أن تملك ثم تفقد أكثر إيلامًا من ألا تملك أصلًا
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War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace. - Baba
The impact had cut your upper lip in two, he had said, clean down the middle. Clean down the middle. Like a harelip.
She was like the dust that clung to his shirt. She was in the silences that had become so frequent at the house, silences that welled up between their words, sometimes cold and hollow, sometimes pregn...
She said, 'I'm so afraid.' And I said, 'why?,' and she said, 'Because I'm so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.' I asked her why and she said, 'They only let you be this...
On a high mountain I stood, And cried the name of Ali, Lion of God.O Ali, Lion of God, King of Men, Bring joy to our sorrowful hearts.
Mislim da je istina u tome da čekamo, svi mi, uprkos nepremostivim preprekama da nam se dogodi nešto izuzetno.
Life is a train, get on board.
Life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end…crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis (nomads).
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.
In Tariq's grimace, Laila learned that boys differed from girls in this regard. They didn't make a show of friendship. They felt no urge, no need, for this sort of talk... Boys, Laila came to see, tre...
I was like the patient who cannot explain to the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.
I pray. I pray that my sins have not caught up with me the way I'd always feared they would.
I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.
But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.
A woman who will be like a rock in a riverbed, enduring without complaint, her grace not sullied but by the turbulence that washes over her.
You've turned out good.You've made me proud, Markos.I am fifty-five years old. I have waited all my life to hear those words. Is it too late now for this? For us? Have we squandered too much for too l...
and yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had love and been loved back. she was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. a mother. a person of consequence at last.
It's often a matter of sitting in front of the computer and worrying. It's what writing comes down to--worrying that things aren't going to work out.