To wish was to hope,
and to hope was to expect.
“Sevmek alev alev yanmaktır."
-Marianne Dashwood, Sense and Sensibility
(1995)
Olimpos Yayınları
If you have strong feelings, is it better to express them, eagerly and passionately, to the whole world ¿ Is it wise? And if you always show the world a calm face and a quiet voice, does this mean there is no passion, no fire in your heart?
No; my feelings are not often shared, not often understood. But SOMETIMES they are.
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“Whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to. “
“When he was present she had no eyes for any one else. Every thing he did , was right. Every thing he said, was clever. If their evenings at the park were concluded with cards, he cheated himself and all the rest of the party to get her a good hand.”
“I couldn’t be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter into all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both. “
Mother, whore, beauty, abomination, nature or ornament, she is the thing in contradistinction to which the male is human. Without her as fetish—the charmed object—the male, including the male homosexual, would be unable to experience his own selfhood, his own power, his own penile presence and sexual superiority. Male homosexual culture
“She sometimes endeavoured for a few minutes to read; but the book was soon thrown aside, and she returned to the more interesting employment of walking backwards and forwards across the room, pausing for a moment whenever she came to the window, in hopes of distinguishing the long-expected rap.”
Sayfa 145
Finally, finally, my casing had really broken and without limit I was. Through not being, I was. To the ends of whatever I was not, I was. Whatever I am not, I am. All shall be within me, if I shall not be; for "I" is just one of the instantaneous spasms of the world. My life does not have a merely human meaning, it is much greater—so
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The art of writing a separation letter.
Please do destroy my scrawls—
but the ring with my hair you are very welcome to keep.
It required several hours to give sedateness to her spirits, or any degree of tranquility to her heart..
And she condemned her heart for the lurking flattery, which so much heightened the pain of the intelligence
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“Yani bitti O şiir, başka mısra gerekmez ”
Nothing could restore him with a faith unbroken —a character unblemished.
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Had I died— it would have been self-destruction.