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“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Steve Jobs

“A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt

“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
― Albert Einstein

“Selingkuh: meninggalkan yang tak sempurna
untuk yang lebih tak sempurna.”
― Christian Simamora, All You Can Eat

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
― Pablo Neruda

“But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.”
― Pablo Neruda

“And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.”
― Pablo Neruda

“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.”
― Pablo Neruda

“I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way”
― Pablo Neruda, Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada. Cien sonetos de amor

“به آرامی آغاز به مردن می‌كنی
اگر سفر نكنی
اگر كتابی نخوانی
اگر به اصوات زندگی گوش ندهی
اگر از خودت قدردانی نكنی
به آرامی آغاز به مردن می‌كنی
زماني كه خودباوري را در خودت بكشی
وقتي نگذاري ديگران به تو كمك كنند
به آرامي آغاز به مردن می‌كنی
اگر برده‏ی عادات خود شوی
اگرهميشه از يك راه تكراری بروی
اگر روزمرّگی را تغيير ندهی
اگر رنگ‏های متفاوت به تن نكنی
يا اگر با افراد ناشناس صحبت نكنی
تو به آرامی آغاز به مردن می‌كنی
اگر از شور و حرارت
از احساسات سركش
و از چيزهايی كه چشمانت را به درخشش وامی‌دارند
و ضربان قلبت را تندتر مي‌كنند
دوری كنی

تو به آرامی آغاز به مردن می‌كنی
اگر هنگامی كه با شغلت،‌ يا عشقت شاد نيستی، آن را عوض نكنی
اگر برای مطمئن در نامطمئن خطر نكنی
اگر ورای روياها نروی
اگر به خودت اجازه ندهی
كه حداقل يك بار در تمام زندگي‏ات
ورای مصلحت‌انديشی بروی
امروز زندگی را آغاز كن
امروز مخاطره كن
امروز كاری كن”
― پابلو نرودا

“Charm is the ability to make someone else think that both of you are pretty wonderful.”
― Kathleen Winsor

“The men who cannot laugh at themselves frighten me even more than those who laugh at everything.”
― Anne Perry, The Whitechapel Conspiracy

“Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.”
― Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friend

“A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover