Ilana Quotes

Kenapa harus takut gelap kalau ada banyak hal indah yang hanya bisa dilihat sewaktu gelap? -Nishimura Kazuto

Seandainya masih ada harapan - sekecil apapun untuk mengubah kenyataan, ia bersedia menggantungkan seluruh hidupnya demi harapan.

Apakah ada yang tahu bagaimana rasanya mencintai seseorang yang tidak boleh dicintai? Aku tahu. Hidup ini sungguh aneh, juga tidak adil. Suatu kali hidup melambungkanmu setinggi langit, kali lainnya hidup menghempaskanmu begitu keras ke bumi. Ketika aku menyadari dialah satu-satunya yang paling kubutuhkan dalam hidup ini, kenyataan berteriak di telingaku dia juga satu-satunya orang yang tidak boleh kudapatkan.

Selama dia bahagia, aku juga akan bahagia. Sesederhana itu.

Di mana pun dia berada. Dan kuharap dia tahu bahwa selama aku masih bernafas, aku akan selalu mencintainya. Sepenuh hatiku. Selamanya. -Alex Hirano

walaupun tidak ada hal lain di dunia ini yang bisa kau percayai, percayalah bahwa aku mecintaimu. sepenuh hatiku.

Suatu kali hidup melambungkanmu setinggi langit,kali lainnya hidup menghempaskanmu begitu keras ke bumi

Hari yang indah selalu bisa membuat semua orang gembira, bukan?

Mungkin kau tidak membutuhkanku. Tapi aku membutuhkanmu.

Sekarang... Saat ini saja... Untuk beberapa detik saja... aku ingin bersikap egois. Aku ingin melupakan semua orang, mengabaikan dunia, dan melupakan asal-usul serta latar belakangku. Tanpa beban, tuntutan, atau harapan, aku ingin mengaku. Aku mencintainya.

Kalau aku mengatakannya, reaksi apa yang akan kau berikan? Apakah kau akan menerima pengakuanku? Apakah kau akan percaya padaku? Apakah kau masih akan menatapku seperti ini? Atau apakah justru kau akan menjauh dariku? Meninggalkanku? Tapi aku tahu aku harus mengatakannya padamu. Aku tidak mungkin menyimpannya selamanya. Entah bagimana reaksimu nanti setelah mendengarnya, aku hanya berharap satu hal padamu. Jangan pergi dariku. Tetaplah disisiku

Apakah ada yang tahu bagaimana rasanya mencintai seseorang yang tidak boleh dicintai? Aku tahu.

Sebenarnya aku tidak bermaksud menghindarimu. Aku hanya berusaha menghindari perasaanku sendiri dengan menghindarimu (Mia)

Dia juga tidak perlu melakukan apa-apa. Yang paling penting adalah kenyataan bahwa dia ada dan saya bisa melihatnya.” –Nishimura Kazuto–

Ada saatnya ketika rasa sakit sama sekali tidak penting. - Nishimura Kazuto

Hidup ini penuh dengan pilihan dan kalau kita memili bersikap tidak bertanggung jawab maka kita sendiri yang harus menerima akibatnya. - Naomi Ishida

Dulu kalau aku tak begitu, kini bagaimana aku? Dulu kalau aku tak di situ, kini di mana aku? Kini kalau aku begini, kelak bagaimana aku? Kini kalau aku di sini, kelak di mana aku? Tak tahu kelak ataupun dulu Cuma tahu kini aku begini Cuma tahu kini aku di sini Dan kini aku melihatmu

Kurasa aku sudah terbiasa selalu melihatmu, jadi kalau kau tidak ada, aku merasa agak aneh. Seolah-olah ada sesuatu yang... salah.

selama dia bahagia aku pun bahagia sesederhana itu

jangan marah padaku kalau aku menangis, Hari ini saja Kau boleh lihat sendiri nanti. Kau akan lihat tak lama lagi aku akan kembali bekerja, tertawa, dan mengoceh seperti biasa, aku janji.

Aku menyadari sesuatu selama aku berada disini. Aku rindu padamu. - Danny Jo

Aku bersedia melakukan apa pun agar kau tetap berada di sisiku, bersamaku, selama kau juga menginginkan hal yang sama.

