I love this cocky, self-assured, yet equally selfless and loving man. No other can ever replace him. I never thought it was possible to love someone like this. Unyielding passion and endless appreciation. Like he hangs the moon before dancing with me under it. Noah never letting a day go by where he doesn’t tell or show me how he loves me. A broken masterpiece no longer defined by his past.
“A pretty mother on earth is better than a beautiful dead one in the sky even if she did leave you all alone to go dancing.”
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Old gangsters never die, except for the few that fall asleep in cinemas at midnight. Lay there sprawling in the footlights for the usherette or the ice cream girl to find. And if I die, God knows I might, don’t let me die in black and white, don’t make me share a haunted screen with every other ghost boy who stood trembling in the foyer drinking
Can animals talk? If, in order to qualify as ‘talkers’ they have to utilize all the design characteristics of human language ‘naturally’, the answer is clearly ‘no’. Some animals possess some of the features. Birdsong has duality, and bee dancing has some degree of displacement. But, as far as we know, no animal communication system has duality and displacement. No animal system can be proved to have semanticity or to use structure-dependent operations. Above all, no animal can communicate creatively with another animal, and no animal can mind-read with the ease and efficiency of humans.
However, I must give myself credit for a little sense on one occasion, at least. And it was a serious occasion, too-a crisis in my life-a crisis when I stood watching my dreams and my plans for the future and the work of years vanish into thin air. It happened like this. In my early thirties, I had decided to spend my life writing novels. I was
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We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.
we’re just two different colored globs in a lava lamp, mixing freely, dancing around each other, unhindered.
“Is it hard?”
…
“Holidays without your mom?”
I was so startled by the question that I quickly blinked away. Inside, I begged him not to ask more. Even three years after her death, my mom’s face swam continuously in my thoughts: dancing gray eyes, thick black hair, deep brown skin, her lopsided smile waking me up every morning until that first one she missed. Every time I looked in the mirror I saw her reflected back at me.
So yeah, hard didn’t cover it. Hard was like describing a mountain as a lump, like describing the ocean as a puddle.
And neither of those things could contain my feelings about Christmas without her.”
The Alchemist
"Biz kozmik bir yolculuktaki gezginleriz, yıldız tozuyuz, girdaplarda dönüyoruz ve dans ediyoruz ve sonsuz anaforlarız. Hayat ebedidir. Biz birbirimiz ile karşılaşmak tanışmak, sevmek ve paylaşmak için bir anlığına durduk. Bu değerli bir an. Bu sonsuzluk içinde küçük bir parantez."
"We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity."
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