"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."
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“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!”
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?
“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
The guard, the tall one, had stopped walking—and now moved back in Ta’roga’s direction, holding its bow in both hands, an arrow resting between the curved wood and the string.It heard me.Ta’roga didn’t move. A minute passed, and then the man took off its head covering, a thick animal skin with metal stitched around the eyes, and set it gently on the ground before standing again, looking directly at the tree where Ta’roga sat. It moved closer, but didn’t seem to be searching for anything. Rather, it turned its hairy face from side to side, slowly. Listening.Ta’roga had never seen one so closely, and felt, for the first time, that perhaps One Eye was right to speak so respectfully of these creatures. It wasn’t charging to attack, or shouting for help, or deciding to ignore the small sound; it was thinking. Presented with evidence by its senses, it was searching for the source of what it had heard.Ta’roga’s mask blocked the sound of his breathing, but his heart beat quickly.
Ok ancak geri çekilerek atılır. Hayat sizi zorluklarla geri çekiyorsa, sizi daha büyük bir şeye fırlatacağı içindir.
An arrow is only shot forward by being pulled back. If life is pulling you back with challenges, it's because it's about to propel you into something greater.
“The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.”
Not Exactly the Sun
it’s a yellow light.
I mean walking down the street
it’s a yellow light
there
soundless.
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Now hear this, lovers, my friends:
Love is a precious thing;
It doesn’t grace everyone.
Love is a decorous thing.
It makes ash heaps out of hills,
Into hearts it blazes trails,
Turns sultans into vassals—
Mrs. Dolloway
Peter. Clarissa, bahçedeki çeşmenin yanında ondan ayrılacağını söyleyince, korkunç bir acı çeker. Ama acı çeken yalnız Peter değildir. Bu ikisinin ilişkisi öylesine çapraşıktır ki, Clarissa da daha sonraları Peter’in bir başkasıyla evlenmesinin acısını, “yıllarca yüreğine saplanmış bir ok gibi” (“for years like an arrow sticking in her heart”) taşır.
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