Tia Quotes

Leo dropped into the pool and approched the cage. "Hola, Tia. Little bit of trouble?" She [Hera] crossed her arms and sighed in exasperation. "Don't inspect me like I'm one of your machines, Leo Valdez. Get me out of here!

Leo had seen Tia Callida in action; she liked knives, snakes and putting babies in roaring fires. Yeah, definitely let's unleash her rage. Great idea.

Spune-mi, daca te-as prinde-ntr-o zi si ti-as saruta talpa piciorului, nu-i asa ca ai schiopata putin, dupa aceea, de teama sa nu-mi strivesti sarutul?

To care for those who once cared for us is one of the highest honors.

My mama say education will give me a voice. I want more than just a voice, Ms. Tia. I want a louding voice,” I say. “I want to enter a room and people will hear me even before I open my mouth to be speaking. I want to live in this life and help many people so that when I grow old and die, I will still be living through the people I am helping.

Affirmations are our mental vitamins, providing the supplementary positive thoughts we need to balance the barrage of negative events and thoughts we experience daily.

Women are expected to absorb traumas both subtle and loud and move on. Shoulder the weight of the world. But when the world fucks with us, the worst thing we can do is bury it. Embracing it makes us strong enough to fuck the world right back.

Girls are given the weight of the world, but nowhere to put it down. The power and magic born in that struggle? It’s so terrifying to men that we invented reasons to burn y’all at the stake, just to keep our dicks hard.

And maybe that was what real, adult love was. Being fearless enough to hold each other close no matter how catastrophic the world became. Loving each other with enough ferocity to quell the fears of the past. Just fucking being there.

Hanya ada satu yang ingin kucuri darimu, Tia, dan kamu tahu persis apa itu... Your Heart (Marco Dante - Ti Amo, Tia Amoria)

Girls are given the weight of the world, but nowhere to put it down.

At first I wasn't understanding him, but now it is not too much a problem. Everybody in the whole world be speaking different. Big Madam, Ms. Tia, Kofi, Abu, even me, Adunni. We all be speaking different because we all are having different growing-up life, but we can all be understanding each other if we just take the time to listen well.

I know what I was like.” “You don’t.” Shane went dead serious. “You burst into my solitude, demanding to be seen. You were overwhelming. Just wild and weird and brilliant, and I never had a choice. I liked everything about you. Even the scary parts. I wanted to drown in your fucking bathwater.

Shane cupped her face in his hands. “It never ends, does it? Loving you never ends. Whether you’re Genevieve or Eva. Whether I lose you for years or wake up to your face every morning. I love you. You’re my home. And I want you forever.

I idealize you in fiction because I idealized you in real life,” he continued.

Caregiving often calls us to lean into love we didn't know possible.

Women didn’t get to be bad boys.

I’m going to destroy you, little man!" Sourcefield yelled after me. "I’ll rip you apart like a piece of tissue paper in a hurricane!" "Wow," I said, reaching an intersection and taking cover by an old mailbox. "What?" Tia asked. "That was a really good metaphor.

Isn’t it obvious?” “Apparently not.” “I’m not just writing about you,” said Shane. “I’m writing to you.

In the heart or every caregiver is a knowing that we are all connected. As I do for you, I do for me.

Sometimes it's hard to wait for good things to happen. - Tia Isa

Have you ever been in a Walmart?” asked Eva. “Physically, yes. Spiritually, no.

One thing,” she whispered, her lips by his jaw. She didn’t want anyone to overhear. “Before I forget.” “What’s that?” “Stop writing about me.” Only Eva could’ve noticed the change in his expression. She saw the flinch. The slow, satisfied curl of his lip. His bronzy-amber eyes flashing. It was like he’d been waiting years to hear those words. Like the girl whose pigtails he’d been yanking during recess all year had finally shoved him back. He looked gratified. In a voice both raspy and low, and so, so familiar, Shane said, “You first.

