Ingmar Bergman
"I understand, all right. The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking moment, alert. The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone. The vertigo and the constant hunger to be exposed, to be seen through, perhaps even wiped out. Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace.
And if nothing can wake her up, then that means she’s really going to die. And if she’s really going to die, what am I supposed to do with myself? My life purpose has always been to make Mom happy, to be who she wants me to be. So without Mom, who am I supposed to be now?
İlk birikimin zorla sağlandığı öncülü kabul edildiğinde:
If, as we have seen, the very antagonism between worker and capitalist is not internal to the relations of production, but is established between the relations of production and an identity external to them, then the modes of relation with that 'outside' cannot be an automatic effect of the logic of accumulation
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Maybe no one was truly a beast. Maybe that was just how murder became possible. You took away someone’s humanity, and then you killed them.
You don't fix hurts by pretending they never happened. You treat them like infected wounds. You dig deep with a burning knife and gouge out the rotten flesh and then, maybe, you have a chance to heal.
She was a goddess. She was a monster. She’d nearly destroyed this country. And then she‘d given it one last, gasping chance to live.
“You drive them into total collapse. Fear turns into despair, despair to panic, and then panic into utter submission. It’s incredible, the power of psychological warfare. And all it takes is a couple of bombs.”
She remembered the first time she’d ever laid eyes on Nezha, and then all the times thereafter.
It hurt to see him. It hurt so much.
"He could tell her anything about himself, even weird things, and she would never repeat them, he knows that. Being alone with her is like opening a door away from normal life and then closing it behind him."
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Arkadaşta benden
"Hiking. Swimming. Reading."
"You like to do things alone, then?"
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The ending process of the story ended like this, the first scenes of the movie were very nice, then I knew that everything could never be the same as before, when it ended, that movie could never be revived again, it was such a bad pain, I know there would never be good days again...🪐💫
He drank moderately. He’d learned in MI6 training that getting drunk could be useful on rare occasions to loosen up an otherwise reticent source, but only if strictly necessary. Back then, the standard advice given to agents was to start with a surreptitious shot of olive oil to slow down alcohol absorption and prevent drunkenness. He didn’t need that tonight, though, as he slowly sipped his beer. It was to his advantage to stay sober while his enemies slipped into dark, angry drunkenness.
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And if I may just take yout breath away
I don’t mind if there’s not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides our minds
So move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your face
Then we went quiet again.
There was something comfortable about the silence, a kind of understanding in it.
