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She turned her head, smiled and waved to him. That smile and that gesture had charm and elegance, while the face and the body no longer had any charm. It was the charm of a gesture drowning in the charmlessness of the body. The essence of her charm, independent of time, revealed itself for a second and dazzled me. And then the word Agnes entered my mind. Agnes. I had never known a woman by that name.

How was it possible that such effort, such plain virtue, could overnight be reduced to this - smoke, thinning as it rose and was received by the big, annihilating sky?

How was it possible that such effort, such plain virtue, could overnight be reduced to this - smoke, thinning as it rose and was receiving by the big, annihilating sky?

What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, it is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

“You shall not go down twice to the same river, nor can you go home again. That he knew; indeed it was the basis of his view of the world. Yet from that acceptance of transience he evolved his vast theory, wherein what is most changeable is shown to be fullest of eternity."

It all goes back and back, Tyrion thought, "to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance in our steads.

One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong. But not today. It could not be today.

Friendship was witnessing another’s slow drip of miseries, and long bouts of boredom, and occasional triumphs. It was feeling honored by the privilege of getting to be present for another person’s most dismal moments, and knowing that you could be dismal around him in return.

As he fell slowly into sleep, Pippin had a strange feeling: he and Gandalf were still as stone, seated upon the statue of a running horse, while the world rolled away beneath his feet with a great noise of wind.

What does a word mean? And a life? In the end, it seems to me, the same thing. Just as a word can have many dimensions, many nuances, great complexity, so, too, can a person, a life. Language is the mirror, the principal metaphor. Because ultimately the meaning of a word, like that of a person, is boundless, ineffable.

"Three days later, after the Chris Cox episode, a friend emailed Obama asking what he thought explained McCain’s wild swings and oscillations. “No fucking discipline,” Obama replied."

Forgive me if I don't keep in touch for a few months. I need to focus on my studies. Happy reading folks!

Then it struck him what lay buried far down under the earth on which his feet were firmly planted: the ominous rumbling of the deepest darkness, secret rivers that transported desire, the lair of earthquakes ready to transform whole cities into mounds of rubble. These were helping to create the rhythm of the earth. He stopped dancing and stared at the ground beneath his feet as though peering into a bottomless hole.

Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.

“That’s life for you. All the happiness you gather to yourself, it will sweep away like it’s nothing. If you ask me I don’t think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That’s enough. But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.”

I watched in vain for a glimpse of soul. White necks, carmine lips, clusters of bright curls do not suffice for me without that Promethean spark which will live after the roses and lilies are faded, the burnished hair grown grey. In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life-November seasons of disaster, when a man's hearth and home would be cold indeed.

“It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.”

While a disgruntled Harry identifies with developmental vulnerabilities, the writing unpleasantly drags on.

While a disgruntled Harry identifies with developmental vulnerabilities, the writing unpleasantly drags on.

" Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it. "

“Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!”

বইয়ের নাম বারো ভূতের গপ্পো হবে। আসলে এভাবেও গপ্পো না, বানানে গপ্ দিয়ে পরে পো হবে। :/

আমার যদি সে কামালিয়াত থাকত, একটি নাম, শুধু একটি নামে তোমার সত্তার আসল রূপ বিকশিত করার জন্যে সমস্ত জীবন ধ্যানের আসনে কাটিয়ে দিতাম!

যদি তোমার নাম ঈশ্বরী রাখতাম বেশ হত। তোমাকে ঈশ্বরের সাথে জড়ানোর বিন্দুমাত্র ইচ্ছে আমার নেই, কারণ তুমি একান্ত আমার, যেখানে কারো কোন অংশ নেই, একেবারে লা শারিক!

“It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven, could unravel and separate over a thing like that. But the fact was, I suppose, there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we'd understood that back then-who knows?-maybe we'd have kept a tighter hold of one another.”

একদম হিসাব মিলাতে পারছি না। এই বই আমার খুব পছন্দ হওয়ার কথা ছিল। কিন্তু এখন কয়েকটা পৃষ্ঠা উল্টাতেও কষ্ট হচ্ছে। যে অতীত লেখককে টানে, যে শৈশব তার সত্তার সাথে জড়িয়ে গেছে, আমি তার কোনটাই পাই নি দেখেই হয়তো এমন হচ্ছে। তাও আশা ছাড়ছি না, এক-দু বছর পর এখানে আবার ফিরে আসা যাবে।

একদম হিসাব মিলাতে পারছি না। এই বই আমার খুব পছন্দ হওয়ার কথা ছিল। কিন্তু এখন আর এক-দুটা পৃষ্ঠা উল্টাতেও কষ্ট হচ্ছে। যে অতীত লেখককে টানে, যে শৈশব তার সত্তার সাথে জড়িয়ে গেছে, আমার তার কোনটাই ছিল না দেখেই হয়তো এমন হচ্ছে। তাও আশা ছাড়ছি না, এক-দু বছর পর এখানে আবার ফিরে আসা যাবে।

“In bantering lies the key to human warmth.”