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And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

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God (Nature, in my view) makes all things good; man meddles with them and they become evil. He fores one soil to yield the products of another, one tree to bear another's fruit. He confuses and confounds time, place, and natural conditions. He mutilates his dog, his horse, and his slave. He destroys and defaces all things; he loves all that is deformed and monstrous; he will have nothing as nature made it, not even himself, who must learn his paces like a saddle-horse, and be shaped to his master's taste like the trees in his garden. ↗

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#indoctrination #nature #love

How can you care for a rough man like me?' he asked me. 'How can you love a man who can bring you no lands but the farm a soldier's pension can buy? Who can give your children no title of nobility?' Because love does not do sums, I should have told him. Love makes choices, and then gives its all. Had he seen himself as I first saw him though, he could have had no questions. ↗

— Tad Williams

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Всемирът е едно. Всичко и всички са свързани помежду си чрез невидима плетеница от истории. И да го знаем, и да не го знаем, всички водим безмълвен разговор. Не причинявай зло. Проявявай състрадание. И недей да злословиш зад гърба на другите - не отправяй дори наглед безобидни нападки! Думите, които излизат от устата ни, не изчезват, а постоянно се трупат в безграничното пространство, за да се върнат при нас, когато му дойде времето. От болката на един ще ни заболи всички. От радостта на един ще се усмихнем всички [...]. ↗

— Elif Shafak

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Fragments of a vessel which are to be glued together must match one another in the smallest details, although they need not be like one another. In the same way a translation, instead of resembling the meaning of the original, must lovingly and in detail incorporate the original's mode of signification, thus making both the original and the translation recognizable as fragments of a greater language, just as fragments are part of a vessel. ↗

— Walter Benjamin

#translation-theory #love

Baje a la orilla y me senté en la arena, donde años atrás había esparcido las cenizas de Marina. La misma luz de aquel día encendió el cielo y sentí su presencia, intensa. Comprendí que ya no podía ni quería huir más. Había vuelto a casa. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

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وكم مرة يا مريد افترقنا ، وكم مرة سوف نلتقي ؟ وتلك الغصة في الحلق ساعة يمضي واحدنا الي داخل المنطقة الجمركية ليجلس متجاهلا الثقل المتزايد بأسفل المعدة في انتظار الاعلان عن موعد الطائرة . ولماذا في كل مرة نفترق او نلتقي فيها تبقي صورتك هكذا حاضرة التفاصيل ، مشيتك ، لفتة رأسك ،قصة شعرك ، نظرة عينيك الصغيرتين من وراء زجاج نظارتك ورموشك ، حتي شكل حذائك وجوربك ↗

— رضوي عاشور

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If a UFO did land, and invite me onboard, I'd love to have the balls to go in. So, I search the skies for extra testicles. ↗

— Kelli Jae Baeli

#pun #ufo #wordplay #love

my baby, I think that "uterus" is blind! how can it expel you! ↗

— أحمد عمارة

#how #humor #love #uterus #love

Jelle, if you really love Guji, you’d be willing to let him go and allow him to be happy with the woman he loves. Walang problema kung nais mong ipaglaban ang feelings mo pero dapat alam mo rin kung paano sumuko lalo na kung alam mong talo ka na. ↗

— Marione Ashley

#phr #pocketbook #love