But the old Connell, the one all his friends know: that person would be dead in a way, or worse, buried alive, and screaming under the earth.
My mind wanders down the road to Dellecher, and I wonder, will I recognize it? Maybe they’ve torn the Castle down, razed the trees to make room for real dormitories, and put up a fence to keep kids out of the lake. