Buffy Holte

“: يقول جيمس راي
كان الإمتنان تمرينا فعالا لي .
في كل صباح انهض واقول الحمد لله وفي كل صباح حينما تلمس قدمي أرض الغرفه أقول الحمد لله ثم أبدأ في التفكير في الأشياء التي تستحق الحمد هذا بينما أغسل أسناني وأقوم بطقوس الصباح ولا اكتفي فقط بالتفكير بشأنها والقيام ببعض العادات الروتينيه بل إنني أصوغ الحمد وألهج به واستشعر في نفسي مشاعر الإمتنان .”
― Rhonda Byrne, The Secret

“This is the autumn of wonders, yet every day, every single day, I go back to that burned afternoon in August when T. Ray left. I go back to that one moment when I stood in the driveway with small rocks and clumps of dirt around my feet and looked back at the porch. And there they were. All these mothers. I have more mothers than any eight girls off the street. They are the moons shining over me.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

“And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; —
Darkness there, and nothing more.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Edgar Allan Poe: Complete & Unabridged

“The NELLIE, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide.

The sea-reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway. In the offing the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of canvas sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits. A haze rested on the low shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness. The air was dark above Gravesend, and farther back still seemed condensed into a mournful gloom, brooding motionless over the biggest, and the greatest, town on earth.
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― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness: and Selections from The Congo Diary