"Hayatımın en mutlu anıymış, bilmiyordum."
"It was the happiest moment of my life, though I didn't know it."
"I know that my country was not made to be a land of hatred. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin. People learn to hate. They can be taught to love for love comes more naturally to the human heart." Nelson Mandela
"Biliyorum ki ülkem nefretin toprakları olmak için yaratılmadı. Kimse renginden dolayı başkasından nefret ederek doğmaz. İnsanlar nefret etmeyi öğrenir. Sevmek öğretilebilir, çünkü sevmek insanın kalbine çok daha doğal gelen şeydir." Çeviren: ladyas
JESSIE: I’m going to kill myself, Mama.
MAMA (returning to the sofa): Very funny. Very funny.
JESSIE: I am.
MAMA: You are not! Don’t even say such a thing, Jessie.
JESSIE: How would you know if I didn’t say it? You want it to be a surprise? You’re lying in your bed or maybe you’re just brushing your teeth and you hear this… noise down the hall?
MAMA: Kill yourself.
JESSIE: Shoot myself.
MAMA: It must be time for your medicine.
JESSIE: Took it already.
MAMA: What’s the matter with you?
JESSIE: Not a thing. Feel fine.
MAMA: You feel fine. You're just going to kill yourself.
JESSIE: Waited until I felt good enough, in fact.
MAMA: Don't make jokes, Jessie. I'm too old for jokes.
JESSIE: It's not a joke, Mama. Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus and it's hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy and more than anything in the world you want to get off and the only reason in the world you don't get off is it's still fifty blocks from where you're going? Well, I can get off right now if I want to, because even if I ride fifty more years and get off then, it's the same place when I step down to it. Whenever I feel like it, I can get off. As soon as I've had enough, it's my stop. I've had enough.
Meşhur bir Yeni Türkü şarkısı olan bu şiiri tanıdınız mı?
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as
Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings, edited by George J.
Books change us. Books save us. I know
this because it happened to me. Books
saved me. So, I do believe through stories
we can learn to change, we can learn to
empathize and be more connected with the
universe and with humanity.
"What kind of power would you want?" he asked , changing the subject. He turned his face toward her, laying her cheek against the top of the seat. Still smiling.
"I'd want to fly," Eleanor said, looking away from him. "I know it's not very useful, but... it's flying."
"Yes," he said.
“I love you," he said.
She looked up at him, her eyes shiny and black, then looked away. "I know," she said.
He pulled one of his arms out from under her and traced her outline against the couch. He could spend all day like this, running his hand down her ribs, into her waist, out to her hips and back again.... If he had all day, he would. If she weren't made of so many other miracles.
"You know?" he repeated. She smiled, so he kissed her. "You're not the Han Solo in this relationship, you know."
"I'm totally the Han Solo," she whispered. It was good to hear her. It was good to remember it was Eleanor under all this new flesh.
"Well, I'm not the Princess Leia," he said.
"Don't get so hung up on gender roles," Eleanor said.
"Hey, Cath."
"No hello?"
"I don't like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I've never heard a phone ring before and I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Hello?"
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I soon learned to know this flower better. On the little prince’s planet the flowers had always been very simple. They had only one ring of petals; they took up no room at all; they were a trouble to nobody. One morning they would appear in the grass, and by night they would have faded peacefully away. But one day, from a seed blown from no one
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It was then that the fox appeared.
“Good morning,” said the fox.
“Good morning,” the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
“I am right here,” the voice said, “under the apple tree.”
“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.”
“I am a fox,” the
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"You know how people buy drinks for girls in bars? Why can't people do that in book stores? Like if I'm looking at a novel in Barnes and Noble and some person walks up to me and strikes up a conversation and offers to buy the book for me there is a lot better chance of that working out in their favor. I'm going to reblog this until it's a cultural norm."
Diyor ki:
Insanlarin barlarda kizlar icin nasil icki ismarladiklarini bilirsiniz! Peki neden insanlar bu davranisi kitapcilarda gostermezler? Mesela ben Dost Kitabevinde bir romana bakarken birisi bana yaklasir ve karsilikli bir sohbet baslatir, sonrasinda da kitabi bana almayi teklif eder; bu taktigin onlarin adina isleme sansi daha yuksek olacaktir. Bu kulturel bir norm haline gelinceye kadar her yerde paylasacagim.
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