Always trust your heart. It never tells you lie.

Bỏ lỗi cho anh. Em khổ cũng nhiều rồi. Người ta có thể quen với mọi thứ, cả sự khổ não – nhưng anh sẽ cố làm cho em đỡ khổ, người ta không nên quen với khổ đau. Phải có một cái không thay đổi mới có thể làm cái trục thay đổi mọi cái khác. Tình yêu chúng ta càng vững, xung quanh chúng ta sẽ biến đổi hết. Khi người ta khổ mọi vẻ, phải có một cái gì sung sướng, dù là hi vọng, mới sống được. Đêm bão biển ít nhất phải còn một vì sao trên trời, hay trong lòng thủy thủ. Bây giờ anh khổ lắm, anh phải có em giữa biển khổ, anh phải có một vì sao trong tâm hồn. Em cũng mất nhiều lắm, mất cả tiếng cười, cuộc sống hồn nhiên. Anh cố lắm… Nhưng em có thể thấy ở anh như một tia nắng giữa trời mây đen không? Nếu mà có thể, anh muốn khổ thay em tất cả. Cho em sung sướng phần nào.

Religion. Hmm. I guess it's like fire. In good hands, fire can be used to do positive things, like keep you warm. Make s'mores. In bad hands, it can burn a witch at the stake. Lynch a Black body.

Dragostea fiind o întîlnire dureroasa si paradoxala a fericirii cu disperarea, el e prea neîncapator excesului ei inuman. De aceea, de cîte ori te trezesti din iubire, pare ca ti-a putrezit timpul prin nu mai stiu ce inima.

I’m alone. When I’m comatose from writing and mothering, when I’m hurting too badly to cook, talk, or smile, I curl up with ‘alone’ like a security blanket. Alone doesn’t care that I don’t shave my legs in the winter. Alone never gets disappointed by me.” Eva sighed. “It’s the best relationship I’ve ever been in.

The world was too loud for little-boy Shane. What he didn’t know was that he was training himself to be a deeply empathetic writer—understanding nuanced emotion, spying humanity in unexpected places, seeing past the obvious. He was taking notes for his future self, who would write it all down.

No matter how perilous the journey, it’s never over for true soul mates.

João amava Teresa que amava Raimundo que amava Maria que amava Joaquim que amava Lili que não amava ninguém. João foi para os Estados Unidos, Teresa para o convento, Raimundo morreu de desastre, Maria ficou para tia, Joaquim suicidou-se e Lili casou com J. Pinto Fernandes que não tinha entrado na história.

This new Eva, the free Eva, was tired of being rattled by life. How long had she lived being too terrified to show her real self? There was power in showing the messiness of her life and what it took to hold it together.

Adult social stuff can’t be harder than seventh grade. It’s not hard to make friends. Just be an active listener. If you listen hard enough, you can tell what a person needs from you. And if you give them what they need, you’ve got a friend for life.

There’s an alternate universe where I never left

I stayed alive for you, and you. But you killed me anyway.

How do you finish a love story that you…you never wanted to end?

Teen girls rearrange the fucking world.

If you have the opportunity to make a moment meaningful, why not take it?

My mama say education will give me a voice. I want more than just a voice, Ms. Tia. I want a louding voice,

Just say it,” Eva said with a smile. “I’ve never said it. To anyone.” “It won’t hurt, I promise.” Shane grinned, a heart-stopping thing. Then laid his face on her breasts, closing his eyes. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready.” “I love you,” said Shane. “Dramatically, violently, and forever.” She kissed the top of his head, smiling brighter than the sun. “I’ve always loved you,” he whispered. “What a coincidence,” she whispered back. “I’ve always loved you, too.

