“Çabalarımı büyük bir tutkuyla sürdürdüm ve çok sevdiğim bedenimi bir kenara bıraktım; zira hakikat Yolunu arıyordum.”
"I have carried out my endeavors with great passion, and cast aside the body that I so much love, in order to seek the Way."
Bazı hikâyeler tam tahmin ettiğin gibi ilerler. Bazılarıysa son sayfada tüm bildiklerini sorgulatır. 🤯
Ters köşeleri seviyorsan, seni sonuna kadar merakta bırakacak 3 kitap önerisini keşfetmeye hazır ol!
"Evlilikte erkeğin konumu büyüyüp koca olurken, kadınınki giderek küçülüp karıya dönüşür."
—William Conreve, The Way of the World
Hayat sigortası reklamlarının yaptığı tek şey, bu iktisadi kayıptan sonra, sistemin düzenini sağlama almadan ölmenin suç olduğunu ileri sürmektir; American way of death*
* Amerikan usulü ölüm.
Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see so clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet - for me, anyway - all that's worth living for lies in that charm?
Well—I have to say I personally have never drawn such a sharp line between ‘good’ and ‘bad’ as you. For me: that line is often false. The two are never disconnected. One can’t exist without the other. As long as I am acting out of love, I feel I am doing best I know how. But you—wrapped up in judgment, always regretting the past, cursing yourself, blaming yourself, asking ‘what if,’ ‘what if.’ ‘Life is cruel.’ ‘I wish I had died instead of.’ Well—think about this. What if all your actions and choices, good or bad, make no difference to God? What if the pattern is pre-set? No no—hang on—this is a question worth struggling with. What if our badness and mistakes are the very thing that set our fate and bring us round to good? What if, for some of us, we can’t get there any other way?