#translated

The first problem of the media is posed by what does not get translated, or even published in the dominant political languages. ↗

— Jacques Derrida

#dominant #even #first #get #languages

I will say nothing to an actor that cannot be translated into action. ↗

— Elia Kazan

#actor #cannot #i #into #nothing

One effect that the Nobel Prize seems to have had is that more Arabic literary works have been translated into other languages. ↗

— Naguib Mahfouz

#been #effect #had #into #languages

Yeah, my drum programming especially is based on my knowledge of playing a drum kit. For the bass too, definitely. It was the first thing that I translated any sort of ideas through. It must have shaped it somehow. ↗

— Tom Jenkinson

#based #bass #definitely #drum #especially

This Beloved of ours is merciful and good. Besides, he so deeply longs for our love that he keeps calling us to come closer. This voice of his is so sweet that the poor soul falls apart in the face of her own inability to instantly do whatever he asks of her. And so you can see, hearing him hurts much more than not being able to hear him… For now, his voice reaches us through words spoken by good people, through listening to spiritual talks, and reading sacred literature. God calls to us in countless little ways all the time. Through illnesses and suffering and through sorrow he calls to us. Through a truth glimpsed fleetingly in a state of prayer he calls to us. No matter how halfhearted such insights may be, God rejoices whenever we learn what he is trying to teach us. ↗

— Teresa of Ávila

#love

Selvom det var Zaras ansigt, der kunne ses på Pashas video, fortalte den ikke noget om Zara, men om Natasha, den måtte aldrig nogensinde blive en fortælling om Zara. Zaras egen historie var et helt andet sted, Natashas var på båndet. ↗

— Sofi Oksanen

#renselse #translated #men

The nature of anguish is translated into different forms. ↗

— Franz Kline

#different #forms #into #nature #translated

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#constantine #from #helen #paris #tales

I've written more songs for this record than I ever have in the past so I'm trying to give it a lot of special attention to be sure my ideas really get translated right. ↗

— Suzy Bogguss

#ever #get #give #i #ideas

Dreamland is a book, but it's my song in book form. It's translated itself into a different medium. ↗

— Mary Chapin Carpenter

#different #form #into #itself #medium