"Don't strike," Simon said. "We still don't know its intentions...What are your intentions?" he shouted. It was a magic rabbit - perhaps it could talk.
The rabbit cocked its head, as if in answer, and shrieked at the empty spot in the sky.
"We're not here to hurt you," Simon said. "Just... calm down."
"Crowley, Snow, are you going to ask it to heel next?"
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But it happened that after walking for a long time through sand, and rocks, and snow, the little prince at last came upon a road. And all roads lead to the abodes of men.
“Good morning,” he said.
He was standing before a garden, all a-bloom with roses.
“Good morning,” said the roses.
The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his flower.
“Who are you?” he demanded, thunderstruck.
“We are roses,” the roses said.
And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in all the universe. And here were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single garden!
“She would be very much annoyed,” he said to himself, “if she should see that . . . She would cough most dreadfully, and she would pretend that she was dying, to avoid being laughed at. And I should be obliged to pretend that I was nursing her back to life–for if I did not do that, to humble myself also, she would really allow herself to die. . .”
Then he went on with his reflections: “I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees–and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn’t make me a very great prince . . .”
And he lay down in the grass and cried.
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Perhaps a city is a living thing. Each city has its own personality, after all. Los Angeles is not Vienna. London is not Moskow. Chicago is not Paris. Each city is a collection of lives and buildings and it has its own personality.
"..but I'll add though that there is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years; there is something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you for ever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps, the most important of your ideas."
Hakimler 3:15 (Ehud'un Solak Olması)
"Ehud was a Benjamite and the phrase translated "left handed man" is a very interesting Hebrew idiom. It literally reads "a man bound/restricted in his right hand." The same phrase is used in Judges 20:16 to describe 700 slingers (also of the tribe of Benjamin). These two verses are the only places where this idiom is
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”
"Dünya gerçekten de tehlikelerle dolu ve içinde nice karanlık yerler var; fakat hala güzel olan pek çok şey mevcut ve şimdi tüm diyarlarda sevgi keder ile karışmış iken belki daha yüce bir şeye dönüşüyordur."
