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But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can't be stilled.
I clenched my teeth against the stars. I closed my eyes. I surrendered to sleep. One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.
- Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts-
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The inside jokes weren’t jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.
- The Perks of being a wallflower, Stephen Chbosky-
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and a tiny simple quote to go with something that happened with me yesterday, a simple act that should've been a must/given for granted/even demanded under regular circumstances, but here it was so unexpected, left me baffled, and surprisingly touched.
"But I talk too much here. Yet how often is it we are rescued by a stranger,if ever at all? And how is it that our lives can become drained of the possibility of forgiveness and kindness--so drained that even one small act of mercy becomes a potent lifelong memory? How do our lives reach this point?"
- Life After God, Douglas Couplan-
I clenched my teeth against the stars. I closed my eyes. I surrendered to sleep. One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.
- Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts-
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The inside jokes weren’t jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.
- The Perks of being a wallflower, Stephen Chbosky-
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and a tiny simple quote to go with something that happened with me yesterday, a simple act that should've been a must/given for granted/even demanded under regular circumstances, but here it was so unexpected, left me baffled, and surprisingly touched.
"But I talk too much here. Yet how often is it we are rescued by a stranger,if ever at all? And how is it that our lives can become drained of the possibility of forgiveness and kindness--so drained that even one small act of mercy becomes a potent lifelong memory? How do our lives reach this point?"
- Life After God, Douglas Couplan-
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