Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.
گفت:خیلی میترسمگفتم:چرا؟گفت:چون از ته دل خوشحالم...این جور خوشحالی ترسناک است...پرسیدم آخر چرا؟!!و او جواب داد وقتی آدم این جور خوشحال باشد سرنوشت آماده است چیزی را از آدم بگیرد!
من بين كل المشقات التي يواجهها الشخص لا شئ أكثر عقاباً من فعل الانتظار
Децата не са книжки за оцветяване. Не можем да ги запълним с любимите си цветове.
War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace. - Baba
They say Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one your never had in mind.
Their sons go out to nightclubs looking for meat and get their girlfriends pregnant, they have kids out of wedlock and no one says a goddamn thing. Oh, they’re just men having fun! I make one mistake...
Tariq snapped the magazine back into his handgun.Do you have it in you? Laila said.To what?To use this thing. To kill with it.Tariq tucked the gun into the waist of his denims. Then he said a thing bo...
She is furious with herself for her own stupidity. Opening herself up like this, voluntarily, to a lifetime of worry and anguish. It was madness. Sheer lunacy. A spectacularly foolish and baseless fai...
Out beyond ideasof wrongdoing and right doing,there is a field.I’ll meet you there.
One time, when I was very little, I climbed a tree and ate these green, sour apples. My stomach swelled and became hard like a drum, it hurt a lot. Mother said that if I'd just waited for the apples t...
It’s a half bridge, really, as only four of its original arches remain. It ends midway across the river. Like it reached, tried to reunite with, the other side and fell short.
It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime...
I was not altogether surprised to learn that she had taken her own life. I know now that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.
I was like the patient who cannot explain to the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.
I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!’ A
But Mariam hardly noticed, hardly cared...the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that Love was a damaging mistake and its accomplice, Hope, a treacherous illusion.
Biliyorsun.Neyi biliyorum?Gözlerimin sadece seni gördüğünü.
Bazı insanların mutsuzluğu, diğerlerinin aşkı hissettiği gibi hissettiğini biliyorum artık: mahrem, yoğun ve karşılık beklemeksizin.