"Love is . . . Being happy for the other person when they are happy, Being sad for the person when they are sad, Being together in good times, And being together in bad times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF STRENGTH.
Love is . . . Being honest with yourself at all times, Being honest with the other person at all times, Telling, listening, respecting the truth, And never pretending.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF REALITY.
Love is . . . An understanding so complete that you feel as if you are a part of the other person, Accepting the other person just the way they are, And not trying to change them to be something else.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF UNITY.
Love is . . . The freedom to pursue your own desires while sharing your experiences with the other person, The growth of one individual alongside of and together with the growth of another individual.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SUCCESS.
Love is . . . The excitement of planning things together, The excitement of doing things together.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF THE FUTURE.
Love is . . . The fury of the storm, The calm in the rainbow.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF PASSION.
Love is . . . Giving and taking in a daily situation, Being patient with each other's needs and desires.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SHARING.
Love is . . . Knowing that the other person will always be with you regardless of what happens, Missing the other person when they are away but remaining near in heart at all times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SECURITY.
LOVE IS . . . THE SOURCE OF LIFE!"
p/s: my spirit are lift when i read this, :)
Showing posts with label quotations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quotations. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
kata.
"to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again."
— Ellen Bass
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again."
— Ellen Bass
Thursday, February 18, 2010
men.
Lelaki...
Dulu,
Bila disebut lelaki,
Wanitanya mendongak megah,
Lelaki kami Asadullah, Saifullah,
Tokoh ramai tak terkira,
Kini,
Bila disebut lelaki,
Wanitanya menunduk lemah,
Tokoh kami sedikit sekali,
Ramainya, boneka Yahudi.
Dulu,
Bila disebut lelaki,
Wanitanya tenang dihati,
Lelaki kami menjaga, melindungi,
Kini,
Bila disebut lelaki,
Wanitanya mahu cabut lari,
Lelaki khianat, perogol bersiri.
Dulu,
Bila seorang wanita teraniaya,
Sepasukan kuda putih membela,
Al-Mu'tasim kebanggaan wanita,
Kini,
Ribuan wanita suci dipenjara,
Fatimah diperkosa minta dibela,
Lelaki tunduk tak bertenaga.
Dulu,
Bila wanita di bawah jagaannya,
Lelaki memagari sehabis daya,
Tiada siapa berani menggoda,
Kini,
Bila wanita di bawah jagaannya,
Lelaki tak kisah auratnya terbuka,
Wanitanya dibiar bebas, binasa.
Dulu,
Lelaki menggadai harta dan nyawa,
Untuk mengangkat kemuliaan agama,
Kini,
Lelaki menggadai ketinggian agama,
Demi nafsu, dunia dan seisinya.
Dulu,
Lelaki bermatian berjihad mencipta sejarah,
Kental berjihad, tekun berdakwah,
Kini,
Lelaki hanya menyanjung sejarah,
Diri bermalasan, tenaga tak dikerah.
Dulu,
Lelaki memperjuangkan deen dan ummah,
Al-Farouq, Zunnurain mati terbunuh,
Kini,
Lelaki memperjuangkan diri dan kroninya,
Hingga sanggup membunuh.
Dulu,
Lelaki bersatu menghadapi musuh,
Angkatannya kuat dan teguh,
Kini,
Lelakinya berpuak dan berpecah,
Sesama sendiri saling bertelingkah.
Kembalilah lelakiku,
Pada kelelakianmu,
Kami rindukan lelaki dulu,
Acuan madrasah Rasul.
Srikandi,
Damsyik, Syria.

a remainder to myself and men out there. the poem is from the novel 'Syabab Musafir Kasih'.
p/s:could you wait for me? i`m really sorry.
Dulu,
Bila disebut lelaki,
Wanitanya mendongak megah,
Lelaki kami Asadullah, Saifullah,
Tokoh ramai tak terkira,
Kini,
Bila disebut lelaki,
Wanitanya menunduk lemah,
Tokoh kami sedikit sekali,
Ramainya, boneka Yahudi.
Dulu,
Bila disebut lelaki,
Wanitanya tenang dihati,
Lelaki kami menjaga, melindungi,
Kini,
Bila disebut lelaki,
Wanitanya mahu cabut lari,
Lelaki khianat, perogol bersiri.
Dulu,
Bila seorang wanita teraniaya,
Sepasukan kuda putih membela,
Al-Mu'tasim kebanggaan wanita,
Kini,
Ribuan wanita suci dipenjara,
Fatimah diperkosa minta dibela,
Lelaki tunduk tak bertenaga.
Dulu,
Bila wanita di bawah jagaannya,
Lelaki memagari sehabis daya,
Tiada siapa berani menggoda,
Kini,
Bila wanita di bawah jagaannya,
Lelaki tak kisah auratnya terbuka,
Wanitanya dibiar bebas, binasa.
Dulu,
Lelaki menggadai harta dan nyawa,
Untuk mengangkat kemuliaan agama,
Kini,
Lelaki menggadai ketinggian agama,
Demi nafsu, dunia dan seisinya.
Dulu,
Lelaki bermatian berjihad mencipta sejarah,
Kental berjihad, tekun berdakwah,
Kini,
Lelaki hanya menyanjung sejarah,
Diri bermalasan, tenaga tak dikerah.
Dulu,
Lelaki memperjuangkan deen dan ummah,
Al-Farouq, Zunnurain mati terbunuh,
Kini,
Lelaki memperjuangkan diri dan kroninya,
Hingga sanggup membunuh.
Dulu,
Lelaki bersatu menghadapi musuh,
Angkatannya kuat dan teguh,
Kini,
Lelakinya berpuak dan berpecah,
Sesama sendiri saling bertelingkah.
Kembalilah lelakiku,
Pada kelelakianmu,
Kami rindukan lelaki dulu,
Acuan madrasah Rasul.
Srikandi,
Damsyik, Syria.

a remainder to myself and men out there. the poem is from the novel 'Syabab Musafir Kasih'.
p/s:could you wait for me? i`m really sorry.
Monday, February 8, 2010
girls.
"Girls are like apples...the best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree..."
— Pete Wentz
p/s: where`s justice? hate it when the people in power get to do everything they wish to do no matter how foolish, how unfair and, most importantly, how damaging the act is.
— Pete Wentz
p/s: where`s justice? hate it when the people in power get to do everything they wish to do no matter how foolish, how unfair and, most importantly, how damaging the act is.
Monday, January 18, 2010
STILL I RISE
"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
— Maya Angelou
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
— Maya Angelou

Monday, December 21, 2009
No Matter What You Say...
people are often unreasonable and self-centered. forgive them anyway.
if you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. be kind anyway
if you are honest, people may cheat you. be honest anyway.
if you find happiness, people may be jealous. be happy anyway.
the good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. do good anyway.
give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. give your best anyway.
for you see, in the end, it is between you and god. it was never between you and them anyway.
~just sharing this quote~
if you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. be kind anyway
if you are honest, people may cheat you. be honest anyway.
if you find happiness, people may be jealous. be happy anyway.
the good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. do good anyway.
give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. give your best anyway.
for you see, in the end, it is between you and god. it was never between you and them anyway.
~just sharing this quote~
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