He watches her leave, then asks, “How much does she know?”
“She knows everything.” He frowns, eyes nearly disappearing beneath his thick brows. “People always forget about Filippa,” I add. “And later they always wish they hadn’t.”
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“Well, they want to do Caesar and he refuses to be in that ever again. He thinks that’s the play that fucked us all up. I keep telling him he’s wrong.”
“You think it was Macbeth that fucked us up?”
“No.” She stops at a red light and glances at me. “I think we were all fucked up from the start.” The car rumbles to life again, slides into first gear, then second.
“I don’t know if that’s true,” I say, but neither of us pursues the subject.
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Like Kenji Miyazawa’s poem says: ‘all the talent and power and resources people may possess will not remain with them forever.’ ”
His eyes took on a faraway look, then he added, “ ‘People, too, will someday cease to be themselves...’ That’s how it goes.”
That sounded awfully heavy to me.
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“Alone I go now, my disciples! You also should go now, and alone! Thus I want it.
Indeed, I counsel you to go away from me and guard yourselves against Zarathustra! And even better: be ashamed of him. Perhaps he deceived you.
The person of knowledge must not only be able to love his enemies, but to hate his friends too.
One repays a teacher badly if one always remains a pupil only. And why would you not want to pluck at my wreath?
You revere me, but what if your reverence falls down some day? Beware that you are not killed by a statue!
You say you believe in Zarathustra? But what matters Zarathustra! You are my believers, but what matter all believers!
You had not yet sought yourselves, then you found me. All believers do this; that’s why all faith amounts to so little.
Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you.
Indeed, with different eyes, my brothers, will I then seek my lost ones; with a different love will I love you then.
And one day again you shall become my friends and children of a single hope; then I shall be with you a third time, to celebrate the great noon with you.
And that is the great noon, where human beings stand at the midpoint of their course between animal and overman and celebrate their way to evening as their highest hope: for it is the way to a new morning.
Then the one who goes under will bless himself, that he is one who crosses over; and the sun of his knowledge will stand at noon for him. ‘Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live.’ – Let this be our last will at the great noon!”
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
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Türk korsanlarını da ilk defa duyuyorum
Then, when we were near the Canary İslands, a Turkish pirate ship came after us. They were famous thieves of the sea that time.
Let me give you some counsel, bastard," Lannister said. "Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you."
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burada çok güldüm...
Jon hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Can you climb down, or shall I bring a ladder?"
“But then again, isn’t obsession just another form of extreme hate?”
o çok sözü edilen ihtişamın ışıltısı, aşk, Çıkageldi, göstermek üzere
Tepede süzülen parlak başlangıcını Hâlâ vadederek çözmeyi, tamamlamayı, Ve yoluna koymayı değişmez biçimde. Böylece Yine istiflemek onları, ağlamak, Zordu, itiraf etmeden şapşal gibi nasıl öyle Yapmadığını önceden ve yapamayacağını şimdi de.
The glare of that much-mentioned brilliance, love,
Broke out, to show Its bright incipience sailing above,
Still promising to solve, and satisfy,
And set unchangeably in order. So
To pile them back, to cry,
Was hard, without lamely admitting how It had not done so then, and could not now.
Sayfa 36
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?
