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Бывает, ты хочешь сказать что-то важное, а тебя просят подождать. И ты понимаешь, что, наверное, говорить уже ничего и не надо.
"Stop looking down upon others -Allah might forgive them their ignorance, but might not forgive you your arrogance."
“I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.” ― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
“He could remember all about it now; the pitiful figure he must have cut; the absurd way in which he had gone and done the very thing he had so often agreed with himself in thinking would be the most foolish thing in the world; and had met with exactly the consequences which, in these wise moods, he had always foretold were certain to follow, if he ever did make such a fool of himself.” ― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South
“They spoke almost as loud as Feeling: and that clamoured wildly. "Oh, comply!" it said. "Think of his misery; think of his danger — look at his state when left alone; remember his headlong nature; consider the recklessness following on despair — soothe him; save him; love him; tell him you love him and will be his. Who in the world cares for you? or who will be injured by what you do?" Still indomitable was the reply — "I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad — as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth? They have a worth — so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am quite insane — quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs. Preconceived opinions, foregone determinations, are all I have this hour to stand by: there I plant my foot.” ― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W. I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.” ― Jane Austen, Persuasion
“This is how the story went I met someone by accident It blew me away It blew me away It was in the darkest of my days When you took my sorrow and you took my pain And buried them away, you buried them away I wish I could lay down beside you When the day is done And wake up to your face against the morning sun But like everything I’ve ever known You disappear one day So I spend my whole life hiding my heart away.” Adele
You were strangely less than pain than you were cold. Triumphant in your mind of the logic that you hold. Where are you now? Do you ever think of me in the quiet of the crowd? I hear of your coming and your going in the town. I hear stories of your smile, I hear stories of your frown. Where are you now? Do you ever think of me in the quiet of the crowd? Mumford & Sons
Я вижу каждый раз во сне родные горы, путь домой, орлов, парящих в вышине, Кавказских гор, храня покой...Я слышу твой призывный глас, я по тебе мой край грущу, Стать камнем, как наступит час, я на земле родной хочу.
Твой муж это тот, кто не побоялся взять ответственность перед Аллахом за тебя в Судный День.
"A moment of calm in a moment of anger, prevents a thousand moments of regret." (Ali ibn abu Talib)
A beautiful, melancholic song by the Ingush group, Loam, about missing and remembering their homeland, Ingushetia, while away. Ruslan Naurbiev (may he rest in peace) had one of the best voices I have ever heard.
On February 23, 1944, Soviet Russia’s leader, Joseph Stalin, ordered the genocide and deportation of the entire Chechen-Ingush nation. Men, women and children were loaded into cattle cars and endured a long, cruel journey to Siberia and Kazakhstan. Almost half of the population died as a result.
Let us commemorate this day and vow to never forget the injustice the Chechen and Ingush people faced that day.