Jamie...
"Herkesin içinde sadece kendine ait küçük bir bölge vardır. Orası onun kalesidir, hayatının en özel ve gizli yeridir oraya senden başkası giremez ve seni sen yapan yer zaten orasıdır."
"Everyone has a small area inside them that is only their own. It is his castle, the most private and secret place of his life, no one else can enter there and that is the place that makes you who you are."
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Crimean Tatars benefit in this respect from a small but active circle of writers, poets, composers, and other creative artists, men and women who have found that eloquence. Rather than conventionally idealize, they visualize their community and place in phrases and images that reaffirm them aesthetically in the minds and hearts of their audience.
He went racing off down the street and began to shout, lifting his arms to the heavens in joy: Lord, now lettest thou!',' and others that he sobbed violently like a small child to the point where it grieved one just to look at him, all the revulsion he inspired notwithstanding. It may very well be that both the one and the other took place, that is to say, that he exulted in his liberation and wept for his liberatress - both at the same time. In the majority of instances human beings, even the evil-doers among them, are far more naive and straightforward than we suppose. And that includes ourselves.
Crumbs are the audaciously small tokens and gestures that people throw us, in order to keep us under the illusion that they deserve a place in our lives– despite bringing very little (or no) value to it. We often allow this kind of behaviour because our low self-esteem leads us to believe that this is the kind of love we deserve, and over time it becomes normalized to us. When we continue to accept crumbs from someone, it enables them to dip back into our lives when they’re bored and treat us like a doormat because technically, no one “closed the door”.
Miracle Fair
The commonplace miracle:
that so many common miracles take place.
The usual miracle:
invisible dogs barking
in the dead of night.
One of many miracles:
a place of your own
...he would sometimes stand, barefoot, in the kitchen, everything quiet around him, and the small, ugly apartment would feel like a sort of marvel. Here, time was his, and space was his, and every door could be shut, every window locked.
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The waiting was interminable. I do not know how much time passed on the clock, that nameless and universal time of clocks that is alien to our emotions, to our destinies, to the inception and ruin of love, to a death vigil. But by my own time it was a vast and complex temporal space filled with figures and turnings back, at times a dark and
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Some mothers, especially the controlling, domineering type, actually damage their children's fragile physces without ever really seeing what they're doing. Children can be like flowers, trying to blossom in too small a place.
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When We the Living was completed, she knew she now could write her “serious” novel, a novel that would present her philosophy and would be written fully in the literary style that had been struggling slowly and painfully into life. She had learned enough about her new country confidently to place the novel’s action in America. She was, at the age of thirty, fully an adult, prepared to handle adult characters.
She knew what the theme of her new novel was to be; while still writing We the Living, she had worked on it in what she called “small glances”—that is, it was not a systematic activity, but something her mind went to whenever she was momentarily free of other responsibilities.
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