To ask that which is unjust at the hands of the just, is an injustice in itself; to expect that which is just from the unjust, is simple folly.
Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.
During the terrible years of the Yekhov terror I spent seventeen months in the prison queues in Leningrad. One day someone ‘identified’ me. Then a woman with lips blue with cold who was standing behind me, and of course had never heard of my name, came out of the numbness which affected us all and whispered in my ear—(we all spoke in whispers there): ‘Could you describe this?’ I said, ‘I can!’ Then something resembling a smile slipped over what had once been her face.
The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; the whole time I was praying you would read my eyes and understand what I was never able to understand. See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.
It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.
I never set out to do anything unusual or newsworthy. I just like to study and learn, and I've always been that way.
Contentment is one of the most distinguishing traits of the godly person, because a godly person has his heart focused on God rather than on possessions or position or power.
The trust of the people in the leaders reflects the confidence of the leaders in the people.
I try to tell the story about the song with the believability that I've lived it myself and I understand what it's all about.