It is a world that is made of love. Did you think there is only the kind of love your sister has for her husband? Did you think there must be here, a man with whiskers, and over here, a lady in a gown? Haven't I said, there are no whiskers and gowns where spirits are? And what will your sister do if her husband should die, and she should take another? Who will she fly to then, when she has crossed the spheres? For she will fly to someone, we will all fly to someone, we will all return to that piece of shining matter from which our souls were torn with another, two halves of the same.

Sento ancora la follia scorrermi dentro, ma ancora non ho scritto le parole che avrei voluto, la tigre mi è rimasta sulla schiena. Morirò con addosso quella figlia di puttana, ma almeno le ho dato battaglia. E se fra voi c'è qualcuno che si sente abbastanza matto da voler diventare scrittore, gli consiglio va' avanti, sputa in un occhio al sole, schiaccia quei tasti, è la migliore pazzia che possa esserci, i secoli chiedono aiuto, la specie aspira spasmodicamente alla luce, e all'azzardo e alle risate. Regalateglieli. Ci sono abbastanza parole per noi tutti.

The world can accommodate your situation, as it accommodates all situations. And your body will keep explaining to you how it all works, this original experiment, this lifelong gift. Your body will keep describing how, for the first time being at least, there is no escape from this particular vessel. These are your atoms. This is your consciousness. These are your experiences--your successes and mistakes. This is your first and final chance, your one and only biography. This is the existential container, the bowl of your life's soup, wherein something can be made sense of, wherein there is a cure, wherein you are.

Now that the wars are coming to an end, I wish you to prosper in peace. May all mortals from now on live like one people in concord and for mutual advancement. Consider the world as your country, with laws common to all and where the best will govern irrespective of tribe. I do not distinguish among men, as the narrow-minded do, both among Greeks and Barbarians. I am not interested in the descendance of the citizens or their racial origins. I classify them using one criterion: their virtue. For me every virtuous foreigner is a Greek and every evil Greek worse than a Barbarian. If differences ever develop between you never have recourse to arms, but solve them peacefully. If necessary, I should be your arbitrator.

أخذت سميرة نفسا عميقا و قالت:يا لهذا الهواء العليل,إنه نقي جدا بنقاء الطفل الرضيع.لعل الطفل يزيد نقاء جسدوالدته حين يرضع ثمرة حبه منها.

Poi è andata com'è andata. É andata come sappiamo. Sono finite le autoriduzioni, le lotte armate, le rivoluzioni, le autonomie operaie. Ai concerti si paga il biglietto, e che biglietto. I musicisti sono diventati rockstar, o almeno ci hanno provato senza vergogna. Hanno fatto la fila per un passaggio in tv, sono andati al festival di Sanremo e pure al Festivalbar. E se prima si difendevano ai concerti da chi li processava, adess si lamentano se i loro dischi si scaricano dalla rete. Parlano male della droga, del sesso senza amore, della politica che non usa la lingua della ggente. Si sposano (addirittura qualcuno in chiesa), mettono su famiglia, scoproni i valori, smettono di bere, di farsi, consigliano ai giovani di non sprecare la propria vita.Il mercato ha vinto. Il pubblico ha sfrattato il popolo. Siamo più liberi,oggi. Di comprare quello che vogliamo.Ma non è un caso, alla fine se abbiamo sempre meno musica che vale la pena d'essere comprata.

Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired. Smile, even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision. Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy. Trust, even when your heart begs you not to. Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see. Frolick, even when you are made fun of. Kiss, even when others are watching. Sleep, even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring. Run, even when it feels like you can't run any more.And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience---you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don't live life in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started.

هى الفكرة انك تبصلها كلعبة.. الفكرة كلها فى انت باصص لكل حاجة ازاى؟.. سميها لعبة أصعب.. احسن ما تسميها مشكلة او مصيبة.. فده هيحبطك.. فتبدأ لعبك/عملك/جهادك/تعبك بروح سلبية تدمرك قبل ما تبدأ.

Stell dir dein Leben vor wie ein großes Haus mit vielen Zimmern, Phil. Einige dieser Zimmer sind leer, andere voller Gerümpel. Manche sind groß und voller Licht und wieder andere sind dunkel, sie verbergen Schrecken und Kummer. Und ab und zu - nur ab und zu, hörst du ? - öffnet sich zu einem dieser schrecklichen Zimmer und du musst hineinsehen, ob du willst oder nicht. Dann bekommst du große Angst, so wie jetzt. Weißt du, was du dann tust?" Ich schüttelte den Kopf. Tereza "Dann denkst du daran, dass es dein Leben ist - dein Haus, mit deinen Zimmer. Du hast die Schlüssel, Phil. Also schließt du die Tür zu diesem schrecklichen Zimmer einfach zu" Phil "Und dann werfe ich den Schlüssel weg" Tereza "Nein, das darfst du nicht tun, niemals! Denn eines Tages spürst du vielleicht, dass nur durch dieses schreckliche Zimmer der Weg in einen größeren, schöneren Teil des Hauses führt. Und dann brauchst du den Schlüssel. Du kannst deine Angst für eine Weile aussperren, aber irgendwann musst du dich ihr stellen" Phil "Wenn ich größer bin?" Tereza "Größer und mutiger, mein Kleiner. Und vielleicht auch nicht mehr allein.

