Bu nasıl rahatlık abi, çıldırıyorum şuan. This is Bekir Develi sincerity
En büyük insandır kalabalıklar, yüreği güzel olanların. Herkes ayaktayken, herkes ortalıkta dolanırken sevemem ki ben di mi ama... Biri orada metrobüse biniyor, öteki tavuk döneri sokmuş ağzına yarıya kadar, eee ? Ben sana mecburum bilemezsin... La yürü gittt.... Uyut herkesi, öyle sev. Biz sana sevme demiyoruz ki. Ama her şeyin de bir yakışanı var yani.
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Jane, you think too much of the love of human beings; but in the end your sincerity and honesty will be rewarded.
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"Did ever a man try heroism, magnanimity, truth, sincerity, and find that there was no advantage in them - that it was a vain endeavor ?"
-Henry David Thoreau, Letters to Various Persons
"Hiçbir insan kahramanlığı, yüce gönüllülüğü, hakikati, samimiyeti deneyip de bunların hiçbir faydasının olmadığını - bunun boş bir çaba olduğunu gördü mü?"
-Henry David Thoreau, Çeşitli Kişilere Mektuplar
"Her şeye rağmen yarın yeni bir gün başlıyor" [Oh Yoon-Seo]
( Touch Your Heart | Reach of Sincerity | 진심이 닿다 )
İnsan kendi samimiyetinin altını çizmeye çalıştı mı ister istemez üstünü de çiziyor.
When a person tries to underline their own sincerity, they inevitably end up highlighting their flaws as well.
In any event, the key to defending ourselves against passive aggressors is to recognize what they are up to as early as possible.
The following are the most common strategies employed by such aggressors, and ways to counter them.
The Subtle-Superiority Strategy: A friend, colleague, or employee is chronically late, but he or she always has a
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Now, when I reflect on my mother’s words, remembering the way they appeared as if by magic on the screen, one detail stands above the rest: that Mother described my father as bipolar. It was the exact disorder that I myself suspected. It was my word, not hers. Then I wonder if perhaps my mother, who had always reflected so perfectly the will of my father, had that night merely been reflecting mine.
No, I tell myself. They were her words. But hers or not, those words, which had so comforted and healed me, were hollow. I don’t believe they were faithless, but sincerity failed to give them substance, and they were swept away by other, stronger currents.
