‘Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love
That inward beauty and invisible…
Sayfa 21Kitabı okudu
No more evil. What’s unknown may yet be terrible.
We shall know. Hammer in hand, let’s run everything We know through the sieve. Then, Brothers, forward!
Sometimes we have that great and moving dream
Of living simply, intensely, saying nothing
Evil, at work beneath the august smile
Of a woman loved with noble love;
And we’d work all day long with pride,
The clarion call of duty in our ears.
We’d feel happy, and no one,
No one would bring us to our knees!
We’d have a rifle ready, hanging near the fire.
A Silent Love
"True hearts have ears and eyes, no tongues to speak,
They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break..."
Sayfa 5 - Edward Dyer
Hayatım, Özgürlüğüm Var ve Onu (….)
🎵(......) 🎵
And what have I got?
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got?
Nobody can take away...
[[Peki neyim var?
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No matter how loudly reality shouts in our faces, we still lend our ears to the lies whispered by our own hidden expectations.
If the people who started wars didn't pretend they were sacred, who would be foolish enough to fight? No, it's money that wars are really fought about, but few people realize it. Their ears are too full of fine words from stay-at-home speakers.
