“Yes, but perhaps he did have something to do with it.” (In such arguments Stenham often found himself unexpectedly extolling the bourgeois virtues.) “If he was good himself, and worked hard—” “Never!” cried Amar, his eyes blazing. “You’re a Nazarene, a Christian. That’s why you talk that way. If you were a Moslem and said such things, you’d be killed or struck blind here, this minute. Christians have good hearts, but they don’t know anything. They think they can change what has been written. They’re afraid to die because they don’t understand what death is for. And if you’re afraid to die, then you don’t know what life is for. How can you live?” LifeChristianDeathExistenceDestinyIslamSurrenderMeaning Of LifeColonialismWillMoroccoNazareneFrench MoroccoMoslem Book:The Spider's House Source: The Spider's House
“At some point in the night she had a dream. Or it was possible that she was partially awake, and was only remembering a dream? She was alone among the rocks on a dark coast beside the sea. The water surged upward and fell back languidly, and in the distance she heard surf breaking slowly on a sandy shore. It was comforting to be this close to the surface of the ocean and gaze at the intimate nocturnal details of its swelling and ebbing. And as she listened to the faraway breakers rolling up onto the beach, she became aware of another sound entwined with the intermittent crash of waves: a vast horizontal whisper across the bossom of the sea, carrying an ever-repeated phrase, regular as a lighthouse flashing: Dawn will be breaking soon. She listened a long time: again and again the scarcely audible words were whispered across the moving water. A great weight was being lifted slowly from her; little by little her happiness became more complete, and she awoke. Then she lay for a few minutes marveling the dream, and once again fell asleep.” LifeDreamHappiness Book:Up Above the World Source: Up Above the World
“Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.” ThinkingKnowsLifeWellsSeemsHappensRememberDeathCertainTimeDiesMemoriesNumbersWatchesKnowingFiveFourChildhoodInspirational LifeMoonLive LifeLife And DeathMore TimeAfternoonWasting TimeComposerLiving My LifeEnjoy LifeLimitlessLife Is ShortLife Is Too ShortChildhood MemoriesFull MoonSmall NumbersAppreciate LifeDon't Waste Your TimeTime FliesLive Life HappyConceivingLife Being ShortMoon Rise Author:Paul Bowles
