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Aku sudah mencintainya sejak aku melihatnya... bodohnya aku tak menyadari hal itu sampai ia pergi.... ↗

— Diyah Ratna

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Истинската мръсотия е вътре в нас. Останалото просто се отмива. Има само една мръсотия, която не може да се махне с чиста вода, и това е петното на омразата и фанатизма, заразило душата. Можеш да пречистиш с въздържание и пост тялото си, но сърцето се пречиства само с любов. ↗

— Elif Shafak

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По широкия свят има повече лъжливи водачи и неистински учители, отколкото са звездите във видимия небосвод. Не допускай грешката да смяташ за свои наставници потъналите в себе си властолюбци. Истинският духовен учител няма да насочи към себе си вниманието си и няма да очаква от теб пълно подчинение и възхищение, а ще ти помогне да оцениш истинското си “Аз” и да му се възхитиш. Истинските наставници са прозрачни като стъкло. Те оставят Божията Светлина да минава през тях. ↗

— Elif Shafak

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This idea (Taqwa)can be effectively conveyed by the term "conscience," if the object of conscience transcends it. This is why it is proper to say that "conscience" is truly as central to Islam as love is to Christianity when one speaks of the human response to the ultimate reality—which, therefore, is conceived in Islam as merciful justice rather than fatherhood. Taqwā, then, in the context of our argument, means to be squarely anchored within the moral tensions, the "limits of God," and not to "transgress" or violate the balance of those tensions or limits. Human conduct then becomes endowed with that quality which renders it "service to God [‘ibāda]. ↗

— Fazlur Rahman

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...the magic of love runs at cross purposes with the rhythm of living... ↗

— John Geddes

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...everything I treasure is broken - it's of no use to anybody but me... ↗

— John Geddes

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...all these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style... ↗

— John Geddes

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...before you, I was a doubled-up fist - now I can hold soft things, fragile as butterfly wings... ↗

— John Geddes

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I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

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The only thing that lasts is love, even when it's gone. ↗

— Ellen Sussman

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