Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a thousand invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibers, our actions run as causes and return to us as results.

Hakuna shaka yoyote (kwa mfano) kwamba mboga za majani na matunda vina vitamini nyingi mwilini na madini na vitu vyote vizuri katika mwili wa binadamu, na kwamba kadhalika vina kirutubisho cha ufumwele ambacho huzuia kufunga...

Ugh! I absolutely hate lust. Hate. It. Every fiber of my being knows he’s not a good person, yet my body doesn’t seem to give a shit at all.