when people ask me why I waste my time in reading a book that is going to turn into a movie.
بسم الله النور
"Man was created from mud, from sedimentary clay, from the lowliest substance of the world, and then God inhaled into him, His spirit, the most exalted entity of any being- and here we are. Comprised of mud & Divine spirit, of two contradictory elements, struggling between these two opposite poles, striving to find our direction, deciding between darkness & Light... "
one difference between cats and dogs is that dogs do absolutely nothing to mask their clinginess while cats pretend it’s a coincidence they’re in the same room as you 97% of the time
If you do not have boundaries, you do not have a path.
People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.
….one of those long, romantic novels, six hundred and fifty pages of small print, translated from French or German or Hungarian or something — because few of the English ones have the exact feeling I mean. And you read one page of it or even one phrase of it, and then you gobble up all the rest and go about in a dream for weeks afterwards, for months afterwards — perhaps all your life, who knows? — surrounded by those six hundred and fifty pages, the houses, the streets, the snow, the river, the roses, the girls, the sun, the ladies’ dresses and the gentlemen’s voices, the old, wicked, hard-hearted women and the old, sad women, the waltz music — everything. What is not there you put in afterwards, for it is alive, this book, and it grows in your head. ‘The house I was living in when I read that book,’ you think, or ‘This colour reminds me of that book.
Do not say, ‘Perhaps He does not want me.’ What business has a thirsty man with such words?