The Sound of Slience~ Simon&Garfunkel
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And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
kitaptaki en sevdiğim söz
Our culture today confuses great attention and great success, assuming them to be the same thing. But they are not.
You are great. Already. Whether you realize it or not. Whether anybody else realizes it or not. And it’s not because you launched an iPhone app, or finished school a year early, or bought yourself a sweet-ass boat. These things do
“I don’t like princesses.”
“Alright,” I agreed. “I don’t really like them either.”
She eyed me suspiciously. “Not even Cinderella.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Especially not her.”
“How come?” she pushed.
I thought about it because she deserved a good answer. “Princesses always need saving, and I’ve always wanted to be the type of woman that saved herself. Maybe even the one who saved her handsome prince in the end instead.”
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What if it's not If it's not meant to be What if someone Has made a mistake What we've become There's no turning back Maybe it's time To say that out loud Question marks are falling down Crushing underneath our memories As we stand and look
"No; I only think you cruel, as I said the other day. Maybe not intentionally cruel; but you seem to be forcing me into disclosures which can result in nothing; as if you would have me bare a wound for the pleasure of looking at it, without the intention or power of healing it."
“Why don’t you ever sing?”
“Singing means that you’re happy."
“You’re not happy?”
“Maybe only when I’m with you.”
I loved when I said something that made Dante smile.
"(...) And what he was asking, Achilles did not grant."
"If he had, it would have saved him sorrow. Maybe his soul has remembered. As we know, the ashes of Achilles and Patroklos were mingled in one urn. Not even a god could sift one from the other. Achilles has come back with his fierceness and his pride, and with Patroklos' feeling. Each of them suffered for what he was; this boy will suffer for both."
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‘You got something you want to say, Bloody-Nine?’ came a voice from near the back.
‘I don’t reckon,’ he said. ‘You’re doing alright.’
‘Was no reason for us to be here.’ A few mumbles of agreement.
‘Not our bloody fight.’
‘No need for them to have died.’ More mutters.
‘Should be you we’re burying.’
‘Aye, maybe.’ Logen would have liked to weep at that. But instead he felt himself smiling. The Bloody-Nine’s smile. That grin that skulls have, with nothing inside but death. ‘Maybe. But you don’t get to pick who dies. Not unless you’ve got the bones to put your own hand to it. Have you? Have any of you?’ Silence. ‘Well, then. Good for Harding Grim. Good for the rest o’ the dead, they’ll all be missed.’ Logen spat onto the grass. ‘Shit on the rest of you.’ And he turned and walked back the way he came.
Into the darkness.
