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“I’m perpetually in a limbo. Maybe I want too many things at once and nothing passionately enough.”
― Three Daughters of Eve
― Three Daughters of Eve
“Well, I know why you love art, even if you don’t,” Kitomi continues, as if I haven’t spoken. “Because art isn’t absolute. A photograph, that’s different. You’re seeing exactly what the photographer wanted you to see. A painting, though, is a partnership. The artist begins a dialogue, and you finish it.” She smiles. “And here’s the incredible part—that dialogue is different every time you view the art. Not because anything changes on the canvas—but because of what changes in you.”
― Wish You Were Here
― Wish You Were Here
“had suffered pain beyond her imagination. Some people break up after a big fight, but there are also people who drift incrementally apart until they can’t face each other anymore. The latter stay longer in your memory.”
― Shoko's Smile
― Shoko's Smile
“آگے جانے والے لوگ پیچھے رہے ہوئے لوگوں کی طرح یاد نہیں کرتے۔
گھر سے بندھی گائے اور طرح یاد کرتی ہے اور تانگے میں جُتا ہوا گھوڑا اور طرح سے یاد کرتا ہے ۔ جِس کو کچھ مل جائے، اچھا یا بُرااُس کی یادداشت کمزور ہونے لگتی ہے ، جن کو سب کچھ کھو کر اس کا ٹوٹا پھوٹا نعم البدل بھی نہ مِلے اُن کا حافظہ بہت تیز ہو جاتا ہے اور ہر یاد بھالے کی طرح دل میں اترتی ہے۔”
― Raja Gidh / راجه گدھ
گھر سے بندھی گائے اور طرح یاد کرتی ہے اور تانگے میں جُتا ہوا گھوڑا اور طرح سے یاد کرتا ہے ۔ جِس کو کچھ مل جائے، اچھا یا بُرااُس کی یادداشت کمزور ہونے لگتی ہے ، جن کو سب کچھ کھو کر اس کا ٹوٹا پھوٹا نعم البدل بھی نہ مِلے اُن کا حافظہ بہت تیز ہو جاتا ہے اور ہر یاد بھالے کی طرح دل میں اترتی ہے۔”
― Raja Gidh / راجه گدھ
“He knew, even back then, that she was prone to bouts of melancholy. It came to her in successive waves, an ebb and flow. When the first wave arrived, barely touching her toes, it was so light and translucent a ripple that you might be forgiven for thinking it insignificant, that it would vanish soon, leaving no trace. But then followed another wave, and the next one, rising as far as her ankles, and the one after that covering her knees, and before you knew it she was immersed in liquid pain, up to her neck, drowning. That's how depression sucked her in.”
― The Island of Missing Trees
― The Island of Missing Trees
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