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Cold November nights. It feels as if summer never happened. The beauty of setting sun, moon, and stars. Sailing to nowhere, but finding happiness in our togetherness. Never forget what we are. Stranded hearts." Fidelis O. Mkparu (2016), author of 'Love's Affliction' (and soon to be published 'Tears before Exaltation')

Coincidence sometimes happens as in a fairy tale. Wong was in an emotional state of mind. Still smoking opium, he thought about Kwang’s long-dead father, who had arrived in Singapore from Amoy on the junk Nam Hong. The opium den now felt bare and lonely without all the old vibrations. It was also dark and damp and the small kerosene lamp was running low on fuel. Wong added more kerosene and mumbled to himself, “Tonight I am going to smoke my way to heaven!

Conocía las respuestas a casi todas las preguntas que él mismo formulaba. Así la vida era más sencilla.

Cormag caught his hand and pulled him back until they were facing each other. “I think you're amazing,” he said, blurting the words out. Lachlan smiled, completely shocked and thrilled by how captivating he found him. He had never thought this could happen to him, that he would be attracted to another boy. He thought he knew himself so well. “I think you're smart, sexy, funny as hell. You have hidden depths, Lachlan. You only need the right person to coax you out of your protective shell,” he claimed. “Are you the right person?” Lachlan wondered, as he took a half step forward. Cormag took a deep breath and brushed at a strand of hair that was sticking out at a funny angle from behind the top of his ear. He tugged at his short hair every time he talked about his recent break up. He was such a dork.

Couldn't I try...Naturally, it wouldn't be a question of a tune...But couldn't I in another medium?...It would have to be a book: I don't know how to do anything else. But not a history book: history talks about what has existed - an existent can never justify the existence of another existent. My mistake was to try to resuscitate Monsieur de Rollebon. Another kind of book. I don't quite know which kind - but you would have to guess, behind the printed words, behind the pages, something which didn't exist, which was above existence. The sort of story, for example, which could never happen, an adventure. It would have to be beautiful and hard as steel and make people ashamed of their existence. I am going, I feel irresolute. I dare not make a decision. If I were sure that I had talent...but I have never, never written anything of that sort; historical articles, yes - if you could call them that. A book. A novel. And there would be people who would read this novel and who would say: 'It was Antoine Roquentin who wrote it, he was a red-headed fellow who hung about in cafés', and they would think that about my life as I think about the life of the Negress: as about something precious and almost legendary. A book. Naturally, at first it would only be a tedious, tiring job, it wouldn't prevent me from existing or from feeling that I exist. But a time would have to come when the book would be written, would be behind me, and I think that a little of its light would fall over my past. Then, through it, I might be able to recall my life without repugnance. Perhaps one day, thinking about this very moment, about this dismal moment at which I am waiting, round-shouldered, for it to be time to get on the train, perhaps I might feel my heart beat faster and say to myself: 'It was on that day, at that moment that it all started.' And I might succeed - in the past, simply in the past - in accepting myself.

Cursed the crown that brought such grief to me

Dan satu hal yang tak boleh dilupakan, kesedihannya tak seujung kuku dibandingkan dengan nestapa yang harus dipanggul banyak manusia lain di bumi ini.

Dari Profesor Charlotte ia bisa belajar tentang kekuatan fokus. "Sejak masih remaja, ketika teman-temanku lebih suka belajar menyanyi dan menari, aku tidak. Aku tidak ikut-ikutan mereka. Aku sudah punya cita-cita yang jelas. Kukatakan pada diriku, aku harus jadi profesor di The University of Edinburgh. Aku mulai belajar bahasa asing dengan serius. Salah satu teman sekolahku ketika itu berasal dari Irak. Dia gadis yang cantik dan baik. Ayahnya pengajar di Baghdad University sedang menyelesaikan Ph.D. bidang Kimia di The University of Edinburgh. Aku belajar bahasa Arab darinya. Aku belajar cerita seribu satu malam dengan bahasa Arab darinya. Sejak itu saya tertarik dengan dunia Arab. Dan aku fokus mendalaminya. Kini keinginan saya menjadi kenyataan. Kau lihat Fahri, aku sudah jadi Profesor di The University of Edinburgh.

