Beyim diyor, bizim yolumuz, köprümüz, çeşmemiz yok; kitaplığı ne yapacağız? Anlatıyorum ona: Eğer kitaplığınız olursa, yolunuz, çeşmeniz, köprünüz de olur.
He says, 'We have no road, no bridge, no fountain; what will we do with a library?' I explain to him: If you have a library, you'll have your road, your fountain, your bridge as well.
Yıllardır her sabah haberin gelir diye uyanıyorum biliyor musun?
Bir bok çukurunda yüksek dozdan geberip gidersin belki diye.
Bunun düşüncesi bile sabah mutlu uyanmama yetiyor, biliyor musun?
Ama sonra kendimden çok utanıyorum.
Diyorum ki insan kız kardeşinin ölmesini bu kadar çok ister mi?
Ama sonra öyle bir şey yapıyorsun ki Harika, beni kendimden utanmaya razı ediyorsun.
Yeter ki ölsün. Yeter ki geberip gitsin de ben kendimden utanayım dedirtiyorsun bana.
Ama olmuyor Harika. Neden olmuyor?
Hım. Neden olmuyor Harika?
Neden hala bu hayattasın? Neden hala yaşıyorsun?
Artık utanmıyor musun bu hayatta olduğun için?
Senin tek amacın beni utandırmak değil miydi?
Hadi utandır o zaman. Hadi Harika!
Öl ve utandır beni.
🎥 Aaahh Belinda
Understanding of Oedipus Complex through the story
- Oedipus complex, a theory that proposes that boys desire their mothers and therefore view their fathers as competitors.
From the story
- Larry doesn’t want his mother to behave ‘Father’ kindly. He seems him as a stranger.
- A quote from the sayings of Larry is that
“I thought for a while that it might be the newspapers she (his mother) was interested in, so I made up bits of news of my own to read her. Then I thought it might be the smoking, which I personally thought attractive, and took his pipes and went round the house dribbling into them till he caught me.”
Oedipus Kompleksim 
Sigmund Freud
Biliyor musun, ben de...
Her breath hitches at his hands little movements. She puts her hands on his chest and looks at him under her eyelashes.
"Don't stop.."
She swallows and averts her gaze.
"I can beg on my knees if you want to but please, don't stop."
"Between dawn and dawn a new
truth came to me.
I shall not be a shepherd, nor a gravedigger. I do not want to even speak again with the people – for the last time have I spoken to a dead person.
I shall join the creators, the harvesters, the celebrators: I shall show them the rainbow and all the steps to the overman.
I shall sing my song to lonesome and twosome hermits, and for him who still has ears for the unheard of, I shall make his heart heavy with my happiness.
I want to go to my goal, and I go my own way; over the hesitating and dawdling I shall leap. Thus let my going be their going under!”
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He treasures that stupid letter I’d left him when I left.
Because in it, I tell him what nobody had ever told him before.
I love you, Remy.
