“There was a girl, and her uncle sold her. Put like that it seems so simple.
No man, proclaimed Donne, is an island, and he was wrong. If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each other's tragedies. We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature and
Sacred and Terrible Smell
What was that sacred and terrible, elusive smell in the air this time? My name is Ambrosius Saint-Miro, the locals call me “Ambrosius Pyhä-Mirä” and in Graad they call me “Svjata-Mira”. “Diduska?” they ask, their eyes wide with affection, but I answer them: “No. I am not your diduska.” I am Ambrosius Santa-Mira from Mesque, Ambrosio Hagiamira, I
Sayfa 60 - Unofficial English TranslationKitabı okudu
Kaybolduğumuzu sandığımız yerde aslında kim olduğumuzu bulmaya başlarız.
In the places where we think we are lost, we actually begin to find out who we are.
Harry Potter ve Ölüm YadigarlarıJ. K. Rowling (Robert Galbraith) · Yapı Kredi Yayınları · 201623bin okunma
One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
Remember: The rules, like streets, can only take you to known places. Underneath the grid is a field - it was always there - where to be lost is never to be wrong, but simply more.
As a rule, be more.
As a rule, I miss you.
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and then there are days when the simple act of breathing
leaves you exhausted. it seems easier to give up on this life.
the thought of disappearing brings you peace. for so long i
was lost in a place where there was no sun. where there grew
no flowers. but every once in a while out of the darkness
something i loved would emerge and bring me to life again.
witnessing a starry sky. the lightness of laughing with old
friends. a reader who told me the poems had saved their life.
yet there i was struggling to save my own. my darlings.
living is difficult. it is difficult for everybody. and it is at that
moment when living feels like crawling through a pin-sized
hole. that we must resist the urge of succumbing to bad
memories. refuse to bow before bad months or bad years.
cause our eyes are starving to feast on this world. there are
so many turquoise bodies of water left for us to dive in. there
is family. blood or chosen. the possibility of falling in love.
with people and places. hills high as the moon. valleys that
roll into new worlds. and road trips. i find it deeply
important to accept that we are not the masters of this place.
we are her visitors. and like guests let’s enjoy this place like
a garden. let us treat it with a gentle hand. so the ones after
us can experience it too. let’s find our own sun. grow our
own flowers. the universe delivered us with the light and the
seeds. we might not hear it at times but the music is always
on. it just needs to be turned louder. for as long as there is
breath in our lungs—we must keep dancing.
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“When you’re not around, even for a little while, I feel like I have to go find you. I just feel this pull to be near you. I want to know what you’re thinking, and what you’re up to, and how you feel. I want to take you places and show you things. I want to memorize you—to learn you like a song. And that nightgown, and the way you get so cranky when I leave my stuff all over the place, and the way you tie your hair back in that crazy bun. You make me laugh every single day—and nobody makes me laugh. I feel like I’ve been lost all my life until now—and somehow with you I’m just … found.”
The Color Script
This film is really, really colorful. That made it very exciting, very appealing, but very challenging to light. When you’re in a world where everything is colorful and nearly everything takes place at the same time nighttime—and there’s no real weather, you’ve lost a lot of the variables that you would typically use to shape emotion from a lighting perspective. So, in the Land of the Dead, our main tools were limiting the palette and controlling the atmosphere. We tried to set moments that were more emotional, where you needed the audience to reflect, in places where less color would come in. And in scenes where the super dense quality of the world needed taming, we used murk and fog to subdue the complexity and direct the audience’s eye.
Sayfa 65 - DANIELLE FEINBERG | Director of Photography - Lighting
All I want was to have a peaceful life by doing my job, taking care of my family, enjoy meal after a long day, exploring new places with my loved ones, helping children and old ones, reading lost of books, drawing places I go, feeling sun and rain drops on my skin, making good friends and sharing all my happiness with them. However, being completelly desperate and losing all the things I have, was the only thing I got at the end.