I know you're still young but I want you to understand and learn this now. Marriage can wait, education cannot. You're a very very bright girl. Truly you are. You can be anything you want Laila. I know this about you. And I also know that when this war is over Afghanistan is going to need you as much as its men maybe even more. Because a society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated Laila. No chance.
Then, with far more zeal than he had done anything in weeks, he picked up a pencil stub and wrote down under the inscription, in English, "Fathers and teachers, I ponder, 'What is Hell?' I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love."
For Esme with love and squalor ?
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Do you have Goodreads account ? 😊
It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of outer space. The dark, lustrous eyes of the dog gazing out of the tiny window. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could Laika possibly be looking at?
As if I had never seen my shoes before, I set myself to study their looks, their characteristics, and, when I stir my foot, their shape and their worn uppers. I discover that their creases and white seams give them expression — impart a physiognomy to them. Something of my own nature had gone over into these shoes; they affected me, like a ghost of my other I— a breathing portion of my very self.
Thank you people :) I don't have that much time for Litsy but I'm here every mintue of my free time 💗
When someone seeks," said Siddhartha, "then it easily happens that his eyes see only the thing that he seeks, and he is able to find nothing, to take in nothing because he always thinks only about the thing he is seeking, because he has one goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal.
When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.
I visited the Book Fair today 📚😊
- Hunger, Knut Hamsun
- The Steppe, A .P. Chekhov
- When Nietzsche Wept, Irvin D. Yalom
- The Road to Wigan Pier, George Orwell
- The Idiot, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
- We, Yevgeny Zamyatin
- Narcissus and Goldmund, Hermann Hesse
- Walking, Thomas Bernhard
I don't have that much time for Litsy anymore and it is sad... 😔😔😔
Listen, I don't care what you say about my race, creed, or religion, Fatty, but don't tell me I'm not sensitive to beauty. That's my Achilles' heel, and don't you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset, and I'm limp, by God. Anything. Peter Pan. Even before the curtain goes up at Peter Pan I'm a goddamn puddle of tears.
Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka !
tired
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I'm so inactive these days 😢
I don't have time to read these days 😔😔😔
You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.
I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
Dreams from Bunker Hill & Sputnik Sweetheart
Two new books for the beginning of the semester 😊📚
I've been here only a few days and this happened. I'm so happy! 🙌 You've just made my day ! 😊🎉
This was my favorite book from childhood 👧
I was obsessed with egyptology and archeology ! 😊
" If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face forever. "
The long, long road over the moors and up into the forest - who trod it into being first of all? Man, a human being, the first that came here. There was no path before he came.
*beginning*
Some day perhaps our time will be known as the age of irony. Not the witty irony of the eighteenth century, but the stupid or malignant irony of a crude age of technological progress and cultural regression.
It makes me happy when someone adds book from my post to their 'to read' list ! 😃🙌🎉
The miracle has passed me by; it has touched but not changed me; I still have the same name and I know I will probably bear it until the end of my days; I am no phoenix; resurrection is not for me; I have tried to fly but I am tumbling like a dazzled, awkward rooster back to earth, back behind the barbed wires.
Finished :)
pickThis is my favorite Murakami's book.
It has a really powerful metaphors.
The other one he loved like a slave, like a madman and like a beggar. Why? Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of life; for no one knows such things. She gave him nothing, no nothing did she give him and yet he thanked her. She said: Give me your peace and your reason! And he was only sorry she did not ask for his life.
Hills Like White Elephants, Indian Camp and The Killers are my favorite short stories by Hemingway. 😊
Charles Bukowski, the start of European tour, 1978
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