Luka Quotes

Kita kadang merasa lebih benar, lebih baik, lebih tinggi, dan lebih suci dibanding mereka yang kita nasehati. Hanya mengingatkan kembali kepada diri ini: jika kau merasa besar, periksa hatimu. Mungkin ia sedang bengkak. Jika kau merasa suci, periksa jiwamu. Mungkin itu putihnya nanah dari luka nurani. Jika kau merasa tinggi, periksa batinmu. Mungkin ia sedang melayang kehilangan pajakan. Jika kau merasa wangi, priksa ikhlasmu, mungkin itu asap dari amal shalihmu YANG HANGUS DIBAKAR RIYA'.

Bila je tiha luka, u čiji sam mir ulazio slomljen olujom, ali srećan što se vraćam.

Buat apa ia pelihara luka hati yang cuma bikin matanya berair?

Cinta seperti penyair berdarah dingin Yang pandai menorehkan luka. Rindu seperti sajak sederhana yang tak ada matinya.

Segala luka & kecewa tampaknya kan malu & meniada: ketika kita insyafi bahwa Allah Yang Maha Mengatur tak pernah keliru, tak pernah aniaya

Cinta bukan sekedar memaafkan. cinta bukan sekedar soal menerima apa adanya. cinta adalah harga diri. cinta adalah rasionalitas sempurna. Jika kau memahami cinta adalah perasaan irasional, sesuatu yang tidak masuk akal, tidak butuh penjelasan, maka cepat atau lambat, luka itu akan kembali menganga. kau dengan mudah membenarkan apapun yang terjadi di hati, tanpa tahu, tanpa memberikan kesempatan berpikir bahwa itu boleh jadi karena kau tidak mampu mengendalikan perasaan tersebut. tidak lebih, tidak kurang

Dan aku bertanya: apakah yang sanggup mengubah gumpal luka menjadi intan Yang membekukan air mata menjadi kristal garam? Sahabatku menjawab: Waktu Hanya waktu yang mampu

Sesuatu yang membuatmu pergi, pada saatnya akan menjadi sesuatu yang membawamu pulang kembali. Sesuatu itu berwujud satu, tetapi memiliki dua nama; “Luka” dan “Kenangan”. Yang satu membuatmu ingin melangkah jauh, yang satunya lagi memaksamu untuk mendekat lagi. Tarik menarik antara mereka, biasa kau sebut: Cinta

It looks as though your shop is doing well," Luka said gazing around, "Could you help me find a gift for a lady friend of mine?" My heart plunged to my grenn satin slippers, and I had to stare down at Azarte for a minute, petting him hard. Naturally Luka had a "lady friend." She was probably nobly born: the daughter of a count or a duke. I imagined her having thick dark hair and clear skin, and was bitterly jealous. "Of course," I stammered after a time. "What would she like? A gown? A sash?" If she came in for a fitting, I decided to "accidentlly" poke her with every pin.

cara yang terbaik untuk mengobati cinta yang luka adalah : JATUH CINTA LAGI

Para ibu selalu mempunyai tempat untuk menampung duka, lalu mengecupnya dan bangkit.

His renamed contact reads 'Lukas Scarlett'.

I needed to choose between the one thing that really filled m thoughts-my love for that woman-and losing my freedom and all the choices that the future promised me. To be honest, the decision was easy. -Lukas Jessen-Petersen

Yang indah memang bisa menghibur selama-lamanya, membubuhkan luka selama-lamanya, meskipun puisi dan benda seni bisa lenyap. Ia seakan-akan roh yang hadir dan pergi ketika kata dilupakan dan benda jadi aus. Tapi apa arti roh tanpa tubuh yang buncah dan terbelah? Keindahan tak bisa jadi total. Ketika ia merangkum total, ia abstrak, dan manusia dan dunia tak akan saling menyapa lagi.

Luka filled the empty places in my life slowly, carefully, with his easy smile and stupid jokes. He brought me back to myself. And it’s been that way ever since.

Cinta bukan sekedar memaafkan. cinta bukan sekedar soal menerima apa adanya. cinta adalah harga diri. cinta adalah rasionalitas sempurna. Jika kau memahami cinta adalah perasaan irasional, sesuatu yang tidak masuk akal, tidak butuh penjelasan, maka cepat atau lambat, luka itu akan kembali menganga. kau dengan mudah membenarkan apapun yang terjadi di hati, tanpa tahu, tanpa memberikan kesempatan berpikir bahwa itu boleh jadi karena kau tidak mampu mengendalikan perasaan tersebut. tidak lebih, tidak kurang

…Dunia ini penuh dengan keajaiban karena hal-hal yang tidak masuk akal masih terus berlangsung. Seorang fotografer ingin membagi duka dunia di balik hal-hal yang kasat mata….para fotografer membagi pandangan, tetapi yang memandang fotonya ternyata buta meskipun mempunyai mata. Keajaiban dunia adalah suatu ironi, di depan kemanusiaan yang terluka, manusia tertawa-tawa.

kadang kala, orang yang kamu cintai adalah orang yang paling menyakiti hatimu dan kadang kala, teman yang membawamu ke dalam pelukannya dan menangis bersamamu adalah cinta yang tidak kamu sadari.

We are not the people who made this world, Lukas, but it's up to us to survive it. You need to understand that.” “We can't control where we are right now,” he mumbled, “just what we do going forward.

Sometimes, when she's in deep sleep, a thoughtful little frown furls on her brow. Lukas cannot physically get out of bed until he has smoothed it over with his lips. He used to want to prove to himself that he could thrive, even without her. He has given up on that. Now he just wants her.

He does have immaculate taste. He's sensitive to the most minuscule of aesthetic failures, in painting, in cinema, even in novels or television shows. Sometimes when Marianne mentions a film she has recently watched, he waves his hand and says: It fails for me. This quality of discernment, she has realised, does not make Lukas a good person. He has managed to nurture a fine artistic sensitivity without ever developing any real sense of right and wrong. The fact that this is even possible unsettles Marianne, and makes art seem pointless suddenly.

It doesn’t bother me that I won’t be around one day,” Lukas said after a while. “I don’t stress about the fact that I wasn’t here a hundred years ago. I think death will be a lot like that. A hundred years from now my life will be just like it was a hundred years ago.

Ketika kamu melontarkan sesuatu dalam kemarahan, kata-katamu meninggalkan bekas seperti lubang di hati orang lain. Kamu dapat menusukkan pisau itu. Tetapi, tidak peduli berapa kali kamu akan meminta maaf, luka itu akan tetap ada. Dan, luka karena kata-kata adalah sama buruknya dengan luka fisik

It's not because we knew” Lukas said, sucking a gasp of air. “It's because we did it.

Come closer,” he orders. Lukas stopped a step behind me. I turn and frown up at him. “Why?” “Because I just asked you to, Scarlett.

Man is the Storytelling Animal, and that in stories are his identity, his meaning, and his lifeblood.

Namun, kita tak pernah bisa mencintai tanpa terluka.

Percayalah, semua 'luka' akan sembuh, pada saatnya.

Lukas grinned at me. "I didn't know how badass you are. That's kind of hot.

Awal karir menulis saya karena luka.

I could never live like this," I whispered to Luka. "No," he agreed. "I've seen you grovel. It's not very convincing.

Seit Urzeiten ist Fantasy das beliebteste aller Genres. Fantasy-Autoren der zweiten großen Welle wie Johannes, Lukas, Markus und Mel Gibson haben zum Beispiel selbst heute noch fanatische Fans, die ganze Passagen auswendig kennen und sich regelmäßig in mittelalterlichen Gebäuden zu Conventions treffen, bei denen sie sich gegenseitig ihre Lieblingsstellen vorlesen und absurde Rituale aus den Bücher nachspielen. Totale Nerds. (Anm. des Kängurus)

Untuk apa menurutkan rindu, jika buah yang dipetik tetaplah luka.

Luka, the king—" "Hail the king!" he playfully interrupted. "Why does everyone say 'hail the king' every time I mention Darius?" "Tradition." He winked at me from over his shoulder. A grin stretched my lips. "So, if I say king—" "Hail the king!" I tried again. "King?" "Hail the king!" "King." "Hail the king!" "K—" "Stop it!

That’s because we were never apart. Since we were kids, we were one. It has always been that way. We found a way back to each other, my love.” Luka’s eyes bored into mine, a flare of possession in their glare. “And will always be that way,” he said assertively. “I’m never losing you again.

Why are we slow dancing?” Luka rests his chin on top of my head. “This is how my parents argued,” he confesses quietly, a grin in his voice. “Or I guess, this is how they had big conversations. My dad said he liked to keep my mom close, but I really think he wanted a way to politely restrain her.

When I fall in love... it's only... one time. -Luka

Tak ada obat yang mujarab untuk menyembuhkan hati yang terkoyak, hati yang berdarah-darah karena luka, kecuali berdamai dengan kenyataan yang kita alami dan memaafkan diri dan orang yang telah melukai kita.

Benar bahwa kamu punya hak untuk mencoba menemukan pengganti perempuan itu. Tapi bukan begitu caranya. Ibarat seorang atlet yang cedera, seharusnya disembuhkan dulu luka itu, baru berlatih lagi dan bertanding lagi. Sebab jika ia terluka dan tetap berlatih serta bertanding, kamu akan semakin terluka, bahkan jika kasus itu sepertimu, bisa melukai orang lain.

