Where Do I Begin.... Yes, where do i begin with this post.
One of my favourite authors passed on last sunday morning.
Dear Mr. Erich Wolf Segal, rest in peace. May God bless you, like how much you have blessed us with your wonderful "Love Story" and "The Class".
Harimau mati meninggalkan belang, manusia mati meninggalkan kata-kata...
"What the hell makes you so smart?" I asked. "I wouldn't go for coffee with you, " she answered. "Listen, I wouldn't ask you." "That, "she replied "is what makes you stupid"
"What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me"
"True love comes quietly, without banners of flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked"
"Love means never having to say you're sorry"
"Part of being a big winner is the ability to be a big loser. There is no paradox involved. It is a distinctly Harvard thing to be able to turn any defeat into victory"
"Quiet heroism or youthful idealism, or both? What do we know? That life without heroism and idealism is not worth living - or that either can be fatal?"
p.s. Last sunday, i was dizzy the whole day - yes, now I know - they were just too many souls passed on to the Other Side. To make it even more emotionally dizzying, I watched "P.S. I Love You", again and then, on monday, read about Corrine Bailey Rae losing her husband in 2008 and Love Story's author died on Sunday. It's de javu - losing the one you loved - i feel forever wrecked. Somehow, having gone through such experience, I don't think I'm scared to go through this life - just stronger even when it's a lonely journey.