Walaupun tidak ada hal lain di dunia ini yang bisa kau percayai, percayalah bahwa aku mencintaimu. Sepenuh hatiku

Kau mungkin tidak sempurna, tapi kau sempurna untukku

Mimpi tidak akan bertahan lama. Kita boleh saja hidup dalam mimpi, tetapi cepat atau lambat kenyataan akan mendesan masuk, dan ketika kenyataan mendesak masuk dan berhadapan denganmu, kau hanya bisa menerima. - Keiko Ishida

Kau tidak bisa memaksakan diri mencintai seseorang, sama seperti kau tidak bisa memaksakan diri memberikan orang yang kau cintai.

Aku sudah bertahan seumur hidup tanpa dirimu, jadi aku yakin aku akan baik-baik saja. - Naomi Ishida

Waktu memang berlalu dengan cepat ketika kau sedang bersenang-senang. - Naomi Ishida

Karena sesuatu yang indah akan terlihat saat gelap. Nishimura Kazuto

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Suatu kali hidup melambungkanmu setinggi langit, kali lainnya hidup menghempaskanmu begitu ke bumi.

Suatu kali hidup melambungkanmu setinggi langit, kali lainnya hidup mengempaskanmu begitu keras ke bumi

Pasti akan terdengar aneh kalau seseorang yang tidak kaukenal berkata padamu bahwa kalian sudah berkencan dan kau pernah menyatakan perasaan suka pada orang itu. Kau pasti tidak akan percaya. Tidak ada orang yang akan percaya.

Pada saat kita bertemu lagi nanti, kalau perasaanmu masih belum berubah, kalau kau masih merasa sulit percaya padaku, kalau kau tidak mau melihatku lagi, tidak mau berurusan denganku lagi, kau hanya perlu mengatakannya dan aku akan menuruti apapun yg kau katakan.” (Spring in London)

Menjadi pengurus rumahmu memberiku alasan untuk menjalani hidupku. Lalu perlahan-lahan aku sadar bahwa kau juga menjadi salah satu alasanku untuk bertahan hidup.

Jangan marah padaku kalau aku menangis.... Hari ini saja.... Kau boleh lihat sendiri nanti. Kau akan lihat tidak lama lagi aku akan kembali bekerja, tertawa, dan mengoceh seperti biasa.... Aku janji.... -Tara Dupont

both Ilana and Vincent cradled their tenderness in harsh words. They were so different from each other in every other sense. But maybe this place made all of us that way. Taught us to hide love in sharp edges.

Ia tidak ingin mendengarnya. Ia tidak mau mengakuinya, tetapi jauh di dalam lubuk hatinya ia tahu ia merasakan hal itu. Tetapi itu perasaan terlarang baginya. Ia tidak boleh merasakannya. Tidak boleh memikirkannya. Lebih mudah bersikap seolah-olah perasaan itu tidak nyata. Jadi itulah yang ia lakukan.

Kalau dia bahagia, aku juga merasa bahagia. Sesederhana itu.

There is something nice about a library, isn't there?" Mr. Curtis said. He nodded and took in the familiar scenery. "The scent of ink and worn, dusty pages.

You can't throw kindling on a fire and deny you kept it burning. And right now, cowardice is that kindling.

Kenapa kau selalu memanggilku Clark? Kau bisa memanggilku dengan nama depan, kau tahu, sama seperti yang lainnya." | "Karena sudah terbiasa. Lagi pula, aku suka menjadi satu-satunya orang yang memanggilmu Clark. Kurasa satu-satunya hal yang bisa membuatku memanggil nama depanmu adalah kalau kau menikah denganku. Kalau itu terjadi, berarti kau akan menjadi Mia Hirano. Dan saat itu aku tidak mungkin memanggilmu dengan nama belakang, bukan?

Katakan padaku. Kalau kau sudah minta maaf, tapi permintaan maafmu tidak diterima. Apa yang harus kau lakukan?

But it’s okay… it will all be over soon.

What is your dissertation, Ilana Davita?” “Babel and Camus: Twists of Fate and Faith. Babel’s The Red Cavalry and Camus’s The Stranger.

