Julia Yaroshenko

With the passing of time, she would slowly tire of this exercise. She would find it increasingly exhausting to conjure up, to dust off, to resuscitate once again what was long dead. There would come a day, in fact, years later, when [she] would no longer bewail his loss. Or not as relentlessly; not nearly. There would come a day when the details of his face would begin to slip from memory's grip, when overhearing a mother on the street call after her child by [his] name would no longer cut her adrift. She would not miss him as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion--like the phantom pain of an amputee.
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Khaled Hosseini, “A Thousand Splendid Suns”

Love this book, heartbreaking story.

2 years ago

“To seek God?”

- “To find God. We’re always looking for Him. But we look for Him as if we were trying to swim with all our clothes on and a full field pack. You’ve got to be naked. As naked as in the night when I left a safe foreign country to go back to my dangerous homeland, and crossed the Rhine as though it were a stream of destiny, a narrow strip of moonlit life.

Current book
Erich Maria Remarque, The Night in Lisbon

2 years ago

A spiritual tradition is not a shallow stream in which one can wet one’s feet and then beat a quick retreat to the shore. It is a mighty, tumultuous river which would rush through the entire landscape of one’s life, and if one truly wishes to travel on it, one must be courageous enough to launch one’s boat and head out for the depths.

Bhikkhu Bodhi, The Noble Eightfold Path: Way to the End of Suffering

2 years ago