Merge pull request #949 from monkeytypegeorge/master

Added more quotes

Author: Miodec

static/quotes/dutch.json

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+  "quotes": [
+    {
+      "text": "Je kunt beter struikelen op de goede weg, dan wandelen op de verkeerde weg.",
+      "source": "Visje",
+      "length": 75,
+      "id": 1
+    }
+  ]
+}

static/quotes/english.json

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       "source": "Thomas McDade, Illinois Northwestern University",
       "length": 743,
       "id": 5353
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "There was a little boy who had a very bad temper. His father decided to give him a bag of nails and told him that every time he got upset, he had to drive a nail into the fence around his house. On the first day, the boy drove 37 nails into that fence. The boy gradually began to control his temper over the next several weeks, and the number of nails he was hammering into the fence slowly decreased. He found it easier to control his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally, the day came when the boy did not bother. He told his father the news and the father suggested that the boy should now pull out a nail every day to keep his temper in check. Days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father \"I finished pulling the nails out of the fence.\" The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. \"You have done well, my son, but look at the holes. The fence will never be the same. When you say things when you are angry, they leave a scar like this. No matter how many times you ask for forgiveness, since the wound is there.\"",
+      "source": "Nails In The Fence",
+      "length": 1070,
+      "id": 5354
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "You get anxious about confronting somebody in your life. That anxiety cripples you and you start wondering why you're anxious. Now you're becoming anxious about being anxious. Oh, no! Doubly anxious! Now you're anxious about your anxiety, which is causing more anxiety. Quick, where's the whiskey?",
+      "source": "Mark Manson, THE SUBTLE ART OF NOT GIVING A FUCK",
+      "length": 297,
+      "id": 5355
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "When I found out that we were going to the same junior high, I was elated. How could I find a way to talk to you? Maybe I'll go buy sandwiches everyday. But in the end, all I could do was watch you. After all, you guys were all too tight. There was no space for me to slip into.",
+      "source": "Your Lie In April",
+      "length": 278,
+      "id": 5356
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Was I able to live inside someone's heart? Was I able to live inside your heart? Do you think you will remember me at least a little? You'd better not hit \"reset!\" Don't forget me, okay? That's a promise, okay? I'm glad it's you, after all. Will I reach you? I hope I can reach you.",
+      "source": "Your Lie In April",
+      "length": 282,
+      "id": 5357
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "She took his coat and hung it in the closet. Then she walked over and made the drinks, a strongish one for him, a weak one for herself; and soon she was back again in her chair with the sewing, and he in the other, opposite, holding the tall glass with both hands, rocking it so the ice cubes tinkled against the side.",
+      "source": "Lamb to the Slaughter",
+      "length": 318,
+      "id": 5358
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "The whole world's gone mad. They claim to be my dad's best friend, and want to help me with my revenge. Bizarre, isn't it? I'm handed everything, even the names of the men who stole the people I loved...",
+      "source": "91 days",
+      "length": 203,
+      "id": 5359
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "It is nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.",
+      "source": "Roger Federer",
+      "length": 63,
+      "id": 5360
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "\"You can't step into the same river twice,\" Heraclitus is supposed to have said, to which one of his followers, Cratylus, is supposed to have replied, \"You can't step into the same river even once.\"",
+      "source": "Elizabeth Kolbert, Under a White Sky",
+      "length": 198,
+      "id": 5361
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Dear Mario: Please come to the castle. I've baked a cake for you. Your's Truly- Princess Toadstool Peach",
+      "source": "Super Mario 64",
+      "length": 104,
+      "id": 5362
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "You have to do the things you don't want to do, before you can do the things you truly want to do.",
+      "source": "Chihayafuru",
+      "length": 98,
+      "id": 5363
     }
   ]
 }

