Yağmur Yaprak
@rainmalfoy
8 okur puanı
Ağustos 2017 tarihinde katıldı
We can ask and ask but we can’t have again what once seemed ours for ever – the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on a belfry floor, a remembered voice, the touch of a hand, a loved face. They’ve gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass.
0-30p: Kontrollü okuyucu 📖
40-70p: Hafif bağımlı 👀
80p+: Geçmiş olsun, kitaplar seni ele geçirmiş 😅
Ah, those days … for many years afterwards their happiness haunted me. Sometimes, listening to music, I drift back and nothing has changed. The long end of summer. Day after day of warm weather, voices calling as night came on and lighted windows pricked the darkness and, at day-break, the murmur of corn and the warm smell of fields ripe for harvest. And being young. If I’d stayed there, would I always have been happy? No, I suppose not. People move away, grow older, die, and the bright belief that there will be another marvellous thing around each corner fades. It is now or never; we must snatch at happiness as it flies.
Even if I were to chat with some snake, Johannes would only hear what to him was incomprehensible hissing. We lived in different worlds, like two snails who cannot look into each other’s shells. I could claim to him that Snakish and the Frog of the North are in my shell, and he wouldn’t believe it anyway, because in his shell he saw God and the Pope of Rome.
Bilinçli olarak aradığın şeyi, aradığın yoldan elde edemezken o şeyi, düşünmeyi bırakıp terk ettiğin geçmişinden ya da ummadığın bir ara yoldan, havadan süzülürcesine sunan hayat ne garip.
İdeal bir adamdı, adeta soyut bir simge. Öyle bir adamı kim sever ya da ondan hoşlanır? Zayıf tarafı olmayan bir insan, başkalarının kusurlu olduklarını düşünmelerine neden olur sadece.
