Lain Quotes

Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

Kesalahan orang-orang pandai ialah menganggap yang lain bodoh, dan kesalahan orang-orang bodoh ialah menganggap orang-orang lain pandai

Cinta itu adalah perasaan yang mesti ada pada tiap-tiap diri manusia, ia laksana setitis embun yang turun dari langit, bersih dan suci. Jika ia jatuh pada tanah yang subur, di sana akan tumbuh kesucian hati, keikhlasan, setia, budi pekerti yang tinggi dan lain-lain perangai terpuji.

Mengerti bahwa memaafkan itu proses yang menyakitkan. MEngerti, walau menyakitkan itu harus dilalui agar langkah kita menjadi jauh lebih ringan. Ketahuilah, memaafkan orang lain sebenarnya jauh lebih mudah dibandingkan memaafkan diri sendiri.

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

hati kamu mungkin memilihku, seperti juga hatiku selalu memilihmu. Tapi hati bisa bertumbuh dan bertahan dengan pilihan lain. Kadang, begitu saja sudah cukup. Sekarang aku pun merasa cukup.

Kesuksesan sejati adalah ketika kita membuat orang lain bahagia.

When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?

Dan alangkah indah kehidupan tanpa merangkak-rangkak di hadapan orang lain

Semakin tinggi sekolah bukan berarti semakin menghabiskan makanan orang lain. Harus semakin mengenal batas (Bumi Manusia, h. 138)

Menulis adalah suatu cara untuk bicara, suatu cara untuk berkata, suatu cara untuk menyapa—suatu cara untuk menyentuh seseorang yang lain entah di mana. Cara itulah yang bermacam-macam dan di sanalah harga kreativitas ditimbang-timbang.

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

This next song goes out to the girl who shredded my heart without hesitation back in high school. It's called Ball Busting Bitch, and Laine this one's for you.

Indonesia adalah negeri budak. Budak di antara bangsa dan budak bagi bangsa-bangsa lain.

Seseorang semestinya memutuskan bersama orang lain karena menemukan keutuhannya tercermin, bukan ketakutannya akan sepi.

You don't dwell on what you've lost, you just move on."-Allison

Fighting, laughing, loving or crying, if it was with him, I was where I wanted to be.

Apa gunanya ilmu kalau tidak memperluas jiwa seseorang sehingga ia berlaku seperti samudera yang menampung sampah-sampah. Apa gunanya kepandaian kalau tidak memperbesar kepribadian seseorang sehingga ia makin sanggup memahami orang lain?

To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don't let it.

Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.

Sebaik-baik manusia adalah mereka yang bermanfaat bagi orang lain

First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world — a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring — this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth. Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else — but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself. It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.

Probably there is nothing in human nature more resonant with charges than the flow of energy between two biologically alike bodies, one of which has lain in amniotic bliss inside the other, one of which has labored to give birth to the other. The materials are here for the deepest mutuality and the most painful estrangement.

I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth,—the two are one; We brethren are,” he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.

aku belajar menaruh hormat kepada orang yang menegakkan martabatnya dengan cara membuktikan dirinya sendiri, bukan dengan membangun fikiran negatif tentang orang lain.

Bagi manusia, hidup itu juga sebab-akibat, Ray. Bedanya, bagi manusia sebab-akibat itu membentuk peta dengan ukuran raksasa. Kehidupanmu menyebabkan perubahan garis kehidupan orang lain, kehidupan orang lain mengakibatkan perubahan garis kehidupan orang lainnya lagi, kemudian entah pada siklus yang keberapa, kembali lagi ke garis kehidupanmu.... Saling mempengaruhi, saling berinteraksi.... Sungguh kalau kulukiskan peta itu maka ia bagai bola raksasa dengan benang jutaan warna yang saling melilit, saling menjalin, lingkar-melingkar. Indah. Sungguh indah. Sama sekali tidak rumit.

Bagian tersulit saat mencintaimu adalah melihatmu mencintai orang lain.

Sukses adalah ketika ada setitik engkau dalam binar orang lain

Berhenti lari dari kenyataan hidupmu. Berhenti cemas atas penilaian orang lain, dan mulailah berbuat baik sebanyak mungkin.

Orang cerdas berdiri dalam gelap, sehingga mereka bisa melihat sesuatu yang tak bisa dilihat orang lain. Mereka yang tidak dipahami oleh lingkungannya, terperangkap dalam kegelapan itu. Orang yang tidak cerdas hidup di dalam terang. Sebuah senter menyiramkan sinar tepat di atas kepala mereka dan pemikiran mereka hanya sampai batas batas lingkaran cahaya senter itu.