static/quotes/serbian.json

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+      300
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+      600
+    ],
+    [
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+      9999
+    ]
+  ],
+  "quotes": [
+    {
+      "text": "И овај камен земље Србије, Што, претећ' сунцу, дере кроз облак, Суморног чела мрачним борама, О вековечности прича далекој, Показујући немом мимиком Образа свога бразде дубоке.",
+      "source": "Отаџбина, Ђура Јакшић",
+      "length": 176,
+      "id": 1
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Опрости, мајко света, опрости, што наших гора пожалих бор, на ком се, устук свакоје злости, блаженој теби подиже двор; презри, небеснице, врело милости, што ти земаљски сагреши створ: Кајан ти љубим пречисте скуте, Santa Maria della Salute.",
+      "source": "Santa Maria della Salute, Лаза Костић",
+      "length": 240,
+      "id": 2
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Град градила три брата рођена, до три брата, три Мрњавчевића: једно бјеше Вукашине краље, друго бјеше Угљеша војвода, треће бјеше Мрњавчевић Гојко; град градили Скадар на Бојани, град градили три године дана, три године са триста мајстора; не могаше темељ подигнути, а камоли саградити града: што мајстори за дан га саграде, то све вила за ноћ обаљује. кад настала година четврта, тада виче са планине вила: \"не мучи се, Вукашине краље, не мучи се и не харчи блага! не мож, краље, темељ подигнути, а камоли саградити града, док не нађеш два слична имена, док не нађеш Стоју и Стојана, а обоје брата и сестрицу, да зазиђеш кули у темеља: тако ће се темељ обдржати, и тако ћеш саградити града.\"",
+      "source": "Зидање Скадра",
+      "length": 692,
+      "id": 3
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Вино пије Краљевићу Марко са старицом Јевросимом мајком, а кад су се напојили вина, мајка Марку стаде бесједити: \"О мој синко, Краљевићу Марко, остави се, синко, четовања, јер зло добра донијети неће, а старој се досадило мајци све перући крваве хаљине; већ ти узми рало и волове, пак ти ори брда и долине, те сиј, синко, шеницу бјелицу, те ти храни и мене и себе\".",
+      "source": "Орање Марка Краљевића",
+      "length": 365,
+      "id": 4
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Вук на овцу своје право има ка тирјанин на слаба човјека; ал' тирјанству стати ногом за врат, довести га к познанију права, то је људска дужност најсветија!",
+      "source": "Горски вијенац, Петар Петровић Његош",
+      "length": 156,
+      "id": 5
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "У добру је лако добар бити, на муци се познају јунаци!",
+      "source": "Горски вијенац, Петар Петровић Његош",
+      "length": 54,
+      "id": 6
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Тврд је орах воћка чудновата, не сломи га, ал' зубе поломи.",
+      "source": "Горски вијенац, Петар Петровић Његош",
+      "length": 59,
+      "id": 7
+    }
+  ]
+}

static/quotes/slovak.json

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+      9999
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+  ],
+  "quotes": [
+    {
+      "text": "Naše aktivity priťahovali mladých ako magnet. Ako svetlo nočné motýle.",
+      "source": "Christian Picciolini",
+      "length": 71,
+      "id": 1
+    }
+  ]
+}

static/quotes/spanish.json

@@ -78,6 +78,30 @@
       "source": "Diario de Greg 1",
       "length": 275,
       "id": 10
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Mía o de la muerte, entre la muerte y yo, un paso más para acercarme a ella, sería perderla; y dejarla llorar en abandono, era un suplicio superior a mis fuerzas.",
+      "source": "Jorge Isaacs, María",
+      "length": 162,
+      "id": 11
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "La naturaleza es la más amorosa de las madres cuando el dolor se ha adueñado de nuestra alma; y si la felicidad nos acaricia, ella nos sonríe.",
+      "source": "Jorge Isaacs, María",
+      "length": 142,
+      "id": 12
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Es un hombre, pero podría ser otra cosa: una catástrofe, un rugido, el viento. Sentado en una butaca baja cubierta por una manta de lana, viste camisa de jean, un suéter beige que tiene varios agujeros, un pantalón de corderoy. A sus espaldas, una puerta vidriada separa la sala de un balcón en el que se ven dos sillas y, más allá, un terreno cubierto por arbustos. Después, el océano Pacífico, las olas que muerden rocas como corazones negros.",
+      "source": "Leila Guerriero, Buscando a Nicanor",
+      "length": 445,
+      "id": 13
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "La mecanografía es el proceso de introducir caracteres alfanuméricos en un dispositivo por medio de un teclado como los que poseen las máquinas de escribir, los ordenadores o las calculadoras.",
+      "source": "WIkipedia, Mecanografía",
+      "length": 192,
+      "id": 14
     }
   ]
 }