“What are you feeling?”
She locked their eyes in the mirror’s reflection, provoking him. “Imagine that I’m leaving you.” She saw his body stiffen. “Imagine that this is the last time you’ll touch me.” His eyes blazed. “Imagine that you can’t do anything to stop it. Think of that, and how pissed you’d be. Would you even be angry?”
“I don’t know if it’ll be anger but if that ever happened, there would be absolute annihilation.”
yansımalar.. belki yanılsamalar
Fakat seni seviyorum. (Bu sözü bir yere sıkıştırmaya mecburdum.) Düşünmek ve yansımak anlamlarını birlikte ifade eden 'reflection' kelimesini kullanmak isterdim burada. Fakat aslında, seni görmediğim zamanlarda yansımalarımın gerçekliğine ben de inanmıyorum. Belki benden artık nefret ediyorsun; belki de unuttun beni. Düşünce ve eylemlerin her an sonsuz değişik görünümlere bürünebileceğini bilen bir insan olarak, senden kararlı bir düşünceye benzeyen yansımaları nasıl bekleyebilirim?
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“That’s for every drop of blood he shed over the years, for every time he looked in the mirror and hated his reflection because of you.”
“This is for putting your hands on him and driving him to the fucking edge. You better wait for me in hell, bitch. I’ll fucking murder you all over again.”
I’m not Brandon King. I’m not the broken entity who sees black ink instead of his reflection in the mirror. Not the weak man who’s more often than not swallowed by disgusting nausea and the terrifying notion of nothingness.
I’m just me.
His lotus flower. His Prince Charming. His baby.
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It's that look that drives me insane. I see my reflection in those dark blues, and for the first time, I don’t hate what I see.
Not when he looks at me like he can’t get enough. Like I’m the center of his universe. Even temporarily.
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Fakat seni seviyorum. (Bu sözü bir yere sıkıştırmaya mecburdum.) Düşünmek ve yansımak anlamlarını birlikte ifade eden 'reflection' kelimesini kullanmak isterdim burada. Fakat aslında, seni görmediğim zamanlarda yansımalarımın gerçekliğine ben de inanmıyorum. Belki benden artık nefret ediyorsun; belki de unuttun beni. Düşünce ve eylemlerin her an sonsuz değişik görünümlere bürünebileceğini bilen bir insan olarak, senden kararlı bir düşünceye benzeyen yansımaları nasıl bekleyebilirim?
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My mother tells me I have storm clouds in my eyes. A reflection of the curiosity brewing in my mind, wanting to find any means of escape.
"Nothing comes from scolding myself or hating myself for these feelings. I simply must accept that I have room for improvement and consider these moments as constant opportunities for self-reflection, to feel shame and joy at
having learned something new and to keep inching towards change."
Ambition was my idol, which was broken
Before the shrines of Sorrow, and of Pleasure;
And the two last have left me many a token
O’er which reflection may be made at leisure.
If you love somebody you have to understand that the person you love is not your shadow, is not your reflection in the mirror, has his or her own individuality.
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Belki sana bu satırları yazmamalıydım. Belki de dönel bir yüzeyin, ekseni etrafındaki hareketi sırasında çeşitli ışık kaynaklarından beslenmesi olayında görüldüğü gibi ,benim bir an süren ışıltımın yansımalarını artık ilginç bulmuyorsun; görüntümün gerçekliğine inanmıyorsun. Fakat seni seviyorum. Düşünmek ve yansımak anlamlarını birlikte ifade eden 'reflection' kelimesini kullanmak isterdim burada. Fakat aslında, seni görmediğim zamanlarda yansımalarımın gerçekliğine ben de inanmıyorum. Belki benden artık nefret ediyorsun; belki de unuttun beni. Düşünce ve eylemlerin her an sonsuz görünümlere bürünebileceğini bilen bir insan olarak, senden kararlı bir düşünceye benzeyen yansımaları nasıl bekleyebilirim?
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"It required a long application of solitude and reflection to recover her."
But as I say, I don’t go searching for it, and anyway, by the end of the year, I won’t be driving around like
this any more. So the chances are I won’t ever come across it now, and on reflection, I’m glad that’s the
way it’ll be. It’s like with my memories of Tommy and of Ruth. Once I’m able to have a quieter life, in
whichever centre they send me to, I’ll have Hailsham with me, safely in my head, and that’ll be
something no one can take away.
Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! (Pause.
Vehemently.) Let us do something, while we have the chance! It
is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we
personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally
well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those
cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this
moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent
worthily for once the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned
us! What do you say? (Estragon says nothing.) It is true that
when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a credit to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his
congeners without the least reflection, or else he slinks away
into the depths of the thickets. But that is not the question.
What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are
blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer.
