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  • #1
    Mark T. Sullivan
    “You know, my young friend, I will be ninety years old next year, and life is still a constant surprise to me. We never know what will happen next, what we will see, and what important person will come into our life, or what important person we will lose. Life is change, constant change, and unless we are lucky enough to find comedy in it, change is nearly always a drama, if not a tragedy. But after everything, and even when the skies turn scarlet and threatening, I still believe that if we are lucky enough to be alive, we must give thanks for the miracle of every moment of every day, no matter how flawed.”
    Mark T. Sullivan, Beneath a Scarlet Sky

  • #2
    Mark T. Sullivan
    “Some loves never die.”
    Mark T. Sullivan, Beneath a Scarlet Sky

  • #3
    Mark T. Sullivan
    “The best thing is to grieve for the people you loved and lost, and then welcome and love the new people life puts in front of you.”
    Mark T. Sullivan, Beneath a Scarlet Sky

  • #4
    Mark T. Sullivan
    “It all made Pino realize that the earth did not know war, that nature would go on no matter what horror one man might inflict on another. Nature didn’t care a bit about men and their need to kill and conquer.”
    Mark T. Sullivan, Beneath a Scarlet Sky

  • #5
    Mark T. Sullivan
    “By opening our hearts, revealing our scars, we are made human and flawed and whole.”
    Mark T. Sullivan, Beneath a Scarlet Sky

  • #6
    Mark T. Sullivan
    “Pino was seized by something much more compelling and primal, as if Anna were not human but a spirit, a melody, a perfect instrument of love.”
    Mark T. Sullivan, Beneath a Scarlet Sky

  • #7
    Frank Zappa
    “So many books, so little time.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #8
    “You should date a girl who reads.
    Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

    Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

    She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

    Buy her another cup of coffee.

    Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

    It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

    She has to give it a shot somehow.

    Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

    Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

    Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

    If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

    You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

    You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

    Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

    Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
    Rosemarie Urquico

  • #9
    “When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit.”
    Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

  • #10
    André Aciman
    “I'm like you,' he said. 'I remember everything.'

    I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #11
    André Aciman
    “We had the stars, you and I. And this is given once only.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #12
    André Aciman
    “I suddenly realized that we were on borrowed time, that time is always borrowed, and that the lending agency exacts its premium precisely when we are least prepared to pay and need to borrow more...”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #13
    Anthony Doerr
    “Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever.”
    Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

  • #14
    Anthony Doerr
    “But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?”
    Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

  • #15
    Anthony Doerr
    “Don’t you want to be alive before you die?”
    Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

  • #16
    Paulo Coelho
    “And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #17
    Bob Marley
    “Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
    Bob Marley

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “What is your advice to young writers?”
    “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.”
    Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music

  • #19
    C. JoyBell C.
    “You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won't mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever.... connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.”
    C. JoyBell C.

  • #20
    Virginia Woolf
    “What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #21
    Humayun Ahmed
    “আমি কখনো অতিরিক্ত কিছুদিন বাঁচার জন্য সিগারেটের আনন্দ ছাড়ার জন্য প্রস্তুত ছিলাম না। আমি ভেবে রেখেছিলাম ডাক্তারকে বলব, আমি একজন লেখক। নিকোটিনের বিষে আমার শরীরের প্রতিটি কোষ অভ্যস্ত। তোমরা আমার চিকিৎসা করো, কিন্তু আমি সিগারেট ছাড়ব না। তাহলে কেন ছাড়লাম? পুত্র নিনিত হামাগুড়ি থেকে হাঁটা শিখেছে। বিষয়টা পুরোপুরি রপ্ত করতে পারেনি। দু-এক পা হেঁটেই ধুম করে পড়ে যায়। ব্যথা পেয়ে কাঁদে। একদিন বসে আছি। টিভিতে খবর দেখছি। হঠাৎ চোখ গেল নিনিতের দিকে। সে হামাগুড়ি পজিশন থেকে উঠে দাঁড়িয়েছে। হেঁটে হেঁটে এগিয়ে আসছে আমার দিকে। তার ছোট্ট শরীর টলমল করছে। যেকোনো সময় পড়ে যাবে এমন অবস্থা। আমি ডান হাত তার দিকে বাড়িয়ে দিতেই সে হাঁটা বাদ দিয়ে দৌড়ে হাতের ওপর ঝাঁপিয়ে পড়ে বিশ্বজয়ের ভঙ্গিতে হাসল। তখনই মনে হলো, এই ছেলেটির সঙ্গে আরও কিছুদিন আমার থাকা উচিত। সিগারেট ছাড়ার সিদ্ধান্ত সেই মুহূর্তেই নিয়ে নিলাম।”
    Humayun Ahmed

