Happiness is beneficial for the body but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind. - Marcel Proust

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.

For there is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.

کات!
گۆڕانکاری بەسەر مرۆڤەکاندا دێنێت.
بەڵام سیمایەک کە لەوانمان هەیە
وەک خۆی ڕادەگرێ..

هیچ شتێک پڕ ژانتر لەو ناکۆکیەی نێوان ئاڵوگۆڕی مرۆڤەکان و
وەک خۆمانەوەی بیرەوەرییەکان نییە...!