Membangun sebuah hubungan itu butuh dua orang yang solid. Yang sama-sama kuat. Bukan yang saling ngisi kelemahan. Karena untuk menjadi kuat adalah tanggung jawab masing-masing orang. Bukan tanggung jawab orang lain

Books could be an incredible adventure. I stayed under my blanket and barely moved, and no one would have guessed how my mind raced and my heart soared with stories.

Intinya, bagimana sembahyang itu bisa mendorong seluruh hatimu untuk menolong orang lain. Itulah inti pergi ke masjid, gereja, wihara, kuil, dan sebagainya.

Nana, apa kau tahu, di mana tempat paling baik untuk kita? Jawabannya adalah di sisi satu sama lain.

Biarkan orang lain menjalani kehidupan yang kecil, tetapi kamu jangan! Biarkan orang lain memperdebatkan soal-soal kecil, tetapi kamu jangan! Biarkan orang lain menangisik kepedihan-kepedihan kecil, tetapi kamu jangan! Biarkan orang lain menyerahkan masa depan mereka kepada orang lain, tetapi kamu jangan!

It gave me a sharp kind of sadness to think that no matter how much I loved him and tried to put him back together again, he might stay broken forever.

Kalau mimpi kita ketinggian, kadang kita perlu dibangunkan oleh orang lain - Marmut Merah Jambu -

Dengan kesederhanaan hidup bukan berati tidak ada kebahagian, kebahagian ada pada seberapa besar keberartian hidup kita untuk hidup orang lain dan sekitar, yap seberapa besar kita menginspirasi mereka. Kebahagian ada pada hati yang bersih, lapang dan bersyukur dalam setiap penerimaan...:)

Benarlah. Jika kalian sedang bersedih, jika kalian sedang terpagut masa lalu menyakitkan, penuh penyesalah seumur hidup, salah satu obatnya adalah dengan menyadari masih banyak orang lain yang lebih sedih dan mengalami kejadian lebih menyakitkan dibandingkan kalian. Masih banyak orang lain yang tidak lebih beruntung dibandingkan kita. Itu akan memberikan pengertian bahwa hidup ini belum berakhir. Itu akan membuat kita selalu meyakini : setiap makhluk berhak atas satu harapan.

Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents which, in prosperous circumstances, would have lain dormant.

Sudah terlalu banyak kata di dunia ini Alina, dan kata-kata, ternyata, tidak merubah apa-apa. Lagipula siapakah yang masih sudi mendengarnya? Di dunia ini semua orang sibuk berkata-kata tanpa pernah mendengar kata-kata orang lain.

We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I’d said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.

Mengetahui bagaimana agama-agama lain menerjemahkan bahasa Tuhan adalah sebuah proses yang mengasah otakmu, tidak harus berakhir dengan pertukaran imanmu, Astu

She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just to the left of his collarbone. As she moved away, the clockwork angel slipped free and she saw to her surprise that where it had lain against his skin it had left a mark behind, no bigger than a shilling, in the shape of a pale white star.

Setiap orang bertanggung jawab atas pilihannya sendiri. Orang yang menyalahkan orang lain atas pilihannya hanyalah pengecut yang hanya bisa lari dari tanggung jawab.

It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself , too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave. She would have just lain with me and talked and cried, and I would have listened and kissed at her tears as they pooled in her eyes.

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

Dan, hati ini membawaku kembali kepadamu. Tapi, kau tak lagi berada di tempat kita dahulu. Apakah kau telah menemukan separuh hati lain—selain hatiku?

Mendapat upah kerena menyenangkan orang lain yang tidak punya persangkutan dengan kata hati sendiri, kan itu dalam seni namanya pelacuran?

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they'd whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood.

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not. Jewel knows he is, because he does not know that he does not know whether he is or not. He cannot empty himself for sleep because he is not what he is and he is what he is not. Beyond the unlamped wall I can hear the rain shaping the wagon that is ours, the load that is no longer theirs that felled and sawed it nor yet theirs that bought it and which is not ours either, lie on our wagon though it does, since only the wind and the rain shape it only to Jewel and me, that are not asleep. And since sleep is is-not and rain and wind are was, it is not. Yet the wagon is, because when the wagon is was, Addie Bundren will not be. And Jewel is, so Addie Bundren must be. And then I must be, or I could not empty myself for sleep in a strange room. And so if I am not emptied yet, I am is. How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

This is the real way a friendship ends. Not with some huge screaming row, but with a gradual withdrawal. You’d think it would be less painful this way.

