And I realize now, more than ever, that I have lost all my best years! And now I know it and feel it more painfully from recognizing that God has sent me you, my good angel, to tell me that and show it. Now that I sit beside you and talk to you it is strange for me to think of the future, for in the future—there is loneliness again, again this musty, useless life; and what shall I have to dream of when I have been so happy in reality beside you!
En güzel yıllarını heba etmişim! Artık bunun farkındayım ve fark etmiş olmaktan acı duyuyorum, çünkü siz bana Tanrı yolladı iyilik meleğim benim, bana bunları kanıtlamak için yolladı. Şimdi yanınızda oturmuş sizinle konuşurken geleceğe korkuyla bakıyorum, çünkü gelecekte yine yalnızlık, yine o yavan, o gereksiz yaşam var; artık gerçekten de yanınızda oturup bu mutluluğu tattıktan sonra artık neyin hayalini kurayım!
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thoughts of Kyle Hunter about his wife, Rai Sokolov
It's been over twenty-seven years since I met her, but she still looks as breathtaking as when I first laid eyes on her.
Elegant, majestic, and brutally demanding of my attention.
This woman hasn't only changed my perspective about life from feeling unwanted to accomplished, but she's also been by my side through everything.
The good, the bad, and the disgustingly ugly.
We don't only love each other, we literally complete one another in ways I find hard to describe.
Binlerce yıl yaşayacakmışsın gibi davranma. Kaderin üzerinde asılı duruyor. Hala yaşıyorken, yaşayabiliyorken iyi biri ol.
Don't act like you're going to live for thousands of years. Your fate hangs over you. While you're still alive, while you can, be a good person.
"What shape a tree grows into is definitely dependent on the gardener. There's a good proverb: a person should suffer as soon as possible. The earlier a person suffers, the more it will temper their will. Grass that grows in the wild has to endure the tempering of wind and frost as soon as it's born. The reaping of blades, the trampling of horses, it goes through cycles of growth and decline in order to survive. But a flower raised in the imperial greenhouses for eighteen years will wither upon a single night's frost"
L. C
The seven of us had survived three yearly “purges” because we were each somehow indispensable to the playing company. In the course of four years we were transformed from a rabble of bit players to a small, meticulously trained dramatic troupe. Some of our theatrical assets were obvious: Richard was pure power, six foot three and carved from
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That bird knew nothing but scents of dear freedom,
What did it know about our high literary wisdom,
Celebrating one day just as good as another,
Seasons dictate its course - mother nature's daughter,
Seasons dictate its course - does it ever wonder?
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I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian, Jewish and Muslim brothers. First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.
“You know, everyone calls you ‘nice,’” she said slowly, expression drawn and thoughtful. “But that’s not the word. You’re good. So good you have no idea how good you are.” She laughed—once—a sad, resigned sort of sound. “And you’re real. You’re the only one of us who isn’t acting all the time, who isn’t just playing whatever part Gwendolyn gave you three years ago.” Her eyes found mine again, the echo of that laugh lingering around her mouth. “I’m as bad as the rest of them. Treat a girl like a whore and she’ll learn to act like one.” Her shoulders inched up, barely a shrug. “But that’s not how you treat me. And that’s all I wanted.”
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