Di sebalik tubuhnya yang rapuh, ia tetap mampu bertahan dengan setiap luka yang diterima. Dandelion tetap tegar. Dandelion itu awak. Awak yang tegar meninggalkan kami tanpa jejak.

Apa peduli saya bagaimana tampangnya? Saya cukup cantik untuk kami berdua, menurut saya! Semua luka ini hanya menunjukkan bahwa suami saya pemberani!..

She hadn't lied. She hadn't betrayed anyone's trust; still, she felt she had done something wrong. Or rather, she had not yet done the right thing. Was there a difference between these two sins?

We startled some strange, long-necked shaggy creatures that had been grazing in the field, and I swear one of them spit at Feniul. Hagen slipped off of Leontes'neck and started to follow the creatures into the little copse of trees they had taken shelter in, fascinated, but I called him back. "They spit."I said. "They probably bite as well." "They are ill tempered things,"Amacarin agreed."But I saw someone riding one yesterday. It did not look like a smooth-gaited beast, though." Now there was even more longing in Hagen's face." Luka started laughing. "I shall buy you one when you finish your apprenticeship." He told my brother. "It can be your mastery gift. A hairy, spitting cow horse.

I’ve never been kissed like this before, with the night sky pressing down on me and Luka everywhere else.

kelinci yang terluka pun bisa berubah menjadi singa

mistikus pernah berkata begini pada seluruh patung yang tak bisa diraba: ‘di kehidupan sebenarnya, sesuatu yang kau torehkan ini hanyalah fana!’ tapi makhluk imajiner apa yang merangkak dan memiliki tempat-tempat luas seakan sabana Afrika telah muntah garingnya demi menangkup ia yang tak berjenis apa-apa. ia yang dinomori sebagai sang satu. yang penuh totem warna-warni di sekujur dagingnya. menebarkan piuh dingin yang amis dan luka terjerat kekosongan tanda sebelum bukit pasir menghisap tubuhnya atau warna pasir yang menggerus tubuhnya?

Salah sekali persangkaanmu, Sahabat! Bahwasanya air mata tiadalah ia memilih tempat untuk jatuh, tidak pula memilih waktu untuk turun. Air mata adalah kepunyaan berserikat, dipunyai oleh orang melarat yang tinggal di dangau-dangau yang buruk, oleh tukang sabit rumput yang masuk ke padang yang luas dan ke tebing yang curam, dan juga oleh penghuni gedung-gedung yang permai dan istana-istana yang indah. Bahkan di situ lebih banyak orang menelan ratap dan memulas tangis. Luka jiwa yang mereka idapkan, dilingkung oleh tembok dinding yang tebal dan tinggi, sehingga yang kelihatan oleh orang luar atau mereka ketahui hanya senyumnya saja, padahal senyum itu penuh dengan kepahitan.

Waktu perlahan memang menyembuhkan luka, tetapi manusia menyembuhkan luka lebih cepat dari waktu.

I love you, Luka. In all these years without you, I never stopped.

Yes, Luka Löwe was a National Socialist, but he was different on the inside.

Umpama luka, walau disiram dengan selaut haruman kasturi, sakit itu tetap terasa perit.

Menulis akan menyembuhkan luka

(What can I say? My name is Luka Kotova, I'm an irresponsible fuck-up. Thanks for your time. Now let me be.)

People think they are all sort of things they aren't' he had sad. 'They think they are talented when they're not; they think they're powerful when they're actually just bullies; they think they're good when they're bad. People fools themselves all the time, and they don't know that they're fools

Merasa diperlakukan tidak adil kadang bisa menimbulkan luka, tetapi kadang juga bisa menyembuhkan luka, dan bahkan kadang juga bisa membunuh orang yang merasakannya. Tetapi bagi wanita, perasaan itu lebih sering menjadi alasan yang kuat untuk bertahan

Mama always said the stars aligned when we were born, that God made us a match. From the first time we saw each other, Luka took me in his arms and swore his protection over me to my mother. Mama used to say she caught him starting into my crib only hours after I was born. Then when she asked what he was doing, he asked her if he could have me.

Mencintai itu menjaga. Menjaga agar tak ada luka. Menjaga agar tak ada kecewa. Karena hakikat cinta adalah damai. Mendamaikan setiap hati yang bermusuhan. Hakikat cinta adalah dekat. Mendekatkan setiap hati yang berjauhan.

Luka bukan dicipta oleh hati yang ditinggalkan; tetapi oleh rasa yang enggan melepaskan.

Persahabatan itu seperti dandelion, ketika terpisah, tercerai Dia akan terbang sendiri diombang-ambing angin dan musim, sebatang kara memikul luka

Untuk luka menjadi sembuh, engkau kena berhenti menyentuhnya.

But I want you to know," Cleo continued, "that there is hope. And that I am living proof of that hope. Because, even though I was forced into this marriage against my will, I have come to know Prince Magnus Lukas Damora very well these last months. And one thing I've learned is that Prince Magnus is nothing like his father. Prince Magnus is brave and compassionate, and he truly wants what's just and best for this kingdom. Kindness is what makes a good king who will put the needs and rights of his people before his own desires.

Because you belong to me, Kisa. You always have.” Luka’s face thawed and he pointed at my eye, then his left. “You’re a part of me, remember? God put a piece of you within me so when we were born, everyone would know we matched.

setelah masa penuh darah dan luka untuk mencari cinta, kusadari cinta itu adalah saat aku dan pasanganku lebih suka membeli buku daripada meminjam, kami menghargai jerih payah penulis dengan membelinya. Dan kami saling cinta karenanya.

Ia semakin larut ditemani sebatang rokok kretek, bertanya-tanya apakah revolusi sungguh-sungguh bisa terjadi, apakah ada kemungkinan bahwa tak ada manusia yang menindas manusia lain.

-Asti boga, barba Smoje.... -Šta se dogodilo? -A vi čitate ćirilicu! -E pa otkad! Jema već šezdeset godin. -A zašto? -Zato šta je znan. Da znan kineška oli arapska slova, čita bi i kineski i arapski. -Ali ta su slova laživa. -Jednako ka naša. Ne lažu, Luka slova, nego judi, judi lažu.

Without thinking it through, I reached out and took her hand in mine, wrapping our fingers around each other’s. Kisa gasped and said, “Luka, what are you doing?” I shrugged. “Holding your hand.” “Why?” Kisa whispered, staring at my thumb stroking her skin. She was so soft. “Because I have to,” I answered honestly, and she seemed to stop breathing for several minutes before exhaling, her long eyelashes fluttering when she looked at me. “Okay,” she whispered, and something warm spread in my chest and down to my stomach. “I…I like it.” I smiled and Kisa blushed again. “Me too. I’m going to hold your hand all the time now. I’m never going to let go.

The wired feeling that started when I left my house has grown into a thrumming, crackling, electrical field. I want to kiss Lukas. I want to dance down the street. There's a reason people get drunk after funerals, and I suddenly know what it is: the flip side of sadness is a dark, devouring joy, a life that demands to be fed.

Sebuah otobiografi tak berbeda dengan pembedahan mental. Sangat sakit. Melepas plester pembalut luka-luka dari ingatan seseorang dan membuka luka-luka itu, banyak diantaranya yang mulai sembuh terasa perih.

Naught but love makes magic real.

To keep moving forward, we have to let purpose lead the way. Lukas Klessig

But none of them are you.” Luka pointed to his eye again. “We match. Why would I want anyone else? Nobody else if you. Long brown hair, blue eyes and tanned skinned beautiful you.

Aku menyimpannya sendiri. Karena belum punya keberanian untuk menanyakannya pula. Kuatir kalau jawabannya malah membuatku sakit dan terluka.

Luka itu akan semakin membaik seiring dengan berjalannya waktu. Seiring memudarnya aku di hatimu.

Luka bisa membuat kita lebih tahu bagaimana meneruskan langkah selanjutnya.

Ayah adalah seorang Ekalaya. Dia ditolak tapi dia akan bertahan meski setiap langkahnya penuh jejak darah dan luka.

Mungkin Tuhan yang menginginkan kita merasakan luka putus cinta, karena mungkin bagi-Nya orang yang amat kita cintai bukanlah yang terindah dalam hidup kita

Puisi itu sejatinya ada, bukan untuk sekedar dibaca, melainkan untuk dirasa, pun sesekali diraba dengan hati yang luka.

Jika ARMY dan pendengar musik BTS mengubah pandangannya, menyembuhkan luka hatinya, menjadikannya lebih bahagia meski itu hanya 0,001% saja, itu membuat keberadaan BTS lebih berarti.

Running along the bank was a white rabbit wearing a waistcoat and looking worriedly at a clock. Appearing and disappearing at various points on both banks was a dark blue British police telephone booth, out of which a perplexed-looking man holding a screwdriver would periodically emerge. A group of dwarf bandits could be seen disappearing into a hole in the sky. "Time travelers," said Nobodaddy in a voice of gentle disgust. "They're everywhere these days.

And the stains would never wash out. That's what Lukas was saying. She would always have hurt her father. Was that the way to phrase it? Always have had. It was immortal tense. A new rule of grammar.

