Half the night I waste in sighsHalf in dreams I sorrow afterThe delight of early skiesIn a wakeful dose I sorrowFor the hand the lips the eyesFor the meeting of the morrowThe delight of happy laughterThe delight of low replies.

Ya Rabb Engkaulah alasan semua kehidupan ini. Engkaulah penjelasan atas semua kehidupan ini. Perasaan itu datang dariMu. Semua perasaan itu juga akan kembali kepadaMu. Kami hanya menerima titipan. Dan semua itu ada sungguh karenaMu...Katakanlah wahai semua pencinta di dunia. Katakanlah ikrar cinta itu hanya karenaNya. Katakanlah semua kehidupan itu hanya karena Allah. Katakanlah semua getar-rasa itu hanya karena Allah. Dan semoga Allah yang Maha Mencinta yang Menciptakan dunia dengan kasih-sayang mengajarkan kita tentang cinta sejati. Semoga Allah memberikan kesempatan kepada kita untuk merasakan hakikatNya.Semoga Allah sungguh memberikan kesempatan kepada kita untuk memandang wajahNya. Wajah yang akan membuat semua cinta dunia layu bagai kecambah yang tidak pernah tumbuh. Layu bagai api yang tak pernah panas membakar. Layu bagai sebongkah es yang tidak membeku.

You act young he said because you are young. But you know things Roza. Things people older than you dont even know. That day.... I knew instantly which day he referred to. The one up against the wall. You were right about how I fight to stay in control. No one else has ever figured that out- and it scared me. You scare me.Why Dont you want anyone to knowHe shrugged. Whether they know that fact or not doesnt matter. What matters is that someone- that you- know me that well. When a person can see into your soul its hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. Its much easier being with someone whos just more of a casual friend.Like Tasha.Tasha Ozera is an amazing woman. Shes beautiful and shes brave. But she doesnt-She doesnt get you I finished.He nodded. I knew that. But I still wanted the relationship. I knew it would be easy and that she could take me away from you. I thought she could make me forget you.Id thought the same thing about Mason. But she couldnt.Yes. And so.....thats a problem.

So heres the truth - I love you. I love everything about you the way you stick up for people even when it costs you. The way you keep trying to do the right thing even when youre not exactly sure what the right thing is. I love how you put words together. Youre as skilled with words as any knife fighter with a blade. You can put an enemy down on his back or you can raise people up so they find whats best in themselves. Youve changed my life. Youve given me the words I need to become whatever I want.I love how you talk to lytlings. You dont talk down to them. You respect them and anybody can tell youre actually interested in what they have to say.I love the way you ride a horse how you stick there like an upland thistle whooping like a Demonai. I love the way you throw back your head and stomp your feet when you dance. I love how you go after what you want whether its kisses or a queendom.I love your skin like copper dusted over with gold. And your eyes theyre the color of a forest lake shaded by evergreens. One of the secret places that only the Demonai know about.I love the scent of you when youve been out in the fresh air and that perfume you put behind your ears sometimes.Believe it or not I even love your road smell of sweat and horses and leather and wool.I want to breathe you in for the rest of my life.

He studied my appearance carefully. You cut your hair. Yes. Do you like it That depends. How long is it I pulled a curl down and showed him it ended just past my shoulder. He grunted Thats still long enough so I like it. Long enough for what Long enough for a man to run his hands through.

You said I love you. Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear I love you is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them.

There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences although the heart is an organ of fire.

Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love friendship honour valour respect. All these things have to be earned.

Think of two people living together day after day year after year in this small space standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs shaving in front of the same small bathroom mirror constantly jogging jostling bumping against each others bodies by mistake or on purpose sensually aggressively awkwardly impatiently in rage or in love think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave everywhere behind them

That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.