Christy Lefteri Quotes

Where there are bees there are flowers, and wherever there are flowers there is new life and hope.

But in Syria there is a saying: inside the person you know, there is a person you do not know.

Sometimes we create such powerful illusions, so that we do not get lost in the darkness.

When you belong to someone and they are gone, who are you?

It's amazing, the way we love people from the day we are born, the way we hold on, as if we are holding on to life itself.

Name - My beautiful boy. Cause of death - This broken world.

But what I loved most was her laugh. She laughed like we would never die.

I wanted to set forth the idea that among profound, unspeakable loss, humans can still find love and light—and see one another.

Inside the person you know, there is a person you do not know.

O Allah keep me alive as long as is good for me, and when death is better for me, take me.

People are not like bees. We do not work together, we have no real sense of a greater good –

They communicated without words from the most primitive part of the soul. I remembered her laughing about this, saying that she felt like an animal, and how she realized that we are less human in our times of greatest love and greatest fear.

It takes bravery to cry out, to release what is in your heart.

Sometimes I think that if I keep walking, I will find some light, but I know that I can walk to the other side of the world and there will still be darkness. It's not like the darkness of the night, which also has white light from the stars, from the moon. This darkness is inside me and has nothing to do with the outside world.

But when she was sad my world was dark. I didn’t have a choice about this. She was more powerful than I. She cried like a child, laughed like bells ringing, and her smile was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. She could argue for hours without ever pausing. Afra loved, she hated, and she inhaled the world like it was a rose. All this was why I loved her more than life.

What he is really saying is this: this is how the story must end; our hearts can bear no more loss.

I wish I could escape my mind, that I could be free of this world and everything I have seen in the last few years. And the children who have survived - what will become of them? How will they be able to live in this world?

It’s amazing, the way we love people from the day we are born, the way we hold on, as if we are holding on to life itself.

There is always one person in a group who has more courage than the rest. It takes bravery to cry out, to release what is in your heart.

It took me years to understand them, and once I did, the world around me never looked or sounded the same.

Where there are bees there are flowers, and where there are flowers there is new life and hope.

Yes, I love thinking about beginnings. I don’t like endings, though I suppose I’m like most people in that. An ending can be staring you right in the face without you knowing it.

The sound of birdsong never changes.

Yuanfen, a mysterious force that causes two lives to cross paths in a meaningful way.

But if we had known, what would we have done? We would have been too afraid to live, too afraid to be free and to make plans.

When I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell, I could pretend for a moment that I hadn't seen the things I'd seen.

I wished that there was someone to guide me, to tell me what to do and which way to go, but I felt completely alone.

Aleppo is now like the dead body of a loved one, it has no life, no soul, it is full of rotting blood.

You see?" he whispered. "You see? You have to relax and turn into nature. Then you will be fine

Now, standing there with her face so close to mine, I could see the desire, the determination to hold on to an illusion, a vision of life, of Aleppo.

Having seen all this unfold convinced me that things can change, that hope can prevail, even in the most difficult of circumstances.

She cried like a child, laughed like bells ringing, and her smile was the most beautiful I've ever seen. She loved, she hated, and she inhaled the world like it was a rose. All this was why I loved her more than life.

But he didn’t pick up his rebab, although I waited for the music; I needed it like water. My mind was so full of cracks.

Sometimes I think that if I keep walking, I will find some light, but I know that I can walk to the other side of the world and there will still be darkness.

I believe I am unwell. I have no dreams left.

we are less human in our times of greatest love and greatest fear.

Since she had laughed and cried she had come back to life, in fragments.

You see, when you clump people together and don’t understand their personal stories, you can make up any bullshit and convince yourself it’s the truth.

It was like she’d forgotten everything else, the years leading up to the war, the riots, the dust storms, the droughts, the way we had struggled even then, even before the bombs, to stay alive.

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She looked into my eyes, as if she could see me. In that moment I could see her too, the woman inside, the woman I'd lost. She was there with me, her soul open and present and clear as light. For those few seconds I was no longer afraid of the journey, of the road ahead.

I will never forget the silence, that deep, never-ending silence. Without the clouds of bees above the field, we were faced with a stillness of light and sky. In that moment, as I stood at the edge of the field where the sun was slanting across the ruined hives, I had a feeling of emptiness, a quiet nothingness that entered me every time I inhaled.

It was cold but sunny today! Now it’s raining! This English weather is like a madman!

There is so much silence here, but the silence is filled with chaos and madness.

she realized that we are less human in our times of greatest love and greatest fear.

Name – My beautiful boy. Cause of death – This broken world.

I realized that Sami had been born into a world where everything could break.

He is always in pain this boy. But his smile and his laugh are full of light.

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in Syria there is a saying: inside the person you know, there is a person you do not know.

Afra loved, she hated, and she inhaled the world like it was a rose. All this was why I loved her more than life.

Maybe you should come out tomorrow? We can go for a walk along the seafront.' 'No', she says. 'I can't. I don't want to be out in this world.

Every king who ever ruled this place was so blind, in one way or another, that they left it full of riches and devoid of life.

Yuanfen. Fate. A force that draws two people together.

Inside the person you know there is a person you do not know.

the world? A man next to me said, ‘When you belong to someone and they are gone, who are you?

O Allah, keep me alive as long as is good for me, and when death is better for me, take me.