Look at history,” Eva continued, rubbing a temple. “Roxanne Shanté out-rapping grown men at fourteen. Serena winning the US Open at seventeen. Mary Shelley writing Frankenstein at eighteen. Josephine Baker conquering Paris at nineteen. Zelda Fitzgerald’s high school diary was so fire that her future husband stole entire passages to write The Great Gatsby. The eighteenth-century poet Phillis Wheatley published her first piece at fourteen, while enslaved. Joan of Arc. Greta Thunberg. Teen girls rearrange the fucking world.

If you are not from an island. you cannot understand what it means to be of water: to learn to curve around the bend, to learn to rise with rain, to learn to quench an outside thirst while all the while you grow shallow until there is not one drop left for you. I know this is what Tia does not say. Sand & soil & sinew & smiles: all bartered. & who reaps? Who eats? Not us. Not me.

The greatest thing you'll learn is just to love and be loved in return - Eden Ahbez

Running away wasn’t empowering. An empowered woman would’ve indulged.

Some people, like my dad, have invisible scars; others, like Tia, have scars you can see.

Ear demons are totally real," Cody said. "They're what make microphones like these ones work. They're also what tell you to eat the last slice of pie when you know Tia wanted it.

Destigmatizing male vulnerability is the first step toward rebuilding the absolute ruin that straight men have left the world in.

You know how the story ends. He escaped and went on to become the greatest chief Suntown ever had. He never built a shrine or a temple or even a shack in the name of Tia. In the Great Book, her name is never mentioned again. He never mused about her or even asked where she was buried. Tia was a virgin. She was beautiful. She was poor. And she was a girl. It was her duty to sacrifice her life for his.

Shane was her lighthouse. If he went dark, she’d be lost, treading black water forever.

There are too many people too angry at a world that isn't the least bit angry at them.

See Tia, I wash my feet 5 times a day. So that means that at any given moment in the day, my feet are cleaner than your face.

The way my tia looks at Raul is the way I look at Martin. He makes her happy and helps her see that she is stronger than she thought she was. It's not that he makes her stronger, but he definitely helps her see that she has been strong all along.

Ada banyak lapisan dalam perasaan seorang wanita. Terkadang apa yang ia tunjukkan kepada dunia, berbeda dengan apa yang sebenarnya ia rasakan di hatinya.

To me, love is like listening to an album. Some people skip to their favorite songs and ignore the rest. Other people listen to the entire album over and over until it's familiar and cherished and they know every note by heart. That's how Dr. Bennett and I loved each other. He was music I could listen to forever.

Write your truth, Ms. Tia say. Your truth. I tear to pieces the paper, ad throw it to the floor. Then I swim deep inside the river of my soul, find the key from where it is sitting full of rust, at the bottom of the river, and open the lock. I kneel down beside my bed, close my eyes, turn myself into a cup, and pour the memory out of me.

A tree grows its branches out until it touches the tips of the next closest tree. And they're linked forever. Because if they're really close, their roots grow together. They're so intertwined underneath that no matter what happens above ground, they stay connected.

Well sue me for staring. I'd be willing to scrub away my shame on his washboard abs.

I thought you were a problem that needed solving. But you don't need solving. You need understanding.

Adulthood is a lie, Audre. We're all just tall toddlers.

Nobody else can take you to the place you want to end up. You have to get there yourself.

You push away stuff away that isn't safe and obvious, Mom, but love isn't safe and obvious. Love is risky. Take the risk, woman.

And here’s what’s really good,” continued Belinda. “The publishing industry has a hard time processing Black characters unless we’re suffering.

she still loved him, and she could feel herself dying from it, like a disease.

Acting sober is an art,” he explained. “The trick is to say very little and be very still.

And know this: the villain depends on who's telling the story.

Like when Spotify plays a song you haven't heard since childhood, and it reminds you who you are. Like "Oh yeah, I'm a person who knows all the words to Will Smith's 'Wild Wild West.

Watch out for púcas as you travel, lad,” Cody said, shaking my hand. “Could be imitating anything out there.” “Once again,” Tia said as she settled into the seat in front of me, “those are from Irish mythology, you nitwit.

