Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain was cautiously praised in Soviet Russia as a novel that succeeded at exposing capitalist greed but was simultaneously seen as deeply suspicious because it seemed to glorify a passive enjoyment of the excesses of luxury.
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It is easier to be alone among so many people.
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It's never the right time, it's never the right day, it's never all said. It is always too early and yet there are memories, thoughts, feelings, beautiful hours and unique moments that remain unforgotten. These moments must be captured and kept forever in the heart...
It’s your road, and yours alone
Others may walk it with you but no one can walk it for you🤝
It's better to lose some of the battles in the struggle for your dreams than to be defeated without ever even knowing what you're fighting for.
Tahsil görmüş bir de bunlar:))
Bu ülkede mutlu olmaya ne var 🤣
Üç tane iktidar yanlısı beyinsiz bul...
İt yerine koy!
İki tane vatan için söylem atanı bul!
Bir tane soru sor!
Cevabı duyduktan sonra insanlardan soğu😡😡
“Ali, yaşamamız, ölmekten bu kadar korktuğumuz, yaşamak ne işe yarıyor? Uğruna bu kadar alçaldığımız, zulmettiğimiz, haram yediğimiz, insan öldürdüğümüz yaşamak ne işe yarıyor? Sonunda işte böyle ya bir kasabayı, ya da küçücük bir mezarlığı kokuyla dolduruyoruz. Vay babam, insan ölüsü de ne kadar kokarmış böyle, it leşinden de beter. Bende böyle kokacak mıyım?"
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İşte faaliyet hakikatı içinde tezahür eden rububiyet hakikatı; ilim ve hikmetle halk ve icad ve sun' ve ibda', nizam ve mizan ile takdir ve tasvir ve tedbir ve tedvir, kasd ve irade ile tahvil ve tebdil ve tenzil ve tekmil, şefkat ve rahmetle it'am ve in'am ve ikram ve ihsan gibi şuunatıyla ve tasarrufatıyla kendini gösterir ve tanıttırır.
Ayet-ül Kübra - 105
Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it
My love
They are the hunters, we are the foxes
And we run.
İt diyor galiba, içimizdeki it
Doğası gereği dağınık ve mantıksız olan id, biyoloji ile organizmanın tekel ihtiyaçları ile ilgilidir.
The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and their pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blankét.
Nobody'd be different. The only thing that would be different would be you.
"She was the most extraordinary, loving, intelligent being on earth, and he cared about her so much it sometimes stole his ability to think straight."
kafka viyanayı hiç sevmezmiş
Kafka did not have much respect for what was for most of his life the imperial capital of his country, increasingly coming to a halt as Habsburg bureaucracy reached gargantuan proportions in the years leading up to the First World War. His contempt was widespread at the time, with Vienna often explicitly or implicitly compared to Berlin -and coming up short: smaller, less progressive, less exciting. For Kafka, it was an 'absterbendes Riesendorf' -a 'decaying mammoth village', or literally a 'dying' one.
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