Dead. Supposedly Suicide. That's how they'll kill Michael too. Make it look like a suicide or an accident of some sort.

Death doesn’t always want your eternal sleep. Sometimes Death just wants your eternity.

Death is but a dream and life is merely the daydream of death.

Describing colors to a blind is what writing is all about.

Did time move forward, through people, or did people move through it, like clouds across the sky?

Despite how lonely or broken down you might feel, we need you with us helping to make the world better, kinder and safer, especially for the little girls coming up.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

Di satu masa, rasa itu pernah ada. Hanya saja, kita terlambat untuk menyadarinya.

Did somebody die?” “Yes,” I replied. “Who?” he asked, starting to freak out. I pulled out my notepad and asked him if he knew a Marcie Tucker. “Marcie? Hm, Marcie, it doesn't ring a bell but… Oh yeah, the temp who's filling in while my regular assistant is out, I think her name is Marcie. In fact, she was supposed to be here today. I was actually starting to worry that… Wait. Is she…” “Unfortunately yes,” I said, “Marcie was found in her apartment late last night uh… no longer alive.” My bedside manner has never been my strong suit. Dr. Taggart looked distressed and began to ramble incoherently for a minute. I let him work through it though, I figured it was his way of grieving. I wouldn't have even paid attention to it except for the fact that it was kind of goofily, ineptly… well, poignant: "Oh, uh, Oh my God. That's terrible. I uh… I hope she didn't have any family. I mean, I don't hope she didn't have any family, what I mean is, if she uh… if she didn't have any family then there would be nobody to get all bummed out about this and uh… you know, when something like this happens, you always think about the poor, heartbroken family, so uh… if she doesn't have any family then uh… the bright side would be that nobody would, you know, have to be all bummed out." Hm. I guess I never thought of it that way. Awkward wording aside, he's kind of got a point there.

¡Dios bendiga los tiempos antiguos, en que existían cosas raras...!

Discourses, which are mostly wrapped in spurious religious and patriotic ideologies that ignite the enthusiasm of the ignorant masses

Dogeared pages means someone is reading a paperback...

Don't Rush Up The Stairs, you Just Might Fall. Take it One Step At A Time!

Don’t be offended if you encounter some good-natured ribbing; the idea of writing a novel in a month deserves to be laughed at.

Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hurts even more when in famine.

Drive. He’s already dead.

Doubt you’d find anyone as dashingly charming as me

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

Dude, don’t die out here.

Do we really mean it when we say ‘in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, until death do us part or do we add a silent clause, ‘unless you shame me or disappoint me?’ What is the cost of unconditional love and how capable are we of giving that?

Do you think I'd have plans to take your virgin cherry if I only wanted you to be my employee? You're mine, Winnie. And you're gonna stay mine. Forever.

During the Japanese invasion, bombs had fallen from the sky and people could run for cover. Now, they exploded in the middle of the road, or in the fields while people were playing soccer.

Each time I discovered a potential link between one character’s story and another’s, several more connections would reveal themselves, like a beautiful, complex web spinning itself.

Each new scientific fact gives rise to new uncertainties, and every pattern of starlight holds both a record and a prophecy.

Each photo is like a novel I can never open, Gary had explained once. I can hold it in my hand and only begin to imagine what's inside -- the lives these people might have led. Sometimes if there was a little clue on the photo - a name, date, or place - he'd try to research it...

