"Dum spiro, spero"
There's a light... Of what ?
Oh wait, is there any hope ?
Oh no, it's getting weaker and weaker
As my heart's sinking into deeper and deeper.
Shaking hands and trembling souls.
A leaf of tree falling down
The last laugh of a clown
As shallow.... and holes of horrors.
Oh wait, is there any man
Who's painting a leaf of life... But damn
Is this a man named Behrman ?
With whom a fading hope's glowing down,
As his own life's flickering candle reaches its end.
But Isn't life a labyrinth which is a dead end?
Shhh... Listen carefully to hear the violins
Crying out violence while singing of those lines
"Hope is a dangerous thing for me to have
But I have it......(Yet)
I have it......
Yet......."
“In one life we have known each other for years and are married . . .’ he said.
‘In most lives I don’t know you at all,’ she countered, now staring straight at him.
‘That’s so sad.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Really?’
‘Really.’ She smiled.
‘We’re special, Nora. We’re chosen. No one understands us.’
‘No one understands anyone. We’re not chosen.’
‘The only reason I am still in this life is because of you . . .’
She lunged forward and kissed him.”
We all wonder the point of life.. We are chasing it, trying to get it. But maybe this gets away us from the main point.. The all we have is now. While chasing the point of life, we are losing the only thing that we have in the life.Maybe we should focus on now more to understand life.
I hate this girl so much!
Something weird is happening to me. My chest is sore, and my eyes feel immense pressure, and they’re… wet. I think I might be crying for the first time in my life.
She opens the door, but I rush in front of her, blocking her exit as I drop to my knees and grab her hands. “Olivia,” I whisper clearly. “Please don’t leave me. Please stay with me.”
Her sadness is all over her face—she’s looking at me like I’m the one breaking her heart, her eyes following a tear as it slides down my cheek.
“Please,” I beg. “Accept my v-version of love. Pl-ease. I love you, Ol-l-l—”
Olivia doesn’t tell me she loves me back, or that she’ll stay. She just gives me a warm smile and pulls her hand away before squeezing past me.
Hayat büyük bir akıl oyunudur. Karşı oynadığınız tek kişi kendinizsiniz. Bu sürece sadık kalın ve yakında imkansız olduğunu düşündüğünüz şey hayatınızın her lanet gününde yaptığınız bir şey olacak.
Life is a big mind game. The only person you're playing against is yourself. Stick with this process and soon what you thought was impossible will be something you do every damn day of your life.
"Even in your folly and your contempt, you despisers of the body, you serve your self. I say to you: your self itself wants to die and turns away from life.
No longer is it capable of that which it wants most: to create beyond itself. This it wants most of all, this is its entire fervor.
But now it is too late for that, and so your self wants to go under, you despisers of the body.
Your self wants to go under, and for this reason you became despisers of the body! For you no longer are capable of creating beyond yourselves.
And that is why you are angry now at life and earth. There is an unknown envy in the looking askance of your contempt."
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Quanxi: There's this reporter on the morning news who's my type... I'd even buy the magazines she was in, things like that. One day she was exposed for lying about her age... After that, it was like the floodgates opened. Exposes on her ex-boyfriends and bad behavior aired on TV one after another. She kept appearing on the morning news regardles.. But I stopped watching that program. It wasn't that the reporter had changed. It was my brain that changed. The secret to leading a happy life in this world is that ignorance is bliss.
Türkçe / English Review
Kitabın diğer incelemelerini incelerken çoğu okurun eserden "Çocuk kitabı" diye bahsettiğini gördüm ve 
Çizgili Pijamalı Çocuk ile benzer bir karışıklılığa girdiğini fark ettim. Maalesef günümüzde eserlerin baş kahramanları çocuk olunca hemen çocuk kitabı etiketi yapıştırılıyor içeriği göz önünde bulundurulmadan. Çizgili Pijamalı Çocuk 'da olduğu gibi travmatik
Achilles come down
I see that a lot of people die, because they think that life wasn't worth to be lived. I see others that are, paradoxically, killed for ideas, for illusions, that they give them a reason to live (this, that we call reason to live is at the same time an excellent reason to die) 🎶
"...but the great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody."
Threnody in Othello's Ruined Tower
Our life is short, our art in vain, both they
Shall be one day with Ur, and buried clay.
Othello proud, now in decay, lays bare
Man's vanity, the Earth's protecting care;
With prostrate Salamis, they witness bear
Of trials and Time's crushing force and wear,
Where mopish owls hunt with defiant air,
And spiders weave their webs, in ruins there.
Some soon, some late, regardless of emotion
Inherit thus we must Earth's fatal potion.
Events like these are specks on Time's vast course,
Still, waves will break on reefs with ceaseless force;
For buds are cut, their fragrance still unknown,
And figs are picked when ripe, and fully grown;
When sounds Fate's final clarion-note of call,
The actors cease to play their destined role;
Some cheered, some grieved, at this prepost'rous play,
The crowd deceived retire; thus ends the day.
The Rhythm of the Seasons A Booklet of Poetry by Boghos P. Jelebjian
Printed by the Guebenlian Press, Nicosia
1941
You daughter of Zalım you!
It is only man's egoism which wants to keep woman like some buried treasure. All endeavors to introduce permanence in love, the most changeable thing in this changeable human existence, have gone shipwreck in spite of religious ceremonies, vows, and legalities. Can you deny that our Christian world has given itself over to corruption?" "But—" "But you are about to say, the individual who rebels against the arrangements of society is ostracized, branded, stoned. So be it. I am willing to take the risk; my principles are very pagan. I will live my own life as it pleases me. I am willing to do without your hypocritical respect; I prefer to be happy. The inventors of the Christian marriage have done well, simultaneously to invent immortality. I, however, have no wish to live eternally. When with my last breath everything as far as Wanda von Dunajew is concerned comes to an end here below, what does it profit me whether my pure spirit joins the choirs of angels, or whether my dust goes into the formation of new beings? Shall I belong to one man whom I don't love, merely because I have once loved him? No, I do not renounce; I love everyone who pleases me, and give happiness to everyone who loves me. Is that ugly?
No, it is more beautiful by far, than if cruelly I enjoy the tortures, which my beauty excites, and virtuously reject the poor fellow who is pining away for me. I am young, rich, and beautiful, and I live serenely for the sake of pleasure and enjoyment."
You will complete your mission in life when you figure out what your mission in life is.
Your purpose is to discover your purpose. This is not a paradox.
This is the way.
Compare yourself to your self yesterday
So, about that one sentence of advice: Don't feel behind. Two Roman historians recorded that when Julius Caesar was a young man he saw a statue of Alexander the Great in Spain and broke down in tears. "Alexander at my age had conquered so many nations, and I have all this time done nothing that is memorable," he supposedly said.
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