Tavsiyeleri işe değil, kişiye bakan insanlardan almalısınız. Bu tipte insanlar sizin kim olduğunuza, nasıl bir birikimle geldiğinize, neye ihtiyaç duyduğunuza bakar. Yoksa embers tavsiye vermek çok kolaydır.
Sayfa 30Kitabı okudu
Your hair is winter fire,
January embers.
My heart burns there, too.
Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.
If it is integration you are after, seduction must never stop. Otherwise boredom will creep in. And the best way to keep the process going is often to inject intermittent drama. This can be painful opening old wounds, stirring up jealousy, withdrawing a little. (Do not confuse this behavior with nagging or carping criticism—this pain is strategic, designed to break up rigid patterns.) On the other hand it can also be pleasant: think about proving yourself all over again, paying attention to nice little details, creating new temptations. In fact you should mix the two aspects, for too much pain or pleasure will not prove seductive. You are not repeating the first seduction, for the target has already surrendered. You are simply supplying little jolts, little wake-up calls that show two things: you have not stopped trying, and they cannot take you for granted. The little jolt will stir up the old poison, stoke the embers, bring you temporarily back to the beginning, when your involvement had a most pleasant freshness and tension.
Remember: comfort and security are the death of seduction. A shared journey with a little bit of hardship will do more to create a deep bond than will expensive gifts and luxuries. The young are right to not care about comfort in matters of love, and when you return to that sentiment, a youthful spark will reignite.
Sayfa 424 - 24-Beware the AftereffectsKitabı okudu
Accountability
Karma whispered softly in my ear and said, "Every story you tell yourself about another person is a trick of perspective. We all have our ways of chasing love and happiness. Dehumanizing another does not more deeply humanize you. So treat people better than you have been treated. We fall in love with those who carry lessons for us. An open heart will always feel deeply to the core. Let love's crackling embers burn away all that is built up inside, until there is a peaceful emptiness within. Like a hollow instrument, each moment will be music that is played through you."
Sayfa 125Kitabı okudu
"your hair is winter fire
january embers
my heart burns there, too"
I found Burns, absorbed, silent, abstracted from all round her by the companionship of a book, which she read by the dim glare of the embers.
Sayfa 63
The forest is changing too quickly. It is being devoured by evil. The Golden Dragon is burning it down, and from the embers of its fires, new monsters rise. Nawia, nocnica . . . all the unimaginable evils in the world. Every day, new pits open. New things crawl out. The forest itself is growing, swallowing up this village.”
History is a thing designed in retrospect.
For now, she listens to him talk, and it is enough.
She does not remember drifting off, but when she wakes, it is early in the morning, and the cottage is empty, the fire little more than embers. A blanket has been cast over her shoulders, and beyond the window, the world is white again.
And Addie will wonder if he was ever there.
Under me, I felt the ground begin to faintly tremble as my gaze swept over those in masks. The primal power of the gods invaded my every sense.
My flesh sparked.
Silvery-white embers erupted over my skin, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Casteel step back, and the wolven retreat. “Get ‘em, girl.”
I smiled as wispy, crackling cords stretched out from me.
Aşkım yaKitabı okudu
Because it begins to seem to me at such times that I am incapable of beginning a life in real life, because it has seemed to me that I have lost all touch, all instinct for the actual, the real; because at last I have cursed myself; because after my fantastic nights I have moments of returning sobriety, which are awful! Meanwhile, you hear the whirl and roar of the crowd in the vortex of life around you; you hear, you see, men living in reality; you see that life for them is not forbidden, that their life does not float away like a dream, like a vision; that their life is being eternally renewed, eternally youthful, and not one hour of it is the same as another; while fancy is so spiritless, monotonous to vulgarity and easily scared, the slave of shadows, of the idea, the slave of the first cloud that shrouds the sun... One feels that this inexhaustible fancy is weary at last and worn out with continual exercise, because one is growing into manhood, outgrowing one's old ideals: they are being shattered into fragments, into dust; if there is no other life one must build one up from the fragments. And meanwhile the soul longs and craves for something else! And in vain the dreamer rakes over his old dreams, as though seeking a spark among the embers, to fan them into flame, to warm his chilled heart by the rekindled fire, and to rouse up in it again all that was so sweet, that touched his heart, that set his blood boiling, drew tears from his eyes, and so luxuriously deceived him!
The fire of youth extinguished quite,
Comes age, like embers, dry and white.
Sayfa 113Kitabı okudu
Drowned in dreams and burning to be gone
Kendi doğasının ve karakterinin kaçınılmaz yasalarının onu hazırladığı ölümcül kaderden sözlerle veya eylemlerle kaçınacak kadar güçlü ve zeki hiçbir insan yoktur.
She burst out laughing, and the sound worked into him and around him, fanning embers of happiness into full flame. He loved the sound of her laughter. He loved her smile. He loved—
