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"Bir buzdağı ne kadar kök salmışsa, hayatınıza o derece zarar verir. Bunu programınızda kaos yaratarak, bir diyete başarılı bir şekilde bağlı kalmanızın önüne geçerek ya da sizi fırsatları yakalamaktan alıkoyarak ve daha bir çok şekilde yapabilir." Ve belki de en önemlisi şöyle diyorlar:"𝑩𝒖𝒛𝒅𝒂𝒈̆𝜾𝒎𝜾𝒛𝒂 𝒉𝒂̂𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒌, 𝒅𝒖𝒚𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝜾𝒎𝜾𝒛 𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒔̧𝒂𝒎𝒍𝒂𝒓𝜾𝒎𝜾𝒛 𝒖̈𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒊𝒓 𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒛. Şöyle ki bir buzdağını eritirseniz, onun neden olduğu tüm aşağı havza akıntıları da ortadan kalkar."
"The more entrenched an iceberg is, the more it damages your life. It can do this by creating chaos in your schedule, preventing you from successfully sticking to a diet, or preventing you from seizing opportunities, among many other ways." And perhaps most importantly, they say: "𝑰𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒔, 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. If you melt an iceberg, all downstream currents caused by it disappear."
Sınırsız S.125
Never before did i realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power. Think of it: perhaps the more insane a man is, the more powerful he could become.
"Perhaps beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder."
Belki de güzellik, gerçekten de bakanın gözlerindedir.
[ My House of Horrors - 387 ]
He did not know the truth of me, yet he had perceived something true about me that no one else had ever noticed. And in spite of that—or perhaps because of it—he believed me good, believed me worth taking seriously, and his belief, for one vertigi-nous moment, made me want to be better than I was.
"Perhaps, it's true, the battle' s left
behind.
But still bombs crashs and drum within his head.."
- By Mike Bartlett "King Charles 3"
ve lütfen bana,
''belki,belki,belki''deme.
Cake-Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps
Don’t speak. Wait till you hear what I have to say. It is quite true I have worshipped you with far more romance of feeling than a man should ever give to a friend. Somehow I have never loved a woman. I suppose I never had time. Perhaps, as Harry says, a really ‘grande passion‘ is the privilege of those who have nothing to do, and that is the use of the idle classes in a country. Well, from the moment I met you, your personality had the most extraordinary influence over me. I quite admit that I adored you madly, extravagantly, absurdly. I was jealous of everyone to whom you spoke. I wanted to have you all to myself. I was only happy when I was with you. When I was away from you, you were still present in my art. It was all wrong and foolish. It is all wrong and foolish still. Of course I never let you know anything about this. It would have been impossible. You would not have understood it; I did not understand it myself. One day I determined to paint a wonderful portrait of you. It was to have been my masterpiece. It is my masterpiece. But, as I worked at it, every flake and film of color seemed to me to reveal my secret. I grew afraid that the world could know of my idolatry. I felt, Dorian, that I had told too much. Then it was that I resolved never to allow the picture to be exhibited. You were a little annoyed; but then you did not realize all that it meant to me.
Oscar Wilde - 
Dorian Gray'in Portresi Sansürsüz halinden, Basil'in Dorian'a söyledikleri.
Poem Candy - written by Luke Davies
“Once upon a time, there's Candy and Dan.
Things were very hot that year.
All the wax was melting in the trees.
He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy.
Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair. Everything was gold. One night the bed caught fire. He was handsome and a very good criminal. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars. It was the afternoon of extravagant delight. Danny the daredevil. Candy went missing. The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks. I want to try it your way this time. You came into my life really fast and I liked it. We squelched in the mud of our joy. I was wet-thighed with surrender. Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted. This is the business. This, is what we're after. With you inside me comes the hatch of death. And perhaps I'll simply never sleep again. The monster in the pool. We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans. Everywhere I looked. And sometimes I hate you. Friday -- I didn't mean that, mother of the blueness. Angel of the storm. Remember me in my opaqueness. You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth. Fly away sun. Ha ha fucking ha you are so funny Dan. A vase of flowers by the bed. My bare blue knees at dawn. These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going to. I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning. I gave him a name. His name was Thomas. Poor little god. His heart pounds like a voodoo drum.”
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Luke Davies
"There will be no victory in strength.
But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten. Things that require a smaller, more honest soul."
Güçte zafer bulunmayacaktır.
Ama belki de zafer, çoktandır unuttuğunuz daha sade ve basit şeylerdedir. Daha mütevazi, daha dürüst bir ruh gerektiren şeylerde.
[ RBWY - 1. Bölüm ]
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Bocelli Bey kusura bakmasın bu seferlik :)
Doris Day 🎤 Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps 🎶
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Konuyla ilgilenenler ve kitapla ilgili fikir sahibi olmak isteyenler için Alfred R. Mele'nin "Why Science Hasn't Disproved Free Will" kitabından aldığım not ve alıntıları ekliyorum.
There are two main scientific arguments today against the existence of free will. One comes from neurosci-ence. Its basic claim is that all our decisions
A picture with a smile - and perhaps, a tear.
The Kid, Charlie Chaplin.
What is Philosophy of Science? | Episode 1611 | Closer To Truth
''Some of my scientific friends tell me the only purpose of a good philosopher is to keep all those other philosophers away from science.''
''When Newton published that in 1690, quite a lot of other scientists were disappointed fairly enough. They wanted to know what gravity was and Newton apparently did not tell them what it was. He just told
FIELD OF HONOR
"All was at peace--except her.
" They could not understand how grace and fire could die. When they were old, the brittle bones and a failing memory, they would elect, perhaps, instead of a life of eternal glory, the quietness of sleep. "
" A woman must live and a woman must love."