I’m just not in the mood for this. And by this, I mean the way Lukas looks at me, like he can see the little crumpled-up piece of paper tucked in a corner of my head, the one where I wrote down my secrets. Like he could easily flatten it and read every last word.

We should do that,” he whispered. “Wear flowers in our hair?” I was watching the ceremony and not really paying attention to Luka, despite the warmth of his arm. Tobin’s eldest brother, the head of the household since their father’s death some years ago, had come forward. Skarpin had surprised us by being as garrulous and emotional as Tobin and Ulfrid were silent and controlled. His red beard was a sharp contrast to his shaved head, and he had six earrings in each ear, a sign that he was a wealthy landowner. He took the loaf of bread from the priest and began the traditional praising of the bride’s skills. “No,” Luka said. “We should get married.” Now I gave him my full attention. “What?

I looked at Lukas. He did not look very pleased, but he did not look very sad either. He was only giving me a considering eye. I was a pig at the market he had decided to buy. He was hoping I fattened up well and gave him many piglets before it was time to make bacon.

Menyikapi tragedi hidup ini memang tidak selalu butuh romantisme, tapi juga perlu ketegasan dan keteguhan meski awalnya penuh isak tangis dan luka yang merintih. Dan di sanalah terselip pembelajaran bagi kita untuk menjadi lebih baik. Karena itu, berterima kasihlah dengan masalah yang pernah menghampiri dalam kehidupan kita dan jangan pernah menyesali apa yang telah kita lewati.

It seems there is no such thing as a purely good deed, a completely right action. Even this task, which i took on for the very best of reasons, involves making choices that are not that "good", choices that might even be "wrong".

Aku ingin mengabu saja, menyublim, bahkan kalau mungkin moksa, menghilang tanpa jejak. Sehingga tidak perlu mengalami seluruh kesakitan dan kelukaan ini.

Luka adalah pengejawantahan bahwa bahagia tidaklah kekal.

SCARLETT: Lukas and I are rooting for you.

Wajahku. Lihatlah, wajahku. Terkaca di keheningan. Berdarah dan luka-luka dicakar masa silamku.

His renamed contact reads LUKAS SCARLETT.

yang aku percaya adalah keseimbangan, tak salah lagi aku selalu mengagumi senja. senja cukup lapang untuk menampung gelap dan cahaya juga duka dan suka secara bersamaan. tak peduli kebaikan atau keburukanmu, suka atau duka. 1 kesalahan saja kita akan selalu mengingat kesakitan itu, tapi aku tidak. yaa mungkin benar senja menyimpan luka. tapi luka hanya sebuah pernik kecil dari rantai bahagia. begitulah senja dalam mataku.

And Lukas would tell them to be good to each other, that there were only so many of them left, and that all the books and all the stars in the universe were pointless with no one to read them, no one to peer through the parting clouds for them.

I don’t believe in fate, or kismet, or any rule or reason to the universe and all its random, wonderful, terrible happenings. But I do believe I found Luka when I needed him the most, and I like to think my mom played a part in that. It’s a comfort.

With every choice, even the choice of inactivity, we must shut the door to a host of alternate futures. Each step we take along the path of fate represents a narrowing of potential, the death of a parallel world. The path of fate was more like a tunnel, and it was constricting about her with ever step she took.

butuh berapa sayatan untuk memusnahkan cinta dari jiwa? butuh berapa tusukan untuk membunuh rindu yg memenjara dalam dada? sekalian kau kuliti saja namamu dari kulit jantung ini, agar terlepas semua tentangmu, dan aku tak mengenangmu lagi suatu waktu

sukarnya menjadi seorang anak. membantah dikata tidak mendengar, mengiyakan sahaja hati juga yang parah. di mana mahu diluah resah yang terkumpul, kemana mahu dialirkan jiwa yang sedang luka. kini baru dia sedar betapa payahnya untuk menjaga perasaan.

Smiling at me ruefully, Luka scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, I guess you can.” He sauntered toward the sliding doors. “I’ll be right outside if you need me. Call if you get dizzy.” “You’ll probably just hear a very loud thump.” He frowned at my joke. “Not funny.” “Luka?” He stopped. “Thank you for keeping an eye on me.” “Just…” He tsked. “Just don’t scare me like that again.

When afterwards he mentioned the names of the Tartars he had got to know on his pilgrimage, like Hallimulabalibay, to which he added a whole string of names he had himself invented, like Valivolavalivey, Malimulamalimey, Lieutenant Lukas could not stop himself from sying: 'I'll kick your backside, you mule. Go on, and be brief and to the point!

Luka had a kind smile and the most beautiful dark-brown eyes. But it was Luka’s upper left Iris smudged with a small splash of blue that made our mothers think we were destined to be. Mama said God placed a piece of my eye within his so we would always know we shared one soul.

I need you to date me,” I blurt out. My palms are sweating, my heart is somewhere in my throat, and my stomach has completely removed itself from the conversation. Luka, for his part, doesn’t so much as flinch. He just calmly twirls his fork around and around, collecting the world’s longest spaghetti noodle. “Okay.” He pops his fork into his mouth.

dengan seberkas kunci di tangan kubuka seribu liang luka yang sekian lama tertutup kubiarkan seribu gabus duka yang mengapung di dalam dada berkumpul di depan matamu agar kau mengerti: makna makmur di tengah lapar makna harmoni di tengah inflasi makna mewah di tengah gundah (kunci)

Siapa gerangan yang menciptakan diorama? Apakah sejak semula itu dibuat untuk alat informasi, pendidikan, propaganda, atau hiburan? Atau semuanya sekaligus? Apakah penciptanya kelak tahu bahwa diorama bisa digunakan secara efektif sebagai dongeng bagi anak-anak sekolah, tentang bagaimana negeri ini terbentuk menjadi sebuah negeri penuh luka dan paranoia?

We’re all the same. We all have the means to save ourselves and carry ourselves home.

All writers, I think, are to one extent or another, damaged people. Writing is our way of repairing ourselves.

Yael was not a monster. Luka was not the next generation of National Socialism. They were what the Reich would come to fear the most. A Jewish Girl and a German boy holding the future and the past in their hands—together.

None of us asked to be where we are,” she reminded him coolly. This gave Lukas pause, thinking of where she was, what she'd been through to get there. “What we control,” Juliette said, “is our actions once fate puts us there.

Kau berusaha menyembuhkan luka yang berada pada tubuhku, seperti matahari yang masuk ke sela-sela jendela dan pintu rumah. Kau berusaha membuatkan aku rakit, untuk menyeberangi masalah dan mendampingiku hingga ke tempat yang aman.

Hanya mengingatkan kembali kepada diri ini : Jika kau merasa besar, periksa hatimu. Mungkin ia sedang bengkak Jika kau merasa suci, periksa jiwamu. Mungkin itu putihnya nanah dari luka nurani Jika kau merasa tinggi, periksa batinmu. Mungkin ia sedang melayang kehilangan pijakan Jika kau merasa wangi, periksa ikhlasmu, mungkin itu asap dari amal shalihmu yang hangus dibakar riya'. Ya Allah, dalam dekapan ukhuwah kami memohon lisan yang shiddiq dan hati yang tulus.

Sajak Musim Gugur Malam-malam berguguran... Kenangan berguguran... Hanya sajak ini yang tumbuh Kau selalu berdiri, ketika matahari mengoyak langit Ketika panas, mengoyak-ngoyak hidup! Kau pernah ajak aku berjalan Melalui pagi dan senja, berbasah hujan Melalui kali. Luka dan suka mengalir di sana Tanpa jeda Bertahan! Kau harus bertahan... Jangan gugur sebelum musim dingin tiba Ini kuberikan napasku!

kalau suatu hari kamu bersedih dan hatimu merasa bagai terluka, mungkin aku belum bisa menjadi penghibur sempurna bagimu. kesedihan pasti akan tetap berada di hati dan bergerak mempengaruhi otakmu. dan kalau kamu mengungkapkan bahwa diriku penyebab kesedihanmu, entah bagaimana aku akan meminta maaf padamu. barangkali aku akan memarahi diriku sendiri hingga separuh diriku ikut membenciku. dengan begitu aku berharap kamu bisa melihat betapa penyesalanku telah melukaimu harus kubayar dengan membenci diri sendiri. seandainya hatimu belum menerima penawar itu, aku tahu harus melakukan apa untuk berusaha menyembuhkan hatimu dan mengembalikannya seutuh selayaknya hati bahagia. mintalah apa yang tak bisa aku lakukan, itu akan aku lakukan dengan segala nurani. malam akan aku tantang untuk berhenti mengutari bumi dan matahari aku tahan dari edarannya. kalau kamu sedang sendiri, katakan di mana kamu ingin aku menjemputmu supaya kita bisa berjalan berdua dan menggiring jarum jam melaju lebih kencang. tunjuklah titik kecil di langit malam, aku akan mendekati malaikat dan merayunya agar rela mengantarku mengambilnya dan memberikannya padamu agar menemanimu dan kesepian menjauhimu. kalau kamu sedang sendirian di dekat jendela kamarmu sambil menungguku, lihatlah ke arah utara, angin gunung mengantarkan rinduku buatmu. kalau hari ini kamu adalah diriku, cintailah dengan hatimu

