If the World Was Ending .. JPMüzik
..kalbimi parçalamadan seni nasıl anımsayabilirim ki, sonsuza dek birlikte olamayacağımızı biliyorduk..
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If you can explain grief by words this would be the closest.Alıntı
“Under every breath he felt an unberable throb of grief rending the qi that knitted his spirit to his flesh and bones and organs,so it felt like the very fabric of himself was being wrenched apart”
-He Who Drowned The World (page 14)
Was mich nicht umbringt, macht mich stärker.
Beni öldürmeyen şey, beni güçlendirir.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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Friedrich Nietzsche
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"You walked, by chance, into a life I wasn't proud of, and from that day something started to change. I have breathed better, I have hated less, I have freely admired what was meant to be.
Before you, without you, I adored nothing.
With you, I have accepted more things, I have learned to live. That's probably why I've always mixed my love with so much gratitude."
// Albert Camus to Maria Casarés Correshandence
FIG TREE
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
- Sylvia Plath
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