The slow arrow of beauty. The most noble kind of beauty is that which does not carry us away suddenly, whose attacks are not violent or intoxicating (this kind easily awakens disgust), but rather the kind of beauty which infiltrates slowly, which we carry along with us almost unnoticed, and meet up with again in dreams; finally, after it has for a long time lain modestly in our heart, it takes complete possession of us, filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with longing. What do we long for when we see beauty? To be beautiful. We think much happiness must be connected with it. But that is an error.

Setiap pengalaman yang tidak dinilai baik oleh dirinya sendiri ataupun orang lain akan tinggal menjadi sesobek kertas dari buku hidup yang tidak punya makna. Padahal setiap pengalaman tak lain daripada fondasi kehidupan

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing.

Gadis kecil itu benar sekali.. mengapa dunia diciptakan dengan penuh perbedaan. Yang satu dilebihkan dari yang lain... ada yang bisa melihat. Bisa mendengar, ada juga yang tidak. Ada yang cerdas, ada yang tidak. Apakah semua itu adil? Apakah takdir itu adil? Padahal bukankah semua pembeda itu hanyalah semu. Tidak hakiki. Ketika sang waktu menghabisi segalanya, bukankah semua manusia sama...

Rugi kalau stress, mending kita bekerja keras. Wali kelasku pernah memberi motivasi yang sangat mengena di hati. Katanya, kalau ingin sukses dan berprestasi dalam bidang apa pun, maka lakukanlah dengan prinsip 'saajtahidu fauzq mustawa al-akhar'. Bahwa aku akan berjuang dengan usaha di atas rata-rata yang dilakukan orang lain.

Tenggelamnya Kapal Van Der Wijck Buya Prof. Dr. Hamka...ilmu mengarang itu diperdapat lantaran dipelajari; diketahui nahu dan saraf bahasa dan dibaca karangan punjangga-pujangga lain dan menirunya, bisa orang menjadi pengarang." halaman 195.

I wasn't thinking of his blood, rushing just below the skin. I wasn't thinking of his heartbeat or his touch or the pulse at his throat. Right now, all I was thinking of was Zeke.

Dalam hati setiap wanita yang bergelar Muslim itu sepatutnya memang tidak berbelah bahagi diserahkan kepada DIA. Tiada belah bahagi untuk mengatakan yang DIA adalah segalanya, lebih daripada yang lain. Pada DIA diletakkan ketakutan. Pada DIA diletakkan harapan. Pada DIA diletakkan kepercayaan. Pada DIA dipohon pertolongan. Pada DIA dipintakan kasih sayang. Hanya DIA.

Sometimes it’s the mistakes that turn out to be the best parts of life,

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved

Oh, you're one of those,' the princess said. 'One of what?' 'One of those who needs to be told their worth over and over by others. Do you know who tells me my worth, Phaedra of Alonso?' The princess pointed a hard finger at her own chest. 'Me. I determine my own worth. If I had to rely on others I'd have lain down and died waiting.

Why is it every other person you meet says they're an artist? A real artist doesn't need to gas on about it, he doesn't have time. He does his work and sweats it out in silence, and no one can help him at all.

I miss good old-fashioned honorable people just trying to make something of life. Simply, without hurting anyone else. I know that makes me a sap.

This was not a spurr-of-the-moment decision. Do not take me for granted... again.

Saat kita tertawa, hanya kitalah yang tahu persis apakah tawa itu bahagia atau tidak. Boleh jadi, kita sedang tertawa dalam seluruh kesedihan. Orang lain hanya melihat wajah. Saat kita menangis pun sama, hanya kita yang tahu persis apakah tangisan itu sedih atau tidak. Boleh jadi kita sedang menangis dalam seluruh kebahagiaan. Orang lain hanya melihat luar.

My life was my life; I would have to stare it down, somehow, and make it work for me.

