Greyjoy's black," he murmured, smiling, "but it seems we're both windy.

Each night before sleep, she murmured her prayer into her pillow. "Ser Gregor," it went. "Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei." She would have whispered the names of the Freys of the Crossing too, if she had known them. One day I'll know, she told herself, and then I'll kill them all.

All the best swords have names." "Like Ice," she said. She looked at the blade in her hand. "Does this have a name? Oh, tell me." "Can't you guess?" Jon teased. "Your very favorite thing." Arya seemed puzzled at first. Then it came to her. She was that quick. They said it together: "Needle!

Weese," she would whisper, first of all. "Dunsen, Chiswyck, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Gregor, Ser Armory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei." - Arya Stark, A Clash of Kings

Our creator is the same and never changes despite the names given Him by people here and in all parts of the world. Even if we gave Him no name at all, He would still be there, within us, waiting to give us good on this earth.

This is how space begins, with words only, signs traced on the blank page. To describe space: to name it, to trace it, like those portolano-makers who saturated the coastlines with the names of harbours, the names of capes, the names of inlets, until in the end the land was only separated from the sea by a continuous ribbon of text. Is the aleph, that place in Borges from which the entire world is visible simultaneously, anything other than an alphabet?

Who are you?" [Bryce] asked in a hoarse whisper "Nathaniel Gorham." The man waited, expectantly, then his face fell. "You don't recognize it?" Bryce could do no more than shake his head. "Figures. If I'd said George Washington or Benjamin Franklin then you would have perked up. But Nathaniel Gorham? No... My name's right there next to theirs... At the bottom of the Constitution. Big as life, just like Ben's and General Washington's.

I can tell you that I have taken all the names I have found in the newspapers and looked them up myself. I didn't find a single one of these names. This Mafia boss, this politician, Osama bin Laden. None of them have accounts here, nor are they delegates to accounts.