Das ist nicht das Ende.Es ist nur eine kleine Pause in unserem Leben. Und ich werde über dich wachen, jeden einzelnen Tag.
Ich werde in deinem Herzen sein.
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Mark Twain
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Mark Twain
'The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause.'
tr- "Doğru kelime etkili olabilir, ancak hiçbir kelime doğru zamanlanmış bir duraklama kadar etkili olmamıştır."
"That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day."
One.
“Are you ready?” A pause. “Are you scared?”
He lifts his arm. Smiles a little. “Don’t worry, it’s almost over now.”
Two.
“Just a little longer and I’ll leave.”
“You’ll be alright,” he lies. “I promise.”
Three.
Boom.
“I pause a second. He doesn't look at me the way Will, Christina, and Al sometimes do - like I am too small and too weak to be of any use, and they pity me for it.”
Today will be better than yesterday.
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That
“Buy me a reproduction of that picture I was looking at when you found me. The one of the girl sitting on the bed.”
After a pause Rick said to the clerk, a heavy-jowled, middle-aged woman with netted gray hair, “Do you have a print of Munch’s Puberty?”
“Only in this book of his collected work,” the clerk said, lifting down a handsome glossy volume. “Twenty-five dollars.”
“I’ll take it.” He reached for his wallet.
Phil Resch said, “My departmental budget could never in a million years be stretched—”
“My own money,” Rick said; he handed the woman the bills and Luba the book. “Now let’s get started down,” he said to her and Phil Resch.
“It’s very nice of you,” Luba said as they entered the elevator. “There’s something very strange and touching about humans. An android would never have done that.” She glanced icily at Phil Resch. “It wouldn’t have occurred to him; as he said, never in a million years.” She continued to gaze at Resch, now with manifold hostility and aversion.
“I really don’t like androids. Ever since I got here from Mars my life has consisted of imitating the human, doing what she would do, acting as if I had the thoughts and impulses a human would have. Imitating, as far as I’m concerned, a superior life-form.” To Phil Resch she said, “Isn’t that how it’s been with you, Resch?"
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When the desert sun has passed horizon's final light
And darkness takes it's place
We will pause to take our rest
Sharing songs of love,
Tales of tragedy.
....
Gava tava çolê ji dawî ya ronahiya asoyê derbas bû
Û tarî cihê xwe digire
Em dê rawestin bêhna xwe bigirin
Parvekirina stranên evînê,
Çîrokên trajediyê.
...
Camel- Rajaz
Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! (Pause.
Vehemently.) Let us do something, while we have the chance! It
is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we
personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally
well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those
cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this
moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent
worthily for once the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned
us! What do you say? (Estragon says nothing.) It is true that
when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a credit to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his
congeners without the least reflection, or else he slinks away
into the depths of the thickets. But that is not the question.
What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are
blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer.
Yaşamının anlamı ancak, kişi bir an durup "Ne istiyorum ki?.." diye sorabildiğinde, biçimlenmeye başlar. Yani ancak eksikliği çekiliyorsa, yokluğu duyulabilmişse, var edilebilir kurulabilir; yoksa yoktur.
The meaning of life only begins to take shape when a person can pause for a moment and ask, "What is it that I truly want?" In other words, it can only be constructed if there is a sense of lack, if its absence is felt; otherwise, it does not exist.
