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Seharusnya novel tidak seperti balapan sepeda, tetapi seperti perjamuan dengan banyak hidangan.

Semakin banyak mimpi, berarti semakin banyak berharap. Itu berarti harus siap jika sewaktu-waktu jatuh dan merasakan sakit yang bertubi-tubi.

Semua orang paham jika masing-masing membutuhkan rumah untuk pulang. Kita semua butuh rehat. Kita butuh berlindung dari dinginnya malam dan teriknya matahari. Bukan dengan penghangat ruangan maupun dinginnya AC. Tapi kita mencarinya dengan kehangatan dan kesejukan keluarga. Sebuah keintiman yang menjauhkan kita dari keterasingan.

Seorang novelis sebaiknya menciptakan “sebuah wilayah di mana tak seorang pun memiliki kebenaran...tapi di mana setiap orang punya hak untuk dimengerti

Sesaat ia terhenyak oleh teks wasiat Habib Hasan Al Bahr. Menghadaplah kepada Allah dengan hati luluh. Hindarkan dirimu dari sikap ujub dan angkuh. Pergaulilah manusia yang jahat dengan baik, karena pada hakikatnya kamu sedang bermuamalah dengan Allah yang Maha Besar. Ulurkan tanganmu kepada orang-orang fakir dengan sesuatu yang dikaruniakan Allah kepadamu. Lalu bayangkanlah, bahwa Allah-lah yang pertama kali menerima pemberianmu itu, sebagaimana dituturkan dalam berbagai ayat Al-Qur'an dan hadits Nabi. Kelak hatimu akan merasa sangat senang dan bahagia dengan Allah.

She closed the distance between them and gave him a tentative hug. He was liberally cologned, with a scent that incited bewildering memories. She circled him, not knowing why. She had only met him a few weeks back, yet tonight, something about him triggered old memories, of a time, a person. Maybe not. What she did know, he lacked that special ingredient that moved her. Dull as ditch water. He was sufficiently polite, but that was about all she could say. –Michael Benzehabe, from the novel Unassimilated

She didn’t think that by hanging a chandelier from the ceiling you made a room with a chandelier. She felt you’d made another world, which you could slip in and out of by some vague process of application

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

She had an ability to love that went beyond my ability to grasp the slightest concept of what love was.

She had Google, and she had Wikipedia. She could look up anything obscure, any words or phrases that she didn’t understand. A romance novel was just a book, while the Internet was the Internet. The Internet would crack these nuts for sure.

She knew this day was different and worse, much worse than before. This was the day that Bethany began to believe their lies. And not only did she believe them, she silently repeated them, causing more damage to her soul and spirit than anyone else on earth could have ever done to her.

She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than the last.

She lifts her eyes, and there is Death in the corner, but not like a king with his iron crown, as the epics claimed. Why, it is a giant brush loaded with white paint. It descends upon her with gentle suddenness, obliterating the shape of the world.

She might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.

She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.

She said, 'It is filled with all the words for how I want you.

She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.

She's still quite fit at ninety, fit enough to chew her food with her own teeth. Apparently she grew up in a house without a bar of soap, let alone tooth powder. Her family didn't have electricity until she started elementary school, and she'd never seen a train until the tracks of the Koumi line were laid in Saku. It's exactly as if she were born in the Edo period. These days, you only have to drive for five minutes to find a sparkling clean convenience store, with bright lights above shelves stocked with everything you could possibly need. Land that used to be fields of mulberry bushes is now crisscrossed by smooth, wide roads lined with video rental stores and fast food restaurants. I would say O-Hatsu has seen more changes in her lifetime than I have. After all, she lived for most of the century when this country was changing faster than it ever had before. Even so, I have a feeling that the inside of her head has remained much the same as when she was a girl. By "the inside of her head" I mean the way she sees the world around her—the language she uses to make sense of it. In my case, the very way I looked at the world and the words I used to understand it had altogether changed.

She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death.

