Lingua Franca Quotes

Hip-hop, this thing we love that loves us back, is our lingua franca. ~ Raquel Cepeda

By the time they passed Malindi in the early-afternoon hours, Munroe could feel the syntax, the grammar, the resonance of patterns of the country's lingua franca beginning to form, could feel the tension relaxing now that the key to the aural lock had been handed over, and soon enough, over time and of its own accord, her ability to speak would grow and she would rapidly become more and more fluent.

This same poisonous gift - this savant like ability to visualize the way the words configured into shapes - had defined her life and turned her into what she was now. Without language, there would have been no gunrunning, without gunrunning no nights in the jungle fighting off the worst of human predators, without the nights, no instinct of self-preservation and the speed and the need to kill that had marked her every moment, waking and sleeping, since. ~ Taylor Stevens

English is the largest of human tongues, with several times the vocabulary of the second largest language
this alone made it inevitable that English would eventually become, as it did, the lingua franca of this planet, for it is thereby the richest and most flexible
despite its barbaric accretions ... or, I should say, because of its barbaric accretions. English swallows up anything that comes its way, makes English out of it. ~ Robert A. Heinlein

The O. Henry has become lingua franca among writers for saying, 'That guy can write a story.' It's prestigious, respected, coveted, dreamed about. It's very satisfying to be included in this group of writers. Here's a koan: Could O. Henry win an O. Henry? ~ Tony D'Souza

It's called obfuscation in the interest of deniability. You might say it's our lingua franca. ~ Robert Ludlum

Throughout one's life, time addresses man in a variety of languages: in those of innocence, love, faith, experience, history, fatigue, cynicism, guilt, decay, etc. Of those, the language of love is clearly the lingua franca. Its vocabulary absorbs all the other tongues, and its utterance gratifies a subject, however inanimate it may be. Also, by being thus uttered, a subject acquires an ecclesiastical, almost sacred denomination, echoing both the way we perceive the objects of our passions and the Good Book's suggestion as to what God is. Love is essentially an attitude maintained by the infinite toward the finite. The reversal constitutes either faith or poetry. Akhmatova's ~ Joseph Brodsky

A war-like lot, to be sure, bent on their own glory, 'paying lip-service' – she loved that English phrase – to Cultural Respect, but not really caring about it. ~ Carole McDonnell

The name Urdu, by which this language is usually known, is said to be of Turkish origin, and means literally "camp." But the Moghuls of India first introduced it in the precincts of the Imperial camp; so that as Urdu-i-muali (High or Supreme Camp) came to be a synonym for new Dehli after Shahjahan had made it his permanent capital, so Urdu-ki-zaban meant the lingua franca spoken at Dehli. ~ H.G. Keene

You're easy to love, Nicki. So damn easy to love. I can't get enough of you. ~ Franca Storm

Giving back is the new luxury, ~ Franca Sozzani

I have sworn with my tongue, but my mind is unsworn.
[Lat., Juravi lingua, mentem injuratem gero.] ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero

And all that time, Franca contained in her breast a storm of anguish and violence so terrible that she had at times, when she was alone and longing to 'break down', to clutch her breast with a fierce answering force to keep the black horror from spurting forth. Her face was calm and benign, always in company, and usually alone too, for she was aware that to play such a part properly allowed of no rest periods, no weak moments of unmasking. She must continue, in her deceit, whole, like the spy who, in order to go on, has to become what he seems. She was, daily, amazed at herself, at her self-control; and at the terrible demons which fed upon her, and in doing so, she realised, fed her. She had begun to need her rage and her hate, even of late her fierce cruel fantasies. She could not, and did not try to, riddle out, rationally order, explain, least of all banish, these horrible consolations, As it seemed, if she were not to die of her love she had to poison it; and even, over its death agonies, to exult. As the days went by, Franca cherished and nourished and developed her suffering, unable to envisage any change or any plan - any machine into which so much relentless force might be fed. Indeed she was afraid to plan or picture a different future of any kind. So long as she stayed silent she had a secret weapon. If she spoke, if once there were the least word, the least crack or fissure, upon which tears and screams could follow, she would have lost her one advantage, her so ~ Iris Murdoch

You are weak with love for her, brother. ~ Franca Storm

If it makes you feel better to continue to deny it to yourself, so be it. I will not take an unwilling woman. But you cannot deny it from me, angel. I have seen you look my way many a time with passion in your eyes. ~ Franca Storm

You need a minute?"
"Fuck, no. You're fucking a wolf darlin'. ~ Franca Storm

Planning to stay on your leash, wolf? Or would you rather let loose? ~ Franca Storm

