His mother, his father, his godfather and finally Dumbledore; all determined to protect him but now that was over.
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They smiled and teased each other, and it dawned on me that I’d probably never been as happy as the two of them appeared to be in all my life. While these two had been pampered and waited on, surrounded by a family that loved them, I had been stuck in my own realm, without a family, tracking insects and killing fae that rubbed their mother the wrong way.
But where were my friends and relations? No father had watched my infant days, no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses, or if they had, all my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing.
Sayfa 107
“Do you want me to be all alone, Malysh?”
“No.”
“Then you have to give me your mother during the night.”
“Do you need Mommy too, Papa?”
“I do.”
Aşk bilim değildir, bir hissi hesaplayamazsın. Birine aşık olduğunda bütün ibreler 10 üzerinden 10'u gösterir.
RICH MAN'S BEAUTIFUL BRIDE
You are married,' said Paul. 'You have a husband.'
'But I didn't love him,' said Maria quickly.
'I want to be free, I want to go to parties and enjoy myself.
Come with me, I have money now. We'll be happy together. '
'No,' said Paul. 'No, everything is over.
Maria was angry. Her eyes were small and cold, and her mouth was thin and hard, her hands were covered with big rings. "Maria looked like her mother." ₺
Sayfa 17 - Maria, Paul
Lies might turn true. When I heard that, I decided to become an idol. I wanted to love somebody. I wanted somebody to love. I thought if I were an idol, I'd be able to love my fans. I wanted to say "I love you" and truly mean it so I've said it as a lie to all sorts of people. I though if I was a mother, I'd be able to love my kids. I still haven't told them "I love you". I'm scared to. What if once I say it, I realize it's not true? So here I am, telling lies again, believing they'll turn true. Even if I end up paying for it someday...
"You love your virtue as the mother her child; but when did anyone ever hear that a mother wanted to be paid for her love?
Your virtue is your dearest self. The ring’s thirst is in you; every ring struggles and turns to reach itself again.
And each work of your virtue is like the star that dies out; always its light is still on its way and wandering – and when will it no longer be on its way?
Thus the light of your virtue is still underway, even when the work is done. And even if now forgotten and dead, its ray of light still lives and wanders.
Your virtue should be your self and not a foreign thing, a skin, a cloaking: that is the truth from the ground of your soul, you virtuous!"
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