A capacity to feel joy must be balanced by a capacity to know pain
Our world is born of, and exists because of, duality. This is a fundament of our natural world, but it's also important to see in our own lives. The truth is that the greater capacity you have for darkness is as much contrast through which you can see light. The yin/yang of our emotional selves is always in balance; it truly just depends on what perspective we choose to view things through-both are equally available to us, the choice is always, ultimately, ours.
Sayfa 301
First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is
a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people
involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different
countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which has lain
“In one life we have known each other for years and are married . . .’ he said.
‘In most lives I don’t know you at all,’ she countered, now staring straight at him.
‘That’s so sad.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Really?’
‘Really.’ She smiled.
‘We’re special, Nora. We’re chosen. No one understands us.’
‘No one understands anyone. We’re not chosen.’
‘The only reason I am still in this life is because of you . . .’
She lunged forward and kissed him.”
This is so... Unhinged...
Sighing, I pull my fingers out of her and get to my knees, turning off the tap and releasing some of the water down the drain.
My anger knows no bounds, because I want to smash the tub up for interrupting us.
“This is why we are strong. We draw our strength from centuries and centuries of unforgotten injustices. Our task—our very reason for being—is to make those deaths mean something. After us, there will be no Speer. Only a memory.”
“I’m sorry.” The stinging in my eyes was welling over now. He couldn’t do this. Not like this. “I’m so sorry, Leon, please, please don’t —”
“Don’t say you’re sorry.” His voice was just a whisper as he backed away, putting distance between us as if he was afraid I’d cling to him again. “No human is ready for forever, and forever is all I have. But you gave me a part of your life, when mortal lives are so short.” He laughed softly. “I suppose saving your soul could be as good as owning it, so you’d better fucking survive.” He glanced back at the trees, as a freezing wind ruffled his hair and another cry shattered the night. As the awful sound faded away, he said, “You should know that I love you, for whatever that’s worth. Stay alive. Don’t waste that mortal life.”
That was where he left me, standing there in the door with tears streaming down my face and his name in my hand.
Rae-Leon.Kitabı okudu
Wait is this fucking play about us?!?!
"Ne yapıyorlar?"
"Din propagandası. Yaratan' dan bahsediyorlar."
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"Bir kere kutsal metinlerinde okumuştum. Bilginleri, Ulu Mimar' ın kutsal ve seçilmiş çocukları olarak karşılaştıkları her kâfire dinlerini anlatmaları gerektiğini söylüyor.
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"Yüzyıllardır savaştığınız savaşlara, birbirine giren ülkene bak. Sana evrimleşmiş görünüyorlar mı?"
"Sizin savaşlarınız neden medeni sayılıyor? Milyonlar öldü degil mi?"
"Onlar Kaos'a karşı savaşırken öldü. Bizim savaşımız içsel değil. Din uğruna.
Eva'nın aşk itirafı <3
“I used to wonder if fate was real,” she said gently. “I used to fear it
meant that I had no real choices. Then I secretly hoped fate was real and
that you and I were fated, that by some miraculous chance I was your true
love. But now I don’t care if fate is real—because I don’t need it to decide
for me. I don’t need it to make this choice. I’ve made my decision, Jacks.
It’s you. It will always be you, until the end of time. And I’ll fight fate or
anyone else who tries to tear us apart—including you. You are my choice.
You are my love. You are mine. And you are not going to be the end of me,
Jacks.”
EvangelineKitabı okudu
Nikolai's arms wrap around my back to fuse us closer, but he doesn't rush it, doesn't turn it into a lustful frenzy like we're used to.
Maybe it's because he, too, knows this isn't about lust anymore. It stopped being about lust a long time ago.
For me, it was never about lust. I was drawn to him, which is why I wanted him. It wasn't the other way around.
Until that time, I had understood death as something entirely separate from and independent of life. The hand of death is bound to take us, I had felt, but until the day it reaches out for us, it leaves us alone. This had seemed to me the simple, logical truth. Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.
“Don’t go anywhere in that pretty head,” Ari murmured, showing that he knew me better than anyone else ever had somehow. “It’s just me and you now, sunshine. And this thing between us is so big, there’s never going to be room for anyone else.”
“How do you do that?” I sighed, finally dragging my gaze away from him. “How do you see me like that?”
He chuckled to himself and shook his head. ““You’re all I see, Blake. I feel like I’ve been looking for you my whole life.”
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"This is the ruca," the owner of the house told me. It was round like an igloo or a kiva, and only the roof stuck up above the surface; the rest of it was underground. It had been built by the husbands and boyfriends of these women, who sometimes participated in the meetings, but on those occasions they met in the tent, because the ruca was a feminine sanctuary. Following their lead, I took off my clothes; some were completely naked, others left their underwear on. Blanca lit a handful of sage leaves to "cleanse us" with the fragrant smoke as we crawled through a narrow tunnel on hands and knees.
Evin sahibi bana "Burası ruca" dedi. Bir eskimo kulübesi ya da kiva gibi yuvarlaktı ve yalnızca çatısı yüzeyin üzerinde yükseliyordu; geri kalan kısmı yer altındaydı. Ruca kadınlar için bir sığınak olduğundan, bazen toplantılara katılan ancak bu durumlarda çadırda buluşan bu kadınların eşleri ve erkek arkadaşları tarafından yaptırılmıştı. Onların yönlendirmesine uyarak kıyafetlerimi çıkardım; bazıları tamamen çıplaktı, bazıları iç çamaşırlarını çıkarmamıştı. Biz dar bir tünelden ellerimiz ve dizlerimiz üzerinde emeklerken Blanca, hoş kokulu dumanla "bizi temizlemek" için bir avuç adaçayı yaprağı yaktı.
Sayfa 180 - Rucaya girişKitabı okudu
