I' was the last word I was able to speak aloud, which is a terrible thing, but there it is, I would walk around the neighborhood saying, 'I I I I.' 'You want a cup of coffee, Thomas?''I.' 'And maybe something sweet?'' I.' 'How about this weather?'' I.' 'You look upset. Is anything wrong?' I wanted to say, 'Of course, ' I wanted to ask, 'Is anything right?' I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning, but instead I said 'I.' I know I'm not alone in this disease, you hear the old people in the street and some of them are moaning, 'Ay yay yay, ' but some of them are clinging to their last word, 'I, ' they're saying, because they're desperate, it's not a complaint, it's a prayer, and then I lost 'I' and my silence was complete. Jonathan Safran Foer
It's who you is when folks knocks at the door of your heart what counts. Hide the past and it gives them what's jealous of you the power to bring you undone.
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Bryce Courtenay
In the dark , everything is scary
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Sandra Chami Kassis
From our first breath to our last, we’re presented again and again with the opportunity to experience deep, lasting, and trans-formative connection with other beings: to love them and be loved by them; to show them our true natures and to recognize theirs.
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Sharon Salzberg
The gift of today is the gift of time.
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Lailah Gifty Akita
I think everything good and right in this world should be put on vinyl.
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Anonymous
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