Hidup Tanpa nya sama sekali bukan hidup..

This world could burn, for all I care

Time is freedom

We cannot back down from the idea that we are deserving of support and understanding in our time of need, but the reality is we might not get it from the people we expect it from.

It wasn’t me these people cared about; it was my capacity to soak up pain like a sponge.

I CAN LOSE WEIGHT. I WILL LOSE WEIGHT. I CARE TO LOSE THIS WEIGHT. MY BODY LOVES LOSING WEIGHT, AND SO DO I.

This just proves how far you and the others are willing to go to keep things hidden.

The neoconservative pseudo-conservatives speak like Tocqueville but act like Robespierre.

Kau tahu berapa lama aku mencarimu? Aku sudah berlari mengelilingi kota Paris demi mencarimu.

What’s red and green and goes 80 miles an hour? A frog in a blender.

I pop an M&M into my mouth. I want to track down Ilana from AA and tell her to go fuck herself. Candy will never replace a glass of wine.

Grief, she realizes, is selfish. It’s about what she’s losing, not what her mother lost, not what her mother still had time or desire to do in her life—and surely there was a lot. Iris was young, as old people go.

The distance Maggie still feels from the existence of her grief makes her intensely self-conscious, as if she’s acting in a movie about a woman who goes home when her mother dies rather than actually experiencing it.

Even losing Ilana hadn’t prepared me for this. The sheer degree of fucking obsession that grief forces upon you. It took everything I had to force my mind to think about something other than him—it had exhausted me so completely.

The poor and people of color are yoked to the abject; white people use its exploration as a path toward self-liberation. It’s a valid critique—and one that Broad City has increasingly interrogated, suggesting, especially in later seasons, the extent of Abbi and Ilana’s privilege.

Everyone has reasons for everything they do. Good, bad, racist, phobic, logical or not, doesn’t really matter. The reasons exist, for them.

HEROES?” I laughed. “Look at the world! There’s nothing heroic about it… No, this world could burn, for all I care… and so could everyone in it.

Time is freedom.

Time is and it isn’t… It can be your greatest enemy or your greatest friend. But it all depends on you.

Do I have your leave to keep on clinging to a dream of you?

It would occur to her later that sympathy is disarming even without surprise, but unexpected sympathy leaves no defense.

Permintaan maaf tidak akan mengubah apa yang sudah terjadi. Tidak akan menjadikan semuanya baik-baik saja.

feeling and showing insecurity were two different things, and that the latter was deeply unattractive

It was one of those intimate, extremely intense friendships that fizzled out when they were no longer in the same space.

As always, I destroy everything around me. Even the dandelion that always seemed to be so full of life is slowly withering away… I might as well extinguish what remains of the sun by this point

A surface, she reflected, exists for so many reasons, concealment only one. For it may also serve to protect, from others and from oneself. And perhaps, in an unexpected twist, to protect others from oneself.

I stayed indoors most of the time, which kept my skin very white. And my hair was as black as Ilana's. I wore black clothes all the time, just as she did. When I was in elementary school the other girls had called me a witch, scratched me with their nails, giggled behind their notebooks. But now I was in high school and suddenly everyone wore black and had pale skin and cultivated a disheveled haunted look. Now I blended in.

The truth is that all time belongs to you, it is yours to do with it as you wish. Time flows freely… Time is freedom. There are those that are bound by time, restricted by it, but that is only because they don’t understand it, they don’t know how to use it. Time is and it isn’t… It can be your greatest enemy or your greatest friend. But it all depends on you.

Remember? We have a rematch. And this time, it’s my turn to shine.” With his goggles on, Sterling got into his stance, keeping an eye on the Professor. “Oh? I didn’t realize that you were so dull.” I put my goggles on and took my stance as well, making sure that Professor Trinkott was within my line of vision. Challenge accepted. “Ha, ha, joke all you want, Alvara. Just don’t come crying to me afterwards.” “I don’t cry when I win.

