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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,
Tercüme size ait
I wanted to borrow it from someone else the words I need to speak. Mine have been sleeping for some time now. But how to borrow from someone, things that only happen inside me? Violent my internal. Trying to wake up the words, sleepy, lazy Then I come across dozens of feelings that together, they also sleep there And suddenly One feeling, one risks survival. I can feel your taste in my throat. Until it runs off my face. It tastes like serum. I hope you cure me!
''The guy was looking around. The bar was a low room built from old boards dried to a dark color. They looked like they had come from old broken-up sailing ships. There were old brass things and green glass globes. Stretches of old nets. Fishing equipment, Reacher guessed, although he had never caught a fish in his life. Or sailed a boat. Overlaying everthing were ten thousand business cards, tacked up over every spare square inch, including the ceiling. Some of them were new, some of them were old and curled, representing ventures that had folded decades ago.''
Page 6
“ I need to know that everything will be OK,” she continued quietly.” That I will be able to live with myself.”
A sharp tug in my chest. How often had I whispered those same words to the ceiling in the rectory, lying awake in bed, consumed with thoughts of what my life could have been? I need to know that everything will be OK.
Didn’t we all wasn’t that unspoken cry of our broken souls?
“ I don’t know if everything will be OK. It may not be. You may think you are at the lowest point now and then look up one day and see that it’s gotten so much worse.” I looked down at my hands, the hands that had pulled my oldest sister from a rope after she hung herself in my parents garage.” You may not ever be able to get out of bed in the morning with the security. That moment of OK may never come.All you can do is try to find a new balance, a new starting point. Find whatever love is left in your life and hold on to it tightly. And one day,things will have gotten less grey, less dull. One day, you might find that you have a life again. A life that makes you happy.”
- Priest
“Beg me to use you, Rae,” he growled, allowing me only enough air to stay conscious, only enough to smile in a daze and nod. He gave me a vicious little shake. “Words, girl. Beg me.”
“Use me...please…” My words were weak, a pitiful whimper barely squeezed out of my throat.
“You’re Hell’s little whore, aren’t you?” he said. “So eager for all the wicked things to crawl out of the dark and take you. Wicked things aren’t gentle, Raelynn.” He brought his mouth close to my ear, his words soft. “All the time you’ve spent playing in the dark — is this what you were waiting for? For some evil thing to come take you?”
He lay me down on the coffee table, the surface cool and hard beneath me as he pinned me against the wood. “I’m going to break you in every conceivable way.” He chuckled, then laughed, as if the thought of what he was going to do sparked some feral energy in him that couldn’t be contained. “I’ll make you scream for more pain. I’ll make you weep for your own destruction.”
Rae-Leon.Kitabı okudu
Tahmin etmiştim ama ben bile yuh diyorum artık.
I would have never let her go.
Leaving the Cobras midseason—yeah, that was never going to happen. When I made a commitment, I went all in.
Letting her divorce me? Also, never going to happen.
But I had needed a “come to Jesus” moment, where Blake realized she was just as in this as I was. That she couldn’t let go either.
And that…had required a little push.
So I’d hired an actress to pose as a divorce attorney, and I’d had a friend put together fake papers that had no legal validity. She could have signed those fucking things a million times and she still would have been married to me. If she had for some reason requested to take them to the courthouse herself…I had a plant in there too that would’ve pretended it was all real.
There’d been a million contingencies I’d had set up, but they all had one end goal…to get her back.
Ari.Kitabı okudu
The walking dead
"We've all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive. But we can still come back. We're not too far gone. We get to come back. I know...we all can change."
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
Did I know how many hundreds of thousands of sex slaves there were in the United States? Some come from Asia and the Balkans, but lots were American girls grabbed off the street, in subway stations, and at airports, or teenage runaways. They were kept doped and locked up, having to service thirty or more men a day, and if they refused they were given electric shocks; those poor things were invisible, disposable, worthless. There were places that specialized in sadism, where the clients could torture the girls however they wanted, whip them, rape them, even kill them, if they paid enough.