He was such an enigma, really - fierce and strong and weak and cruel. An incomparable friend and a son of a bitch. In the end, there wasn't one thing about him that was truer than the rest. It was all true.

sebab mencintai tanah air, nak, adalah merasa jadi bagian dari sebuah negeri, merasa terpaut dengan sebuah komunitas, merasa bahwa diri, identitas, nasib, terajut rapat, dengan sesuatu yang disebut Indonesia, atau Jepang, atau Amerika. Mencintai sebuah tanah air adalah merasakan, mungkin menyadari, bahwa tak ada negeri lain, tak ada bangsa lain, selain dari yang satu itu, yang bisa sebegitu rupa menggerakkan hati untuk hidup, bekerja dan terutama untuk mati..

Nothing in this world is hidden forever. The gold which has lain for centuries unsuspected in the ground, reveals itself one day on the surface. Sand turns traitor, and betrays the footstep that has passed over it; water gives back to the tell-tale surface the body that has been drowned. Fire itself leaves the confession, in ashes, of the substance consumed in it. Hate breaks its prison-secrecy in the thoughts, through the doorway of the eyes; and Love finds the Judas who betrays it by a kiss. Look where we will, the inevitable law of revelation is one of the laws of nature: the lasting preservation of a secret is a miracle which the world has never yet seen.

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too-that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.

We are not victims of the world we see, we are victims of the way we see the world.

Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends.

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

Oh, Rusty, why did you let her in?" Angela said. "We could have just lain down on the floor until she went away. We could've had a nice floor nap." "Have you guys eaten?" Kami asked. "I'm starving." "Cooking is so much trouble," Rusty said mournfully. "You could order in," Kami suggested. "Delivery people are so annoying," Angela responded.

We like to think we’re in charge of our own lives, but we ain’t.

You can't lose what you never had.

I am wicked in many ways.

What matters is what we do with the life we have.

I thought about suicide all the time, but it seemed toomuch effort, swallowing all those pills or jumping off things. If I'd lived out in the country I would have found a quiet stretch of railway track, and lain on it, fallen asleep, so that I would never have known when my last moment came. In London, the minimum tube fare had gone up so much that even to get near the line cost a fortune. Suicide seemed an extravagance I couldn't afford. People never leave you alone, either; I knew that if I'd tried to lie down on the line, any number of commuters would have pulled me off again, so that I didn't delay their train. There must have been murderers out there who wanted to kill, with no way of finding those who wanted to be dead. If there had been some way of contacting them, a date-with-death line, I would have called them to set up a meeting. The current ways of death seemed too haphazard; it was all left up to chance. Had Chance come up, tapped me on the shoulder, said "Oi, you - long black tunnel, white light, off you go," I wouldn't have complained. It was like having frostbite all over - feeling numb and in pain at the same time.

Nyaman adalah berbagi waktu tanpa perlu merasa canggung. Nyaman adalah menikmati keberadaan masing-masing, walau yang dapat kami berikan kepada satu sama lain hanyalah kehadiran itu sendiri. Nyaman berarti tidak perlu meminta maaf saat lengan kami bersenggolan secara tak sengaja, merokok dalam mobil dan bebas mengutak-atik stereo tanpa meminta ijin terlebih dahulu. Nyaman adalah meneleponnya tanpa alasan, hanya karena ingin mengobrol, atau karena ada film baru yang ingin kutonton tapi tidak punya teman untuk diajak. Rasa ini tidak perlu dilabeli, diartikan, atau dianalisa.

You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you’ve carried yourself and listened to your own heart. You’ve changed me more than you know, and will always be a part of everything I am. That’s one thing I’ve learned from this. No one you love is ever truly lost.

Hai dunia, menjauhlah dariku! Mengapa engkau datang padaku? Tak adakah orang lain untuk engkau dayakan? Adakah engkau sangat menginginkanku! Tipulah orang lain! Aku tak memiliki urusan denganmu! Aku telah menceraikanmu tiga kali, yang sesudahnya tak ada rujuk lagi. Kehidupanmu singkat, kegunaanmu kecil, kedudukanmu hina, dan bahayamu mudah berlaku! Ah, sayang. Sangat sedikit bekal di tangan, jalan begitu panjang, perjalanan masih jauh, dan tujuan sukar dicapai!" - Saidina Ali

More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

Wanita adalah mahkluk kepastian. Sebagian besar dari mereka bisa menunggu dengan sabar datangnya kepastian tersebut; menunggu, menunggu dan terusss menunggu. Maka, biar momen menunggu itu tetap berkualitas, mari di-isi dengan hal2 yang positif. Sibukkan diri dengan aktivitas2 bermanfaat. Terus memperbaiki diri. Nah, kalau ternyata si mister x itu nggak nyadar2 juga ditungguin, malah nyantol ke tempat lain, setidaknya momen menunggunya tidak sia-sia.

