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“Spending time with Savannah made me wonder whether it was possible to defy the norm. I wanted more of her, and no matter what happened between us, I already knew I'd never forget anything about her. As crazy as it sounded, she was becoming part of me, and I was already dreading the fact that we wouldn't be able to spend the day together tomorrow. Or the day after, or the day after that. Maybe, I told myself, we could beat the odds.' - John”

“Spending time with you showed me what I’ve been missing in my life. The more time we spent together, the more I could imagine it lasting in the future. That’s never happened to me before, and I’m not sure it’ll ever happen again. I’ve never been in love with anyone before you came along — not real love anyway…not like this. And I’d be a fool if I let you slip away without a fight”

“Spending your time with true spiritual friends will fill you with love for all beings and help you to see how negative attachment and hatred are. Being with such friends, and following their example, will naturally imbue you with their good qualities, just as all the birds flying around a golden mountain are bathed in its golden radiance.”

“Spent the fortnight gone in the music room reworking my year's fragments into a 'sextet for overlapping soloists': piano, clarinet, 'cello, flute, oboe, and violin, each in its own language of key, scale, and color. In the first set, each solo is interrupted by its successor; in the second, each interruption is recontinued, in order. Revolutionary or gimmicky? Shan't know until it's finished, and by then it'll be too late.”

“Speranza si incupì sotto lo sguardo delle nipotine, le sopracciglia bianche si incontrarono al centro della fronte e la luce aranciata dell’abat-jour marcava le rughe come trincee nere, creava ombre scure nell’incavo degli occhi e sotto il mento. «Sa Filonzana» disse. «La Filatrice» chiarì subito dopo, a beneficio delle bambine. [...] «Lei fila il destino della gente» continuò. «E lo interrompe, se deve. Zac! Taglia il filo» spiegò, mimando un paio di forbici con le dita, quasi volesse giocare a Carta-Forbici-Sasso. «Come le Parche» osservò Elena, dall’alto dei suoi dieci anni di saggezza.”

“Spesso gli albergatori (soprattutto quelli di piccole e medie dimensioni) spendono per una prenotazione diretta addirittura più di quello che versano in commissioni alle OTA. Credo sia un problema di percezione: quando un hotel firma un contratto con Booking.com sa che una prenotazione intermediata ha un costo dell’X%, mentre calcolare esattamente quanto “pesa” una prenotazione diretta è sicuramente un processo più difficile (e spesso subdolo).”

“Spesso le lacrime sono il modo migliore per preparare se stessi al nuovo. Lacrime di gioia o di dolore, non importa, ma spesso salvano la vita. Perché, offuscando gli occhi con il pianto, sospendono per un momento la vista di ciò che si sta perdendo per sempre. Gli occhi non vedono più l'abbandono, scampano il pericolo del rimpianto, la tentazione della rinuncia. Ma quando, asciutti, si riaprono, è lo spettacolo di cosa si è riusciti a fare davvero, senza più rimandare, quello che si dispiega davanti come un dipinto di noi mai visto. Dovremmo tutti ricordarci di piangere più spesso: serve a non guardare indietro, serve a guardarsi dentro con gli occhi chiusi e poi, aperti, a guardare avanti.”

“Spices from the Far East- clove and sandalwood and saffron- had drifted through the building's veins from the perfumery next door, infusing the satchel with a hint of faraway places. Open me... The woman in the white gloves unlatched the dull silver buckle and the satchel held its breath. Open me, open me, open me... She pushed back its leather strap and for the first time in over a century light swept into the satchel's dark corners. An onslaught of memories- fragmented, confused- arrived with it: a bell tinkling above the door at W. Simms & Son; the swish of a young woman's skirts; the thud of horses' hooves; the smell of fresh paint and turpentine; heat, lust, whispering. Gaslight in railway stations; a long, winding river; the wheat fragrance of summer-”

“Spices" The scents of spices are sad whether at home or in foreign lands ... At home, they passes through the nose to give a ray of hope, a breathing space that make us forget – albeit for a short while – all about the chains of religions, gossip, the absurdity of politics, and the cruelty of the ruling classes … At home, spices help us cope with the heavy weight of the backbreaking customs and traditions … You see everyone excited to have a meal that help them forget about the hardships, the crises, and the unsuitability of life at home … In alienating foreign lands, The scent of spices awakens everything that was lost, including the lost lands and homes… There is something unbearably sad about the image of a woman Standing in a kitchen filled with scents of spices reminding her of all that happened, all that was possible, all that should never have happened, and of all the irreplaceable losses … So many are the societies that have been completely destroyed, and of which nothing remains but scents of spices that add flavor to foods and marinate the wounds … Could spices be like old songs? We love them at home because they touch wounds we wish we could heal from, the same old songs break our hearts in foreign lands, because by then we have finally learned that exile doesn’t heal wounds, but rather pushes the knife deeper into them … And like the alienating foreign lands, the scents of spices declare that there is much more to the story of the wound; a story that kills if untold, and doesn’t heal when narrated … [Original poem published in Arabic on December 11, 2023 at ahewar.org]”