“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!”
“I know a charm that can cure pain and sickness, and lift the grief from the heart of the grieving.
I know a charm that will heal with a touch.
I know a charm that will turn aside the weapons of an enemy.
I know another charm to free myself from all bonds and locks.
A fifth charm: I can catch an arrow in flight and take no harm from it.
A sixth: spells sent to hurt me will hurt only the sender.
A seventh charm I know: I can quench a fire simply by looking at it.
An eighth: if any man hates me, I can win his friendship.
A ninth: I can sing the wind to sleep and calm a storm for long enough to bring a ship to shore.
For a tenth charm, I learned to dispel witches, to spin them around in the skies so that they will never find their way back to their own doors again.
An eleventh: if I sing it when a battle rages it can take warriors through the tumult unscathed and unhurt, and bring them safely back to their hearths and their homes.
A twelfth charm I know: if I see a hanged man I can bring him down from the gallows to whisper to us all he remembers.
A thirteenth: if I sprinkle water on a child’s head, that child will not fall in battle.
A fourteenth: I know the names of all the gods. Every damned one of them.
A fifteenth: I had a dream of power, of glory, and of wisdom, and I can make people believe in my dreams.
A sixteenth charm I know: if I need love I can turn the mind and heart of any woman.
A seventeenth, that no woman I want will ever want another.
And I know an eighteenth charm, and that charm is the greatest of all, and that charm I can tell to no man, for a secret that no one know but you is the most powerful secret there can ever be.”
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
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.