It truly is a team sport, and we have the best team in town. But it’s my relationship with Ilana that I cherish most. We have such a strong partnership and have learned how we work most efficiently: I need coffee, she needs tea. When we’re stressed, I pace around and use a weird neck massager I bought online that everyone makes fun of me for, and she knits. When we’re writing together she types, because she’s faster and better at grammar. We actually FaceTime when we’re not in the same city and are constantly texting each other ideas for jokes or observations to potentially use (I recently texted her from Asheville: girl with flip-flops tucked into one strap of tank top). Looking back now at over ten years of doing comedy and running a business with her I can see how our collaboration has expanded and contracted. But it’s the problem-solving aspect of this industry, the producing, the strategy, the realizing that we could put our heads together and figure out the best solution, that has made our relationship and friendship what it is. Because that spills into everything. We both have individual careers now, but those other projects have only been motivating and inspiring to each other and the show. We bring back what we’ve learned on the other sets, in the other negotiations, in the other writers’ rooms or press situations. I’m very lucky to have jumped into this with Ilana Rose Glazer, the ballsy, curly-haired, openhearted, nineteen-year-old girl that cracked me up that night at the corner of the bar at McManus. So many wonderful things have happened since we began working together, but there are a lot of confusing, life-altering things in there too, and it’s such a relief to have someone who completely understands the good and the bad.

Did you hear about the underwear that lost its job? It was bummed.

Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker were duking it out somewhere in space. Darth Vader said to Luke, “Join me and experience the power of the dark side!” Luke replied, “The dark side can’t be that powerful.” “Yes it is. I even know what you’re getting for Christmas, Luke.” “How?” Luke asked. “I felt your presents.

Maybe, she thinks, taking another hit. Maybe she does hate men after all.

His wings were out now, outstretched, the feathers many different shades of brown-black. …Just like the wings of the Rishan man who’d been covered in Ilana’s blood. And when this man spun around, his eyes wild, I realized they looked just like the ones that had stared into mine last night as I slowly sank my knife into his heart. I stiffened.

The scream was cut short, buried beneath so many other distant voices. But I recognized it, even in that split second. I recognized it as the voice that affectionately called me a little brat, punctuated by a husky cough from years of incessant cigar smoking. My mind emptied except for one name: Ilana.

I counted my years and found that I have less time to live from here on than I have lived up to now. I feel like that child who won a packet of sweets: he ate the first with pleasure, but when he realized that there were few left, he began to enjoy them intensely. I no longer have time for endless meetings where statutes, rules, procedures and internal regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be achieved. I no longer have time to support the absurd people who, despite their chronological age, haven't grown up. My time is too short: I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry. I don't have many sweets in the package anymore. I want to live next to human people, very human, who know how to laugh at their mistakes, and who are not inflated by their triumphs, and who take on their responsibilities. Thus, human dignity is defended, and we move towards truth and honesty. It is the essential that makes life worth living. I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch hearts, people who have been taught by the hard blows of life to grow with gentle touches of the soul. Yes, I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give. I don't intend to waste any of the leftover sweets. I am sure they will be delicious, much more than what I have eaten so far. My goal is to reach the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience. We have two lives. And the second begins when you realize you only have one. Credits: Mário Raul de Morais Andrade (Oct 9, 1893 – Feb 25, 1945) Brazilian poet, novelist, musicologist, art historian and critic, photographer

יש רגעים שהכל נראה רע. שאין מוצא. שרק אמא יכולה לעזור. הבעיה היתה שאני הייתי האמא.

They don't care," I said softly. "They never care." "No. They never fucking care. And sometimes—" He tensed. Maybe because of the stitch. Maybe not. "Sometimes I'm ashamed to call myself one of them." I don't want to watch you become one of them, Ilana had said to me. And until now—until this exact moment—I hadn't even thought about it as giving something up. Not until I heard the ache in Raihn's voice that had nothing to do with the wounds on his back. "What was it like?" I asked. "Turning?" "Ix's tits. Your beside manner really is awful, princess." I could hear the expression on his face. My mouth tightened. Almost a smile.

Ilana scoffed. "I know that you love the fineries too, rat. Even if you're too afraid to wear 'em. Damned shame. Youth is wasted on the young. Beauty, too. It's a good color for you. Dance around naked in your bedroom with it for all I care." My brow quirked as I eyed her hoard of colors. "Is that what you do with yours?" She winked. "All that and more. And don't pretend you don't too.