Amerika Birleşik Devletleri'nde kaç yüzbin seks kölesi olduğunu biliyor muydum? Bazıları Asya ve Balkanlar'dan geliyor, ancak çoğu da sokaktan, metro istasyonlarında ve havaalanlarında kaçırılan ya da genç kaçaklardan oluşan Amerikalı kızlardı. Günde otuz ya da daha fazla adama hizmet vermek zorunda oldukları için uyuşturulmuş ve kilit altında tutuluyorlardı ve eğer reddetmeleri halinde onlara elektrik şoku veriliyordu; o zavallı şeyler görünmezdi, kullanılıp atılabilirdi ve değersizdi. Sadizm konusunda uzmanlaşmış, müşterilerin kızlara istedikleri gibi işkence yapabilecekleri, onları kırbaçlayabilecekleri, tecavüz edebilecekleri, hatta yeterli para verirlerse öldürebilecekleri yerler vardı.
Sayfa 185Kitabı okudu
bol miktarda yumurta, biftek ve taze sebze içeren bir diyet
Bununla birlikte, tüm "sıradan kadınlar" sağlıklı, neşeli, iyimser bir tutuma ve iyi yapılmış giysilere sahip olsalardı, kozmetik endüstrisinin yok edilmesine doğru uzun bir yol kat edecekleri doğrudur. İyi bir sağlık, iyi bir vücut, temiz bir cilt, pırıl pırıl gözler, parlak saçlar - tüm bunlar öncelikle iyi bir diyetten gelir - çok fazla ekmek ve patatesten oluşan nişasta dolu bir diyet değil, bol miktarda yumurta, biftek ve taze sebze içeren bir diyet. Ve neşeli, iyimser bir tutum, geleceğe yönelik perspektifleri olan mutlu bir yaşamın ürünüdür. Kapitalizm tüm kadınlara bunları sağlayabilir mi?
[However, it is true that if all the ''ordinary women'' had good health, a buoyant, optimistic attitude, well-made clothing, it would go a long way toward the destruction of the cosmetics industry. Good health, a good figure, a clear skin, sparkling eyes, lustrous hair -all these things come first of ali from a good diet - not a starch-filled diet of too much bread and potatoes but a diet that includes plenty of eggs and steak and fresh vegetables. And a buoyant, optimistic attitude is the product of a happy life with perspectives for the future. Can capitalism give these things to all women?] Cosrnetics, Fashions, and tJıe Exploitation of Women
The alternation of day and night is merely a physical phenomenon, time is a question of being human and, frankly, how could I consider myself a human being, I who have only known thirty-nine people and all of them women? I think that time must have something to do with the duration of pregnancies, the growth of children, all those things that I haven't experienced. If someone spoke to me, there would be time, the beginning and end of what they said to me, the moment when I answered, their response. The briefest conversation creates time. Perhaps I have tried to create time through writing these pages. I begin, I fill them with words, I pile them up, and I still don't exist because nobody is reading them. I am writing them for some unknown reader who will probably never come – I am not even sure that humanity has survived that mysterious event that governed my life. But if that person comes, they will read them and I will have a time in their mind. They will have my thoughts in them. The reader and I thus mingled will constitute something living, that will not be me, because I will be dead, and will not be that person as they were before reading, because my story, added to their mind, will then become part of their thinking. I will only be truly dead if nobody ever comes, if the centuries, then the millennia go by for so long that this planet, which I no longer believe is Earth, no longer exists. As long as the sheets of paper covered in my handwriting lie on this table, I can become a reality in someone's mind. Then everything will be obliterated, the suns will burn out and I will disappear like the universe.
Sayfa 184Kitabı okudu
First of all, I don't get angry at anyone for no reason or want to break their heart because, as my grandmother said, breaking a heart is like destroying the most sacred place. Unfortunately or fortunately, I do not know the feeling of hate because I have loved all my life, but I did not hate anyone who made me angry and harmed us. I always
“I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.
I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is
