buna gözlerimin dolması normal mi bilmiyorum ama olsun
I’d like to make you a peace offering. I think you probably want what every introvert wants—to be invited, even though you won’t come. Grabbing drinks with everyone is probably not your idea of a good time, but whenever we go to Mafi's, I’m going to invite you anyway. This is going to be my way of making this up to you. Know that you are welcome and wanted, and if you ever do decide to take me up on it, I will sit next to you at the bar and I won’t force you to make small talk with me and I won’t let drunk extroverts anywhere near you. This is my solemn vow. Zero drunk extroverts.
Oh, written in the stars
A million miles away, a message to the main, oh
Seasons come and go, but I will never change
And I'm on my way
Shall I tell you where I find this strength, friends?
In the eyes of our sons in scarlet before us, yes. And in the countenances of their comrades who will follow in battles to come. But more than that, my heart finds courage from these, our women, who watch in tearless silence as we go.
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Öňümizdäki gyrmyzy reňkli ogullarymyzyň gözünde, hawa. Geljekdäki söweşlerde yzarlaýan ýoldaşlarynyň ýüzünde. Mundan başga-da, ýüregimiz bulardan batyrlyk tapýar, gidip barýarkak gözýaşsyz dymýan aýallarymyz.
War
"The person of knowledge must not only be able to love his enemies, but to hate his friends too."
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“Alone I go now, my disciples! You also should go now, and alone! Thus I want it.
Indeed, I counsel you to go away from me and guard yourselves against Zarathustra! And even better: be ashamed of him. Perhaps he deceived you.
The person of knowledge must not only be able to love his enemies, but to hate his friends too.
One repays a teacher badly if one always remains a pupil only. And why would you not want to pluck at my wreath?
You revere me, but what if your reverence falls down some day? Beware that you are not killed by a statue!
You say you believe in Zarathustra? But what matters Zarathustra! You are my believers, but what matter all believers!
You had not yet sought yourselves, then you found me. All believers do this; that’s why all faith amounts to so little.
Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you.
Indeed, with different eyes, my brothers, will I then seek my lost ones; with a different love will I love you then.
And one day again you shall become my friends and children of a single hope; then I shall be with you a third time, to celebrate the great noon with you.
And that is the great noon, where human beings stand at the midpoint of their course between animal and overman and celebrate their way to evening as their highest hope: for it is the way to a new morning.
Then the one who goes under will bless himself, that he is one who crosses over; and the sun of his knowledge will stand at noon for him. ‘Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live.’ – Let this be our last will at the great noon!”
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
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Bakış açısına farklı bakmak
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"Bir kişi yaşamındaki olayları değiştiremez yalnızca onları göğüsleme biçimini değiştirebilir."
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"A man can not change the events of his life but only his way to take them."
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Sayfa 42 - Sinedle
I always thought someday you'd find us, but waiting for you is like slowly dying.
you have everything
but you don't have anything
if you don't have islam..
"He had thought that being with her would make him less lonely, but it only gave his loneliness a new stubborn quality, like it was planted down inside him and impossible to kill."
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I started a joke which started the whole world crying
But I didn't see that the joke was on me oh no
I started to cry which started the whole world laughing
Oh If I'd only seen that the joke was on me..
'Till I finally died which started the whole world living..
These young heroes wait stoically and without complaint for their one true Wish to come along. Sure, it may never come along, but at least they can rest easily in the grave knowing that they’ve done their little part to preserve the integrity of the Wish as an idea.
"The winters are hard," Ned admitted, "But the Starks will endure We always have."
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... To the land we return.
Never forget, Alexandros, that this flesh, this body, does not belong to us. Thank God it doesn’t. If I thought this stuff was mine, I could not advance a pace into the face of the enemy. But it is not ours, my friend. It belongs to the gods and to our children, our fathers and mothers and those of Lakedaemon a hundred, a thousand years yet unborn. It belongs to the city which gives us all we have and demands no less in requital.
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"Asla unutma, Alexandros, bu et, bu beden, bize ait değil. Allah'a şükürler olsun ki öyle değil. Eğer bu şeyin bana ait olduğunu düşünseydim, düşmanın yüzüne bir adım bile atamazdım. Ama bu bizim değil, dostum. O tanrılara, çocuklarımıza, babalarımıza ve annelerimize ve bin yıl sonra doğacak Lakedaimon'un insanlarına aittir. Bu, bize sahip olduğumuz her şeyi veren ve karşılığında daha azını talep etmeyen şehre aittir."
“But then again, isn’t obsession just another form of extreme hate?”
