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"Hallowed are the Ori"
"The Book of Origins. Blessed are the Ori." What is written on the cover of the Book of Origin.
"Truth is the beginning of the Path."
"Blessed are those that deliver us from evil."
"Hallowed are those who walk in unison."
"Sanctus Ori." Translation:
"I feel it. I don't go by my head, but my heart. You might be good at logic, but you're heartless."
"Madame, when we'll see men dying of starvation around us, your heart won't be of any earthly use to save them. And I'm heartless enough to say that when you'll scream, 'but I didn' t know it!'—you will not be forgiven."
Sayfa 385
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Maybe there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.
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I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me,
There's nothing lovely here;
And doubly will the dark world grieve me,
While thy heart suffers there.
I'll not weep, because the summer's glory
Must always end in gloom;
And, follow out the happiest story
It closes with a tomb!
And I am weary of the anguish
Increasing winters bear;
Weary to watch the spirit languish
Through years of dead despair.
So, if a tear, when thou art dying,
Should haply fall from me,
It is but that my soul is sighing,
To go and rest with thee.
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Alemdağı'nda Var Bir Yılan, Altitudes, Angie, Arkadaş, Aylak Adam, Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down), Barla Lahikası, Bartleby, Belle, Benimle Oynar Mısın, Blackstar, Bohemian Rapsody, Bozkırkurdu, BWV 1062 Allegro Assai, Coventry Carol, Çavdar Tarlasında Çocuklar, Çengelköy Olur Masal, Çepçevre Bahar İçinde, Çeşmi Siyahım, Çiçek
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Images of the battle on the mountain flashed behind my eyes. The memory of Panic’s dying shriek broke my heart into pieces. He’d been a good horse, and all it got him was a dagger in the eye. Rekke was gone too; someone who despite my best efforts had managed to worm her way to a place close to my heart, someone who could’ve become a friend if I’d let her.
“I cannot live without you, Oleander. I won’t. I thought Nox dying was the worst thing that could’ve happened and then your heart stopped beating, and I knew that I couldn’t go on without you at my side. I love you too much to do that. It was only my bond keeping me from going after you.”
If nothing was worth living for it followed, didn’t it, that there was nothing worth dying for either.
“Your heart, Poppy? It is a gift I do not deserve.” He placed his hands on my knees as he lifted his gaze to mine. “But it is one I will protect until my dying breath. I don’t know what that means.” He stopped, curling his fingers into the leggings, into my skin. “Okay. Fuck. I do know what that means. It’s why I’m in awe of everything you say or do—everything you are. It’s why you’re the first thing I think about when I wake and the last thought I have when I fall asleep, replacing everything else. It’s why when I’m with you, I can be quiet. I can just be. You know what that means.”
Said he, 'tis not Life I seek, nor am I afraid of dying, (and at that Word, cut a Piece of Flesh from his own Throat, and threw it at 'em) yet still I would live if I could, till I had perfected my Revenge: But, oh! it cannot be; I feel Life gliding from my Eyes and Heart.
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