...but he can't stop himself from loving her. Maybe it's 'cause he knows that in the end, she'll survive him. ... By virtue of being a woman, she's stronger. Girls are given the weight of the world, but nowhere to put it down. The power and magic born in that struggle? It's so terrifying to men that we invented reasons to burn y'all at the stake, just to keep our dicks hard.

Nếu như cách mạng là một dòng sông, và cuộc đời của mỗi chiến sĩ là một con suối đổ vào dòng sông đó, thì các em lại là những tia nước nhỏ bé, bất ngờ vọt ra từ một kẽ đá, một vết nứt trên thân cây, hoặc trút xuống từ một đài hoa gió thổi nghiêng... Nhưng cái điều kỳ thú là những tia nước mỏng manh nhỏ bé ấy đã len lỏi hòa vào dòng sông Cách mạng hùng vĩ, lúc nào không ai hay.

De-ai sti cate locuri senine sunt in lume! De ce nu te duci sa cauti unul? Toate drumurile sunt libere! Du-te pe mare, in singuratatea ei o sa gasesti tocmai ce iti lipseste! Ai sa intalnesti alte intelesuri ale vietii, ai sa te vindeci de tot ce ti-a ranit sufletul aici!

I hoped Tia was different. Easier to manage for people like me, who didn’t naturally jive with the little tykes. I’d only met her for a few seconds, so I had no idea what I was in for, here. All I knew was this wasn’t my element, and her father had just compared me to a pregnant woman. Wasn’t there something wrong with this picture?

You're kind of... distracting. Am I? Yes. In the best way.

We’ve each made it through the dark times, and we’ve found the one to hold, keep, love, and save.

I’ve always loved you,” he whispered. “What a coincidence,” she whispered back. “I’ve always loved you, too.

Now, I never got married. No, no, no, I ain’t one of those funny ladies. I just won’t fold myself up tiny so as not to put off no man.

They both giggled, until they’d forgotten what was funny. Eventually, they lapsed into comfortable silence, enjoying the sun.

Such a luxury, she thought, having someone who fills in your gaps when you’re depleted.

But identity changes all the time, I've found. There's a few more 'yous' you haven't met yet.

...you burst into my solitude demanding to be seen. You were overwhelming. Just wild and weird and brilliant, and I never had a choice. I liked everything about you. Even the scary parts. I wanted to drown in your fucking bathwater.

Be nice to her,” she said, low and fast. “My mom keeps a lot of stuff inside, but her thoughts are really loud. I know she’s been scared and lonely. She has a disability, but you probably know that. It’s a barometric-pressure thing. When it rains or snows or gets really hot or really cold too fast, she hurts. But alcohol, stress, loud noises, and weird smells do it, too. You have to learn her triggers. And please, just be patient with her. Sometimes she has to lie down for a long time. You might feel bored or lonely or even rejected, but she can’t help being sick.” Audre rested her hand on Shane’s shoulder. “Mom feels guilty about who she is. Make her feel happy about herself.

Given that those sinning, raping plantation owners had both white babies and Black babies, everyone was six degrees from being one or the other. Which was what scared southern white people the most.

It never ends, does it? Loving you never ends. Whether you’re Genevieve or Eva. Whether I lose you for years or wake up to your face every morning. I love you. You’re my home. And I want you forever.

IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2019, THIRTY-TWO-YEAR-OLD EVA MERCY NEARLY choked to death on a piece of gum. She’d been attempting to masturbate when the gum lodged in her throat, cutting off her air supply.

I don't want these clinical, awkward setups. I don't feel like doing this twenty more times. I can't imagine meeting my soulmate through an interview process. I want to know without words. I want fall so violently that I risk breaking into a million pieces. I want to love so desperately it's indecent. I want it to be wild and fated and forever. A no choice connection.

I want to know without words. I want to fall so violently that I risk breaking into a million pieces. I want to love so desperately it’s indecent. I want it to be wild and fated and forever. A no-choice connection.

