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"“Home to whoever’s there, to
the parking lot behind the drive-thru, back
seat,
bedroom floor with your best friend,
the one who slept with your ex and lied
but you forgave her because what does it
matter when
none of you matter?”
Oh no" — 21 hours, 1 min ago
"“Home to whoever’s there, to
the parking lot behind the drive-thru, back
seat,
bedroom floor with your best friend,
the one who slept with your ex and lied
but you forgave her because what does it
matter when
none of you matter?”
Oh no" — 21 hours, 1 min ago
progress:
(36%)
"‘“I don’t doubt for a minute you are sorry!” he shouted. “So sorry to see all the glamour disappear in a flashing moment, and now you’re stuck with a crippled husband! Well, you’re not stuck, Melodie! You can file for divorce tomorrow and leave!”’
Jory nooo" — 42 minutes ago
"‘“I don’t doubt for a minute you are sorry!” he shouted. “So sorry to see all the glamour disappear in a flashing moment, and now you’re stuck with a crippled husband! Well, you’re not stuck, Melodie! You can file for divorce tomorrow and leave!”’
Jory nooo" — 42 minutes ago
progress:
(74%)
"“Afterwards, there was an orgy.
Prolonged, wild sexual celebrations as a form of cathartic emotional relief was, I was told, another fairly standard cultural aspect of the Nitashi, even – if not especially – in these times. Those few crew members who weren’t Nitashi were invited to participate, in much the same way as you might be invited for a cup of kol in another place.”
👁️👄👁️" — 8 hours, 10 min ago
"“Afterwards, there was an orgy.
Prolonged, wild sexual celebrations as a form of cathartic emotional relief was, I was told, another fairly standard cultural aspect of the Nitashi, even – if not especially – in these times. Those few crew members who weren’t Nitashi were invited to participate, in much the same way as you might be invited for a cup of kol in another place.”
👁️👄👁️" — 8 hours, 10 min ago
There is no violence worse than the violence of the occupier, using force on an entire nation, so the question about who fired first is therefore an evasion meant to distort the picture.
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“It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”
―
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”
―
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
―
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
―
“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive.”
―
―
“You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.”
― The Little Prince
― The Little Prince
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