"People kill what they fear. They burned, and drowned, and hanged those they saw as witches, the devil's servants: the wise women and the cunning men, the unfortunate, the lost and the strange." 
Neil Gaiman
İn a dream
İ saw my Mother
With the love of her life
And no children
İt was the happiest i'd ever seen her...
I Worried
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
Mary Oliver
We'll Meet Again
And I will just say hello
To the folks that you know
Tell them you won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as I saw you go
You were singing this song
We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day 🎶
Endgame
I say to myself— sometimes, Clov, you must learn
to suffer better than that if you want them to weary of punishing you— one day. I say to myself—sometimes, Clov, you must be better than that if you want them to let you go—one day. But I feel too old, and too far, to form new habits. Good, it'll never end, I'll never go.
Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don't understand, it dies, or it's me, I don't understand that either. I ask the words that remain— sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.
I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit.
It's easy going.
When I fall I'll weep for happiness.
Endgame / Samuel Beckett
-Last night I saw inside my breast. There was a big sore.
-Pah , You saw your heart.
- No, it was living.
Cegerxwîn - Evîna Dil
Evîna Dil, Te Dil Kiriye Birîndar
Bihara Min, Hemî Zer Bûn Gul Û Dar
Me Ew Rojên Ciwanî, Dan Bi Tolik
Ketim Heştê, Ji Nû Ve Bûm Evîndar
Diran Û Çav Dil Pêk Ve Şikestin
Û Porê Min Spî Bûye Bi Yek Car
Kaç kere izlersem izleyeyim Lucifer'ın karakter gelişimi ve Chloe'nin çaresizce aşkına tutunması beni ağlatacak. Bir de bu ağlatacak :' ( open.spotify.com/track/2Cls0DhOP... )
" You and I, oh well there's no 'you and i'. There's a professional situation. I just need you to-"
" You need me?"
"Department needs you."
... bir de bakarsın ki:
" No,no,no see, this is what I meant Lucifer when I... you can't leave me. Listen I'm so sorry that how I acted when I first saw your face.. It was stupid and please don't go, I love you, don't leave "
Quora
Postmodernism is an intellectual dead end; it’s central premise seems to be derived from a saying of Nietzsche’s, “There are no facts; only interpretations”, which is thought to mean that each one of us views “reality” through our individual perspective. This is true to a degree, but as with so many aphorisms, there are limits to its validity;
I don’t wanna look at anything else now that ı saw you
Denizinkızı
Inferno, Canto 1
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.
I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you.