My heart has learned and lived so much, and through this, I have learned wisdom, insanity and intelligence. But I understand that this, too, is a difficult task. Because where there is wisdom, there is much sorrow. The person who desires to learn a lot must also endure much pain… tolstoy confessions ..
Roses symbolize eternity, each petal a story of love, hope and pain, intertwined in a symphony of emotions...
Güller sonsuzluğu simgeliyor, her bir yaprağı bir duygu senfonisiyle iç içe geçmiş bir aşk, umut ve acı hikayesi...
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It was okay-ish to good. I've read for one of my classes. Here's more or less what I wrote in a paper:
James Baldwin’s 1955 collection of essays Notes of a Native Son is similar to the works of Sartre and de Beauvoir in the sense that he also compares Europe and America. However, Baldwin mostly focuses on the issues
Been on another level since you came, no more pain
You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face
You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay
But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me
If it hurts to breathe, open a window
Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go
Kendi saplantılarımı benimsememin ve kendimden daha fazlasını istememin ve arzulamamın nedeni, yalnızca acı ve ıstırabın ötesine geçtiğimde, algılanan sınırlarımı aştığımda, fiziksel ve zihinsel olarak daha fazlasını başarabileceğimi öğrendim.
The reason I embrace my own obsessions and want and desire more from myself is because I have learned that only when I move beyond pain and suffering, when I push past my perceived limits, can I achieve more, physically and mentally.
"When I get bigger, big enough to go somewhere by myself, I want to go to a land that’s far away. I want to go to a faraway island. I want to go to an island that has no people. I want to go to an island that has no pain or sadness. There are no adults, children, classmates, teachers or my mom on that island. On that island, I can climb a tree when I want to climb, swim in the sea when I want to swim, and sleep when I want to sleep. In the island, I think about the town that I left behind. Kids go to school, as if nothing has changed. Adults go to the office, as if nothing has changed. Mom eats, as if nothing has changed. When I think about the town without me, I feel a sense of relief. I want to go far, far away."
-Hinazuki Kayo
My face began to tingle with tiny pinpricks as the blood slowly drained from my face. No one could survive a wound like this. I was going to die.
The winged villain took a step forward, stopping once he hovered over my kneeling frame. His icy blue eyes took in the scene with a look of pure satisfaction—enjoyment even.
“Brainless humans. Dressing an assassin as a lady of pleasure. Though I suppose that was part of a weak-minded plan, to distract us with a fresh human whore.”
He kicked me hard in the chest with the bottom of his boot, and I fell backward, sprawled on my back in a helpless pile of blood and pain.
“Please—” I gurgled.
“ Cycles exist because they are excruciating to break. It takes an astronomical amount of pain and courage to disrupt a familiar pattern. Sometimes it seems easier to just keep running in the same familiar circles, rather than facing the fear of jumping and possibly not landing on your feet.
My mother went through it.
I went through it.
I’ll be damned if I allow my daughter to go through it.
I kiss her on the forehead and make her a promise. “It stops here. With me and you. It ends with us. "