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“So many days had passed since he had left her but the disorder that she had brought into his world had not left him. He thought of her many times during the day. Not being able to see her made him feverish. At nights he slept with emptiness filling his embrace. Life without her was unbearable and he longed to return to her.”

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Book:The Thugs & a Courtesan
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“আবার যখন এমনি আশ্বিন মাস আসবে- এমনি সন্ধ্যা আসবে- তখন কি করব বলতে পার? শিউলি তার দু’চোখ ভরা কথা নিয়ে আমার চখের উপর যেন উজাড় ক’রে দিল। তারপর ধীরে ধীরে বলল,-- “শিউলি ফুলের মালা নিয়ে জলে ভাসিয়ে দিও!” আমি নীরবে সায় দিলাম- তাই হবে! জিজ্ঞাসা করলাম, “তুমি কি করবে?” সে হেসে বলল, “আশ্বিনের শেষে ত শিউলি ঝরেই পড়ে।” আমাদের চোখের জল লেগে সন্ধ্যাতারা চিকচিক ক’রে উঠল। রাত্রে দাবা- খেলার আড্ডা বসল। প্রফেসর চৌধুরী আমার কাছে হেরে গেলেন। আমি শিউলির কাছে হেরে গেলাম! জীবনে আমার সেই প্রথম এবং শেষ হার। আর সেই হারাই আমার গলার হার হয়ে রইল। সকালে যখন বিদায় নিলাম- তখন তাদের বাংলোর চার পাশে উইলোতরু তুষারে ঢাকা পড়েছে! আর তার সাথে দেখা হয়নি- হবেও না! একটু হাত বাড়ালেই হয়ত ছুঁতে পারি তাকে, এত কাছে থাকে সে। তবু ছুঁতে সাহস হয় না। শিউলি ফুল- বড় মৃদু, বড় ভিরু, গলায় পরলে দু দণ্ডে আউরে যায়। তাই শিউলি ফুলের আশ্বিন যখন আসে – তখন নীরবে মালা গাঁথি আর জলে ভাসিয়ে দিই।”

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Book:শিউলি মালা
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“Bygones" The weatherman says heavy rain, instead it dribbles like an old man unable to urinate. In the small orbit of the car, daylight clings to my collar, simmers in sweat, but I shall drive despite this meridian fry. I travel in the tremble of tin and tires. Up ahead, Barron Lake, your lost butterfly locket, Woodport, the warm rocks before the dive. The sun legs gently over the turbine hills, and always with a little luck I find your house, where torn cotton knits dry on an iron gate, and a vintage bicycle sinks in the garden. Over rum we discuss the length of our severance, agree to let bygones vanish amid the fray. Then kisses wheedle the lower back down till daybreak quiet as cat paws... treads the bedroom floor.”

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Author:Robert Karaszi
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“The port teemed with children. Helen had been rushing, the will carefully tucked in the crook of her arm, when she turned the corner and the sight of their little faces stopped her in her tracks. They were a ragged little crowd, their hair in disarray from the night spent sleeping on their siblings’ shoulders, but Helen thought they were beautiful. Notes pinned to their coats declared their names, and every hand held something, whether an adult-sized suitcase or the grip of a sibling. It was the brothers and sisters who broke Helen’s heart the most. For all the bickering they likely once did, they now clung to each other as a soul does to a body. Don’t separate us, their small faces begged, necks craned to look up at the clusters of adults watching them. Wherever we must go, just let it be together.”

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Book:The Ocean's Daughter :
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“As he read the long poem, I began thinking that, unlike him, I had always found a way to avoid counting the days. We were leaving in three days—and then whatever I had with Oliver was destined to go up in thin air. We had talked about meeting in the States, and we had talked of writing and speaking by phone—but the whole thing had a mysteriously surreal quality kept intentionally opaque by both of us—not because we wanted to allow events to catch us unprepared so that we might blame circumstances and not ourselves, but because by not planning to keep things alive, we were avoiding the prospect that they might ever die. We had come to Rome in the same spirit of avoidance: Rome was a final bash before school and travel took us away, just a way of putting things off and extending the party long past closing time. Perhaps, without thinking, we had taken more than a brief vacation; we were eloping together with return-trip tickets to separate destinations.”

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Book:Call Me by Your Name
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“Would I be able to live without his hand on my tummy or around my hips? Without kissing and licking a wound on his hip that would take weeks to heal, but away from me now? Whom else would I ever be able to call by my name? There would be others, of course, and others after others, but calling them by my name in a moment of passion would feel like a derived thrill, an affectation.”

