Life makes fools of all of us sooner or later. But keep your sense of humor and you'll at least be able to take your humiliations with some measure of grace. In the end, you know, its our own expectations that crush us.
A garden did not need people in order to be alive and natural. The flowers might have died, and the last leaves might be falling, but the space was still redolent with the odors of life. It contained a thousand reassurances that no matter what one pe...
Soon, he would become an adult. And when he did, there would be not going back because adulthood was akin to what his father had once said about being a war hero: one you became one, you died one.
Memang saya hidup, beribadah dan belajar ajaran-ajaran mazhab Sunni, namun tidak pernah sedikitpun terbersit di hati untuk menjadikan Sunni sebagai agama. Agama saya tetap Islam. Dan bisakah kita berpegangan pada berpedoman bangsa kita, “Bhineka Tu...
My flashlight’s not working. I don’t know if the batteries are dead, but my mother-in-law sure as hell isn’t. When she dies, my love can live.
I wonder if when a politician dies, he gets reincarnated as a higher life form, like a cockroach. Well, maybe not that high up the dignity chain.
Neighbours complaining about someone’s dog making an awful racket. You could hardly blame the poor beast, its owner had died in her bed at least a fortnight before and there hadn’t been much left of the old girl worth eating.
In the middle of the night, it was always the same. The dreams told the dreamer, The dreams told the dreamer, consider and consider , and for the most part, it was fine to consider these things, to engage the subconscious in the exercise of willful c...
Non avevo capito l'ultima frase. L'avevo guardata uscire dalla sua bocca, ne avevo inseguito brevemente il suono. Poi, senza accorgermene, il mio sguardo si era avventurato nel suo. Allora sentii allentarsi i muscoli del viso. Tutto dentro di me cede...
After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dus...
Quando arrivi a un bivio e non sai da che parte andare, ti fermi e sogni. Sogni cosa ti aspetta nella strada a dritta, poi sogni cosa ti aspetta nella strada a manca. E la strada che vince questo duello di sogni diventa quella che imboccherai.
Dibanding yang kau pikirkan, dunia itu selalu saling berhubungan. Manusia dengan manusia itu saling berhubungan. Pertalian antar manusia bukanlah sesuatu yang selemah seperti yang kau pikirkan. Karena itu, janganlah menyerah. Entah di mana akan selal...
But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I'm a speck of dust floating in the air that can only be seen when a shaft of light hits it.
I became quietly seized with that nostalgia that overcomes you when you have reached the middle of your life and your father has recently died and it dawns on you that when he went he took some of you with him.
There was a saying in our family that no one ever died; people just dried up, were hung on a hook, and conducted their affairs from there.
Erano stati vanesi ed egoisti, persino Cam. Ma ora tutto ciò non aveva più importanza perché non era rimasto niente, tranne loro, tranne gli Dèi Bianchi che avanzavano sulla terra in cerca di qualcosa che non esisteva più.
La nobiltà non fa per me. La ricchezza la stimo e non la stimo. Tutto il mio piacere consiste nel vedermi servita, desiderata, adorata. Questa è la mia debolezza, e questa è la debolezza di quasi tutte le donne...
Ly-di-ah! I sit beneath your window, laaaass, singing ’cause I loooove your a—” “For the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet. There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside,” Charlotte interrupted the flow of music in il...
Molti tra i vivi meritano la morte. E parecchi che sono morti avrebbero meritato la vita. Sei forse tu in grado di dargliela? E allora non essere troppo generoso nel distribuire la morte nei tuoi giudizi: sappi che nemmeno i più saggi possono vedere...
Quando un uomo mangia tre pasti al giorno, diventa pericoloso. Per se stesso e per gli altri. Mangiare troppo rende nervosi. Pasti continui e digestioni faticose creano le guerre. Difficilmente i morti di fame combattono tra loro.
Telling a story is like sowing a seed—you always hope to see it become a beautiful tree, with firm roots and branches that soar up in the sky. But it is a peculiar sowing, for you will never know whether your seed sprouts or dies.
