It was then that the fox appeared.
“Good morning,” said the fox.
“Good morning,” the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
“I am right here,” the voice said, “under the apple tree.”
“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.”
“I am a fox,” the
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Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi says...
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you, don't go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want, don't go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth across the doorsill, the door is round and open,
don't go back to sleep!
I would love to kiss you, the price of kissing is your life.
Now, my loving is
You start dying slowly
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Seyahat etmeyenler.
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Okumayanlar, müzik dinlemeyenler,
Vicdanlarında hoşgörüyü barındıramayanlar.
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Alışkanlıklarına esir olanlar,
Phoneix/Kaknus
In India lives a bird that is unique:
The lovely phoenix has a long, hard beak
Pierced with a hundred holes, just like a flute --
It has no mate, its reign is absolute.
Each opening has a different sound; each sound
Means something secret, subtle and profound --
And as these shrill, lamenting notes are heard,
A silence falls on every
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"Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death."
“What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science