There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
બધાંને એમ છે; પોતે જ સવાયું છે ખરેખર કોણ આખું ઓળખાયું છે . ચકાસો ધ્યાનથી, તો સ્પષ્ટ જણાશે બધું ''એની'' રીતે જ ગોઠવાયું છે. . હ્રદય પર હાથ રાખીને પૂછો તમને તમારાથી, તમારું પણ થવાયું છે