Go." "Can't." Eva shook her head. "It'd require breaking myself open." "Why don't you want to?" "It's a mess in there," she said hollowly. He wondered when the last time she'd fallen apart in front of someone was. "But that's the good stuff," he insisted. "It's you.

She did think of him sometimes. Lying alone in a hospital bed at 2:00 a.m., or during bouts of writer's block. He'd appear on the fringes of her thoughts—no face, just a feeling. His warm, minty-vanilla scent. The rough softness of his skin, like velvet caressed against the grain.

It was as if all the negatives in my life had managed to twist out one beautiful positive for me.

I am not perfect. I never will be, and that’s okay. After all, perfection is an illusion.

Long ago, she'd learned that life could be bitterly disappointing if allowed. There were blows and stumbles, but your job was to stay interested in the world.

No one was perfect! And maybe that was what real, adult love was. Being fearless enough to hold each other close no matter how catastrophic the world became. Loving each other with enough ferocity to quell the fears of the past. Just fucking being there.

he did occasionally hold me down and fuck me hard from behind. It was rough and violent, and I usually felt it the next day. Those were also the nights I came the hardest and glowed the longest, so I guess I was as twisted as he was.

We don’t disturb the moment, though. The truth might be that both of us are strong as iron, tough as flint, but holding each other, we know how precious it is that we’re here, together. The randomness of chance keeps us both in awe, and for that, we treasure these moments.

People search in vain forever to find what we've got. I don't know shit about anything, Jenna, and I might be inexperienced, but I know you'll never love anyone like you love me.' 'I won't she,' she whispered. 'And yet you can leave me so easily for a baby you don't have and a husband you've never met. I'm here, I'm real, and I just lost to a goddamn fantasy. I must've never really had you at all.

Yeah, but like, I just wanna ask her if she wants to go with me to Cold Stone or whatever. Get some ice cream,” grumbled Ty. “You’re doing too much.” “See, you don’t even need my help! You got a plan,” said Shane encouragingly. “Just ask her out tomorrow. And be confident with it. If you believe you’re that dude, she will, too.” “Maybe I should ask her if she’s lactose intolerant first.” “Under no circumstances should you do that.” “Nah, you right.

Haven’t you been doing it over the phone?” “Mmm...” Another crunch. “That’s actually more frustrating. He tells me all this dirty stuff he wants to do to me, and he’s a million miles away! It’s awful!” “You’re supposed to finish while you’re on the phone, dum-dum.” “I’m still all achy and needing him.” I hear her sit up fast. “Do you have a dildo?” Laughter bursts out of me then. “I have Derek.” “Not all week! What are you hiding? I bet you have a stash.

It’s raising you up for prison. Your every move is criminalized, by design. In most schools, kids don’t get expelled for saying ‘fuck’ or get tased for tardiness or incarcerated for missing one detention. In most schools, eighth-grade boys aren’t terrorized this way. They’re allowed to be kids, nothing on their minds but pussy and Roblox.” Ty’s eyes focused on his notebook. He was painfully aware that Shane was referring to him. He’d been sent to juvie for missing a detention.

For half my life, I've hidden behind these characters. I've hidden in general. I've spent so much time being scared. Scared of digging too deep into who I really am, for fear of what I might find. What ghosts I might confront, secrets I might uncover. Better to bury it all. I thought I couldn't be a successful person if I had demons. But what fully realized person doesn't? No one expects men to be flaw-free. Women are expected to absorb traumas both subtle and loud and move on. Shoulder the weight of the world. But when the world fucks with us, the worst thing we can do is bury it. Embracing it makes us strong enough to fuck the world right back.

