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“2 March Mental Wellness Day DON'T SIT BEHIND CLOSED DOORS YOUR THOUGHTS WILL EAT YOU UP अजी बुए बारी पीड़ के न बैठो तुआनु अपनी सोच चबा जेगी (खा) ਅਜੀ ਬੁਹੇ ਬਾਰੀ ਭੀੜ ਕੇ ਨ ਬੈਠੋ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਆਪਣੀ ਸੋਚ ਚਬਾ ਜੇਗੀ AJI BUHE PHEED KE N BAITHO TUANU APNI SOCH CHABA JEGI”

“Rhysand at last released my hand, only to lay his once more on the bare stone. It rippled beneath his palm, forming- a door. Like the gates above, it was of ivory- bone. And in its surface were etched countless images: flora and fauna, seas and clouds, stars and moons, infants and skeletons, creatures fair and foul-”

“That's when she saw the black ink strokes, underlining four words of the poem: Door. Veil. Thee. Me. And in a flash, the code to the sultan's combination lockbox flew into her mind. D V J S. Door. Veil. Jasmine. Sultan... or sultana. Even though the meaning was still opaque, even though she still hadn't the slightest clue which door or veil her father was trying to draw her toward, something lifted in her chest as she looked at the words. Hope. He was still talking to her, communicating with her, even from another plane. "As above, so below," she whispered.”

“Right as I go to kiss Echo, someone knocks on the door. Damn it all to hell. “Go away!” “Be nice! It’s probably housekeeping.” Echo shoves at my chest and while she doesn’t have enough strength to push me away, I drop back like a domino, and she hops out of bed. “Be right there,” she calls out, then she lowers her voice to address me. “We’re lucky we didn’t get kicked out last night over the clothes.” “We?” I repeat. “I’m not the one clogging hotel filters with boxer shorts.” She pins me with a glare. I turn onto my side and prop my head up on my hand, deciding to enjoy the show of Echo hot as hell and strutting across the room. Spaghetti-strapped tank top and boy shorts that show a hint of her ass. On second thought... “You may want a robe if you’re going to open that door.” Hell, a shirt would help. “I’m going to crack it open to tell them that we’re still sleeping.” “We’re eighteen and in a hotel. Did you want them to laugh?” Her face turns red, and she shushes me. Damn, she’s going to answer the door like that. I roll off the bed and grab a pair of jeans. “Let me. My luck it’ll be the maintenance guy, then he’ll be stalking you for the rest of the trip.” Echo sticks her tongue out at me, but steps back to let me by. “Be nice.” My lips tilt up as I rub my thumb against her cheek. “I’m always nice.””

“Ndani ya chumba, akiwa bado amechanganyikiwa, akiwa hajui Debbie alikokwenda, Murphy alisikia walinzi wakipiga kelele nje. Kamanda huwa anakuwa shetani nyakati kama hizo. Alibeba pumzi. Mikononi mwake akiwa na M-16, Debbie kichwani; Murphy alishangaza umati wa watu! Risasi zaidi ya sitini zilifyatuka katika bunduki, mlango wote ukabomoka – ndani ya sekunde kumi!”

“You thought that the open door would always remain open, but you were wrong, look, that door is closed! You thought that the closed door would always remain closed, but you were wrong, look, that door is open! Oh, my friend, you don't understand this universe! Anything can happen at any time; when you think something won't change, you lose so badly!”

“Fable Town's door is set in a sprawling live oak whose knobby trunk rivals the size of the largest mausoleum in our cemetery-- I suppose the door has to be this large to fit a dragon, after all-- with a canopy of serpentine branches that extended like the wizened, swollen-knuckled fingers of a witch. The knots are so smooth to the touch that I know this tree must be hundreds of years old. Thousands, even. Maybe even the first tree to ever exist in the Hinterlands. For what is older than fables themselves? a voice whispers in my mind. Distant tinkles of laughter like fairy bells rustle the shimmering leaves. Everything about this tree whispers of ancient storybooks and steaming spicy tea and castle halls filled with lute music. A picture of an open storybook is carved into the door, along with words so timeworn that I have to trace them with my finger to read them. "Once... upon... a... time..." I recite aloud in a voice as breathy as a spell.”

“Keeping the door that leads to your heart ajar is destructive as univited guests would move in and trample on your feelings, leaving you in great pains, but closing it always is a sure way to spot out the destructive and innovative guests.”

“One of the most stupid things in life is not to enter the door which is wide open just because of the fear that this door will be shut and going back will be impossible! Have some courage, because even a harvest mouse leaves his hole to discover new places!”

“All a hardliner has to do is to keep the door of his mind open! And then, the light will visit him! Only in light we can see the truths!”

“Derrière la série de Fourier, d'autres séries analogues sont entrées dans la domaine de l'analyse; elles y sont entrees par la même porte; elles ont été imaginées en vue des applications. After the Fourier series, other series have entered the domain of analysis; they entered by the same door; they have been imagined in view of applications.”