Saat rintik-rintik itu datang, aku tahu... akan ada hujan yang hadir di antara bening kristal yang menetes perlahan di matanya... Belumkah cukupkah gumpalan awan mendung tinggal di dalam rumah hatiku? Lalu, dari mana sang matahari akan bangun dari lelap tidurnya? Andai aku bisa mengejar kunang-kunang sang pemburu waktu... akan kukunci sisa-sisa hidupku bersama nyanyian hujan. Bahagiaku terbawa angin bersama kumpulan debu menyedihkan. Hancur... tak tersisa sedikitpun tawa yang mengembang di bibir. Sebab tawa itu telah meramu emosi menjadi desakan luka. "Aku pun menyadari ada hidupku yang bias.... Namun, hujan dan kamu adalah cinta!" #NyanyianHujan - @sintiaastarina(less)

PERNIKAHAN ADALAH -1- Pernikahan adalah akad atau ikatan. Akad untuk beribadah, akad untuk membangun rumah tangga sakinah mawadah wa rahmah. -2- Pernikahan adalah akad untuk saling mencintai, akad untuk saling menghormati dan menghargai. -3- Pernikahan adalah akad untuk saling menguatkan keimanan, akad untuk saling meningkatkan ketakwaan, akad untuk mengokohkan ketaatan kepada Tuhan, akad untuk berjalan pada tuntunan Kenabian. -4- Pernikahan adalah akad untuk saling menerima apa adanya, akad untuk saling membantu dan meringankan beban, akad untuk saling menasihati, akad untuk setia kepada pasangannya dalam suka dan duka, dalam kesulitan dan kesuksesan, dalam sakit dan sehat, dalam tawa dan air mata. -5- Pernikahan berarti akad untuk meniti hari-hari dalam kebersamaan, akad untuk saling melindungi, akad untuk saling memberikan rasa aman, akad untuk saling mempercayai, akad untuk saling menutupi aib, akad untuk saling mencurahkan perasaan, akad untuk berlomba melaksanakan peran kerumahtanggaan. -6- Pernikahan adalah akad untuk mudah mengakui kesalahan, akad untuk saling meminta maaf, akad untuk saling memaafkan, akad untuk tidak menyimpan dendam dan kemarahan, akad untuk tidak mengungkit-ungkit kelemahan, kekurangan, dan kesalahan. -7- Pernikahan adalah akad atau ikatan. Akad untuk tidak melakukan pelanggaran, akad untuk meninggalkan kemaksiatan, akad untuk tidak saling menyakiti hati dan perasaan, akad untuk tidak saling menorehkan luka, akad untuk tidak saling menyakiti badan pasangan. -8- Pernikahan adalah akad untuk mesra dalam perkataan, akad untuk santun dalam pergaulan, akad untuk indah dalam penampilan, akad untuk sopan dalam mengungkapkan keinginan, akad untuk berlaku lembut kepada pasangan, akad untuk memberikan senyum termanis, akad untuk berlaku romantis dan selalu berwajah manis. -9- Pernikahan adalah akad untuk saling mengembangkan potensi diri, akad untuk adanya saling keterbukaan yang melegakan, akad untuk saling menumpahkan kasih sayang, akad untuk saling merindukan, akad untuk saling membahagiakan, akad untuk tidak adanya pemaksaan kehendak, akad untuk tidak saling membiarkan, akad untuk tidak saling mengkhianati, akad untuk tidak saling meninggalkan, akad untuk tidak saling mendiamkan. -10- Pernikahan adalah akad untuk menebarkan kebajikan, akad untuk mencari rejeki yang halal dan thayib, akad untuk menjaga hubungan kekeluargaan, akad untuk berbakti kepada orang tua dan mertua, akad untuk mencetak generasi berkualitas, akad untuk siap menjadi bapak dan ibu bagi anak-anak, akad untuk membangun peradaban masa depan. -11- Pernikahan, adalah akad untuk segala yang bernama kebaikan !

Who says you’ll get hurt again?” I pouted. “Have you met you?” “Right.

Easily found, easily gathered, lives were the small change of this world, and if you lost a few, it didn't matter; there were always more.

Why couldn’t things just be black and white, good and bad? Why did Luka Drake have to be gray?

Ah, mengapa ia justru ingin melihat Armand terluka? Mengapa cinta bisa membuatnya seperti ini? Menjadi pendendam dan perencah jiwa orang yang dikasihinya?

Kalau kau mau melukai orang, kau harus siap menanggung luka yang lebih besar lagi. Kalau tidak, kau lebih rendah dari serangga. Bahkan tidak layak jadi makanan ikan teri.

Ada maaf yang bisa diucapkan tapi masih meninggalkan luka yang tak bisa dihapuskan.

Untuk mencintai atau tidak mencintai, kurasa tidak perlu dengan melukakan. Atau justru perlu?

I wanted to tell her that Luka wasn't like any other boy I'd ever know before. Not because he was a ghost. Because he was Luka.

ketika ada yang mencela proses ketaatanmu dan merendahkan jalan keshalihanmu, kasihanilah mereka ! barangkali Imannya sedang terluka

Melihat orang yang kamu sayangi terluka jauh lebih menyakitkan daripada merasakan luka itu sendiri.

cantik itu luka, tampan itu melukai.

Luka luka yang kita kumpulkan menandai kesalahan sekaligus keberhasilan kita

Aku mencintai dia dengan cinta seorang perempuan pada lelaki yang luka.

How was it that a taste of battle had forced Luka to grow up, but his uncle had remained the same?

kubawa ia bak luka baru di keningku

Luka and I were doomed from the start. Like a train wreck in slow motion, we were bound to crash eventually.

Luka tak akan tua dijajah usia. Ia akan wafat dipegat maaf.

I know this is hard to hear, but…neither the title nor Lukas were yours to be taken,” I say softly.

Are you familiar," he said finally, "with the Bang?" "The Big Bang?" Luka asked. "Or some other Bang I don't know about?" "There was only one Bang," said Nobodaddy, "so the adjective Big is redundant and meaningless. The Bang would only be Big if there was at least one other Little or Medium-Sized or even Bigger Bang to compare it with, and to differentiate it from.

Dreizehn Mann saßen auf einem Sarg, Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum. Sie soffen drei Tage, der Schnaps war stark, Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum. Sie liebten das Meer und den Schnaps und das Gold. Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum. Bis einst alle dreizehn der Teufel holt, Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum.

Sungguhkah Rafael bertekad melupakannya? Apakah lelaki itu masih belum bisa melupakan kejadian malam itu? Saskia memang belum sempat meminta maaf pada Rafael, dan belum menjelaskan semuanya. Namun, apakah ada yang perlu dijelaskan lagi?

kita terlalu sibuk mengukur dalamnya laut di hati masing-masing. saat berenang dalam keasingan arusnya, kita suka lupa sayang bahwa laut diantara hati kita memiliki gelombang luka yang sulit kita jinakkan, bahkan dengan cinta laut cukup terlalu asin untuk membuat goresan luka itu makin perih dan menganga bukan?. ini cukup bagi kita untuk berenang lebih kencang mencari tepian

I'm not one of your projects, Maya," Luka snarled. "You can't fix me with your tinkering, no matter how much you might wish to." "I don't want to fix you," Maya huffed. "You're not broken.

anjing-anjing buta melolong menangisi lobang-lobang di tembok. melodi, tak lebih dari dalih kesunyian dan cinta. erangan yang memuakkan. percakapan itu terkesan mewah: penyair yang lupa membawa topinya, dan lintingan lisong yang tak mungkin mengerti puisi bila disandingnya bukanlah kopi. oh, betapa luka 300.213 centi itu melebar makin timur, menorehkan nganga tempat nanah menggembung dengan lapisan perih dan bau amis. mobil pikap tua, penuh kangkung dan ibu yang tidur di atasnya, setenang Buddha. jalan terus ke kiri, menyempil di antara truk-truk besar yang tak mau kalah, tetap ngotot meski makin di pojok. masih saja setenang Buddha: tidur yang penuh rahma

As the drummer, I know that drums fully support the band. Their rhythm keeps things within the pulse and contributes to the overall energy of each performance. I am a very balanced person and I realize that through my personal level of balance, I also outwardly balance Stjepan and Luka.

Your choices, Luka’s voice whispered, but something in her brother’s words was broken now, changed with the year she had spent away from the Palace. Choices were for those with privilege and power.

Because if the whole universe could just explode out of Nothing and then just Be, don't you see that the opposite could also be true? That it is possible to implode and Un-Be as well as to explode and Be? That it's possible to implode and Un-Be as well as to explode and Be? That all human beings, Napoleon Bonaparte, for example, or the emperor Akbar, or Angelina Jolie or your father, could simply return to Nothing once they're...done? In a sort of Little, by which I mean personal, Un-Bang?

Because I love Luka. I’ve been falling in love with him for close to nine years. Every day a little bit deeper. And if I give into him now only for it to break apart later, I won’t have anything left.

Grief is beautiful?' She thought it was the most dreadful feeling possible. At best she viewed the world through a haze, and at worst everything looked black. 'It means you've loved another with all your heart,' Luka said. 'What's the use of being alive if you've never loved like that, not even once?

