I learned to appear 'strong' though my fragility was plain to any intelligent eye.
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"Bütün bunları ben seçtim. Bu kaya hayatım boyunca beni bekliyormuş. Varoluşundan beri, daha bir meteorken, milyarlarca yıl önce uzayda buraya düşmeyi bekliyormuş. Tam buraya. Hayatım boyunca buraya sürüklenmişim. Doğduğum an, aldığım her nefes, yaptığım her şey beni buraya, evrendeki bu çatlağa sürüklemiş."
🎬 127 Hours
"I choose all of this. This rock has been waiting for me my entire life. In its entire life, ever since it was a bit of meteorite a million, billion years ago up there in space. Its been waiting, to come here. Right here. I've been moving towards it my entire life. The minute I was born, every breath I've taken, every action has been leading me to this crack on the earth's surface."
How much time has been lost?
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Of course I will sometimes be wrong? What's so strange about that? Am I so stupid as to always be right?
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Real pain doesn't need our rhetoric.
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Ode to a Nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
I tell myself sometimes, especially when things are a little mixed up, that the brain is the laziest of the body's members and its dullest.
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Humans are full of contradictions however much they deny it.
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How many journeys and how many returns, I ask you, Time? We seem to sink and bob back up with boring regularity. As though the dry land were waves that roll us every time we take a step.
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The state went crazy.
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to my beloved, Dylan Thomas.
Today, I read a poem of yours and it made me cry; "I Have Longed To Move Away".
Both being passionately attached to life and madly running away from it fit so nicely into the verses of a poem, Dylan. Every time I come face to face with you, I hear the words you say and get lost in the meaning of it. Reading the lines you write is like
Cruelty is cruelty and abuse abuse, whoever the perpetrator.
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