The hardest lesson you will ever learn will be to love yourself. But you can do it. There will always be days when you hate yourself, days when you wish you had never been born. But darling, you are beautiful, and if Shakespeare had met you, you would've inspired his 18th sonnet, and if Monet had known you, he would've given up painting water lilies and chosen to paint you instead. I know it’s hard to love yourself, but sometimes it’s okay to be a little selfish with your love..When you begin to feel worthless, remember that the stars died for you. You are made of elements that are thousands of years old, elements that make up every atom of your being. When you want to cut your wrists, remember that the souls of stars live in your veins. Don’t kill them.Live for the life you always wanted but were too scared to pursue.Live for you. Live for me. Live for every person who has ever loved you, for the people who have come before you, so that you may be here today.Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down the emperor didn't run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us.

میلیونها و میلیاردها آدم توی این دنیا هست که همشون می تونن بی «تو» زندگی کنن. اما آخه چرا من نمی تونم؟! این درد رو کجا ببرم؟! «من نمی تونم بی تو زندگی کنم!» کاری که هر کسی می تونه بکنه، کاری که از یه بچۀ پنج ساله بر می آد از من بر نمی آد

How can one person be more real than any other? Well, some people do hide and others seek. Maybe those who are in hiding - escaping encounters, avoiding surprises, protecting their property, ignoring their fantasies, restricting their feelings, sitting out the pan pipe hootchy-kootch of experience - maybe those people, people who won't talk to rednecks, or if they're rednecks won't talk to intellectuals, people who're afraid to get their shoes muddy or their noses wet, afraid to eat what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water, afraid to bet a long shot to win, afraid to hitchhike, jaywalk, honky-tonk, cogitate, osculate, levitate, rock it, bop it, sock it, or bark at the moon, maybe such people are simply inauthentic, and maybe the jacklet humanist who says differently is due to have his tongue fried on the hot slabs of Liar's Hell. Some folks hide, and some folk's seek, and seeking, when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren't afraid to look and won't turn tail should they find it - and if they never do, they'll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of Earth's sweet gas.

Một người này có thể sống trong ký ức của một người kia, không chỉ hình ảnh mà cả tiếng nói lẫn thái độ.Bạn đã bao giờ bắt gặp những cuộc trò chuyện trong tâm tưởng chưa? Trong nhiều trường hợp, những cuộc trò chuyện như vậy lại sống động hơn và chân thật hơn khi đối mặt ngoài đời.Có thể bạn không tin những điều tôi nói nhưng nếu bạn biết rằng trong vương quốc của tâm tưởng, nơi con người ta không cần phải vót nhọt thái độ theo hoàn cảnh, không cần phải thu xếp lời ăn tiếng nói để sự thẳng thắn khỏi bị đánh lưới thì bờ cõi của sự chân thật được mở rộng đến vô biên và mỗi ý kiến cá nhân đều có một ngai vàng tráng lệ của riêng mình.

You’re seeing someone else, aren’t you?" Seeing someone else? How on earth could that explain any of this? Why would seeing someone else necessitate bringing home a middle­-aged woman, a teenaged punk and an American with a leather jacket and a Rod Stewart haircut? What would the story have been? But then, after reflection, I realised that Penny had probably been here before, and therefore knew that infidelity can usually provide the answer to any domestic mystery. If I had walked in with Sheena Easton and Donald Rumsfeld, Penny would probably have scratched her head for a few seconds before saying exactly the same thing. In other circumstances, on other evenings, it would have been the right conclusion, too; I used to be pretty resourceful when I was being unfaithful to Cindy, even if I do say so myself. I once drove a new BMW into a wall, simply because I needed to explain a four­-hour delay in getting home from work. Cindy came out into the street to inspect the crumpled bonnet, looked at me, and said, “You’re seeing someone else, aren’t you?” I denied it, of course. But then, anything – smashing up a new car, persuading Donald Rumsfeld to come to an Islington flat in the early hours of New Year’s Day – is easier than actually telling the truth. That look you get, the look which lets you see right through the eyes and down into the place where she keeps all the hurt and the rage and the loathing... Who wouldn’t go that extra yard to avoid it?

In life in general we get back what we put out, if we ever were to find ourselves in a situation where we get back less or even the opposite of what we put out, then we need to get out, take ourselves out of that situation, for it is futile to try to go against the grain of feelings, emotions, life... it is not only going to lead to nowhere but pain, it is also going to lead to loneliness, bitterness, sadness, despair and heartbreak. so for those of you who are going through this currently, brush that crap off of your plate and move on. Those of you that have not experienced this yet, keep your eyes and your ears open, because in most cases it takes a while to see what has been right in front of you hitting you with baseball bats. BE AWARE OF WHAT IS. be aware of what that other person is giving to you. ask yourselves a few questions, 1) am I getting back the love that I am putting out? 2) Do I always have to initiate the conversation? 3) When I do initiate the conversation, do I get a response? 4) if so, is it on par with what I put forth. 5) in most cases of conversation does it seem like I am being ignored? 6) If I reach out to hold his/her hand does it get held back? or am I doing all the holding? ~~ The more of these simple yet profound questions you can answer negatively too. the bigger the chance that you are in a hopeless, futureless, hated by the other person relationship. So, keep your eyes and your ears open, ask yourselves questions and always and I do mean always, Be Aware of everything. it will save you heartache in the future.