The stench of wolf - especially an Alpha - is very difficult to get out.
"Then you should keep your distance," she shot back. ~ Franca Storm

Do not flatter yourself. You cannot tempt me. ~ Franca Storm

You're calling out the wolf, darlin'. ~ Franca Storm

Cora, you can turn around now. Your virgin eyes won't be offended any longer. ~ Franca Storm

La lingua non ha ossa, ma rompe il dorsol... The tongue has no bones but can break a man's back! ~ Wally Lamb

Franca smiled to herself for a time before she spoke. My heart belongs to someone. ~ Terry Goodkind

I'm broken.
Fucked up.
I feel sick.
I can't breathe.
It's like someone's snaked their fingers around my heart, capturing it in a crushing grip.
It's Emma. This is her doing.
Well, it won't fucking bleed for her.
It won't bleed for anyone.
It's black.
I'm dead inside. ~ Franca Storm

You think far too much."
"Excuse me? You don't know me."
"I can see the wheels turning, babe. You're analyzing everything I say, filtering yourself. I can tell by your answers to my questions. You're so guarded."
"I--"
"Sorry, not guarded. I meant: uptight. You're uptight. You need to get laid."
"How dare you? How do you even know that I haven't--?"
"Oh, trust me, I know. It's blatantly obvious. You're wound so tight. ~ Franca Storm

I thought a wolf's mindset was just to take?"
"I am not just looking at you through the eyes of a wolf, Cora. I am looking at you through the eyes of your mate. It is the only thing that has allowed me to hold back with you. The pull between us is intense. ~ Franca Storm

He regretted his surliness when she had refused. She was the only person he'd met in his adult life who had any understanding of his past, the only woman he wanted to remain connected to. He didn't want to leave it up to chance to find her again, didn't want to share her with another man. That last day in Volterra he had searched for a way to tell her these things. She had not accused him, as Franca had, of his own cowardice, of his inability to form attachments. But Hema's refusal to accuse him made him feel worse, and without her he was lost. ~ Jhumpa Lahiri

Luca chuckled. "You will learn to trust me, princess."
Ryan scoffed as he also brushed past Luca and walked into the library. "Like hell she will. ~ Franca Storm

Luca scoffed. "Wolves never change."
"Excuse me?" Ryan demanded.
"All about instant gratification. Reacting purely on instinct and engaging in mindless acts of violence and sex."
"Like vampires are any different. Oh, accept for the fact that my boys don't kill those they fuck. Vampires get off on having a life in their hands, the power of draining their victim's life force. Wolves revel in life. You are death and you breed only death. ~ Franca Storm

Sounds like the effect of wolf's blood to me," he said, winking at her.
"You think?"
"Attacking without thinking? Just reacting instantly? Yeah, that's wolf mentality. ~ Franca Storm

Just like your father, Ryan - blunt, abrasive and cursing like a sailor." He moved closer until he was just inches from him and added with a wink, "Everything I liked about him. ~ Franca Storm

My view is not just to find young talents, it's to support them too. ~ Franca Sozzani

I completely lost control.

I was out of my fucking mind with the taste of her, the feel of her, those little moans of pleasure she made.

Fuck, that woman completely unmans me.

She consumes me to the point where my brain stops functioning entirely…. ~ Franca Storm

Wearing Deni's huge vicuna coat with the si cap over my ears, in cold biting winds of December New York, Irwin and Simon led me up to the Russian Tea Room to meet Salvador Dali.
He was sitting with his chin on a finely decorated tile headed cane, blue and white, next to his wife at the Cafe table. He had a cane, blue and white, next to his wife at the Cafe table. He had a little wax moustache, thin. When the waiter asked him what he wanted he said 'One grapefruit...peenk!' and he had big blue eyes like a baby, a real or Spaniard. He told us no artist was great unless he made money. Was he talking about Uccello, Ghianondri, Franca? We didn't even know what money really was or what to do with it. Dali had already read an article about the 'insurgent' 'beats' and was interested. When Irwin told him (in Spanish) we wanted to meet Marlon Brando (who ate in this Russian Tea Room) he said, waving three fingers at me, 'He is more beautiful than M. Brando.'
I wondered why he said that but he probably had a tiff with old Marlon. But what he meant was my eyes, which were blue, like his, and my hair, which is black, like his, and when I looked into his eyes, and he looked into my eyes, we couldn't stand all that sadness. In fact, when Dali and I look in the mirror we can't stand all that sadness. To Dali sadness is beautiful. ~ Jack Kerouac