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“...as we are endowed. ...with rhetorics. ...none will deny. ...of innocence. ...towards scribbling. ...of love lines. ...and of lust. ...to what seems like male. ...to what seems like female. ...in those days. ...I mean nothing. ...but in high school. ....even me. ...I can't deny.”

“اینجا احتمالا جایی بود که او بیماران خصوصی اش را معالجه می کرد. چشمان آنها تلاقی پیدا کرد و نیکولا با بهت و حیرت دریافت علی رغم مهربانی و محبت ها، کمک ها و سخاوتمندی هایش و علی رغم این حقیقت که زندگی اش را به اون مدیون بود، هنوز خیلی چیزها وجود داشت که درباره ی کانر نمی دانست.”

“نیکولا به خود گفت، کلمات تنها چیزی بودند که برای اون باقی مانده اند. آیا می توانست با حرف زدن او را قانع کند و دل او را به دست آورد؟ آیا جرعت می کرد تا حقیقت را توضیح دهد و خودش را از او تبرئه کند؟ با این که می دانست نمی تواند نظر کانر را برگرداند، به خودش دلداری داد که حداقل بقیه عمرش را در رضایت خاطر و خشنودی تنها، غمگین ... اما بی گناه سپری کند.”

“کانر بازگشت، پنبه ای الکلی روی بازوی چپ او مالید و آمپولی برایش تزریق کرد. ((کمکت می کند که بخوابی، عزیزم)). بعد لبخند زد، لبخندی پر از مهر و عطوفت! نیکولا با خودش فکر کرد در گذشته چه طور توانسته بود آن همه حرف های وحشتناک را درباره ی بی رحمی و خشونت و سنگدلی او بزند؟ او مهربانترین و بهترین مردی بود که می شناخت.”

“Interestingly, do you know who is the most difficult person to love? It is easy to love friends and not too difficult to love those less fortunate than ourselves. It certainly isn't easy loving enemies, but sometimes the person most difficult to love is the one who is MORE fortunate than we are. The one who receives the promotion we deserved. The one who gets the recognition we desired, the honor we sought or the affections of the lover we had hoped to win. It is easy to resent those who seem to be more fortunate – those who “get all the breaks.”

“I have become intoxicated again. You are such a potent wine, my friend. To escape your withdrawal effects, tomorrow I will drink in excess. Alas, why make me love? I was aware, conscious, and sensible before. I am ill by cause of this illusion. The devil plays tricks on me more and more. I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will. Your score, the nightingale song within notes composed to imprison and bear me wings. Oh, if only they could hear how it sings! I am now beyond parched. My strings left untouched. You are no longer an oasis, my friend, but a mirage soon coming to an end.”

“There is really no natural limit to the practice of loving kindness in meditation or in one’s life. It is an ongoing, ever-expanding realization of interconnectedness. It is also its embodiment. When you can love one tree or one flower or one dog or one place, or one person or yourself for one moment, you can find all people, all places, all suffering, all harmony in that one moment. Practicing in this way is not trying to change anything or get anywhere, although it might look like it on the surface. What it is really doing is uncovering what is always present. Love and kindness are here all the time, somewhere, in fact, everywhere. Usually our ability to touch them and be touched by them lies buried below our own fears and hurts, below our greed and our hatreds, below our desperate clinging to the illusion that we are truly separate and alone. (…). Make sure that you are not trying to help anybody else or the planet. Rather, you are simply holding them in awareness, honoring them, wishing them well, opening to their pain with kindness and compassion and acceptance.”

“Everything in life is your interpretation of things. People, places, and things. It’s a hard thing to do in this day and age, but try to assume positive intent with people and of your world. If we are going to make this world look more beautiful, feel more beautiful and be more beautiful, then we must treat it beautiful. This way starts with ourselves and continues with others. And the only way to be beautiful, to see beautiful, and to feel truly beautiful — is to love and be loving.”

“I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph.”

“This is the sacred secret of love. Love a person for their heart and only their heart, and you will be rewarded with the best unconditional love in return. If you ignore the heart and focus just on a person’s outer beauty, love will ignore you. Love a person for only the beauty found in their heart, and that beautiful heart will always be beautiful to you.”

“One by one the angels had come to the top of Har Megiddo where I sat, holding her body close to mine after she'd died. I'd fought alongside them in battle, but up close, when they stood quietly watching us, they looked as beautiful as they looked unreal. the angels weren't supposed to feel emotions, but they were all weeping. All of them. Their tear stained their flawless faces like rain running in rivulets across stone. Azrael was the only one of then who came to me, knelt in front of me and took her from my arms. He was the angel of death come to carry his sister home. I din't want to give her up, knowing it would be the last time I ever saw her face. I had died on that wretched hill with her.”

“Do the lovers know that when they whisper these poems they are commemorating our love? Do they ever think of you and me or only of themselves? Do they know that I once found a strand of your hair and wore it around my neck like a necklace? That I kiss your hands more than I kiss your lips? Do they realise that our love and their love are drops in the universe’s ocean of love and that without any of these drops, the ocean would be less?”

“Lovers dream of one more embrace. One more kiss. One act of love, no matter how small. For in loving, lover and beloved emptied themselves. Now, they look for their oasis like men engulfed in flames. Even filled to the brim, they will never satiate. For they continue to leak, these cracked vessels. How else did love seep through?”

“He was important. That’s the complete definition of his being. But the truth is, I’m important too. We lose ourselves in people the moment we intertwine. We justify things they do wrong and fall in love with things they do right. We justify little jabs, little words, little white lies with thinking they’re normal. They’re not. When you fall in love with someone, you want them happy. Their happiness makes you happy. That’s love. And since I was in love, I thought I was actually wrong. I would reward him when he treated me horribly. I would love him harder when he threw toxicity. It was dangerous. Vile. Absolutely terrifying that someone could make you feel so immensely cold, but so crazy in love. That’s emotional abuse.”

“Life sometimes reminds us that it is sometimes heartless by giving something or someone we really need to someone who does not need or even want them or it.”

“Some people will hate you for not loving them.”

“We are way less likely to love someone just because they love us than we are to hate someone just because they hate us.”

“Love in your heart is good medicine for long live. Hatred in your blood is the major cause of heart failure! Love people, get transfused with a fresh blood and you'll live long!”