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“How I wish I was like the water, Flowing so freely with every drop Let my every emotion wonder, No need to start, nor even stop How I wish I was like the fire, Burning with every flame up Leaving a trace of hot desire As a Phoenix raises its' wings up How I wish I was like the earth, Raising each flower from the ground Seeing the beauty of death and birth And then returning to the ground How I wish I was like the wind, Hearing each whisper, sound and thought A lonesome and wandering little wind, Shattering all that has been sought Oh, how I wish I was where you are, Not separated by empty space, so far It seems like we're galaxies apart, But we find hope within our heart And how I wish I was all of the above, So I can come below and yet forget, The beauty of angels which come down like a dove And demons who love with no regret.”

“There's nothing more debauched than thinking. This sort of wantonness runs wild like a wind-borne weed on a plot laid out for daisies. Nothing's sacred for those who think. Calling things brazenly by name, risque analyses, salacious syntheses, frenzied, rakish chases after the bare facts, the filthy fingering of touchy subjects, discussion in heat--it's music to their ears.”

“Sometimes I still think of you. It’s usually when the night’s chilly and nostalgia sets in. We remember moments to create bittersweet realities of past adventures which weren’t so. It wasn’t nice, it wasn’t fun, it was anxiety ridden and my mind created false memories to help sole the situation. It doesn’t help, it hurts, and that’s the reality you must remember when your mind gets the best of you.”

“When our thoughts turn towards the past, we are often mired in the seductive trap of regret or bathed in the illusory glow of nostalgia. We wallow in the murky waters of what once was, reaching out to the shadows of deeds done and words uttered. Yet, the past is but a deserted stage, the actors long departed, the play concluded. No amount of wandering in its hallowed halls can change the script that was once performed.”

“...without thinking the follow-up thought that prevents a person from following through with the original, she throws the tea in the mug at the screen and watches it drip down, while now, finally, allowing the follow-up thought to come through, the thought that would have stopped her from throwing the tea at the screen in the first place. She feels two things: recognizable regret and dim, unfamiliar power.”

“दाट चिंतनात असं वारंवार शिरणं म्हणजे कोण्या अज्ञाताचं कर्ज फेडण्याचाच प्रकार. अशा गुंगलेल्या अवस्थेत खऱ्या जाणिवा सामोऱ्या येतात. आधीच्या नंतरच्या संधिप्रकाशात त्यांचे पदर घेतलेले अपुरे चेहरे भेसूर दिसू दे, स्वा वाईट नाही आहेत. त्यांचं माहेर कुठेतरी नभोमंडलात ईथराच्या वरच्या कृष्णद्रव्यात असतं. जाणिवा असणाऱ्या आपल्या सगळ्यांच्या मेंदूवर जागेपणी कुठलं तरी अज्ञान काम करत असतं. मुंग्या वारुळाबाहेर सगळ्या सर्वकाळ कुठे दिसतात? पण आत त्यांचं किती मोठं साम्राज्य असतं? आणि त्यांच्या सगळ्यांच्या सरळमार्गी एकचित्त हटवादी हालचालींवर कुठल्यातरी आंधळ्या निष्ठेच एक अदृश्य नियंत्रण असतं, ते कोणाला दिसतं? तुझ्या जाणिवांचं हे प्रचंड वारूळ जमिनीत किती खोल आहे, हे पाहा.”

“The other problem with language is that arranging words into sentences requires we flip on our thinking machine, which necessarily claims some of our focus, so that as soon as we start deciding how to explain a feeling, we're not entirely feeling the feeling anymore, and some feelings want to be felt at full capacity.”

“The last words of Finny's usual nighttime monologue were, 'I hope you're having a pretty good time here. I know I kind of dragged you away at the point of a gun, but after all you can't come to the shore with just anybody and you can't come by yourself, and at this teen-age period in life the proper person is your best pal.' He hesitated and then added, 'which is what you are,' and there was silence on his dune. It was a courageous thing to say. Exposing a sincere emotion nakedly like that at the Devon School was the next thing to suicide. I should have told him then that he was my best friend also and rounded off what he said. I started to; I nearly did. But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by the level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.”