Some were bathing in exactly the place where I had saved Weena, and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain.
“Because no one ever gave me a choice.”
Sayfa 154 - Mare
"He’d been touching her, kissing her, talking to her in a hushed, overtly sexual manner that gave her goose bumps every time it whispered through her mind."
A seven year and two month old female patient was brought by her mother to the outpatient clinic of child psychiatry with a complaint of stretching by flexing the legs and rubbing on objects. According to the information acquired from the mother, this behaviour started first when she was 3 years of age. Previously, she was rubbing on her bed and
"I am a black ocean,leaping and wide
Welling and swelling i bear in the tide
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave
I am the dreamland the hope of the slave.
I rise i rise i rise."
People have been playing on the same procrastination theme since the dawning of cultural history. We see these traces everywhere. The ancient Babylonian King
Hammurabi incorporated an antiprocrastination measure into his 283 laws by setting a deadline for making a complaint. The ancient Romans gave us the derivatives of the word procrastination, which means to push forward until tomorrow. Two-thousand years ago, the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius cautioned against needless delays. (...) two-thousand years from now I'd
bet that we'd still find people struggling to contain their procrastination tendencies.
Sayfa 7
Cervantes smiled Spain’s chivalry away;
A single laugh demolished the right arm
Of his own country. Seldom since that day
Has Spain had heroes. While romance could charm,
The world gave ground before her bright array,
And therefore have his volumes done such harm
That all their glory as a composition
Was dearly purchased by his land’s perdition.
You gave yourself something to protect. That's why you're weak.
Maybe she would never be whole. But maybe, one day she wouldn't be as broken either. And that alone gave her some hope.
One thing at a time.
Sayfa 137Kitabı okudu
“I didn’t realize how much I missed your touch. You gave a man starved a feast every day until he forgot what hunger felt like, and then took it away.”
Sayfa 247Kitabı okudu
“Your touch.” His voice, deep and grainy from sleep, startled her. She pulled her hand back but he snatched it with lightning-quick reflexes, placing it on the scar again.
“My touch?”
“I didn't realize how much I missed your touch. You gave a man starved a feast every day until he forgot what hunger felt like, and then took it away.”
Zephyr studied the scar he hid under the leather patch, and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss over it.
He inhaled sharply, his breath warm on her neck.
She kissed him over his cheek, down the line to the corner of his mouth, all the while aware of the way he held himself, taut and rigid while still taking her affection. And she gave it freely, loving him as her heart desired, openly, shamelessly, abundantly.
“How do you do that? Cry?”
“I just feel it, and tears come out. You don’t cry?”
“Do you want to?”
He gave a nod.
Poor baby.
“Tell you what. I’ll cry for you, so that way you don’t have to waste your tears. What do you say?”
The Gods gave me reason, I used it.
The Gods gave me a heart, I used it.
The Gods gave me a body, I used it.
Why did they punish me , I don't understand.
I only loved Nuvanza .
Mahmure Abla geldi ve dedi ki:
— Dün gece Kolonel Heathcote Smythe geldi, seni görmek istedi. Şimdi, sen gelmeden önce de geldi, tekrar geleceğini söyledi.
Kolonel H. Smythe, Amerikalı Galthorpe’un sağ koluydu ve Rumeli Hisarı’nda bize komşuydu. Kendi kendime dedim ki: “Her hâlde şahsen beni tevkife gelecek değildir; olsa olsa, siyasî bir şeyler
