“Once I sang as early thrushes
Sing among the dewy bushes;
Now I'm mute.
I am like a weary linnet,
For my throat has no song in it;
I have had my singing minute.
I have done.
Put by the lute.'"
Kozma must take it out of the house and quickly hide it in the old cellar in the garden, where it is also cold, and Father would return, and the cocoon would be safe; he gropes for it in the cellar and holds it in his arms, it's like an infant, he crawls out of the cellar with it, and everything around is burning, everything has caught fire
Sayfa 175 - Penguin Modern ClassicsKitabı okudu
Son: Bir şarkı ile kitabı bitiriyor.
There’s such a thing as trying too hard.
You’ve got to sing like you don’t need the money,
Love like you’ll never get hurt,
You’ve got to dance like nobody’s watching
It’s got to come from the heart if you want it to work.”
“Come from the Heart”
Song by Kathy Mattea
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Sing-Song: A Nursery Rhyme Book (1872)
(...)
Nedir ağır olan? deniz kumuyla hüzün:
Nedir kısa olan? bugünle yarın:
Nedir kırılgan olan? bahar tomurcuklarıyla gençlik:
Nedir derin olan? Okyanusla gerçek.
(...)
Sayfa 71 - Yapı Kredi Yayınları, 1. Baskı, Ekim 2011Kitabı okudu
They say a song can be a bridge, Ma. But I say it's also the ground we stand on. And maybe we sing to keep ourselves from falling. Maybe we sing to keep ourselves.
Sayfa 125
The sorting hat's first song
and the hat began to sing:
“Oh, you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
Sayfa 118
And Robin Hood shot a bow out of the open window. Then he fell down on the floor.
"That is all. Lay me there under the tree. Put my bow next to me... And sing a merry song for me..." said Robin.
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I'm going to down to the cemetery 'cos the world is all wrong. Down there with the spooks, to hear 'em sing my sorrow song.
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"I am Charlie," he sang. "I am Anansi's son. Listen as I sing my song. Listen to my life."
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Sirens were made to kill. Our purpose is to lure, seduce, and destroy. It’s wrong, and I know it’s wrong, but that knowledge does nothing to ease the feeling of euphoria—of complete and utter bliss—when I lead a man astray.
The horrifying truth: I’m as drawn to water as men are to me. When I near it, it speaks to me. Urges me to act. Kill. The call of the water is as fierce as it is deadly. My own personal Siren Song.
