"Are you lost
Are you lonely
Are you missing your one and only
Started to write the end of your story
Are you alive
Are you breathing
Have you lost all the feeling
In your fingers and toes, body and soul
Nothing seems to be working
When it all falls down
When it all falls down
We just gotta get back, get back, get back to the moment
Get back, get back, get back to the moment
Get back, get back, get back to the moment
Where it all began
Where it all began"
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"Devamlı bir şeyler aranırsın, bildiğin, ama unuttuğun bir şeyler. Silik bir anı, kayıp bir hatıra ve onun yarattığı boşluk sadece bir boşluk değil bir yaradır ve acıtır. Çünkü dünyaya gelirken beraberinde bir şey getirmiştin ve onu bir yerlerde yitirdin. Ve bu kalabalık evrende onu tekrar bulman imkansız gibi gözükür. Ama bulamazsan hayatını boşuna geçirmiş olursun; bir acı, manasız bir arzu, dindiremeyeceğini bildiğin bir susuzluk. İşte bu, toplumun her çocuğa karşı işlediği en büyük suçtur. Başka hiçbir suç bundan büyük olamaz. Bir çocuğun güvenini yok etmek tüm hayatını mahvetmek demektir, çünkü güven öyle değerlidir ki onu yitirdiğin anda kendi varlığın ile tüm bağım da koparmış olursun. Güven, seninle varoluş arasındaki köprüdür. Güven, sevginin en saf halidir."
Osho, The New Dawn
"You are always looking for something, something you know, but have forgotten. A faded memory, a lost memory and the emptiness created by it is not just an emptiness, it is a wound and it hurts. Because you brought something with you into the world and you lost it somewhere. And it seems impossible to find it again in this crowded universe. But if you don't find it, you will have spent your life in vain; a pain, a meaningless desire, a thirst that you know you cannot quench. This is the greatest crime that society commits against every child. No other offence is greater. To destroy a child's trust is to ruin his whole life, because trust is so precious that the moment you lose it, you break all connection with your own being. Trust is the bridge between you and existence. Trust is the purest form of love."
Er ya da geç bir şey bizi belirli bir yola çağırır gibi görünüyor.
Bu "bir şeyi" çocukluğunuzdaki bir işaret gibi anımsayabilirsiniz; beklenmedik bir dürtü, bir hayranlık, olayların gidişinde bir belirti gibi algılanacak tuhaf bir değişiklik, bunu yapmak zorundayım, ben buna sahip olmalıyım duygusu vermiştir. Ben buyum ... Eğer bu
De Profundis is not a novel or a story. It is an agonizing letter written by Oscar Wilde while he is in prison. When I found out the story of this letter, I wanted to read it right away because it was really interesting to me. Oscar Wilde, who was sentenced for 2 years, was able to hold on to life with a letter he wrote to his lover during that difficult period behind bars. Wilde, who was imprisoned for 2 years in a lousy cell for being gay, wanted to convey his feelings through this letter. This divine and flawless text was very impressive for me. I want to add some parts that impress me so much:
“Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world. I cannot conceive of any other explanation. I am convinced that there is no other, and that if the world has indeed, as I have said, been built of sorrow, it has been built by the hands of love, because in no other way could the soul of man, for whom the world was made, reach the full stature of its perfection. Pleasure for the beautiful body, but pain for the beautiful soul.”
“Time and space, succession and extension, are merely accidental conditions of thought, the imagination can transcend them and move in a free sphere of ideal existences. Things also are in their essence of what we choose to make them; a thing is according to the mode in which we look at it.”
De ProfundisOscar Wilde · Karbon Kitaplar · 20193,873 okunma
"""In the restless road to nowhere
There's no certain peace it seems
Desire to keep on moving
Till the river of dreams
Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around
When allegiance asks the questions
Old freedom twists and turns
And chokes on codes of honour
On the sword of no return
And it's the curse of the traveller
Got a hold of me forever ..."""
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