‏لا نبصر جيدا إلا بالقلب، والشيء المهم لا تراه الأعين

‏اگر چه گونه مردن را یاد بگیری ، چه گونه زیستن را نیز فرا خواهی گرفت.

‎​There are 5 people you meet in heaven. Each of us was in your life for a reason. You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth....

‎جميع المشاكل تدور حول المال. حالما يطرق أحدهم هذه البوابة يكون عنده مشكلة مالية. أتمنى من كل قلبي أن أفتح مرة البوابة لأجد إنسانا عنده شيء آخر غير مشكلة المال أو أجد شخصا يحمل هدية صغيرة

‎[Melisandre] His Grace is growing fond of you.[Jon] I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice.Page 58

‎You're not the same as you were before, he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.

‎When you point your finger at someone, anyone, it is often a moment of judgement. We point our fingers when we want to scold someone, point out what they have done wrong. But each time we point, we s...

‎When she looked up at him, it was suddenly easy for her to imagine that her fears were pointless. That he would love her no matter what she told him, and that he was the kind of man who loved her alr...

‎We all share the same origin, our mothers; all of us come in at the same door. - from the preface to 'Demian

‎Thee'th not to be touched, the goat screamed, spraying spittle all over Zollo. Thee hath to be a maid, you foolth! Thee'th worth a bag of thapphireth!

‎The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. The most you can do is live inside that hope, running down its hallways, touching the walls on both sides.

‎The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundereds of times when I dont realize it. You really are a part of me.

‎The game had started. Everybody was assuring everybody else how reliable they were. In fact, nobody trusted anybody but themselves

‎Should we do this now?

‎People who talk less frequently notice more.

‎Now the deer moved through snow, snow that blew sideways, frosting the perfectly upright walls of Detroit's dead and monumental heart, vast black tines of brick reaching up to vanish in the white sky...

‎Not having time for a person, not being able to sit in silence together with somebody, that's the same as rejecting them, as being scornful about them.

‎No people whose word for 'yesterday' is the same as their word for 'tomorrow' can be said to have a firm grip on the time.

‎No one remembers the singer. The song remains.

‎Just because you're funny doesn't mean you get to be cruel.