Lo berapa kali patah hati?'' ''berkali-kali' ''dan gue memakai bekas luka gue dengan bangga'' ''bekas luka?'' ''iya. kayak lo abis jatoh atau ketusuk piso, pasti ada bekas luka, kan? gue pakai semua bekas luka patah hati gue dengan bangga. sebagai pengingat bahwa gue pernah melalui semua dan masih hidup. keren, nggak?

Adalah tuan yang jatuh dari surga... Merapal masa depan... Di datanginya..... Merampas luka.... . . . Adalah jalan dalam pergolakan ... Bergetar tersanjung, nafas panjang.... Di berinya.... Dunia dan kebenciannya. . #andradobing

Nyokap gue bilang kalau rasa sakit itu ada masanya. Nanti seiring waktu, luka di hati gue akan sembuh dengan sendirinya. Gue kira itu benar, Ras. Tapi ternyata, gue nggak bisa nunggu waktu buat nyembuhin diri gue sendiri." - Jatayu

Kau tak berhak berjanji apa-apa pada ranting yang ditinggalkan daug saat sedang rindu-rindunya.

& apabila di sana kautemukan cinta, di antara seluruh penderitaan yang menimpa hidupmu, berbahagialah akhirnya ada satu penderitaan yang bisa kaupilih sendiri.

You are a very special child," the old handmaid said, stroking Eleonora's hair. "You know that don't you?" Eleonora mumbled a yes. "You know you are special, but I think that you aren't sure how." She nodded. That was, indeed, the crux of it.

This is because she doesn't know about me picking a fight with Shruggy Jesus or rolling around topless with Lukas. My soul has already put on a blinker for the Hell exit, and now I live at hippie camp. That's like sending me into the express lane.

I Came away from the U.S. Memory Championship eager to find out how Ed and Lukas did it. Were these just extraordinary individuals, pridigies from the long tail of humanity's bell curve, or was there something we could all learn from their talents?

Poor Luka, he'll never know what it is to have six sisters trying to borrow his clothes" "Well maybe he will" Sasha joked. "Katya says she wants more, and maybe one day you'll have seven daughters of your own." "Please, don't curse me today, Sashenka," Marya sighed. "I've had a very trying morning, and I simply cannot bring myself to imagine such a dystopian future right now.

Luka looked surprised, and then at Sawyer as if asking for permission. Sawyer pinned his friend with a glare. “Hit on her and die.” Luka grinned, the points of his teeth extending. “Hey, I look but never touch.” He held up his hands in a gesture of submission.

Luka terhadap kebanggaan dan harga diri tak juga mau hilang. Bila teringat kembali bagaimana hina aku dijual .. Aku tak mampu mengampuni kerakusan Sastrotomo dan kelemahan istrinya. Sekali dalam hidup orang mesti menentukan sikap. Kalau tidak dia takkan menjadi apa-apa.

Let him pay,” Lukas tells me. “He still owes me six thousand kronor from when he broke my Xbox in a fit of rage.” “That was, like, eight years ago.” “Good point.” Lukas pulls back a chair, and waits patiently until I lower myself into it. “I’ll calculate the accrued interests while you buy us coffee.

Ada luka sumbing serupa gempil bibir poci di hati semua orang. Cacat yang berusaha keras mereka sembunyikan dari dunia. Tapi tak semestinya kita mengenakan topeng hanya demi menutup secebis luka. Tak semua hal mesti kita cerna dengan tatapan mata curiga serupa itu. Maka dari itu, coba dengarkan apa kata Bundamu ini, Nak. Manusia tak perlu harus jadi sempurna agar ia dihargai. Sebagaimana keindahan bisa muncul dari hal kecil dan sederhana. Termasuk apa yang tampak pada selembar kain batik yang lusuh atau cangkir teh yang somplak ujungnya. Kita bisa belajar dari kintsugi, menjadi bijak tanpa harus bergegas menjadi tua; bagaimana menorehkan pernis emas pada sebuah cawan tembikar yang terlanjur retak. Betapa sesungguhnya, sebuah guci porselen yang jatuh, pecah dan bahkan rusak tak berarti kehilangan semua nilai yang dimilikinya. Ketidaksempurnaan tidak akan mengecilkan arti dirimu. Sebab hanya ketangguhanmu melewati bukit penderitaanlah yang akan membuatmu menemukan cahaya kebahagiaan yang sesungguhnya. Bagaimana kamu bisa belajar menghargai kekurangan pada diri sendiri. Bagaimana kamu bisa menerima kesalahan dan bahkan kegagalan. Sebagaimana alam memaknai wabi sabi, ketidak sempurnaan bukan sesuatu yang harus ditolak atau disangkal. Ia mesti disambut sebagai air telaga yang jernih, kesegaran embun di pagi hari, atau aroma petrichor di musim penghujan. Setiap kali engkau jatuh dan menjadi rapuh, engkau bisa merangkaikan kembali serpihan serpihan hatimu. Tak akan pernah kehilangan tujuan yang engkau perjuangkan. Sebab setiap bekas luka seperti juga keringat dan airmata, adalah permata yang lahir dari segenap jerih payahmu. Ia terlalu berharga untuk kamu sia siakan. Manik manik gemerlap yang dapat engkau rangkai menjadi perhiasan unik nan cantik yang akan selamanya jadi milikmu. Jangan pernah takut terantuk batu. Jangan sekalinya jeri dicerca burung. Jangan merasa ngeri terempas badai. Sebab saat nanti engkau sampai ke puncak, kau akan bisa melihat dunia sebagai miniatur lanskap yang permai dan elok untuk dikenang. Karena demikianlah semestinya hidup, ia adalah keindahan yang tercipta dari kekurangan dan ketidaksempurnaan diri kita.

Lukas Stolz’s life in Germany after the wall fell seemed surreal. He couldn’t ignore the widespread sense of optimism, nor fail to hear the talk of ‘hope’ and ‘opportunity’. They were all deluded, of course. The people had surrendered. Confessed their collective failure. They need only prostrate themselves before the altar of the holy trinity: ‘money, choice and liberty’. Absolution was the gift of the west. And the west’s sanctimony in pardoning them of their sins was unfettered.

People ask why my brother killed himself. "Why would such a gifted journalist, whose works have won all the prizes in the world, do such a thing?" "He had so many friends, why would he want to leave them?" "But what about all he had to live for?" In a short space of time, I had a drawerful of articles wirtten by reporters pondering the death of one who, like them, made a living out of trying to sort out the truth, separating fact from conjecture. They were hell-bent on making sense out of this event. When they phoned, I told them they were going to fail. I told them that the problem with suicide is that it is a senseless event. There is no why. But of course that's wrong. There are numerous whys, though it's almost impossible, or unlikely that any single one of them is "the answer" that people want to hear.

It's your Christmas present. What is? All this. The whole world. The houses, cars, streets, the wind... it's all yours. You can do what you like. Sorry, but I'm not sure it's a good present. It's windy... ...there's a mist. It's so cold. And this world isn't that good.

This divergence of experience was not a stumbling block to conversation; indeed, it was what made the conversation interesting.

Kindness is a most attractive quality. Like a blazing fire on a cold winter's night, We are drawn to its warmth and light.

I'd rather live one day as a lion than live a hundred years as a sheep I'd rather reign in Hell than serve in Heaven live my dream out in reality and not in my dreams

I’ve been having a physical relationship with the detachable showerhead for a year now while you’ve been with another woman?

A rainy day's a good day to be in bed with a good book or with someone whose read one.

Friday’s as good a day as any to run for your life,

Luka batin kita tak pernah disembuhkan, yang ada hanya terus dialihkan.

Ich riss mich zusammen und sagte: »Ruh dich aus, Lukas.« Sein Mundwinkel zuckte.

turn to find out who my savior at the piano is, and my breath hitches when I see him. He is, by far, the best-looking young man I have ever seen in my life, with strong, finely chiseled features, the dashing attire of a Gardnerian soldier and absolutely riveting deep green eyes. And he’s smiling at me. I can guess who this is without needing to be introduced. Lukas Grey.

Also, on account of the odd relationship between time and space, the people who do manage to time-jump sometimes space-jump at the same time and end up in places where they simply don't belong. Over there, for example," he said as a raucous DeLorean sports car rared into view from nowhere, "is that crazy American professorwho can't seem to stay put in one time, and, I must say, there is an absolute plague of of killer robots from the future being sent to change the past. Sleeping there under that banyan tree is a certain Hank Morgan of Hartford, Connecticut, who was accidentally transported one day back to King Arthur's Court, and stayed there until Merlin put him to sleep for 1300 thirteen hundred years. He was suppsoed to wake up back in his own time, but look at this lazy fellow! He's still snoring away, and has missed his slot.

You’re not ready to tell Poppy you love her, and that’s fine,” he calls after me. “You’re not ready to tell me either, and that’s also fine. God knows you’re not ready for a big happily ever after with commitment, and babies, and that chocolate lava cake in Aruba! But I’m gonna get you ready because I’m an insufferable fucking asshole who’s too Leo to function, and I love you, Lukas Novikov!

