My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.
It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous.Resign yourself to be the fool you are......We must always take risks. That is our destiny...
Human kindCannot bear very much reality.-
Gentile or JewO you who turn the wheel and look to windward,Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
Datta, dayadhvam, damyata(Give, sympathize, control)
And I will show you something different from eitherYour shadow at morning striding behind youOr your shadow at evening rising to meet youI will show you fear in a handful of dust
A cold coming we had of it,Just the worst time of the yearFor a journey, and such a long journey:The ways deep and the weather sharp,The very dead of winter.And the camels galled, sore-footed, refract...
Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
أقول لنفسي إبقي بلا حراكوانتظري بلا أملفالأمل قد يكون تمنيًاللشئ الخطأوانتظري بلا حبفالحب قد يكون حبًاللشئ الخطأهناك بعد إيمانولكن الإيمان والحب والأملكلها في الانتظارانتظربلا فكرلأنك غير معدّ للفكر
Words move, music movesOnly in time; but that which is only livingCan only die. Words, after speech, reachInto the silence … Words, strain,Crack, and sometimes break, under the burden,Under the tensio...
This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panesThe yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panesLicked its tongue into the corners of the eveningLingered upon the pools that stand in d...
The name that no human research can discover--But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.When you notice a cat in profound meditation,The reason, I tell you, is always the same:His mind is enga...
The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
The dove descending breaks the airWith flame of incandescent terrorOf which the tongues declareThe one discharge from sin and error.The only hope, or else despairLies in the choice of pyre or pyre-To...
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.
Forgive us, O Lord, we acknowledge ourselves as type of the common man,Of the men and women who shut the door and sit by the fire;Who fear the blessing of God, the loneliness of the night of God, the...
For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.