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Lavender House

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“The prince tilts his head to study me. 'Tell me what you dream of, Jude Duarte, if that's your true name. Tell me what you want.' ... 'To resist enchantments,' I say, trying to will myself in to stillness. Trying not to fidget. I want to seem like a serious person who makes serious bargains. He regards me steadily. 'You already have True Sight, given to you as a child. Surely you understand our ways. You know the charms. Salt our food and you destroy any ensorcellment on it. Turn your stockings inside out and you will never find yourself led astray. Keep your pockets full of dried rowan berries and your mind won't be influenced.' The last few days have shown me how woefully inadequate those protections are. 'What happens when they turn out my pockets? What happens when they rip my stockings? What happens when they scatter my salt in the dirt?”

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Book:The Cruel Prince
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“وتتساءل: أين هي إذن أحلامك؟ وتهز رأسك قائلا: كم تطير السنوات سريعا! وتتسائل من جديد: ماذا فعلت بسنواتك؟ أين دفنت أفضل وقتك؟ هل عشت؟! نعم أو لا؟ انظر، كنت تقول لك، انظر، كم هو هذا العالم بارد. سنوات أخرى ستمر، وتعقبها الوحدة الحزينة، والشيخوخة المرتعشة مع عكازها، وبعد ذلك الضجر واليأس. سيشحب عالمك الخيالي، ستموت، ستذبل، أحلامك، وستسقط كما تهوي الأوراق الصفراء من الأشجار.. كم سيكون حزينا، أن يبقى المرء وحيدا، وحيدا تماما، وألا يكون لديه حتى شيء يتأسف عليه، لا شيء إطلاقا.. لأن كل ما فقدته، كل هذا، ليس شيئا، ليس إلا صفرا منقطا، غبيا، كل هذا لم يكن إلا حلما!”

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Book:White Nights
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“J.W. Dunne was a distinguished man of science and professor of mathematics. [...] He embarked upon a lifetime study of precognition. In 1927 he published his basic conclusions in his bestselling book An Experiment with Time. [...] He argued that if time was a fourth dimension then the passage of time must itself take time. If therefore time takes time there must be a time outside of time. He called this "time 2". [...] Most of our life we live in "time 1", which is synonymous with the passing ordinary moments of everyday life. But during sleep a part of our personality (observer 2) can slip into this other dimension of time and experience events in the future which are communicated to our ordinary self (observer 1). Investigations led Dunne to conclude that under certain circumstances past, present and future events were accessible to consciousness and that during dreams we can enter this fourth dimension of space-time.”

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Book:Your Psychic Powers: A Beginner's Guide
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“Everything has its price," Reverend Willows said. "The sunset costs us the moment in which we pause to look at it. We pay for a great love or a great dream in self-discipline, in self-sacrifice, in the giving of our love and our time and sometimes the sacrificing of our happiness." He grew silent. After a moment she realized that he was praying, his head bowed, his eyes closed. She was embarrassed, thinking that she was an intrusion upon his privacy, but when a moment later he opened his eyes, he smiled with surprising shyness and said, "A very impressive cathedral, isn't it?" He left her there. She looked and saw that the sky had turned pink and coral and gray, and as the light of dawn was born in the sky, a new light was born within her, too. There was a new day before them and with it new hope, new possibilities. A thousand men before her, a thousand million people, had looked up at the reddening sky or had seen the fragile green budding of the trees in spring, had heard the sudden song of a bird winging skywar, and had felt hope rekindled in their breasts. The dark night was over, the long winter ended, God was still in his heaven. How plain, how often repeated those homilies, yet what succor they gave. A bird cried somewhere in the rocks above her, and now in the distant valley she could see the glow of campfires and the smoke rising from the brown bosom of the land. At last she turned and went down the path to the wagons. And she, child of the earth, felt a thrill of response within her. She was thousands of miles from France. Between here and there lay an entire continent and a vast ocean, and yet in her heart she suddenly felt that she had come home.”

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Book:This Splendid Earth
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