As if she couldn’t quite allow herself to enjoy the pleasures of one world without being pulled into the other. Her home was always waiting for her.

The photo is faded and white at the edges, and there is a small gold wedding band on the dressing table next to it.

wasn’t sure if he’d meant the Lego houses or the real houses, and then it saddened me when I realised that Sami had been born into a world where everything could break. Real

She laughed like we would never die.

I don’t want anything anymore.

and the girl opens her mouth, but not a sound comes out. I wonder what words are trapped inside her that can’t come out.

People are not like bees. We do not work together, we have no real sense of a greater good—I’ve come to realize this now.

People are not like bees. We do not work together, we have no real sense of a greater good – I’ve come to realise this now.

You see, you have to relax and turn into nature. Then you will be fine.

and that’s when I realise that the bowl is filled not with keys but with handfuls of white blossoms.

somehow the darkness inside me has swallowed me up.

life of bees and how they are a symbol of vulnerability and life and hope.

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I don't want to be out in this world.

What impact does the war have on the lives of the main characters?

Look at her, because I think she is disappearing.

behind this line.

But be patient. Reality and truth need time to unravel.

No, his dark thoughts came from somewhere else, as if he had already become afraid of losing everything, as if some echo from the future was reaching back and whispering in his ear.

After the war, I learned a lesson I would never forget: how a person can disappear inside themselves, and that, sometimes, like my father, they are never able to find their way back.

Afra and I have reached Leros and hope we will be leaving for Athens soon. If the Macedonian border is closed, then I will find another way. Don’t worry, Mustafa, I will not stop until I get there

But I don’t like their queues, their order, their neat little gardens and neat little porches and their bay windows that glow at night with the flickering of their TVs. It all reminds me that these people have never seen war.

We need people who are different, always,” she continued, “to help us all see things more clearly, and then we have a responsibility to hold on to what we have understood, but people spit these things out like the pips of olives.

Then Mustafa moved away from the table, put on his glasses, and carefully sharpened the small pencil with a knife, and, sitting down at his desk, he opened the black book and wrote: Name—My beautiful boy. Cause of death—This broken world.

All those times I wanted to be able to affect her, to bring some light to her eyes, and now I hate it that I can, because it means that she loves me and that she has been hoping for me to love her. But I am no longer worthy of her, or her forgiveness.

I imagined that there was no war, that we were really going to see our sick aunt, and that when we arrived the houses and the streets and the people would be as they always were. This is what I wanted: to be with Afra in a world that was still unbroken.

Sometimes I think that if I keep walking, I will find some light, but I know that I can walk to the other side of the world and there will still be darkness. It’s not like the darkness of the night, which also has white light from the stars, from the moon. This darkness is inside me and has nothing to do with the outside world.

The bees were an ideal society, a small paradise among chaos. But in Syria there is a saying: inside the person you know, there is a person you do not know. How she realized that we are less human in our times of greatest love and greatest fear. Sometimes we create such powerful illusions, so that we do not get lost in the darkness.

Mustafa is the reason I came here. He is the reason that Afra and I kept going until we got to the United Kingdom. But now all I can do is stare at the reflection of my face on the screen. I do not want Mustafa to know what has become of me. We are finally in the same country, but if we meet he will see a broken man. I do not believe he will recognize me.

I don't like their queues, their order, their neat little gardens and neat little porches and their bay windows that glow at night with the flickering of their TVs. It all reminds me that these people have never seen war. It reminds me that back home there is no one watching TV in their living room or on their veranda and it makes me think of everything that's been destroyed.

And the questions continue in this way. Do I have any association with the president? Where is Syria? What countries does it share borders with? Is there a river in Aleppo? What is its name? Eventually he begins to ask me about my journey here, and I tell him as much as I can remember in a straightforward, linear, coherent way, just like Lucy Fisher suggested. Except it’s harder than I thought, because when I try to answer his questions he replies often with a question that I wasn’t expecting, something that throws me and takes me to another part of the journey. I tell him as best I can about how we reached Turkey, about the smuggler’s apartment, about Mohammed, and the trip to Leros, about Athens and all those nights we spent in Pedion tou Areos. I don’t elaborate.

I remembered what Angeliki had said about Odysseus when we had first arrived here, how he had traveled to all those places, made such a journey to distant lands, in order to find his way home. But there was no home for us.

Money gets you everywhere. This is what I always say. Without it you live your entire life traveling, trying to get to where you think you need to go.

And there we both stand, battered by life, two men, brothers, finally reunited in a world that is not our home.

Yuanfen was a mysterious force that causes two lives to cross paths in a meaningful way.

It is only when they allow themselves to see, to feel the presence and love of each other, that they can start to make the journey toward survival and renewal.

People are not like bees. We do not work together, we have no real sense of a greater good

Đôi khi chúng ta tự tạo được những ảo ảnh thật kỳ diệu. Có như vậy, chúng ta mới không bị lạc trong bóng tối.

You see, we have to eat, and we have to survive, and yet we must protect our dignity and our identity. There are things we do to achieve those things. But we can respect the land and the animals that are on it. Always be kind to the land, the people, and the animals that are on it. Remember that. It’s the most important rule in the world.

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Now that I could hear this woman’s song—a melody that told a story I couldn’t understand—I hoped with all of my heart that it wasn’t too late.

When there is love, there is a safe place for sadness.