I watched it rain the blood of a dying god. I crawled through tar that took the faces of the people I had loved. It took them. Their blood became black ink.
Avucumdaki ıslaklık gökyüzünün oyunu değilmiş
Here beneath my hand I can
feel tears. Not rain!
Sayfa 87 - Penguin Books
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You say you love rain but you open your umbrella.
You say you love the sun but you find a shadow spot.
You say you love wind but you close your windows.
This is why I am afraid when you say you love me.
Gözlerim çeşme gibi oldu size ağlamak, gözyaşlarımı yağmur gibi dökmek ve kalbimin acısını
dindirebilmek için! Suçlamada ve garezde bulunmanıza kim izin verdi? Bunu o kadar çok yaptınız ki yargılama size mutlaka ulaşacaktır günahkarlar
O that my eyes were clouds of water, that I might weep over you, and pour forth my tears like rain, and rest from the sorrow of my heart! Who has permitted you to hate and to transgress? Judgment shall overtake you, ye sinners.
When she was a seven-year-old she had declared rain to be the best weather because it was reading weather.
How can he live without her? He cannot. It is like asking the heart to live without the lungs, like tearing the moon out of the sky and asking the stars to do its work, like expecting the barley to grow without rain.
Sayfa 178 - Headline Book Publishing
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