Some evening quotes ..

“Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?”

“I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less and answer your questions when I’d rather not and tell you the truth when I really don’t want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am”

“And at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There’s the little empty pain of leaving something behind ‒ graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There’s the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There’s the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn’t give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There’s the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens.
And if you are very, very lucky, there are a few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last ‒ and yet will remain with you for life.
Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don’t feel it.”

A thought from a windy mind …

I have this freedom felling 

The feeling you want to fly 

to reach the enormous sky 

To sail upon every single ash

That burned the soul of your body 

To move around the galaxies of your heart 

To maintain a stable state of mind 

Of soul .. That’s reaching the whole universe 

To be standing on the edge of your dreams 

And just flying above them 

Reaching everything.. Anything .. Something 

Can you feel it?? 

2:30 Pm 

Quote of today ..

“However mean you life is,
meet and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names.
It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest.
The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise.
Love your life, poor as it is.
You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse.
The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man’s abode;
the snow melts before its doors as early in the spring.
Cultivate property like a garden herb, like sage.
Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends.
Turn the old; return to them.
Things do not change; we change.
Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts…
Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only.
Money is not required to buy one necessary of the soul!” 

– Henry David Thoreau

Memoirs Of A Geisha Effect..

Dear Hatsumomo, I HATE YOU !

I m reading Memoirs of a geisha and im half way through it , it’s really an interesting book, and you could live the whole situation of it , you live with the characters , and just be there with them! And one thing i haaate hatsumomoooo!

IT doesn’t interest me … an amazing saying!

“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”
― Oriah Mountain Dreamer

On a lonely night …

On a lonely night
Full of stars so bright
I find myself writing
In the rooms of my soul

I write to no one but me
To the man in my deep fantasy

Letters not sent
Doors not open
A flower with no scent
Only to you i’ve spoken

Like a lonely child
Lost in the woods

Like a bird i fly
In the arms of the unkown

Hold me back
Im falling
Hold me back
Im floating

Take my hand
Close your eyes
Im the lover
In disguise …

[r]|Rim Rafei

19-3-2012

Happy day to all : )

For all the motherless people , and the kids-less women, it’s the greatest day to cherish you , it’s the greatest to cherish the people around you .. It’s not only for a mother , it’s for the people you have “motherly” feelings about! 
Happy day to all : )

She sent him a quote

“His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.”Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.”

To you my mother …

It’s been 20 years now since i first known you

You’re not a mother
Not even a friend

You’re like no other
To my worries you are a land!

I cherish every accomplishment you’ve done
with words unspoken

To you whom i owe a ton
my love , my  angel  fallen

I may never said a word
I may never shown emotion

But for me you mean the world
My love for you is a drop in an ocean

It’s a day i remember how blessed i am

for having you !

It’s a day where i say and mean
,the word  I love you!

[r]|Rim Rafei

Happy mother’s day mama : )