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“Had we been wed in Scotland, we could have spoken the old vows. Do you know what words, what promises we would have spoken had we been there, not here, this morning?�� His hand slid up to her cheek, cupping it as if to soften the effect of his tone, and as Elizabeth gazed at his hard, beloved face in the candlelight her shyness and fears slid away. “No,�� she whispered.
“I would have said to you,�� he told her quietly and without shame, “’With my body, I thee worship.’��
He spoke the words now, as a vow, and when Elizabeth realized it, the poignancy of it made her eyes sting with tears. Turning her face into his hand, she kissed his palm, covering his hand with hers, and a groan tore from his chest, his mouth descending on hers in a kiss that was both rough and tender as he parted her lips for the demanding invasion of his tongue.”
― Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven

“If you would take one step forward, darling, you could cry in my arms. And while you do, I'll tell you how sorry I am for everything I've done -" Unable to wait, Ian caught her, pulling her tightly against him. "And when I'm finished," he whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her arms around him and wept brokenly, "you can help me find a way to forgive myself."
Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: "I'm sorry," he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. "I'm sorry." Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. "I'm so damned sorry.”
― Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein

“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

“You are not IN the universe, you ARE the universe, an intrinsic part of it. Ultimately you are not a person, but a focal point where the universe is becoming conscious of itself. What an amazing miracle.”
― Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
― Rumi

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi

“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi

“Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.”
― Rumi

“Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth.”
― William Faulkner

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
― Charles Bukowski

“There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.”
― Sophia Loren

“Knock, And He'll open the door
Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.”
― Jalal Ad-Din Rumi

“I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come 'round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
"more”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

“My idea of good company...is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company.'
'You are mistaken,' said he gently, 'that is not good company, that is the best.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“إن إلهي ليس بقالاً ولا محاسباً، بل إنه إله عظيم. إله حيّ! فلماذا أريد إلهاً ميتاً؟ إنه حي. اسمه الحي، القيوم. لماذا أتخبط في مخاوف أبدية وقلق لا ينتهي، حيث يقيدني دائماً بالمحرمات والمحظورات؟ فلا حدود لرحمته. إذ إن اسمه الودود، الحميد. إني أحمده بكل كلماتي وتصرفاتي، بشكل طبيعي ويسر كما أتنفس الهواء.
اسمه الحميد. فكيف يمكنني أن أستغيب الآخرين وأشهر بهم وأنا أعلم في أعماق قلبي أن الله هو السميع البصير؟ اسمه البشير. جميل يفوق كل الأحلام والآمال.
الجميل، القيوم، الرحمن، الرحيم. أثناء المجاعات والفيضانات، وخلال الجفاف والظمأ، سأغني وأرقص له حتى تخور ركباتي، وحتى ينهار جسمي، وحتى يتوقف قلبي عن الخفقان. سأحطم نفسي إلى شذرات حتى لا أعدو إلا مجرد ذرة في العدم، عابر سبيل في الفراغ المحض، هباء الهباء في هندسته العظيمة. ولن أكف عن امتداح عظمته وكرمه بامتنان، وسعادة. سأشكره على كل ما منحني إياه وما حرمني منه، لأنه يعرف ما هو الأفضل لي.”
― إليف شافاق, The Forty Rules of Love

“و لو أراد الله أن نكون متشابهين ،لخلقنا متشابهين ، لذلك فإن عدم احترام الاختلافات وفرض أفكارك علي الآخرين يعني عدم احترام النظام المقدس الذي أرساه الله”
― Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
― Bob Marley

“الزهد نوع من الاستحمار، لأنه يأمر الانسان ان يترك حقوقه الاجتماعية ،وحاجاته الطبيعية جانبا، ويقطع حبل الامل منها جميعا ، ويبقي الانسان مرتبطا بحاجات بسيطة جدا ، لا تتجاوز حاجات الحيوان، وكذلك يسلب الزهد من النفس درايته النفسية، ويمسخه حقه من التمتع كإنسان، بجميع المواهب والنعم، التي خلقت له في الدنيا، وفي النهاية يسبب الزهد حيلة لصاحبه للانزواء والقناعة والاكتفاء بالقليل من الطعام ، وباختصار يدعو الزهد الناس جميعا لترك حقوقهم والتخلص من حطام الدنيا لصالح اعدائهم , ولهذا نرى الزهد وسيلة لتنفيذ الظلم.”
― علي شريعتي, النباهة والاستحمار

“Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.”
― Orson Welles

“Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi

“To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it.”
― Osho

“أنا عندي وجهة نظر
وأنت عندك وجهة نظر
لا أنت تمثل العصمة في فكرك
ولا أنا أمثل العصمة في فكري
فتعال نتفاهم ونتحاور
والله تعالى يقول
{فإن تنازعتم في شيء فردّوه إلى الله والرسول}
ومشكلتنا في مجتمعنا المسلم أن كل شخص يعتبر نفسه أنه الحقيقة والآخر هو الباطل
وننشغل ببعضنا البعض
فيكفّر هذا ذاك
وهذا يزندق ذاك
فيما العدو مشغول بنا”
― السيد محمد حسين فضل الله

“يحتاج اﻹنسا�� إلى لحظات الوحدة... يشذب أغصان ماضيه اليابسة... يتفكر فيها كيف كانت و لما زالت.. يجمعها في النهاية و يحرقها في موقدة النسيان... يبقى رمادها ذكرى في أقبية القلب.. والرائحة لا تزول !”
― فايز غازي، Fayez Ghazi

“Listen carefully to me, darling, because I'm giving you fair warning that I won't let you do this to us. You gave me your love, and I will not let you take it away. The harder you try, the harder I'll fight you. I'll haunt your dreams at night, exactly the way you have haunted mine every night I was away from you. You'll lie awake in bed at night, wanting me, and you'll know I'm lying awake wanting you. And when you can't stand it anymore you'll come back to me and I'll be there waiting for you. I'll cry in your arms, and I'll tell you I'm sorry for everything I have done and you'll help me find a way to forgive myself.”
― Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven

“Because,�� he said quietly as she stood up, “until you walked into it, this was an ordinary garden.��

Puzzled, Elizabeth tipped her head. “What is it now?��

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― Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven

“I've hurt you terribly my love, and I'll hunt you again during the next fifty years. And you are going to hurt me, Ian-never I hope as much as you are hurting me now. But if that's the way it has to be, then I'll endure it, because the only alternative is to live without you, and that is no life at all. And the difference is that I know it, and you don't... not yet...”
― Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven

“Ian saw the tears shimmering in her magnificent eyes and one of them traced unheeded down her smooth cheek.
With a raw ache in his voice he said, "If you would take one step forward, darling, you could cry in my arms. And while you do, I'll tell you how sorry I am for everything I've done - " Unable to wait, Ian caught her, pulling her tightly against him. "And when I'm finished," he whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her arms around him and wept brokenly, "you can help me find a way to forgive myself."
Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: "I'm sorry," he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. "I'm sorry." Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. "I'm so damned sorry.”
― Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven