Even when the world throws its worst and then turns its back, there is still always hope.-Pittacus Lore
( Dünya en kötüsünü atıp,sırtını dönse bile hala umut vardır.)
That is what I’m looking for every time I flip to the back of a book, compulsively checking for proof that in a life where so many things have gone wrong, there can be beauty too. That there is always hope, no matter what.
"I never hated you, Lan. I hated myself, yes, but never you." I release a mock laugh. "You were the half I looked at whenever I needed hope. Seeing you being your unapologetic, confident anarchist self made me believe I'd eventually be okay. You gave me strength, even unknowingly, so you shouldn't apologize. This
"That is what I’m looking for every time I flip to the back of a book, compulsively checking for proof that in a life where so many things have gone wrong, there can be beauty too. That there is always hope, no matter what."
However, I’m strong and mature enough to ignore that fear and focus on what he is.
Who he is.
The man who showed me a different world, one where I’m cared for and I come before anything else.
The man who fought for me when I didn’t have the will to fight for myself.
The man who saved me, even when he tortured me. Who took my hand when I thought there was no hope left for me.
The man who gave me the most precious gift in the form of Jeremy and nurtured him with me. He provided me light, even when he himself was always used to the darkness.
The calling out of egregious mistakes and the marginalization of bad colleagues will not help professionals become aware of how much they disagree when making broadly acceptable judgments. On the contrary, the easy consensus about bad judgments may even reinforce the illusion of agreement. The true lesson, about the ubiquity of system noise, will never be learned.
We hope you are starting to share our view that system noise is a serious problem. Its existence is not a surprise, noise is a consequence of the informal nature of judgment. However, as we will see through- out this book, the amount of noise observed when an organization takes a serious look almost always comes as a shock. Our conclusion is simple: wherever there is judgment, there is noise, and more of it than you think.
Being a fan isn't always about the thing you're a fan of. Okay, well, it sort of is, but there is much more to it than just going online and screaming that you love something. Being a fan has given me people to talk about the things that I like for the past five years. Being a fan has made me better friends online than I've ever encountered in real life; it has entered me into a community where people are joined in love and passion and hope and joy and escape. Being a fan has given me a reason to wake up, something always to look forward to, something to dream about while I'm trying to fall asleep.
“There is something you should know, wife,” he says, pulling away. “In all my years, there’s only one aspect of love—”
My breath catches on that word.
“—that I’ve ever really known,” he continues. “And that’s longing. That’s all that the battlefield has to offer—a longing so deep it has a presence of its own. Love is a hope that carries men through dark nights, but it’s nothing more than that.”
“When we were apart, that’s what I felt. Longing. It was as familiar a sensation to me as swinging my sword,” he says. “I hated my empty bed and my lonely tent, but it’s what I’ve always known. It’s being with you that’s something new, something I want but don’t understand.”
In the moments you feel alone
and every mountain is too great
for all the answers left unknown
and convinced it is always too late.
There is happiness in this lifetime
one day these troubles will fade
all your strength is in the skyline
no matter how heavy your heart weighs.
And some days it seems
hope and despair take turns
but despite all our sadness
the sun always returns.
I know there isn't a thing
I could say
to make the thoughts in your head
any easier
but I hope you know
that above all the things
running through your head
sometimes it's about
what's runs in your heart instead
and if there is anything I know
about the things inside
your heart
it's that they are beautiful things
and strong things
and things that will always
be okay
and if the things in your head
seems a little messy
and the things in your heart
weigh a little heavy
just know that you'll beat
all of these things
and I'll always love you
even with all your things.
The cigarettes must have come from the black market, I thought, and this gave me hope. Even now that there is no real money anymore, there is still a black market. There’s always a black market, there’s always something can be exchanged.