Yâsin, 75-76.[Bismillâhirrahmânirrahîm]
لَا يَسْتَطٖيعُونَ نَصْرَهُمْۙ وَهُمْ لَهُمْ جُنْدٌ مُحْضَرُونَ ﴿٧٥﴾
فَلَا يَحْزُنْكَ قَوْلُهُمْۢ اِنَّا نَعْلَمُ مَا يُسِرُّونَ وَمَا يُعْلِنُونَ ﴿٧٦﴾
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75- Onlara yardım etmeğe güçleri yetmez.Onlar ise bunlar için hazırlanmış yardımcı erlerdir.
[They have not the power to help them: but they will be brought up (before Our Judgment-seat) as a troop (to be condemned).]
76- O halde onların sözleri seni üzmesin. Biz onların içlerini de biliriz, dışlarını da.
[Let not their speech, then, grieve thee. Verily We know what they hide as well as what they disclose.]
Sayfa 444 - Kolektif
When the Molossians make an oath, they bring forward an ox and a drinking vessel filled with wine; the ox they then cut up into tiny pieces and pray that the transgressors may be cut up in this way; they pour the wine from the drinking vessel and pray that the blood of the transgressors may be poured out in this way.
And yet, I’m not difficult. I’m actually a good person, just a bit opinionated. But it’s only a front. I put up with everyone and everything. At least for a while. Then one day it just hits me: I don’t want to be with this guy, don’t want him near me, need to get away.
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He watched me at first but then looked away.
"Would it be a major bereavement for you if I died?" I said.
"The most major one I can think of, yeah."
"Nobody else would grieve."
“I could have a girlfriend. Hypothetically. But then what would we joke about together?”
He glanced at me as the barrier went up for the car in front of us.
“Is that the coat I bought you?” he said.
“Yes. I wear it to remind me that you’re real.”
New York Scenes
Beatnik Angel Peter Orlovsky in the supermarket five doors away buying Uneeda biscuits (late Friday night), ice cream, caviar, bacon, pretzels, sodapop, *TV Guide*, Vaseline, three toothbrushes, chocolate milk (dreaming of roast suckling pig), buying whole Idaho potatoes, raisin bread, wormy cabbage by mistake, and fresh-felt tomatoes and collecting purple stamps. — Then he goes home broke and dumps it all on the table, takes out a big book of Mayakovsky poems, turns on the 1949 television set to the horror movie, and goes to sleep.
And this is the beat night life of New York.
Sayfa 99 - Penguin Great KerouacKitabı okudu
I was lonely and unhappy, and I didn't understand that these feelings were ordinary, that there was nothing singular about my loneliness, my unhappiness. Maybe if I had understood that, as I think I do now, at least a little bit, I would never have written those books, I would never have become this person. I don't know. I know that I couldn't write them again, or feel the way I felt about myself at that time. It was important to me then to prove that I was a special person. And in my attempt to prove it, I made it true.
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Big Jim unleashed a raptor’s scream into the yard through the tiny window and bashed his head against its frame. I swung back around, reentering the house by shooting through the kitchen window. I careened past Dennis, who barked frantically from a solid sit. Then I rocketed like a speeding black torpedo into the door with everything I had.
The door slammed shut.
Everything fell silent. No sounds came from the laundry room with the phone and what was left of Big Jim. Dennis panted silently, his legs aquiver. Nothing more was said. I couldn’t go on pretending that nothing had happened and I couldn’t lock the laundry room door, which meant we were no longer safe in our own home.
I just couldn’t fix Big Jim alone.
Kaladin looked down. "Why couldn't I protect him?" he thought, looking at Tien, remembering his brother's laugh. His innocence, his smile, his excitement at exploring the hills outside Hearthstone.
Please. Please let me protect him. Make me strong enough.
He felt so weak. Blood loss. He found himself slumping to the side, and with tired hands, he tied off his wound. And then, feeling terribly vacant inside, he lay down beside Tien and pulled the body close.
"Don't worry," Kaladin whispered. When had he started to cry? "I'll bring you home. I'll protect you, Tien. I'll bring you back. ..."
He held the body into the evening, long past the end of the battle, clinging to it as it slowly grew cold.
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But then he reaches for my arm, letting out a pained sound when he realizes his own is gone. In the dim moonlight his eyes slid to mine. There’s no faking the broken hopelessness in his gaze.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, my tears starting to leak out. “So, so sorry.” I move then and, careful to not jostle him too much, I pull the horseman into my arms and stroke his hair.
Famine is shaking, and I can only imagine his pain.
