When you were born, just a fresh babe, and I held you in my arms for the first time, I knew that we had to call you Bridie, after the blessed St. Brigid. I knew because the moment I set eyes on you, I saw you had holy fire in you, exactly like our own St. Brigid.
Kirsty MurrayWe're OConchobhairs and they're our friends. Dad always said that what our name means - friend of the wolves.
Kirsty MurrayThere's a lot you can do with a name like Amelia.
You can play with it, sure, is what you think I'm going to say. Make it cute (Amy), or cuter (Millie), complaining (Meelie), or French, I guess, like the movie (Amélie).
You can step right into that name, is what I mean, and walk around. Swim with it or spill it on your shirt. Whisper it over like a sad, soft ache, or bark it out aloud like a mad, manic message: camellia, come heee-re, a-million, ah murder you, ye-eah.
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Malavika Vishwanath. Don't try to say it you'll just piss me off.
Peter ClinesTags: names hard-to-pronounce veek
Breath (from the book Blue Bridge)
Whispering to myself
With every step I take,
Trying out names, for I know
There is something yet to be called …..
I know it, something up ahead
Just around the bend
Or over the rise –
A bird taking to the sky
From the edge of a jagged cliff –
A bird floating outwards
In silence ……. A silence
Waiting for a footstep
To crunch on stones,
For a voice to fling upward
Through sharp sunlight
With a name…… calling
Before the bird could call
Before the bird called.
Oh the bird was there alright
And sure it took flight
When it heard me approach
But it broke my heart
With a mighty croak!
So I’m sitting here playing
With a purple flower
Slender stem, no leaves
Purple fizz –
And it’s quiet again.
I am still
I am nothing
And the hill
Is a long, long slope
Down, down, down to the sea
Far below.
I could roll
I could run
I could scream
But I am nothing.
A cool wind blows
And the light is naked and nameless
And the rocks are faces of angels
And the bird in the sky wheels
And cries to forget the earth
And its ancient bones –
Oh, sensual pain –
Wings…. Wings…. Wings,
Singing wings.
If only I could begin
To describe the emptiness
Which fills me to the brim
With new breath
I might almost lose my name
And take instead a feather for my soul.
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They all call me "Excuse me," even though my nametag clearly says "Jordan." It's like people don't actually exist while they're working. Workers are just tools who aren't supposed to have feelings or personalities. You don't become human until your shift is over. Until then, we're all just zombies. We're dead to the world: infected people who need to be avoided, unless, of course, someone needs to know where the paintbrushes are located.
J. Cornell MichelTags: existence world humanity people work human-nature human dead personalities names humans feelings feeling personality need working zombie sales feel work-ethic zombies tools works exist shift name dead-people infectious avoid over dead-to-the-world location salesman tool jordan infection salesmen zombie-apocalypse paint-brush feels people-suck infected infectious-diseases zompoc excuse-me avoided infected-people located name-tag nametag paintbrushes supposed-to until-then
Names I am most commonly called by telemarketers: Simone, Slain, Siobhan, Flo, Stacey, Susan, Slater, Leanne, and Slow (Yes, my parents named me "Slow". That's because they hate me and made me sleep in the linen closet subsisting only on bath salts and Scope).
Sloane CrosleyTags: humor names telemarketing
Civilisation consists in giving something a name that doesn't belong to it and then dreaming over the result. And the false name joined to the true dream does create a new reality. The object does change into something else, because we make it change. We manufacture realities.
Fernando PessoaThere is tremendous life and personality in a name. It should be at least as agonized over as any character trait.
Travis BeachamTags: writing names characterization
Jason Alan Crest, nice to meet you.”
Alexis took his hand and shook it, “Alexis Amora Anderson, nice to meet you, too.”
“All A’s, huh?” Jason asked quirking his eyebrow at her.
“Yeah, parents. What can you do?” Alexis said, giggling, again.
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