I noticed early on in motherhood that my children inherited my tendency toward the negative. Years ago, while driving home from a soccer game, I was listening to my kids whine about their day. Practically everything made their list of complaints, and I was sick of it. I decided something had to change, so I made up a new game. "All right, Luka and Matea," I yelled from the front seat, "I have a new game for us. It's called Yeah, But. Every time you have something negative to say, you have to follow it up with a 'Yeah, but . . . " and then add something positive. I'll start. Ugh, I'm almost out of gas and the last thing I feel like doing right now is stopping at a gas station. Yea, but . . . I have a car! And I have money for gas, and I don't ever want to take those things for granted. Okay, your turn now.

The Fire Bug flared up at that. “You want to know what bugs me?” it said indignantly. “Nobodaddy’s friendly about fire. Oh, it’s fine in its place, people say, it makes a nice glow in a room, but keep an eye on it in case it gets out of control, and always put it out before you leave. Never mind how much it’s needed; a few forests burned by wildfires, the occasional volcanic eruption, and there goes our reputation. Water, on the other hand!—hah!—there’s no limit to the praise Water gets. Floods, rains, burst pipes, they make no difference. Water is everyone’s favorite. And when they call it the Fountain of Life!—bah!—well, that just bugs me to bits.” The Fire Bug dissolved briefly into a little cloud of angry, buzzing sparks, then came together again. “Fountain of Life, indeed,” it hissed. “What an idea. Life is not a drip. Life is a flame. What do you imagine the sun is made of? Raindrops? I don’t think so. Life is not wet, young man. Life burns.

I look down and feel a sort of distant horror as I see a body that is mine but not mine. My limbs are bent at odd angles. Shards of bone poke out though my skin. When I try to move, I realize that I feel no pain because I feel nothing. Nothing at all. And no matter how hard I try, I can't move anything but my head. I'm broken, like Luka. Broken and bloody. The thought feels hazy, as though it ought to mean more to me than it does.

Hijrah dari air mata kepada sukacita. Hijrah dari masa lalu dengan menutupnya rapat-rapat, memberi tanda “selesai” hingga tak menjadi beban ketika melangkah menuju masa depan. Hijrah dari kenangan kepada kenyataan. Bersiap mengganti memori yang usang dengan serangkaian kejadian baru. Hijrah dari kekecewaan dengan memaafkan. (135)

I like being a thief.' 'And he liked being a rake - but there always comes a time for change, oui?' She stood and dusted off the back of her skirt. 'When you are ready, Jesus will forgive you. As He did Lukas. ' Why did her life keep filling up with all these people who wanted to talk about Jesus? Willa shook her head. 'Why would I want Him to do that?' 'Because' - Margot smiled as if it were all as simple as two plus two - 'that is when He can start piecing us back together.' Willa's breath caught as the girl returned to her spot. Caught and knotted and made her eyes burn. She turned back to the slivers of light and bit her lip until the tears marched away.

Aku nggak pernah tau berapa banyak sesungguhnya jumlah bintang yang menghiasi langit... Hingga terangnya masih belum mampu mengalahkan satu matahari pagi Aku nggak pernah mampu menghitung berapa banyaknya tetes hujan yang jatuh tapi hal itu nggak mampu menghapus harapanku melihat tujuh warna pelangi setelah hujan itu berhenti... Aku nggak Pernah tahu... Bagaimana mungkin satu hati yang kamu miliki mampu menciptakan jutaan tawa dalam hidupku... Sekaligus menghentikan jutaan tangis dan menghapus rapuhku.... Dan bagiku, satu kali kehilanganmu mampu meninggalkan bekas luka yang nggak akan hilang seumur hidupku... Jika malam ini bintang nggak lagi bersinar buatku atau esok pagi nafas ini nggak lagi mampu kuhembus tapi aku tahu, hati ini punya ruang abadi yang akan selalu menyimpannya Bintang, Matahari, Hujan dan Pelangi Cuma sekedar hiasan langit dibanding arti kamu dalam hidupku

What each of the early Coney Island parks offered was conceptual travel. A visitor from Manhattan could travel just a short distance to experience pleasures and sights that had normally been possible only on the Grand Tour. As

Kita berada di suatu masa ketika saling membagikan senyum namun dalam hati ada kepahitan yang mengalahkan racun. Saat itulah kita begitu ramah dan hampir saling membunuh. Adakah ruang untuk cinta, sebelum semuanya menjadi duka…?

I want to take away your sunshine, Lukas. Not because I'm evil but because the sun can't exist without shadows. I want to examine the lie that keeps you afloat--the idea that it's wonderful to be Lukas, that it's splendid to be the tsar's favorite dwarf, that there's nothing better to do than bring crackers to Menshikov like some kind of dog. When does it hurt the most, Lukas? That's what I'd like to know. What hurts you more than anything else? Is it when the tsar mocks you? Or is it when he can't remember your name? Is it when he forgets all about your for a year or two? When are you going to curse Peter Alexeyevich to Hell, Lukas? That's what I'd like to know. I want to get behind that smile of yours, and your clown's heart. And then I'll console you when you fall apart--I'll console you when you realize that you are infinitely unloved. At that moment I'll be at your side, but no before. Not a moment before.

[...] und in diesem Moment verpürte ich nichts als Dankbarkeit dafür, dass die Schatten mich nervös machten. Sie boten mir eine Ausrede für mein klopfendes Herz, das beinahe zersprang, wenn ich daran dachte, dass Lukas etwas zustoßen könnte.

biarkanlah lolongan anjing anjing itu hilang terkaing-kaing, Tuhan telingaku telah padat dan tersumbat oleh aungan mereka yang serupa percakapan setan-setan sa'at kubuka pintu pagi; jangan lagi ada berita kematian kisahku membangkai dimakan anjing! semoga

Luka was last. He stepped forward slowly and placed one hand on either of Sawyer’s shoulders. “I’m glad I didn’t kill you when I had the chance,” Luka told him with a twinkle of mischief in his eye. Sawyer grinned. “Oh, please, I’d like to see you try.” Luka chuckled, pulling Sawyer into a quick bro shoulder hug, and smacked him on the back with two flat palms. “Call me when Demi finds out she has a long-lost sister who looks just like her,” Luka stated as he stepped away. “Fuck you.” Sawyer ran toward him playfully, fist raised.

I’ll tell you what,” he bargains, amused. “There’s a dance every Yule at University. You go with Gareth, and I’ll ask Aislinn Greer.” “I can’t,” I say hesitantly, not wanting to displease my older brother. “I’ve already agreed to go with Lukas.” “Elloren.” He reaches out to touch my arm, his voice once again serious. “I’m not kidding about Lukas Grey. Stay away from him. He’s incredibly powerful. You’re playing with fire there.” Maybe I want to play with fire. “Thanks for the warning,” I say, my tone completely and utterly noncommittal.

Unlike cinema and theatre, in which audience members passively watch the action on the screen or stage, and unlike the narratives of television and books, which are static, the theme park uses the immersion of the individual inside an unfolding and evolving drama as the basis of its unique form.

Like the careful attention to the field of vision and landscape in pleasure gardens the tower uses vision as an apparatus to generate amusement, but it does so with a twist. By merging height and field of vision the Iron Tower allows the amusement patron to see everything that is happening below. Just

It looks as though your shop is doing well,” Luka said, gazing around. “Could you help me find a gift for a lady friend of mine?” My heart plunged to my green satin slippers, and I had to stare down at Azarte for a minute, petting him hard. Naturally Luka had a “lady friend.” She was probably nobly born: the daughter of a count or a duke. I imagined her having thick dark hair and clear skin, and was bitterly jealous. “Of c-course,” I stammered after a time. “What would she like? A gown? A sash?” If she came in for a fitting, I decided to “accidentally” poke her with every pin. “Hmm, well, she is wearing a lovely gown today,” he said. “Although no sash.” So. He’d already seen her today, and it was not yet noon. I rubbed Azarte’s ears furiously. “What color is her gown?” “It’s sort of green, with more green, and the design looks like stained glass windows,” he said. “It’s very beautiful, like her.” I stopped petting the dog and looked up at him, not sure what I was hearing. “Oh?” My heart thumped painfully. “Yes, so perhaps she doesn’t need a sash after all. No sense gilding the lily.” He gave a melancholy sigh. “But I really would love to give her a very special gift. I was hoping if I did, she might give me a kiss in return, instead of the brotherly hugs I always get instead.” I raised my eyebrows, trying for casual interest even though I could feel my pulse beating in the blood rushing to my cheeks. “I know!” Luka snapped his fingers. “Forget a sash. I’ll give her this!” And with a flourish, he pulled a roll of parchment from his belt pouch. More confused than ever, I unrolled the paper and read. It was a letter from a priest in the Southern Counties, addressed to King Caxel. In it the priest begged for a grant of money. They had recently built a large chapel, the finest that had ever been dedicated to the Triune Gods in that region, and it had only been completed the year before. “But we do need another grant from the crown,” the priest wrote. “For a most heinous act of vandalism has taken place. Our rose-glass window, which illuminates the Triple Altar in glorious colors pleasing to the gods, has been stolen. It was removed from its frame the night before last, and not a pane of it can be found.” “Shardas?” I looked up at Luka with my eyes brimming. “Shardas!” “I have a pair of horses waiting outside,” Luka said. “We can be at Feniul’s cave by nightfall.” I threw my arms around him again, and this time I gave him the kiss he’d been waiting for.

