nereye gidersem gideyim bâki kalan tek şey ölüm.
#chapter16
Ve özgürlük aslında insanların almaktan hoşlanmadığı bir armağandı.
The Dark Valley
1:48,20
tehlike her zaman düşmandan gelmez.
#chapter5
kriz ne kadar büyükse sen o kadar sakin kalmalısın. tıpkı bir hortumun merkezindeki kum tanesi gibi.
#chapter3
bu acımasız dünyada serçe, uçmaya devam etmek istiyorsa bir şahin gibi yaşamayı bilmeli.
chapter2
Alone and Forsaken
We met in the spring time when blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and the meadows were gold
Our love was in flower as summer grew on
Her love like the leaves now have withered and gone
The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning don't sing anymore
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry 🎶
Ode to nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
Inferno, Canto 1
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
What's look like A healthy relationship?
A healthy relationship is like two towering mountains with a magnificent valley between them through which the river of life flows strong and fast and free. Neither mountain needs the other and yet their connection to one another gives rise to a lush valley teeming with the wonder of nature.
Sayfa 59 - New Harbinger Publications,2009Kitabı okuyor
Ne demek your wife benden mi bahsediyorsun??
"But the moment I had the chance, I fled that life and came to the valley with my wife and newborn son."
AlexusKitabı okudu
(...) The thought of a God (that is, a supremely perfect being) who lacks existence (that is, who lacks a certain perfection) is no less contradictory than the thought of a mountain without a valley.
Fifth meditation, Oxford University Press
When our war with nature ends, that day the world will essentially become a livable place!
It is truly marvelous—when I came here first and looked down into the valley from this hilltop—how the entire region attracted me. There…a little forest land…oh, to lose oneself in its shade…. There, a mountaintop…oh, to see the panorama from it! The rolling hills and enchanting valleys…I yearned to lose myself in them.
I would hurry down, but return home without having found what I had hoped to find. Distance is like the future. A vast twilit entity lies before us, our perception is lost in it and becomes as blurred as our eyesight, and we yearn, ah, we yearn to surrender all of our Self and let ourselves be filled to the brim with a single, tremendous, magnificent emotion, but alas…when we hurry to the spot, when There becomes Here, everything is as it was before and we are left standing in our poverty and constraint, our souls longing for the balm that has eluded us. Thus the most restless vagabond yearns in the end to return to his native land and find in his cottage, in the arms of his wife, with his children around him, and in the occupations that provide for them, the joys he sought vainly elsewhere.
