Sevgi. Sevgi. Sevgi. Sevgi. Sevgi. Sev-gi. Seevgii. Sevgi. Sevgi. Sev. Gi. Gisev.
Sonsuzluk. Sonsuzluk. Sonsuzluk. Son. Suz. Luk. Soon. Suuz. Luuk. Evet, artık anlamları kayboldu. Hepsi en başından beri bomboş, beyaz bir kağıda benzeyen kafamın içi gibi oldu.
The desert creeps in on a man's land. Not a fellah, but he does own some land. Did own. From a boy, he has repaired the wall, mortared, carried stone heavy as he, lifted, set in place. Still the desert comes. Is the wall a traitor, letting it in? Is the boy possessed by a djinn who makes his hands do the work wrong? Is the desert's attack too powerful for any boy, or wall, or dead father and mother?
No. The desert moves in. It happens, nothing else. No djinn in the boy, no treachery in the wall, no hostility in the desert. Nothing.
Soon, nothing. Soon only the desert. The two goats must choke on sand, nuzzling down to find the white clover. He, never to taste their soured milk again. The melons die beneath the sand. Never more can you give comfort in the summer, cool abdelawi, shaped like the Angel's trumpet! The maize dies and there is no bread. The wife, the children grow sick and short-tempered. The man, he, runs one night out to where the wall was, begins to lift and toss imaginary rocks about, curses Allah, then begs forgiveness from the Prophet, then urinates on the desert, hoping to insult what cannot be insulted.
They find him in the morning a mile from the the house, skin blued, shivering in a sleep which is almost death, tears turned to frost on the sand.
And now the house begins to fill with desert, like the lower half of an hourglass which will never be inverted again.
What does a man do?
The bottom line is that life is one big mind game. The only person you are playing against is yourself. Stick with this process and soon what you thought was impossible will be something you do every fucking day of your life.
"Your heart does you credit,' said Melinda. 'Although it won't do for much longer.' She smiled at all of them. 'Can't you see? Can't you see what pain you're in now, with your fear and worry? Soon you'll never have to feel like that again!"
"But don't you understand?" the Doctor said. "You can only experience fear if you've known safety. You can only experience grief if you've known love! That pain is important! It's a price worth paying!"
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evet, sarılın çocuğuma, onu sevin, okşayın
Nicky reached out as soon as Neil was close enough and wrapped his hand around the back of Neil's neck. He carefully pulled Neil up against him and propped his chin on Neil's head.
"As soon as we walk out that door, you're going to see a side of me tonight you've never seen before. I'm going to slaughter them, and you'll have to see that. Think you'll love me after?"
She gripped his wrists, nodding. "In sickness in health, in life in death, in murder in mayhem, isn't that how it goes?"
The more unfair advantages you have, the more you are likely to accrue. The key is to start identifying and developing your own unfair advantages as soon as possible, no matter your age.
The Muslims are credited with having organized and set up hospitals in all the major towns of Islam not only for the care and treatment of patients suffering from physical ailments, but also of insane and aged persons. The first psychiatric hospitals and asylums for mental cases werebuilt by them in Baghdad as early as 705 A.D. They were soon introduced to Fes (Morocco) and Cairo (Egypt) in the eighth century. Later, famous psychiatric hospitals were built in Damascus and Aleppo in Syria also.
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Somewhere below—in the bowels of the network of rotting mine shafts and solution caves that riddled Silver Mountain—the murky shape of a mother lizard was looking for food near the base of a waterfall. She had searched for hours each day, ever since she’d felt motion beginning inside her eggs in the nest—a warning that there would soon be a dozen hatchlings clawing at her underside for food. Her instincts had told her it was time to gorge on blind mud fish and stubby-limbed bats—anything she could find hiding in the dark and damp crannies of the caves.
Short Term Planning
No one in their right mind would argue that passion and persever- ance are unimportant, or that a bad day is a cue to quit. But the idea that a change of interest, or a recalibration of focus, is an imperfection and competitive disadvantage leads to a simple, one-size-fits-all Tiger story: pick and stick, as soon as possible. Responding to lived experi- ence with a change of direction, like Van Gogh did habitually, like West Point graduates have been doing since the dawn of the knowledge econ- omy, is less tidy but no less important. It involves a particular behavior that improves your chances of finding the best match, but that at first blush sounds like a terrible life strategy: short-term planning
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"I am perfectly sure that Mr Darcy has no defects," said Elizabeth.
"No," said Mr Darcy. "I have many defects. And my temper is one of them. I cannot forget the follies, vices, and offences of other people as soon as I ought. My temper is resentful in some way...."
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Hastasın, pek yakında öleceksin,, sen biliyorsun ama senden başka kimse bilmiyor. Büyük yük. Çok büyük.
You're sick, you'll die soon, you know it but no one else does. A heavy burden. Very heavy.
Friends should teach each other good things. Just like this.
Ari was grinning at me through the windows as I went around the truck to hop in.
“I’m like a proud papa, Linc. Look at our boy, just out in the world, blackmailing people like a psychopath,” he gushed as soon as I’d gotten in.
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