Coffee & fables.
“The more you know who you are and what you want,
the less you let things upset you.”
❝ The sun is shining brightly now but tonight, my world will collapse. ❞
- quoted from the beloved boyfriend, in a phone conversation we had this morning. (I will be leaving for Korea tonight) Seriously how does he say all these corny things without laughing?!
- quoted from the beloved boyfriend, in a phone conversation we had this morning. (I will be leaving for Korea tonight) Seriously how does he say all these corny things without laughing?!
❝ Remember: if the sun sets, millions of stars cannot take its place. ❞
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Faiez Al-Samaak.
He was a friend of my father’s. I don’t know much about him, just what my dad has told me. They went to school together in Iraq. My dad had a notebook that he got everyone to write in at the end of the school year. This is what Faiez wrote. I really liked it.
During the American invasion of Iraq in 2003, Faiez was killed. A civillian. A casualty of war. He was one of the many statistics that millions of people read someday in their morning paper. He deserved to be remembered better, and for longer.
He was a sun that set.
(via distantheartbeats)
❝ There’s a tendency these days to give up on poverty, to dismiss it as a sad but inevitable feature of humanity, particularly at a time when we have deep economic problems of our own. But if a former prostitute in a Nairobi slum can build a dressmaking business, buy a home in the suburbs and produce over-achievers like Caroline, Anthony and Cynthia, then it’s worth remembering that sheer grit, and a helping hand, can sometimes blaze trails where none seem possible. ❞
- Nick Kristof’s latest column, “Sewing Her Way Out of Poverty,” about a “prostitute-turned-businesswoman” who launched Jamii Bora, Kenya’s largest microfinance organization. (via invest2innovate)
- Nick Kristof’s latest column, “Sewing Her Way Out of Poverty,” about a “prostitute-turned-businesswoman” who launched Jamii Bora, Kenya’s largest microfinance organization. (via invest2innovate)
(Source: The New York Times)
❝ We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. They are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. This happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. People in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers. ❞
- Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via slekes)
- Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via slekes)