282 Paradoks: Kesucian itu lebih mudah dicapai daripada ilmu pengetahuan, tetapi lebih mudah menjadi orang terpelajar daripada menjadi orang kudus. 283 Hiburan sekadar untuk mengalihkan perhati-an: Engkau memerlukannya! Buka matamu lebar-lebar sehingga gambaran-gambaran segala benda masuk, atau tutuplah matamu sebagai akibat dari kepicikanmu. Tutuplah matamu terhadap segala hall Miliki ke-hidupan batin dan engkau akan melihat keajaiban dari dunia yang lebih baik, dunia baru dengan segala warna dan perspektif yang tak pernah terbayangkan sebelumnya dan engkau akan mengenal Allah. Engkau akan dapat merasakan kelemahan-kelemahan¬mu, dan engkau akan lebih menyerupaimu Allah ... dengan keilahian yang akan membuatmu lebih me¬rupakan saudara-saudaramu sesama manusia, ketika engkau menjadi lebih dekat dengan Allah Bapamu. 284 Cita-cita: supaya aku menjadi balk, dan agar orang-orang lain menjadi lebih balk dari diriku. 285 Pertobatan adalah suatu usaha sekejap. Penyucian adalah suatu usaha untuk seumur hidup. 286 Tak ada sesuatu yang lebih baik di dunia ini, selain daripada hidup dalam rahmat Allah. 287 Kemurnian dalam niat: engkau akan selalu memilikinya, bila engkau selalu dan di dalam segala hal berusaha untuk menyenangkan Allah. 288 Masuklah ke dalam luka-luka Kristus yang tersalib. Di situ engkau akan belajar menjaga indramu, engkau akan memiliki kehidupan batin dan dengan tak henti-hentinya engkau mempersembahkan kepada Bapa penderitaan Allah kita Yesus Kristus dan pen¬deritaan Bunda Maria, untuk menebus dosamu dan dosa semua manusia. 289 Ketidaksabaranmu yang mulia untuk meng-abdi Allah tidak mengecewakan-Nya. Akan tetapi, ketidak-sabaran itu akan menjadi sia-sia bila tidak disertai dengan penyempurnaan yang efektif dalam tingkah lakumu sehari-hari. 290 Memperbaiki diri. Sedikit demi sedikit setiap hari. Itulah yang harus menjadi usahamu yang tetap jika engkau benar-benar ingin menjadi orang kudus.

Denn wie konnte man Lukas nicht stammelnd gegenüberstehen, wenn er einem seine Liebe gestand? Es musste sich anfühlen, als würde man auf der Stelle verglühen und zerschmelzen und an nichts anderes mehr denken können als an das Flattern der Schmetterlinge im Bauch und die unglaubliche Tatsache, dass Lukas einen mochte... einen liebte.

Padahal aku sudah hampir melupakannya, tapi burung jadi jadian itu datang pula berkepak kepak, kemudian mencabik-cabik luka pada ingatanku menggunakan paruhnya. Seketika itu pula ingatan jauh tentang aib dan dosa pun dibeberkan begitu terang dan di depan mataku. membuat ku takut, begitu takutnya hingga aku nyaris tak tahan untuk teriak, tak bisa duduk tenang

ऐसा तो नहीं है हमें चलना नहीं आता पर तेरे सहारे की ये आदत नहीं जाती

Hanya tubuh yang nyaris bisa memberi terjemahan: tubuh kita sudah terbagi-bagi; separuh milik negara, separuh milik bank, sisanya milik tidur yang sendiri dan hampa.

jag vet inte detta är mitt liv jag är 25 år mitt liv rinner mig ur händerna långsamt och snabbt rinner det som sand ur mina händer och ibland som vatten och ibland som kokande olja

Nyatanya, kecantikan tidak bisa didefinisikan dengan satu kata. Berusaha menyeragamkan penampilan hanya satu dari berbagai dampak negatif dari standar kecantikan yang tidak realistis.

Seorang bijak pernah memberikan nasihat serupa ini pada diriku: Bila engkau masih mencari dan belum berhasil menemukan makna kebahagiaan sejati, maka engkau tak perlu berkecil hati. Karena barangkali, engkau terlalu jauh mencari hingga kemudian tersesat. Ketahuilah, bahwa sesungguhnya kebahagiaan sejati tidak berada dalam harapan-harapan yang muluk, dalam angan-angan yang tak terselami atau tersembunyi di tempat yang jauh. Mereka yang telah menemukan tahu, bahwa sesungguhnya kebahagiaan itu berada tak jauh dari sisi kita. Ia bahkan ada di dalam hati kita. Yaitu pada penerimaan kita atas kekurangan dan kelebihan diri sendiri. Pada setiap hikmat dan kebajikan yang dengan tekun kita tabur dan tanpa kita sadari kemudian kita diberi kesempatan untuk menuainya. Juga pada setiap kesediaan kita berbagi dengan orang-orang yang berkesusahan, pada keiklasan kita memberi kepada mereka yang membutuhkan, pada setiap penghiburan yang kita bebatkan pada luka-luka orang yang sakit dan menderita. Serta seulas senyum yang senantiasa tersungging di wajah kita saat menyambut datang dan berlalunya hari-hari. Pada saat serupa itulah kita akan merasakan makna sesungguhnya dari kebahagiaan sejati.

terhempas, takluk, digerus dingin angin, suara truk, debu menyelip di mataku betapa dancuk hidup ini! betapa dancuk lonte yang setengah mati kukasihi dan menusukku dari belakang! betapa dancuk Tuhan! bergetar, mabuk bayang-bayang, tuak kegelapan, mabuk keramaian yang kubenci, mengambang, tersesat, terhisap angin, luka menganga, nanah tembaga meleleh dari lutut Apolo emas yang dipenggal sebelum perang meledak; sulap kata-kata Homer dengan mata piceknya. terkutuklah bayangan, pohon-pohon meronta karena tak ada satu pun cuaca baik menawarkan minuman dari langit. aku biarkan itu semua menyalipku, dalam metafora, mata binatang, bibir lebar mirip kemaluan wanita sombong yang merasa imannya takkan tumbang meski dijejali kata-kata jorok nan mesum. bergerak, tenggelam, sinar patah di lingkar air dalam gelas mineral yang kokoh dan kau bilang air abadi dan kau bilang api bisa mati sendiri terkutuklah engkau yang menelan masa laluku dan menghibahkan kehancuran ini lobang nganga di dadaku. oh, kau yang memuntahkan abu tulangku, yang akan tetap kuingat meski Tuhan atau apapun itu menyeretku ke neraka omong kosong di alam kubur dan bertanya bagaimana imanku sebenarnya. oh, terkutuklah engkau!

Rashid did not give in. "Look how his hands move on the contols," he told her. "In those worlds left-handedness does not impede him. Amazingly, he is almost ambidextrous." Soraya snorted with annoyance. "Have you seen his handwriting?" she said. "Will his hedgehogs and plumbers help with that? Will his 'pisps' and 'wees' get him through school? Such names! They sound like going to the bathroom or what." Rashid began to smile placatingly. "The term is consoles," he began but Soraya turned on her heel and walked away, waving one hand high above her head. "Do not speak to me of such things," she said over her shoulder, speaking in her grandest voice. "I am in-console-able.

I think about how many things my aunt and the others tried to warn me about. It’s just as it says in our sacred text, just as the images on the stained-glass windows portray things to be. The Icarals are hideous things of great Evil, and need to be destroyed before they destroy us. And Sage’s baby, if this is its destiny—to turn into one of those things—then the Mage Council is right in wanting to take it from her, stripping it of its wings and its power. Killing it, even. I shudder to think of those creatures armed with overwhelming power at their disposal, and I know that if my attackers had been in possession of their wings, I’d be dead. And if my aunt is right about this, and about my need to leave home, if her intuition is so good, maybe she’s right about other things, as well. Maybe the Selkies are only dangerous, feral animals—just as horrible as the Icarals when they have their skins. And maybe she’s right about Lukas and wandfasting.

This is supposed to be one a one-night thing, Lukas,” I confessed, peering up to catch him raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize.” “Well, I didn’t tell you. I just planned on making it that way,” I said, hoping my bluntness would remind me of my mission here. Have sex. Be done. Move on. But Lukas was making that difficult for me. “Certainly a first for me,” he smiled, studying me in the way that got my neck hot as well. “But as much as it turns me on to think that you used me for sex, I’m not quite done with you here.” “Oh, no?” “Not even close.” “Well, too bad it’s not up to you.” Lukas grinned. “You’ll want me again.” “I won’t.” “You already do. I can see it,” he said as I shook my head. “In all seriousness, Lia, your poker face is shit. Remind me to never take you to Vegas.” I laughed but chucked the cap of my cream at his head. “For that, you have to chug your coffee in ten seconds and leave.” “Fuck that. I’m making your ass a French omelette.

