-“İnsanlar ne kadar da tuhaf! Bedeni ölenlere ağlıyorlar da gönlü ölenlere ağlamıyorlar. Oysa asıl felâket, gönlün ölmesidir!” (Vehb bin Münebbih –ra-’den tadımlık)
-“Kırık bir kalbinin olması, en azından denediğini gösterir.” (Eat Pray Love’dan)
i keep going to the river to pray,
'cause i need something that can wash out the pain.
and at most i'm sleeping all these demons away ,
but your ghost, the ghost of you,
it keeps me awake...
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There's no place like home they say
You're my home, so hear me pray.
I don't know you, but I need more time
Birds are flying over Europe skies,
Tell me please why can't I?
What did it avail to pray when he knew that his soul lusted after its own destruction? A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God's power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy. His pride in his own sin, his loveless awe of God, told him that his offence was too grievous to be atoned for in whole or in part by a false homage to the All-seeing and All-knowing.
You are old,” said the youth,
“and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose,
with the bones and the beak
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”
“In my youth,” said his father,
“I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength,
which it gave to my jaw
Has lasted the rest of my life.”
Çöp kovasına gereksinim duymadığını övünerek söylerdi; kahve telvesi ve yumurta kabukları bitkiler için yararlıydı, anımsadığım kadarıyla; patates kabukları gümüş eşya parlatmaya yarardı ya da tadına doyulmaz çıtır çıtır bir çerez olurdu; portakal ve karpuz kabuklarından harika marmelat ve turşular yapılırdı. Eğer günün birinde bir yemek kitabı yazacak olursam, artıklardan neler yaratılabileceği üstüne olacak.
