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Sometimes when you lose your way, you find YOURSELF. ↗
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If God closes a door AND a window, consider the fact that it might be time to build a whole new house. ↗
#closed-doors #destiny #faith #faith-in-god #holding-out-for-the-best
* نجلاء .. نجلااااء ... نجلااااااااء ... . - الساعة الآن التاسعة صباحاً إنهضي وإنفضي عن وسادتكِ رذاذ الأحلام ، كان هذا صوتها أمي لتفيقني من ذاك الحلم الذي كنت أهذي به كل ليلة ! تمنيت حينها لو أصيبت ذاكرتي بغيبوبة عن واقع لا يحتويه ، عن واقع لا يعانق وجوده ! أفقت وكعادتي أمضي إلى طريق مجهول ومسافات غريبة أحمل حقائب أحلامي وأجمع بها لوحاتي وأمل أتسكع به على دهاليز مدينتي الباريسية ! ↗
Sometimes they would sit in the parlor together, both reading – in entirely separate worlds, to be sure, but joined somehow. When this happened, other people in the family couldn't bring themselves to disturb them. All that could be heard in the parlor was the sound of pages, turning. ↗
The only way to heal yourself was to understand. Understand the love or the hate or the cowardice, or the impulsiveness, the lack of will of the one who hurt you--the circumstances that twisted them, the influences that warped them. And when you forgot yourself and saw the others with pitying comprehension, saw their tortured motives, a white, healing peace descended upon you. Your betrayal became an impersonal one, like a bridge giving way when you crossed it, lightning, a motor collision--you were in the way and you were damaged--that was all. It wasn't meant for you. When you understood, you were released into a new freedom and wisdom. ↗
Ariel looked at her then, instead of the sky, instead of the horizon that surely beckoned to him. “Out of a thousand different winds, I think I can resist nine hundred and ninety-nine of them. Now she was the one unable to swallow. “And the last one?” "That one wrenches the beating heart from my chest, the blood from my veins, the marrow from my bones.” Grasping her hand, he brought it up to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. Pain radiated from his pale skin, from his eyes, from his lips when they grazed her knuckles. “You’ve two birds to do your bidding, my fair huntress, but I want you to choose me, to love me above all others, to make the pain in my soul worthwhile… or I would be free of you. ↗