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we're fascinated by the steadfastness of stars? The water reaches my calves. I begin the story of the Pleiades, women transformed into birds so Swift and bright that no man could snare them.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

...el Día Uno es todo el primer momento de tu vida en el cual estás atravesado por las instituciones y aprendés, en el mejor de los casos, a desconfiar de ellas, mientras dejás que tejan hilos firmes, en tu cráneo, con la intención de no dejar espacios vacíos: los agujeros del sistema [...] El Día Dos empieza y su amanecer es plateado, con una nueva y no menos firme institución que son las sustancias, legales o ilegales, y algún tipo de pretensión, o nada. En los dos casos, todos los días son el mismo.

English. That was where I met him.

Ellis smiled at her concern and kissed her cheek once more. “I promise. I’ll come home if I need help.” He stepped back and gave them a bow, showing his respect. With their permission, he left the counsel room and headed straight to his room. He packed supplies for the journey. His mother had warned him that no magic worked inside of The Forbidden Woods or even in the outskirts of it. He would have to walk there on foot and hope that no one loyal to Walter caught up with him on his way.

El ser humano es un túnel estrecho, hay que internarse en él si quieres conocerlo. Hay que avanzar en la oscuridad, aspirar el olor de todos los animales muertos, escuchar los gritos, los dientes que rechinan y los llantos. Hay que andar, hundir las patas en un charco de sangre y trepar por un hilo de oro abandonado por el propio ser humano, cuando no era más que infancia y ningún tejado cubría su techo. Animal entre animales, aún no sufría. El humano es un túnel y todo humano llora su cielo desaparecido. Esto lo sabe el perro y por ello es infinito su afecto por el humano.

Escaping Reality One Erotic Romance Novel At a Time.

Es la regla Sherlock: cuando eliminas lo imposible, lo que queda, por improbable que sea, es la respuesta.

Escribir como forma de vida o de muerte, depende de la trama.

eskiden yapılan meslekler, hiç olmazsa birçoğu, insanın o mesleğe karşı kişisel bir tutkusu yoksa, akla bile getirilmeyen mesleklerdi: topraklarına aşık köylüler, güzel masaların büyülü yaratıcısı dedem, köydeki insanların tümünün ayak ölçülerini ezbere bilen ayakkabıcılar; ormancılar, bahçıvanlar; o dönemlerde askerlerin bile birbirlerini tutkuyla öldürdüklerini düşünüyorum. yaşamın anlamı, insanlar için ‘bir soru işareti’ değildi, yaşam onlarla birlikteydi, tüm doğallığıyla, ilişkilerinde, tarlalarındaydı. her meslek, kendine özgü düşünce tarzını, kendine özgü varoluş biçimini yaratmıştı. bir doktor, bir çiftçiden başka biçimde düşünüyordu, bir askerin davranışı, bir köy öğretmeninin davranışına benzemiyordu. oysa bugün, hepimiz birbirimizin benzeriyiz; işimize karşı gösterdiğimiz ortak ilgisizlik bizi birbirimize bağlıyor. bu ilgisizlik bir tutku haline geldi. çağımızın tek büyük, kolektif tutkusu.

E ricorda: è importante che sia l'uomo il più innamorato dei due." "Perché, mamma?" "Perchè, mia cara, il cuore di una donna è mutevole ed è capace di innamorarsi anche più di una volta. Gli uomini, invece, nonostante tendano a esternare meno i propri sentimenti, quando amano, lo fanno per sempre.

Even if we try to conform to ideals and strive for perfection, we will always be pulled back to our core identity because it’s the path of least resistance for our souls – an energy force that wants nothing more than for us to honor and accept who we are and discover what we’re meant to do in the world.

Even if we fall apart, even if we don't stay together, even if we Die there is this beauty about Love that keeps us alive in each others' heart, acting as a catalyst for beating the heart.

Every book has to wait for the right time to be read and understood.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

Everyone makes mistakes, but only a few could forgive. Padahal ada banyak kesalahan yang hanya perlu dimaafkan, bukan dihukum. An eye for an eye will make us all blind.

Every event is a resource material.