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Book:Call Me by Your Name
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“But another part of me wanted him to sense that there was no point trying to catch up now—we'd traveled and been through too much without each other for there to be any common ground between us. Perhaps I wanted him to feel the sting of loss, and grieve. But in the end, and by way of compromise, perhaps, I decided that the easiest way was to show I'd forgotten none of it. I made a motion to take him to the empty lot that remained as scorched and fallow as when I'd shown it to him two decades before. I had barely finished my offer—'Been there, done that,' he replied. It was his way of telling me he hadn't forgotten either. 'Maybe you'd prefer to make a quick stop at the bank.' He burst out laughing. 'I'll bet you they never closed my account.' 'If we have time, and if you care to, I'll take you to the belfry. I know you've never been up there.' 'To-die-for?' I smiled back. He remembered our name for it.”

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Book:Call Me by Your Name
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“Aloneness and all-oneness is our authentic nature. We are always alone and all-one. We came into this planet alone and all-one. We will leave alone and all-one. And also during our whole staying in this world, no matter how we engage in relationships, we continue to be alone and all-one, though we may forget about it or pretend it is not the case. True love has nothing to do with the idea that someone is the other half of my soul and that I need him or her in order to be whole and feel complete. Only when we can be alone and all-one with someone there is true love, regardless of whether that someone is still with us or not. And yet... I miss you...”

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Author:Franco Santoro
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“The critical nature of 'choices' -- [the] timing will prove to be an asset or liability; it will reward wisdom or expose stupidity. Either way, we learn from the path of suffering or satisfaction… by choice or by design.”

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Book:From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence
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“Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the fold, A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot. Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot, Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold; Lest you with me should shiver on the wold, Athirst and hungering on a barren spot. For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge, I live alone, I look to die alone: Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge, Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back, My heart goes sighing after swallows flown On sometime summer’s unreturning track.”

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Author:Christina Rossetti
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“In short, the man displayed a constant and insurmountable impulse to wrap himself in a covering, to make himself, so to speak, a case which would isolate him and protect him from external influences. Reality irritated him, frightened him, kept him in continual agitation, and, perhaps to justify his timidity, his aversion for the actual, he always praised the past and what had never existed; and even the classical languages which he taught were in reality for him goloshes and umbrellas in which he sheltered himself from real life.”

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Book:Selected Stories of Anton Chekhov
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“You are always creating your state of being in every moment, based on the way you are perceiving reality. Perception is creation. To perceive reality correctly (according to unity) is to create a positive, expansive state of being. To perceive reality incorrectly (according to separation) is to create a negative, contracted state of being.”

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Book:The Three Beliefs of Ego: A Sufferer’s Guide to Freedom
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“Yes, there had been increasing distance between you and me--there always is between people who have been friends from a young age as each grows into her own self, which might be a self that neither anticipated on those warm summer nights when they had pledged their undying friendship to one another, staring up at millions of stars, each representing a possible future.”

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Book:The Girl Who Could Breathe Under Water
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“Indeed, analyst Robert Bak calls orgasm "the perfect promise between love and death," the means by which we repatriate separation of mother and child through the momentary extinction of the self. It is true that few of us consciously climb into a lover's bed in the hope of finding our mommy between the sheets. But the sexual loss of our separateness (which may scare people so badly they cannot have orgasm) brings us pleasure, in part, because it unconsciously repeats our first connection.”

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Book:Necessary Losses: The Loves, Illusions, Dependencies, and Impossible Expectations That All of Us Have to Give Up in Order to Grow
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“The problem is politics is made a sport, almost as much a sport as football or baseball. When it comes to politics, adults and politicians do more finger-pointing and play more games than children ever do. Too often are we rooting for the pride of a team rather than the good of the nation.”

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Book:Healology
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“Nah, I shook my head, things that come out of nowhere go back to nowhere, that’s all. We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died long ago. Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claimed me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness.”

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Book:Pinball, 1973
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“Eventually, some black thinkers believe, this "separation" may be the shortest route to an authentic communication at some future date when blacks and whites can enter into encounters in which they truly speak as equals and in which the white man will no longer load every phrase with unconscious suggestions that he has something to "concede" to black men or that he wants to help black men "overcome" their blackness.”

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Book:Black Like Me
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“Apa yang akan terjadi padaku kalau aku harus meninggalkanmu ya?" Dia bertanya, dengan nada seolah tidak membutuhkan jawaban. "Tidakkah kau mau bertanya yang sebaliknya?" Joon menawarkan, dan gadis itu meminta penjelasan lewat pandangan. "Kenapa kau tidak bertanya bagaimana aku kalau kau pergi? Tidak penasaran?" Kali ini, gadis itu ternganga. "Karena mungkin saja," lanjut pria itu, "aku akan sama menderitanya sepertimu.”

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Book:A (Wo)man's Scent
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“Falling out of love is a lot harder than falling in love. When you fall in love, everything is beautiful—flowers bloom, music plays, and every star in the sky is winking at you. But falling out of love is like finding yourself in a pitch-black tunnel. At first you think in time you’ll get through it, and then you realize how terribly long the tunnel is. I’m starting to see pinpricks of light ahead, so I might be coming to the end, but I’m not there yet.”

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Book:A Year of Extraordinary Moments
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