Ece Atahan
@Eceathn
English Language n Literature student
When virtue chastises sin, it is noth-
ing; but when sin scourges sin, God rejoices.
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Methinks that if I was a mother and bore a man-child I
would poison my breast to him, lest he might grow to a traitor or to a king.
To strangle whatever
nature is in me; neither to love nor to be loved; neither to pity nor to be
pitied; neither to marry nor to be given in marriage, till the end is come.
It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine- something like being blind, while people talk of sky'
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