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İğde ağaçları mis gibi kokuyor Hava yumuşacık Fonda Dance Me To The End Of Love çalıyor Ay'a ben gülümsedim :)
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Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Robert Frost
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When it comes to dealing with a legacy project, you always need to view it from the business perspective and that is if the project makes money, it's a great project regardless of how it is written. The business doesn't care about the code. All it cares about is the functionality. It's often hard to accept this reality because we
9 Mys the end 11Mys
İnsanlarının birbirinin çaresizliklerini umuda dönüştürdüğü bir şehirde yaşamak nasıl olurdu?- Sen kendin bunu değiştirmelisin.- Ülkenin değiştiğini bilsen ne hissederdin?- Sen kendin bunu değiştirmelisin.- Hayatın ne kadar çetin yeni ve belirsiz ve tuhaf olsa da çaresizliğinin sonunun ilk sayfasında durmak nasıl olurdu? What would it mean to live in a city whose people were changing each other’s despair into hope?- You yourself must change it.- what would it feel like to know your country was changing?- You yourself must change it.- Though your life felt arduous new and unmapped and strange what would it mean to stand on the first page of the end of despair? (Adrienne Rich, Your Native Land, Your Life)
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Bir insanın tüm hayatının nihayetinde, mutlu olduğu manzarasında olmak :)
"Look, I have no illusions. Okay, I know the life I live. I know how it's gonna end for me. Whatever, I'm okay with that. But I wanted you to know that: When I do picture myself happy it's with you and the kid." ~~~ "Bak kendimi kandırmıyorum tamam mı. Hayatı nasıl yaşadığımı ve benim için nasıl sonlanacağını anlıyorum. Ve bununla bir sorunum yok. Ama bilmeni istediğim bişey var: Kendimi mutlu hayal ettiğimde o manzarada seninle ve çocukla oluyorum."
"It's snowing like it's the end of the world" ile Sefiller mixlemesi.
"Perhaps the clearest and most certain thing that can be said about postmodernism is that it is a very unclear and very much contested concept. Celebrated by some as a new wave of emancipation from the stifling constraints of modern ideologies that have grown stagnantly conservative and elitist, postmodernism is conversely con- demned for confining us in its own prison-house of conservatism for encouraging an attitude of slackening by its scepticism regarding the notions of progress and originality, by its advocacy of appropriation and recycling, and by its ideology of the end of ideology. But the controversy over postmodernism goes well beyond the question of its value. Its very meaning, scope, and character are so vague, ambiguous, and deeply contested that it has been challenged as a pernicious, illegitimate non concept. Advocates reply that the concept's very vagueness usefully challenges the view that concepts must be clear to be meaningful, fruitful, and important. How exactly we determine the legitimacy of a concept is a fascinating question in itself. Is conceptual legitimacy a matter of logical coherence, reference to the real, entrenched usage, practical utility? In any case, the concept of postmodernism seems, for the moment, to be adequately vindicated by the profusion of scholarly work that is dedicated to its clarification and elaboration in the various arts and other forms of cultural production since the latter part of the twentieth century."
"Dum spiro, spero"
There's a light... Of what ? Oh wait, is there any hope ? Oh no, it's getting weaker and weaker As my heart's sinking into deeper and deeper. Shaking hands and trembling souls. A leaf of tree falling down The last laugh of a clown As shallow.... and holes of horrors. Oh wait, is there any man Who's painting a leaf of life... But damn Is this a man named Behrman ? With whom a fading hope's glowing down, As his own life's flickering candle reaches its end. But Isn't life a labyrinth which is a dead end? Shhh... Listen carefully to hear the violins Crying out violence while singing of those lines "Hope is a dangerous thing for me to have But I have it......(Yet) I have it...... Yet......."
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Dance Me To The End Of Love..
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