Do you want me to say I'm sorry now? Because I'm not." He laughed. Not a chuckle or a scoff—a laugh, full and deep and shockingly loud. I couldn't even remember the last time I had heard someone laugh like that. Myself included. Not since... not since Ilana. "That fucking face," he said, shaking his head. "No, I was not waiting for you to apologize. I'd be disappointed if you did." "I have no regrets. I'd throw you out that window again." "Oh, I know, princess. I know.

take “jobs away from one group in order to compensate a second group to correct injustices caused by a third group who mistreated a fourth group at an earlier point in history.

She reminded me of Ilana.

Not everything is meant to know, Ilana. Some things need their mystery to survive. You should remember that

Ilana's face got hot, and her body froze simultaneously. It was a paradox of physicality

The Torah is divided into fifty-four portions that are chanted each Shabbat of the year (and sometimes combined). Each portion is in turn divided into seven aliyot—the plural of aliyah, Hebrew for “ascent,” since one person is called to ascend to the Torah for each aliyah.

Avivah Zornberg (whose classes on the weekly Torah portion I attended devotedly), Ruth Calderon (whose book about Talmudic stories I went on to translate), and Rabbi Benny Lau (whose classes I attended and whose books, too, I eventually translated).

the Talmudic sages extol the value of teaching, asserting that one who learns but does not teach resembles a fragrant myrtle tree in the deserted wilderness (Rosh Hashanah 23a)—perhaps the rabbinic equivalent of the Buddhist koan about the tree falling in the forest with no one around. In Sanhedrin the sage Reish Lakish—the one for whom our Shabbat quiche was named—asserts that anyone who teaches his friend’s child Torah is regarded as if he fashioned him (99b), since a person is shaped by the Torah he learns. And at the beginning of the next tractate, Makkot (10a), the Talmud cites Rabbi Yehuda HaNasi’s oft-quoted assertion that he learned much from his teachers, even more from his colleagues, and most of all from his students

As a human record, this document is historically contingent: it was written at a particular historical moment, and reflects the biases of its time. This record has had to be adapted to later generations, both to changing historical circumstances and to evolving theological understandings. Those adaptations are known as midrash—the creative commentary that reworks and retells the Bible so as to render it ever relevant.

Between any two words—or occasionally even letters—in the Torah, there are an infinite number of midrashim, or reinterpretations, that are possible. The Talmud in Sanhedrin captures this notion in an exegetical reading of a verse from Jeremiah (23:29): “Behold My word is like fire—declares the Lord—and like a hammer that shatters rock.” The sages comment, “Just as a hammer strikes innumerable sparks off the rock, so too does a single verse have many meanings” (Sanhedrin 34a). When studying and teaching Torah, we are meant to generate sparks.

Elijah explained that the Messiah was in fact quoting a verse from Psalms: “Today, if you will heed His voice” (Psalms 95:7). That is, the Messiah will come the very same day that people do God’s work in the world. This work seems to involve sitting among the sick and wretched at the gates of the city and the margins of society, helping them find healing. The notion of the Messiah, then, is a metaphor for the redeemed world to which we aspire. The world will not be redeemed when the Messiah comes; rather, the Messiah will come when we redeem the world.

The modern Israeli philosopher Yeshayahu Leibovitz wrote that a false Messiah is any Messiah who has already come. The messianic era is an aspiration and an ideal, rather than a stage of history.

Rabbi Levi explains that everything in the world belongs to God until we make a blessing, but that once we bless something, it is on loan to us.

I had lost everyone I had ever loved. And even those loves had been laced with so much pain, so much complication. My love for Vincent, tangled up in his lies and controlling disapproval. My love for Ilana, hidden in shadows and sharp words. My love for my mother, stolen from me entirely. The love I felt now, for Raihn, was… terrifying in its ease. I was afraid that something would come to rip it away from me. I was afraid that I would destroy it myself, by not knowing how to feel something so right.

You never know—not truly—what it takes to make you discard caution until it’s happening. And Ilana was enough. I left a lifetime of vigilance piled on the ground like a forgotten coat.

But then again, Ilana had never done what she was supposed to. Had never done what this world told her she needed to. It was what had drawn me to her from the beginning.