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He broke me down past the flesh, past the muscle, past the bone, down to my soul and in a loud provocation, he asked, “What are you made of?” After I gathered the broken bits and pieces of my life together, I shouted at the top of my lungs, “HOPE! Unbreakable, undeniable, irrevocable hope! ↗


— Jay Grewal


#enlightenment #god #hope #inspirational #motivational

To deal with history [life] means to abandon one's self to chaos but to retain a belief in the ordination and the meaning. It is a very serious task. ↗


— Hermann Hesse


#history #life #meaning #life

The pond garden is an intricate phenomenon coalescing the intent and will of various people of influence living at various times. ↗


— Norris Brock Johnson


#history #japan #temple #life

He did not care about titles and was proud to be a farmer beyond all else. ↗


— Tsuneichi Miyamoto


#history #japan #life

أسهل الاختيارات هو موقف التبعية وأصعبها موقف الاستقلال. موقف التبعية اختيار مريح مرة واحدة طول العمر وموقف الاستقلال اختيار مرهق كل يوم إلي آخر العمر. ↗


— محمد حسنين هيكل


#life #politics #wisdom #life

We are all fools in love ↗


— Jane Austen


#romance-novels #love

I just don't see why the past has to matter. ↗


— Cassandra Clare


#history #love #magnus-bane #past #love

History overflows time. Love overflows the allowance of the world. All the vessels overflow, and no end or limit stays put. Every shakable thing has got to be shaken. In a sense, nothing that was ever lost in Port William ever has been replaced. In another sense, nothing is ever lost, and we are compacted together forever, even by our failures, our regrets, and our longings. ↗


— Wendell Berry


#history #love #time #love

Every human character appears only once in the history of human beings. And so does every event of love. ↗


— Isaac Bashevis Singer


#identity #love #love

My mother, who would always buy her books new, hated it the vintage hardcovers with their cracked spines and threadbare cloth covers. True you couldn't go in there and buy the latest best seller, but when you held one of those volumes in your hands, you were leafing through another person'a life. Someone else had once loved that story, too. Someone else had carried that book in a backpack, devoured it over breakfast, mopped up that coffee stain at a Paris café, cried herself to sleep after that last chapter. The scent was distinctive: a slight damp mildew, a punch of dust. To me, it was the smell of history. ↗


— Jodi Picoult


#history #smells #life






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