Thank you for playing,” I say with honest gratitude. He places an arm casually on the top of the piano, leaning into it. “It was a pleasure. It’s not often that I get to play with a superior musician. It was a privilege, actually.” I laugh nervously. “I’m not the superior musician. I pretty much butchered the beginning.” His eyes glint. “Yes, well, you were nervous. But you quickly made up for it.” He languidly pushes himself up and holds his hand out to me. “I’m Lukas Grey.” “I know,” I reply unsteadily, taking his hand. His handshake is firm and strong. “You know?” he says, cocking an eyebrow. “Fallon. When I saw her take your arm, I figured out who you were. She told me that you’re about to be fasted to her.” “Oh, did she now?” He’s grinning again. “Aren’t you?” “No.” “Oh.” “She did corner me earlier to tell me all about you,” he says, smiling. “What did she say?” “Well, the obvious. That you look exactly like your grandmother.” He leans in so close I can feel his breath on my ear. “I’ve seen portraits of your grandmother. You’re much more attractive than she ever was.

For a while, I thought I needed to have some over-the-top gol, something comparable to the Olympics, but ..." He stops. Runs his thumb over my lower lip. "I want to spend four years in med school, fully knowing that it'll be hell. Do a fellowship and residency. Corpse stuff, sure. I want to travel to places that don't have a fucking pool. See my family more than once a year. Sleep in. Go on hiking trips. Stay home for long weekends and have morally bankrupt amounts of sex with someone I'm in love with. Kinky, vanilla, I want it all. I want to adopt rescue animals with her. I want to take care of her, and watch her be cold in Sweden, and marvel every day at how much smarter than me she is, and ... Scarlett.

Ubrzo sam shvatio da u meni postoje dva Akropolja, dnevni i noćni. Prvi je bio analitičan, s vodičevom glavom. Provera plana, istraživanje strukture celine, dodirivanje kamenja, zamišljanje onog što je propalo - poput studije anatomije iskopane životinje. Prvi pokušaji privikavanja, uspostavljanja ličnog odnosa prema spomeniku kulture. "Za sebe" sam izabrao Propileje i Partenon. Zbog njihove energije, mase i reda. Hram Nike je bio suviše filigranski da bih osetio njegovu kamenu materijalnost - pre je na mene ostavljao utisak uspešne kopije, Dobro urađenog zadatka na klasičnu temu. Najteže mi je bilo da uspostavim vezu s Erehtejonom. Portik karijatida ružile su metalne cevi podupirača koji su građevini oduzimali smisao i planiranu lakoću. Same karijatide, ubogaljene i lišene šarma, kao da su se zaustavile na pola puta između ljudskog oblika i stuba. Nad tamnim jezerom starih atinskih kultova ovaj jonski hram kao da govori o nemogućnosti povezivanja drevne vere s novim arhitektonskim izrazom. Drugi Akropolj - noćni, upaljen na nebu, koji se u celosti prepušta pogledima. Sedao bih na Brdo Muza, kraj samog spomenika Filopapu. Odozdo, iz sirotinjske četvrti Plaka, dopirala je banalna, svakodnevna vreva. U mraku se sjajio kreč belih kuća. U vazduhu se dizao miris ovčetine, maslina i belog luka. Akropolj u vencu mirisa crnog luka. Levo, među drvećem, svake večeri izvođena je predstava 'Son et Lumiere'. Sofoklovi horovi plakali su čas na francuskom, čas na engleskom. Svetlost je iz noći izvlačila fragmente svetog brežuljka. Crveni sjaj reflektora imitirao je požare. Tada je za mene Akropolj bio skulptura; ne arhitektonski kompleks, već skulptura. Ruinirana južna kolonada Partenona, nisko posečena stabla stubova izazivali su grč u mom srcu. Kamenje se borilo s napadom pustoši. S estetskog plana Akropolj se u mojoj svesti prebacio na plan istorije. Nisam mogao da ponovim ni uzbuđenje, ni molitve humaniste iz prošlog veka.(...) Akropolj koji mi se nalazio pred očima, sveden na skelet, odran od tela, za mene je istovremeno bio delo volje, reda i haosa, umetnika i istorije, Perikla i Morosinija, Iktinoja i lupeža. I, dodirujući pogledom njegove rane i ožiljke, osetio sam kako se u meni mešaju divljenje i sažaljenje. Ako sam crpeo posebno osećanje sreće u opasnosti, po svoj prilici to je proisticalo iz svesti o toj neobičnoj činjenici da sam "uspeo da stignem", pre nego što podelimo sudbinu svih ljudskih tvorevina na mračnom poluostrvu vremna, pre nepoznate budućnosti.

Biblia pamoja na historia vinatwambia kuwa mitume kumi na wawili wa Yesu Kristo waliamua kufa kinyama kama mfalme wao alivyokufa, kwa sababu walikataa kukana imani yao juu ya Yesu Kristo. Mathayo alikufa kwa ajili ya Ukristo nchini Ethiopia kwa jeraha lililotokana na kisu kikali, Marko akavutwa na farasi katika mitaa ya Alexandria nchini Misri mpaka akafa, kwa sababu alikataa kukana jina la Yesu Kristo. Luka alinyongwa nchini Ugiriki kwa sababu ya kuhubiri Injili ya Yesu Kristo katika nchi ambapo watu hawakumtambua Yesu. Yohana alichemshwa katika pipa la mafuta ya moto katika kipindi cha mateso makubwa ya Wakristo nchini Roma, lakini kimiujiza akaponea chupuchupu, kabla ya kufungwa katika gereza la kisiwa cha Patmo (Ugiriki) ambapo ndipo alipoandika kitabu cha Ufunuo. Mtume Yohana baadaye aliachiwa huru na kurudi Uturuki, ambapo alimtumikia Bwana kama Askofu wa Edessa. Alikufa kwa uzee, akiwa mtume pekee aliyekufa kwa amani. Petro alisulubiwa kichwa chini miguu juu katika msalaba wa umbo la X kulingana na desturi za kikanisa za kipindi hicho, kwa sababu aliwaambia maadui zake ya kuwa alijisikia vibaya kufa kama alivyokufa mfalme wake Yesu Kristo. Yakobo ndugu yake na Yesu (Yakobo Mkubwa), kiongozi wa kanisa mjini Yerusalemu, alirushwa kutoka juu ya mnara wa kusini-mashariki wa hekalu aliloliongoza la Hekalu Takatifu (zaidi ya futi mia moja kwenda chini) na baadaye kupigwa kwa virungu mpaka akafa, alipokataa kukana imani yake juu ya Yesu Kristo. Yakobo mwana wa Zebedayo (Yakobo Mdogo) alikuwa mvuvi kabla Yesu Kristo hajamwita kuwa mchungaji wa Injili yake. Kama kiongozi wa kanisa hatimaye, Yakobo aliuwawa kwa kukatwa kichwa mjini Yerusalemu. Afisa wa Kirumi aliyemlinda Yakobo alishangaa sana jinsi Yakobo alivyolinda imani yake siku kesi yake iliposomwa. Baadaye afisa huyo alimsogelea Yakobo katika eneo la mauti. Nafsi yake ilipomsuta, alijitoa hatiani mbele ya hakimu kwa kumkubali Yesu Kristo kama kiongozi wa maisha yake; halafu akapiga magoti pembeni kwa Yakobo, ili na yeye akatwe kichwa kama mfuasi wa Yesu Kristo. Bartholomayo, ambaye pia alijulikana kama Nathanali, alikuwa mmisionari huko Asia. Alimshuhudia Yesu mfalme wa wafalme katika Uturuki ya leo. Bartholomayo aliteswa kwa sababu ya mahubiri yake huko Armenia, ambako inasemekana aliuwawa kwa kuchapwa bakora mbele ya halaiki ya watu iliyomdhihaki. Andrea alisulubiwa katika msalaba wa X huko Patras nchini Ugiriki. Baada ya kuchapwa bakora kinyama na walinzi saba, alifungwa mwili mzima kwenye msalaba ili ateseke zaidi. Wafuasi wake waliokuwepo katika eneo la tukio waliripoti ya kuwa, alipokuwa akipelekwa msalabani, Andrea aliusalimia msalaba huo kwa maneno yafuatayo: "Nimekuwa nikitamani sana na nimekuwa nikiitegemea sana saa hii ya furaha. Msalaba uliwekwa wakfu na Mwenyezi Mungu baada ya mwili wa Yesu Kristo kuning’inizwa juu yake." Aliendelea kuwahubiria maadui zake kwa siku mbili zaidi, akiwa msalabani, mpaka akaishiwa na nguvu na kuaga dunia. Tomaso alichomwa mkuki nchini India katika mojawapo ya safari zake za kimisionari akiwa na lengo la kuanzisha kanisa la Yesu Kristo katika bara la India. Mathiya alichaguliwa na mitume kuchukua nafasi ya Yuda Iskarioti, baada ya kifo cha Yuda katika dimbwi la damu nchini India. Taarifa kuhusiana na maisha na kifo cha Mathiya zinachanganya na hazijulikani sawasawa. Lakini ipo imani kwamba Mathiya alipigwa mawe na Wayahudi huko Yerusalemu, kisha akauwawa kwa kukatwa kichwa. Yuda Tadei, ndugu yake na Yesu, aliuwawa kwa mishale alipokataa kukana imani yake juu ya Yesu Kristo. Mitume walikuwa na imani kubwa kwa sababu walishuhudia ufufuo wa Yesu Kristo, na miujiza mingine. Biblia ni kiwanda cha imani. Tunapaswa kuiamini Biblia kama mitume walivyomwamini Yesu Kristo, kwa sababu Biblia iliandikwa na mitume.