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"What shape a tree grows into is definitely dependent on the gardener. There's a good proverb: a person should suffer as soon as possible. The earlier a person suffers, the more it will temper their will. Grass that grows in the wild has to endure the tempering of wind and frost as soon as it's born. The reaping of blades, the trampling of horses, it goes through cycles of growth and decline in order to survive. But a flower raised in the imperial greenhouses for eighteen years will wither upon a single night's frost"
L. C
Sosyal bilimlerin konusu da birey ve toplumun nasıl idâme-i hayat (survive) ettiğidir; yoksa mutluluk ölçmek değildir. İnsanlar nasıl idâme-i hayat ediyorlar? Bunu toplumbilimler inceler. Nasıl idâme-i hayat edeceğiz, nasıl etmeliyiz? Siyasî hareketin programı da budur, yoksa mutluluk aramak değil.
The batman(2022)
"Our scars can destroy us, even after the physical wounds have healed. But if we survive them, they can transform us. They can give us the power to endure, and the strength to fight."
Communication is the backbone of our way of living.
Take for example that you did not understand anyone in the world.
Would you be able to survive?
“I’m sorry.” The stinging in my eyes was welling over now. He couldn’t do this. Not like this. “I’m so sorry, Leon, please, please don’t —”
“Don’t say you’re sorry.” His voice was just a whisper as he backed away, putting distance between us as if he was afraid I’d cling to him again. “No human is ready for forever, and forever is all I have. But you gave me a part of your life, when mortal lives are so short.” He laughed softly. “I suppose saving your soul could be as good as owning it, so you’d better fucking survive.” He glanced back at the trees, as a freezing wind ruffled his hair and another cry shattered the night. As the awful sound faded away, he said, “You should know that I love you, for whatever that’s worth. Stay alive. Don’t waste that mortal life.”
That was where he left me, standing there in the door with tears streaming down my face and his name in my hand.
Rae-Leon.Kitabı okudu
"All these dramas going on around her. Gracilis and Marcia, desperate for the return of their son. Ursus, with his lust for artistic fame. Vanessa's worries and fears. The slaves - who knew what they were hoping, dreaming? And yet in 2,000 years' time, they'd all be forgotten. Things that were life and death today would mean nothing even to the next generation, let alone those living in the twenty-first century. By the time she was born, the people here would be dust, the villa rubble. The only thing that would survive was a statue of a goddess, and who knew what it would endure over that time?"
Sayfa 47Kitabı okudu
Sworn ties between the great houses were no more than lies and treachery, and yet, strangers who met by chance could survive by leaning on each other
I owned her, and she owned me. I was addicted to the way she felt, a bittersweet pain I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
Lincoln.Kitabı okudu
How did he mold the almighty Nikolai Sokolov into this strange entity that can only survive in his presence? I don’t even remember myself before him anymore.
Sayfa 327Kitabı okudu
“Oh, please. You can’t survive without me.”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t teach you a lesson, Mia.”
“Muse,” I sign slowly. “Don’t call me Mia.”
"I'd rather be smashed and broken to pieces with you than be whole without you. I'd rather remain a beast for you than become a man who has to survive without you."