Diana” was the first thing out of her mouth. “I’m dying,” the too familiar voice on the other end moaned. I snorted, locking the front door behind me as I held the phone up to my face with my shoulder. “You’re pregnant. You’re not dying.” “But it feels like I am,” the person who rarely ever complained whined. We’d been best friends our entire lives, and I could only count on one hand the number of times I’d heard her grumble about something that wasn’t her family. I’d had the title of being the whiner in our epic love affair that had survived more shit than I was willing to remember right then. I held up a finger when Louie tipped his head toward the kitchen as if asking if I was going to get started on dinner or not. “Well, nobody told you to get pregnant with the Hulk’s baby. What did you expect? He’s probably going to come out the size of a toddler.” The laugh that burst out of her made me laugh too. This fierce feeling of missing her reminded me it had been months since we’d last seen each other. “Shut up.” “You can’t avoid the truth forever.” Her husband was huge. I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t expect her unborn baby to be a giant too. “Ugh.” A long sigh came through the receiver in resignation. “I don’t know what I was thinking—” “You weren’t thinking.” She ignored me. “We’re never having another one. I can’t sleep. I have to pee every two minutes. I’m the size of Mars—” “The last time I saw you”—which had been two months ago—“you were the size of Mars. The baby is probably the size of Mars now. I’d probably say you’re about the size of Uranus.” She ignored me again. “Everything makes me cry and I itch. I itch so bad.” “Do I… want to know where you’re itching?” “Nasty. My stomach. Aiden’s been rubbing coconut oil on me every hour he’s here.” I tried to imagine her six-foot-five-inch, Hercules-sized husband doing that to Van, but my imagination wasn’t that great. “Is he doing okay?” I asked, knowing off our past conversations that while he’d been over the moon with her pregnancy, he’d also turned into mother hen supreme. It made me feel better knowing that she wasn’t living in a different state all by herself with no one else for support. Some people in life got lucky and found someone great, the rest of us either took a long time… or not ever. “He’s worried I’m going to fall down the stairs when he isn’t around, and he’s talking about getting a one-story house so that I can put him out of his misery.” “You know you can come stay with us if you want.” She made a noise. “I’m just offering, bitch. If you don’t want to be alone when he starts traveling more for games, you can stay here as long as you need. Louie doesn’t sleep in his room half the time anyway, and we have a one-story house. You could sleep with me if you really wanted to. It’ll be like we’re fourteen all over again.” She sighed. “I would. I really would, but I couldn’t leave Aiden.” And I couldn’t leave the boys for longer than a couple of weeks, but she knew that. Well, she also knew I couldn’t not work for that long, too. “Maybe you can get one of those I’ve-fallen-and-I-can’t-get-up—” Vanessa let out another loud laugh. “You jerk.” “What? You could.” There was a pause. “I don’t even know why I bother with you half the time.” “Because you love me?” “I don’t know why.” “Tia,” Louie hissed, rubbing his belly like he was seriously starving. “Hey, Lou and Josh are making it seem like they haven’t eaten all day. I’m scared they might start nibbling on my hand soon. Let me feed them, and I’ll call you back, okay?” Van didn’t miss a beat. “Sure, Di. Give them a hug from me and call me back whenever. I’m on the couch, and I’m not going anywhere except the bathroom.” “Okay. I won’t call Parks and Wildlife to let them know there’s a beached whale—” “Goddammit, Diana—” I laughed. “Love you. I’ll call you back. Bye!” “Vanny has a whale?” Lou asked.