  • #22
    Kamand Kojouri
    “If I can’t be your love,
    then let me be a simple brooch
    so I may rest a while against your chest.
    If I can’t be your love,
    then let me be a forgotten coin
    so I may rest a while against your thigh.
    If I can’t be your love,
    then let me be an unlit cigarette
    so I may rest a while in between your lips.
    If I can’t be your love,
    then let me at least remain in these words
    so I may rest a while in your thoughts.”
    Kamand Kojouri

  • #23
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “You smoked another cigarette and we shared another coffee and it was just another morning that made me realise that this is all it takes to be happy.”
    Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

  • #24
    Kamand Kojouri
    “This is an ode to life.
    The anthem of the world.
    For as there are billions
    of different stars that
    make up the sky
    so, too, are there billions
    of different humans that
    make up the Earth.
    Some shine brighter
    but all are made of
    the same cosmic dust.
    O the joy of being
    in life with all these people!
    I speak of differences
    because they are there.
    Like the different organs
    that make up our bodies.
    Earth, itself, is one large body.
    Listen to how it howls
    when one human is
    in misery.
    When one kills another, the
    Earth feels the pang in its
    chest. When one orgasms,
    the Earth craves a cigarette.
    Look carefully,
    these animals are
    beauty spots that make the
    Earth’s face lovelier
    and more loveable.
    These oceans are the Earth’s
    limpid eyes. These trees, its hair.
    This is an ode to life.
    The anthem of the world.
    I will no longer speak of
    differences, for the similarities
    are larger.
    Look even closer. There may be
    distances between our limbs but
    there are no spaces between
    our hearts. We long to be one.
    We long to be in nature and
    to run wild with its wildlife.
    Let us celebrate life and living,
    for it is sacrilegious
    to be ungrateful.
    Let us play and be playful,
    for it is sacrilegious
    to be serious.
    Let us celebrate imperfections
    and make existence
    proud of us, for tomorrow is
    death, and this is an ode to life.
    The anthem of the world.”
    Kamand Kojouri

  • #25
    Joyce Kilmer
    “I think that I shall never see
    A poem lovely as a tree.

    A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
    Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

    A tree that looks at God all day
    And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

    A tree that may in summer wear
    A nest of robins in her hair;

    Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
    Who intimately lives with rain.

    Poems are made by fools like me,
    But only God can make a tree.”
    Joyce Kilmer, Trees & Other Poems

  • #26
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

    And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

    And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #27
    Satyajit Ray
    “The only solutions that are ever worth anything are the solutions that people find themselves.”
    Satyajit Ray

  • #28
    Satyajit Ray
    “Last, but not least -- in fact, this is most important -- you need a happy ending. However, if you can create tragic situations and jerk a few tears before the happy ending, it will work much better.”
    Satyajit Ray, The Bandits of Bombay

  • #29
    Satyajit Ray
    “জানোয়ারের মন মানুষের মত জট পাকানো নয়। মানুষের মধ্যে যে সবচেয়ে বেশি সাদাসিধে, তারও মন একটা বাঘের মনের চেয়ে অনেক বেশি প্যাঁচালো।”
    Satyajit Ray, The Royal Bengal Mystery
    tags: mind

  • #30
    Satyajit Ray
    “Somehow I feel that an ordinary person–the man in the street if you like–is a more challenging subject for exploration than people in the heroic mold. It is the half shades, the hardly audible notes that I want to capture and explore. […] My films are about human beings, human relationships, and social problems. I think it is possible for everyone to relate to these issues. On a certain level, foreign audiences can appreciate Indian works, but many details are missed. For example, when they see a woman with a red spot on her forehead, they don’t know that this is a sign showing that she is married, or that a woman dressed in a white sari is a widow. Indian audiences understand this at once; it is self-evident for them. So, on certain level, the cultural gap is too wide. But on a psychological level, on the level of social relations, it is possible to relate. I think I have been able to cross the barrier between cultures. My films are made for an Indian audience, but I think they have bridged the gap.”
    Satyajit Ray



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