mind can accept advice, but the heart cannot, and love, because it has not learned geography, knows no boundaries.
You don't know it's yours until you throw it away.
The sky is better to look up than to live in.
Because the older you get, the harder it is to put your thoughts into action, and perhaps because of this reason, the thoughts are all stagnant in your mind and become a burden.
I don't want to sleep, I don't want to die, I just want to roam on the grasslands of the sky.
I can't help but go back to where I used to live, to the houses and the streets nearby. For example, on East Seventy-ninth Street, there is a brownstone building that was my first apartment building in New York the year the war started.
Wherever you go, you will always meet yourself.
So he pressed his head against the pillow and covered his ears with his hands, he thought, thinking of the insignificant, thinking of the wind.
Loneliness, like fever, is at its peak at night, but with him there is light that penetrates the trees like a bird's poem. And when the sun came up, he let go of my hand and walked away, the tearful boy, my friend.
Because few of us understand that love is tenderness, and tenderness is not, as most people think, tenderness not pity. Love happiness doesn't mean focusing all of your affection on the other person, but even fewer know that. One has to love many things, and the lover has to be only the symbol of these things. The one who is truly loved is the blooming lilac in the eyes of the lover, boats and fishing fires, school bells, landscapes, unforgettable conversations, friends, children's Sundays, fading sounds, the most beloved clothes, autumn and all seasons, Memories, yes, memories are the soil and water on which survival depends.
The whole autumn is a maple leaf, as red as her red hair, the stem of the leaf is her raspy voice, and the serrated leaf shape resembles her face, commemorating her face.
Darling, I love you more than any woman, but please leave me now, while our love is still shining.
She seems to be aware of the present only from time to time, and most likely the future doesn't mean much to her. Her consciousness was like a mirror, reflecting only the bleak space in a deserted, empty room.
A candle is a magic wand; light one, and the world becomes a book.
But dear child, we were all alone, hanging in close proximity to each other, isolated from each other. Society is so scornful of us that we cannot speak or show our tenderness. For us, death is stronger than life, it is like the wind through the darkness, laughing without joy, mocking our cries mockingly. Loneliness fills us like rubbish, jade and stone are burnt, our hearts are broken, and we howl around the world, dying in our rented rooms, in our humble hotels, in the eternal home of wandering hearts.
Youth is not human at all, it cannot be human, because young people never believe that they are going to die...especially not that death often comes in unnatural ways.
Chewing on the eucalyptus leaves to get rid of the alcohol from her breath, she felt the chill of the evening already stirring the air around her. During the day the moon was more yellow, and the homing birds flew back among the dark leaves.
In times of terror or extreme tension, there are moments when your whole consciousness is waiting, as if waiting for a revelation, when a ray of silence runs through your thoughts; it's like a sleep, or a surreal burst trance; in this temporary stagnation, you become aware of a quiet rational force.
There was a silence running through the house, and like most silences, he wasn't at all, it knocked on doors, reverberated in clocks, creaking up stairs, leaning forward to look at my face, exploding.
Dreams are the thoughts of the mind, our secret true feelings.
"But I don't think he's right for you, I know too many people like Pepe; if you have to love him, love him, but it won't work." The mind can take counsel, but The heart can't, but love, because it doesn't understand geography, doesn't know the boundaries. You can tie a stone to it and sink it into the bottom of the water. It will always surface. Why not? Any love that exists in human nature is natural and beautiful. Only a hypocrite will pursue what a person loves. Those who do not understand emotions, and those who are obsessed with sacred beliefs, they are anxious and worried about this, but instead Arrows pointing to heaven are frequently mistaken for pointing to hell.
Running footsteps mixed with raindrops pounding on the pavement like a xylophone ding-dong—everyone was busy closing doors and windows, and then there was nothing but silence, And rain. After a while, she shuffled slowly and came to stand beside him under the street lamp, feeling the sky was like a mirror shattered by thunderbolts, because the rain between them was like a curtain of broken glass. .
A dream can become a reality as long as it lasts.
By being possessed, the sorcerer gave her this instruction: You must catch a wild bee, he said, close your palms and wrap it in it... If the wild bee doesn't sting you, then you'll know you've found it. true love.
We were like kids growing up in the same room, but I came out the front door and you went through the back door.
Failure is the spice that flavors success.
Suddenly, with her eyes closed, she felt an upward tide, like a diver rising from some deeper, greener depth.
I am only human enough to pity myself.
Any love that exists in human nature is natural and beautiful, and only a hypocrite will pursue what a person loves.
He is often like this now, always a little lost, always not knowing whether to take the next step forward or backward, up or down.
We live in this world today, cursed in the most vicious language by some people, but when we die, lying in coffins, they always put lilies in our hands, why don't you give them while I'm alive my flowers...
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