Po behen pothuaj tri jave nga shetitja e nje Majit, por bashke me keto po behen edhe tri jave nga pershendetja tallese dhe e fundit e Poles. Mendoj, mendoj dhe habitem me vete: A me te vertete me ka dashuruar Pola? Atehere cfare dreq eshte kjo dashuri rinie? Une po! Kam dashuri, d.m.th., gezohem kur gezohen te tjeret dhe deshperohem, kur deshperohen ata. Mirepo, kete fare gezimi e deshperimi e ndiej edhe per cdo njeri te larget, madje edhe per Polen e per te gjithe. . ., por asnje nuk dua te kem pa pa perpara. . . I dua, por malli s’me merr! E shoh njerine si njeri per t’u pare, por jo per t’u adhuruar. Njeriu, qe do te adhurohet — qe do te dashurohet, desha te them — prej te gjitheve a prej nje njeriu s’eshte lindur ende. . ., por as qe ka per t’u lindur ndonje i tille! Pra, po them te drejten, se une e doja dhe e dua me gjithe zemer Polen, por me nje dashuri familjare, ashtu si i dua dhe motrat e mia. Sa here qe ka rene puna per te kercyer dance me te a te fjalosesha per ndonje gje, gjithnje e nderoja si njeri, pa anuar mendja per keq. E them kete, sepse ta dashurosh tjetrin ose tjetren per nje pune shtazore, atehere humbet cdo qellim njerezor dhe pastaj eshte e kote te dashurosh! Por ja qe doli ne shesh: -Te dua! - me tha si pa gje te keqe. - Fort mire! Me do? Edhe une te dua! U mbarua puna. Mirpo: - Pse nuk me dorezohesh? Ja kete mister nuk mund ta zgjidh. Per te dashuruar si moter a si njeri e kam dashuruar, por per ta dashuruar si kafshe, as qe me ka shkuar mendja. Por Pola me paska dashur per burre te saj. . . per jeten e saj! Ne qofte se ishte ndonje tjeter ne vendin tim, kete gje do ta quante si dashuri rinie; mirepo une nuk e quaj, dhe as qe kam pse ta quaj ashtu. Po, mik, nuk e quaj: mbasi u njohem mire me Polen, ajo eshte sjelle me shume miqesi me mua, aq sa me se fundi pati guximin perpara familjes se saj te me jepte nje dhurate. Por kjo s’ka ndonje rendesi, mbasi dhurata nuk eshte gje tjeter, vecse nje shprehje adhurimi njerezor, nje pasterti zemre per njeri-tjetrin. Me vone miqesia u kthye jo ne dashuri familjare, por ne dashuri hice, ne dashuri te rreme, se brenda saj fshihej: “Te me dorrezohesh!”. Ajo e mendonte jeten, te ardhmen e saj te siguruar fare mire me mua; vec kesaj, nga qe jam i pashem dhe terheqes, ajo donte te mertohej me mua. Thurr e c’thur enderra lumturie, enderra martese. Shiko tani se ku qendronte dashuria e Poles: tek e ardhmja e saj: eshte i mire dhe nuk do vuaj: pra: ka dashuri! Kete “te me dorezohesh!”, e mbajti te mbyllur ne zemren e saj shume muaj, me shprese, se do t’ia thoja une me pare. Mirpo, kur pa, se s’ia varja veshin fare per kete pune, atehere u detyrua te ma thote vete kete gje. Por, fatkeqesi per te! - Pse nuk me dorezohesh? . . . - Pse nuk mund. . . pse kam tjeter! - Keto fjale te mia i rane si bombe. E po atehere? Atehere gjithe shpresa e saj e bukur u varros sa pa lindur dhe pastaj, duke mos ditur se si ta mbronte veten, filloi te qaje: qante zemra e saj me lejen e arsyes per lumturine e enderruar, qe i vdiq. Puna e saj eshte porsi nje vdekje. Kur vdes njeriu, qajme pse pa ate na cenohet disi rruga e jetes. Keshtu pra, Pola, nuk qau dashurine time, por kujtimin e lumturise se saj! Dhe me se fundi iku! Sikur te me dashuronte me te vertete, Pola, edhe kur ia tregova lajmin e fejeses, ajo duhej te me dashuronte ashtu sikurse e dua une, me gjithe qe jam i lidhur me Aferditen. Mirepo, ajo jo, me dashuronte deri sa e shihte se po shkonte mbare interesi i saj, por kur e pa se ai ngeci atehere ngeci dhe dashuria e saj.