"Here is an arrow to prove a point: we laugh
and it pits the world against us, we laugh,
and we've got nothing left to lose, and our hearts
turn red, and the river rises like barn on fire."
e-kitap olarak okuyorum.
“Sometimes you must loose the string to let the arrow fly.”
“Sometimes you must loose the string to let the arrow fly.”
Drizzt pulled out the onyx figurine and held it against the arrow slit, blocking it with his body. “We shall see.” he growled, and then he called to Guenhwyvar.
The black mist swirled about and found only one empty path clear from the figurine.
“I vill keel you all!” cried the unseen wizard.
The next sound within the tower was a low panther’s growl, and then the wizard’s voice rang out again. “I cood be wrong!”
Akıl akıl gel bana takıl. :))
Yarım kaldığım kısma post-it yapıştırıp post-itin üstüne ok çizdim paragrafı kaçırmamak için. :)
I pasted a post-it note on the part I left unfinished and drew an arrow on the post-it note so as not to miss the paragraph. :)
İsrailli savaş uzmanı, İsrail ordusunun İran misillemesinin sonucu olan hasar hakkında gizlediği detayları ortaya çıkardı.
İsrail'in savaşları ve terörizm konusunda uzmanlaşmış bir araştırmacı olan Or Fialkov, Çarşamba günü İsrail gazetesi Maariv'e verdiği demeçte, İsrail ordusunun saldırının İsrail'de hasara yol açmadığı yönündeki
Hedefi olduğum bir okun özlemini çekmek ne tuhafmış.
How strange to yearn for an arrow of a bow that I am the target of.
Faintly, under the heavy night, through the silence of the city which has turned from dreams to dreamless sleep as a weary lover whom no caresses move, the sound of hoofs upon the road. Not so faintly now as they come near the bridge; and in a moment, as they pass the darkened windows, the silence is cloven by alarm as by an arrow. They are heard now far away, hoofs that shine amid the heavy night as gems, hurrying beyond the sleeping fields to what journey’s end—what heart?—bearing what tidings?
Woman Kadın
Wisdom could be like an arrow that hit the bullseye while the shooter is not an archer, so take it from wherever you hear it, for surely one may utter a word of wisdom while he is not at all a wiseman.
“Mankind is a rope fastened between animal and overman – a rope over an abyss.
A dangerous crossing, a dangerous on-the-way, a dangerous looking back, a dangerous shuddering and standing still.
What is great about human beings is that they are a bridge and not a purpose: what is lovable about human beings is that they are a crossing
over and a