She was magic, a direct light—the kind that seeps through in places that didn’t exist inside him anymore. The light he thought he lost forever, but Nick realized we don’t lose the light, we absorb it, and with Olivia he wanted to absorb every small speck of it.

She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers through her hair and staring at her face like she was magic that none ever understood.

Sifat manusia, mungkin. Kurang menghargai sesuatu yang sudah mereka miliki - Hyun Geun

Shit, man, if you see a dog scratching at the dirt trying to dig something up, walk away real fast,” he said, then pulled a little square of paper from his pocket and swallowed whatever was folded inside.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

Si tuvieras que elegir entre la cordura, tu vida tal como la recuerdas, antes que la verdadera inestabilidad, ¿qué elegirías como manera adecuada para vivir de un estudioso?

Since the moment when, at the sight of his beloved and dying brother, Levin for the first time looked at the questions of life and death in the light of the new convictions, as he called them, which between the ages of twenty and thirty-four had imperceptibly replaced the beliefs of his childhood and youth, he had been less horrified by death than by life without the least knowledge of whence it came, what it is for, why, and what it is, Organisms, their destruction, the indestructibility of matter, the law of the conservation of energy, development—the terms that had superseded these beliefs—were very useful for mental purposes; but they gave no guidance for life, and Levin suddenly felt like a person who has exchanged a thick fur coat for a muslin garment and who, being out in the frost for the first time, becomes clearly convinced, not by arguments, but with the whole of his being, that he is as good as naked and that he must inevitably perish miserably.

So? I know lots of beautiful women. Nova wanted to chase... I merely obliged her by running.

Sólo un recelo chiquito y fastidioso, como el grano de tierra que en un ojo se nos mete y nos hace sufrir tanto, me estorba para la felicidad absoluta. Y es la sospecha de que todavía no me quieres bastante, que no has llegado al supremo límite del querer, ¿qué digo límite, si no lo hay?, al principio del último cielo, pues yo no puedo hartarme de pedir más, más, siempre más; y no quiero, no quiero sino cosas infinitas, entérate... todo infinito, infinitísimo, o nada... ¿Cuántos abrazos crees que te voy a dar cuando llegues? Ve contando. Pues tantos como segundos tarde una hormiga en dar la vuelta al globo terráqueo. No; más, muchos más. Tantos como segundos tarde la hormiga en partir en dos, con sus patas, la esferita terrestre, dándole vueltas siempre por una misma línea... Con que saca esa cuenta, tonto.

So long time has passed since those days, and since that story, which is still vivid in my memory, and even more vivid than all the rest. Some times I stay alone in my work - room here, in my father's old mansion in Pasadena, and I look through the old, yellow pages again and again. Then I go back to the north part which is furnished in my style, with many colored Bulgarian carpets and blankets (special kind of Bulgarian blankets with long fur), I make my coffee in a cooper coffee - pot, which has been brought from there, and my thoughts wonder to those absurd memories of mine... Very often some friends ask me - what is that unusual memories of yours? I can't explain to them, better say I don't want to, and I always avoid the answer by saying - a la Bulgaro - in a Bulgarian way..."Oh, yes, yes"...

So...Mason, Eddie, and Mia went to Spokane to hunt Strigoi?" "Yes." "Holy shit. Why didn't you go with them? Seems like something you'd do." I resisted the urge to smack him. "Because I'm not insane! But I'm going to go get them before they do something even stupider.

Someone once told me that we move when it becomes less painful than staying where we are".

Some things are just like riding a bicycle; you jump on, pedal, and hope you don’t fall.

Some people you meet and they're your friend for a day. Some you meet and you never really know at all. And then there are those who get caught inside your soul and stay there forever.

