The Alchemist
"Biz kozmik bir yolculuktaki gezginleriz, yıldız tozuyuz, girdaplarda dönüyoruz ve dans ediyoruz ve sonsuz anaforlarız. Hayat ebedidir. Biz birbirimiz ile karşılaşmak tanışmak, sevmek ve paylaşmak için bir anlığına durduk. Bu değerli bir an. Bu sonsuzluk içinde küçük bir parantez."
"We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity."
CosmosKitabı okudu
Tanrı Sevgidir
"Sevgili kardeşlerim, birbirimizi sevelim. Çünkü sevgi Tanrı'dandır. Seven herkes Tanrı'dan doğmuştur ve Tanrı'yı tanır. Sevmeyen kişi Tanrı'yı tanımaz. Çünkü Tanrı sevgidir."
-Yuhanna:7-8
"Beloved, let us lone one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love."
-John:7-8
Sayfa 690
i saw her dancing
with another man
and i swear
i nearly died inside
i vowed to earn her love
and make her mine
and dance with her
throughout eternity
I love this cocky, self-assured, yet equally selfless and loving man. No other can ever replace him. I never thought it was possible to love someone like this. Unyielding passion and endless appreciation. Like he hangs the moon before dancing with me under it. Noah never letting a day go by where he doesn’t tell or show me how he loves me. A broken masterpiece no longer defined by his past.
"Now I'm a beautiful short loser dancing in the green."
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“Inside my head, the war is everywhere.
I’m on the cliff of myself & these aren’t wings, they’re futures.
For as long as I can remember my body was the mayor’s nightmare.
Now I’m a beautiful short loser dancing in the green.
You think I’ll need a gun where we’re going?”
Sayfa 19Kitabı okudu
“Going clubbing” was always her request, but I couldn’t stand all that. A night under a colored lightbulb over twenty-dollar cocktails, getting hit on by skinny Indian engineers, not dancing, a stamp on the back of my hand I couldn’t scrub off. I felt vandalized.
Sayfa 9 - VintageKitabı okudu
Old gangsters never die, except for the few that fall asleep in cinemas at midnight. Lay there sprawling in the footlights for the usherette or the ice cream girl to find. And if I die, God knows I might, don’t let me die in black and white, don’t make me share a haunted screen with every other ghost boy who stood trembling in the foyer drinking
