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"Here’s why I will be a good person. Because I listen. I cannot talk, so I listen very well. I never deflect the course of the conversation with a comment of my own. People, if you pay attention to them, change the direction of one another’s conversations constantly. It’s like being a passenger in your car who suddenly grabs the steering wheel and turns you down a side street. For instance, if we met at a party and I wanted to tell you a story about the time I needed to get a soccer ball in my neighbor’s yard but his dog chased me and I had to jump into a swimming pool to escape, and I began telling the story, you, hearing the words “soccer” and “neighbor” in the same sentence, might interrupt and mention that your childhood neighbor was Pele, the famous soccer player, and I might be courteous and say, Didn’t he play for the Cosmos of New York? Did you grow up in New York? And you might reply that, no, you grew up in Brazil on the streets of Tres Coracoes with Pele, and I might say, I thought you were from Tennessee, and you might say not originally, and then go on to outline your genealogy at length. So my initial conversational gambit - that I had a funny story about being chased by my neighbor’s dog - would be totally lost, and only because you had to tell me all about Pele. Learn to listen! I beg of you. Pretend you are a dog like me and listen to other people rather than steal their stories."

Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain (via wordsnquotes)

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Azadi Square, Tehran, Iran
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You’re wondering why they love you
You don’t even know how to love
Not even yourself, let alone another
Somehow you accept it and run with it
Till you drop it and shatter it to pieces you never saw love
You saw your parents argue and create a monster out of love
You somehow convinced yourself to stay but you knew you were not created out of that love
But more of a moment thing
Which was fleeting, so much so you saw it escape in your young lifespan
That’s why you don’t know how to love
You didn’t carry it with you
And all those that line up to love you will know sooner or later they’ll be better off in another queue

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