Sometimes a girl's gotta be bad to be good. Murder in the Dog Park

Sometime rhetoric was just another way to lie and impress persons, and he knew this

Sometimes, I can’t separate the reality from dream or illusion. Sometimes, I get so tired thinking about what if I’m not really here and all the good things happened in my life were just a mirage.” “I guess you feel it when you reach some sort of pleasure?” “True. I’m suffering from the fear of losing happiness. The fear that the moments of joy to be taken away from me and be replaced by a tragedy” “Cherophobia. That’s what it’s called.” She glanced at my face “Yeah. That’s what the shrink said” “I’ll cure your fear” “How?” “By eternal life

Sometimes he counts himself to sleep by imagining the miles between stars like the succession of footsteps cleaving him from his home, as if mastering the distance in thought might blunt the separation. But if a man cannot return to the place of his birth, then what is there to stay his restless feet? What center will hold him from wandering endlessly? It should not be so difficult, he thinks, to know one’s place in the order of things.

Sometimes I still feel that there are two of me: one clean, flawless picture, the other imperfect and cracked; one boy, one girl; one voice that speaks aloud and one that whispers in my ear; one publicly known to have been troubled but be on the mend, the other who has privately lost something to do with innocence and gained something to do with knowledge and adulthood that can never be undone. I feel sometimes there are things that tear me in two directions, that there are two sets of thoughts that grow side by side. But then I realize that I am whole, whatever that means and does not mean; I am complete without the need for additions or alteration.

Sometimes it seems to me that everything I have is chronic. My whole life is a chronic condition.

Sometimes I think it is my fate to live in the wreckage and confusion of crumbling houses.

Sometimes there are moments in life that defy human reasoning; unique occurrences that simply cannot properly be resolved with the natural mind. So it’s only when one reaches further than themselves, and out into the unseen realm of faith, that life’s most miraculous moments can truly be discerned. For it is in these moments that God is making more known the reality of His existence; and more known to we who believe, the greatness of His power and love.

Sometimes the changes are good. Sometimes you think they're good and you end up disappointed. Other times you think life has handed you a lemon and it turn out to be a diamond. And there are other times when it just is what it is. It's not what you wanted, but there's nothing you can do about it, so you just have to accept what's happened and go on

Sometimes surviving is all you can do

Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that's all there is to it.

Sometimes when all feels lost, when there seem to be no other apparent options, letting loose anything as an unknown variable is the only way to alter the course of your history.

Sore, hungry, and dehydrated, Naomi Robertson lay on a festering bed and opened her eyes to the unfamiliar surroundings. Her head throbbed and she struggled to focus, due to the intake of Rohypnol. She ran her dry tongue between the gap where her front teeth had once been. Slowly, she made out the interior of the huge-dilapidated brick building

Son todas líneas”, pensó y comenzó a ver a cada una de esas personas como una raya trazada sobre un hipotético mapa. Un gigantesco enredo de calles que se cruzaban, se rozaba, se unían y luego proseguían adelante. Allí afuera, en los caminos del mundo, había miles de millones de líneas, de recorridos de vida. Miles de millones de direcciones. Calles enfiladas, desviadas por azar, a veces interrumpidas bruscamente. Pensó que dos enamorados no eran más que dos recorridos a merced del azar. Podían dibujar los trayectos más absurdos en el mapamundi, dirigirse a cualquier parte y no encontrarse jamás. O bien cruzarse también varias veces y no reconocerse. Podían tomar el mismo autobús todas las mañanas, sin saber nada el uno del otro. Así hasta el fin de sus días, sin relacionarse. Pero bastaba muy poco: un intercambio de frases, incluso casual, y las líneas se abrían mágicamente unido. Dos grises trazos de un solitario recorrido se habrían convertido en una sola calle compartida.

Sometimes you have to let go a little bit and travel the path of least resistance but this doesn’t mean that you quit when things get tough, as you are working towards a goal! It just means that you may only be able to see a rough draft of your final destination, right now, and that it’s safe to explore along the way.

So we will cover every possibility. We will take turns at the telescope. I will keep watch in the day, and at night you will take my place, and together we will see to it that no part of the sky goes unobserved.

Speak peace unto the world and good souls will stand.