The complaint was the answer. To have heard myself making it was to be answered. Lightly men talk of saying what they mean. Often when he was teaching me to write in Greek the Fox would say, 'Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that's the whole art and joy of words.' A glib saying. When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?

If one of the things you believe in, Is that this world's an ugly place, You must have never gone outside at, And stared up into space, You haven't felt the way the air changes, In the minutes before it rains, Or watched the world pass by below, Out the window of a plane, You've never been awake so early, That you see the moment the sun starts to rise, And you've never lain with your back on the grass, And made shapes with the clouds in the sky, But maybe if you've done all this, But still don't believe it's not true, It's because you can't see all the beauty, That I see when I look at you" ~e.h.

Saya dalam gelap. Dan salah siapa kalau saya tak nampak? Kenapa orang keliling hanya pandai bising. Tapi tak pandai menghulur tangan? Jangan pernah 'judge' masa lampau orang lain. Mana mungkin kita tahu jika masa lampaunya tu adalah masa depan kita. Jangan pernah merasa kita mulia jika baju kita putih dan tak pernah bercemar noda, kalau tak pernah kita hulur tangan kepada mereka yang bergelumang lumpur dan kotor. Jangan rasa bagus dengan hanya menggeleng kepala dan bising pada yang salah dan pincang, jika tak pernah kita sinsing lengan untuk membetulkan dan membantu. Jangan menyalahkan mereka yang larut hanyut, jika tak pernah nak cuba tarik mereka yang lemas dan tenggelam. Apatah lagi nak mengajarkan mereka berenang atau meminjamkan pelampung. Moga hari ini, esok dan akan datang adalah yang baik-baik 'je' sampai ke penghujung nyawa. Moga walau hari ini adalah hitam, kelabu dan kelam tapi esok masih punya harapan untuk jadi pelangi seribu warna. Minta dengan doa.

Resep lainnya adalah tidak pernah mengizinkan diri kalian dipengaruhi oleh unsur di luar diri kalian. Oleh siapa pun, apa pun, dan suasana bagaimana pun. Artinya, jangan mau sedih, marah, kecewa, dan takut karena ada faktor luar. Kalianlah yang berkuasa terhadap diri kalian sendiri, jangan serahkan kekuasaan kepada orang lain. Orang boleh menodong senapan, tapi kalian punya pilihan, untuk takut atau tetap tegar. Kalian punya pilihan di lapisan diri kalian paling dalam, dan itu tidak ada hubungannya dengan pengaruh luar.

I woke at dawn every morning to his touch, the delight of his warmth and the heady smell of his skin. I had never before lain with a man who had loved me completely, for myself, and it was a dizzy experience. I had never lain with a man whose touch I adored without any need to hide my adoration, or exaggerate it, or adjust it at all. I simply loved him as if he were my one and only lover, and he loved me too with the same simplicty of appetite and disire which made me wonder what I thought I had been doing all those years when I had been dealing in the false coin of vanity and lust. I had not known then that all along there had been this other currency of pure gold.

He shrugged. "I was...thinking." "About what?" "The fires of purgatory." She had to sit down. He wasn't making any sense now. "What does that mean?" she asked. "Patrick told me he would walk through the fires of purgatory if he had to in order to please his wife." She went over to the bed and sat down on the side. "And?" she prodded when he didn't continue. He stripped out of his clothing and walked over to her. He pulled her to her feet and stared down to her. "And I have only just realized I would do the same for you.

Vampires do breathe, by the way, but their chests don't move like humans'. Have you ever lain in the arms of your sweetheart and tried to match your breathing to his, or hers? You do it automatically. Your brain only gets involved if your body is having trouble. Fortunately there was nothing about this situation that was like being in the arms of a sweetheart except that I was leaning against someone's naked chest. I could no more have breathed with him than I could have ignited gasoline and shot exhaust out my butt because I was sitting in the passenger seat of a car.

Kita tidak perlu menjelaskan panjang lebar. Itu kehidupan kita. Tidak perlu siapa pun mengakuinya untuk dibilang hebat. Kitalah yang tahu persis setiap perjalanan hidup yang kita lakukan. Karena sebenarnya yang tahu persis kita bahagia atau tidak, tulus atau tidak, hanya kita sendiri. Kita tidak perlu menggapai seluruh catatan hebat menurut versi manusia sedunia. Kita hanya perlu merengkuh rasa damai dalam hati kita sendiri. Kita tidak perlu membuktikan apa pun kepada siapa pun bahwa kita itu baik. Buat apa? Sama sekali tidak perlu. Jangan merepotkan diri sendiri dengan penilaian orang lain. Karena toh, kalaupun orang lain menganggap kita demikian, pada akhirnya tetapi kita sendiri yang tahu persis apakah kita memang sebaik itu.

I rolled my eyes. “I feel like a zoo animal.” Travis watched me for a moment, noted those staring, and then stood up. “I CAN’T!” he yelled. I stared in awe as the entire room jerked their heads in his direction. Travis bobbed his head a couple of times to a beat in his head. Shepley closed his eyes. “Oh, no.” Travis smiled. “get no….sa…tis…faction,” he sang, “I can’t get no….sat-is-fac-tion. ‘Cuz I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…,” he climbed onto the table as everyone stared, “I CAN’T GET NO!” He pointed to the football players at the end of the table and they smiled, “I CAN’T GET NO!” they yelled in unison. The whole room clapped to the beat, then. Travis’ sang into his fist, “When I’m drivin’ in my car, and a man comes on the…ra-di-o…he’s tellin’ me more and more…about some useless in-for-ma-tion! Supposed to fire my im-agin-a-tion! I CAN’T GET NO!

Imagine a Carthage sown with salt, and all the sowers gone, and the seeds lain however long in the earth, till there rose finally in vegetable profusion leaves and trees of rime and brine. What flowering would there be in such a garden? Light would force each salt calyx to open in prisms, and to fruit heavily with bright globes of water–-peaches and grapes are little more than that, and where the world was salt there would be greater need of slaking. For need can blossom into all the compensations it requires. To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing–-the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one’s hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again.

A silent road stretched before me, damp with rain and littered with cars. As I watched, pale figures began to slip through the trees or claw their way out of the earth. Rabids edged onto the pavement, filling the road, their hisses and snarls rising into the air. Their empty white eyes blazed with madness and Hunger, and they began to sprint forward . Reaching back, I drew my bladem feeling it rasp free, gleaming as it came into the light. Looking up at the approaching rabids, I smiled.

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully, Come, you may stand upon my Back and face your distant destiny, But seek no haven in my shadow. I will give you no hiding place down here. You, created only a little lower than The angels, have crouched too long in The bruising darkness, Have lain too long Face down in ignorance. Your mouths spelling words Armed for slaughter. The rock cries out today, you may stand on me, But do not hide your face. Across the wall of the world, A river sings a beautiful song, Come rest here by my side. Each of you a bordered country, Delicate and strangely made proud, Yet thrusting perpetually under siege. Your armed struggles for profit Have left collars of waste upon My shore, currents of debris upon my breast. Yet, today I call you to my riverside, If you will study war no more. Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs The Creator gave to me when I And the tree and stone were one. Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow And when you yet knew you still knew nothing. The river sings and sings on. There is a true yearning to respond to The singing river and the wise rock. So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew, The African and Native American, the Sioux, The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek, The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh, The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher, The privileged, the homeless, the teacher. They hear. They all hear The speaking of the tree. Today, the first and last of every tree Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river. Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river. Each of you, descendant of some passed on Traveller, has been paid for. You, who gave me my first name, You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, Then forced on bloody feet, Left me to the employment of other seekers-- Desperate for gain, starving for gold. You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot... You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare Praying for a dream. Here, root yourselves beside me. I am the tree planted by the river, Which will not be moved. I, the rock, I the river, I the tree I am yours--your passages have been paid. Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need For this bright morning dawning for you. History, despite its wrenching pain, Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage, Need not be lived again. Lift up your eyes upon The day breaking for you. Give birth again To the dream. Women, children, men, Take it into the palms of your hands. Mold it into the shape of your most Private need. Sculpt it into The image of your most public self. Lift up your hearts. Each new hour holds new chances For new beginnings. Do not be wedded forever To fear, yoked eternally To brutishness. The horizon leans forward, Offering you space to place new steps of change. Here, on the pulse of this fine day You may have the courage To look up and out upon me, The rock, the river, the tree, your country. No less to Midas than the mendicant. No less to you now than the mastodon then. Here on the pulse of this new day You may have the grace to look up and out And into your sister's eyes, Into your brother's face, your country And say simply Very simply With hope Good morning.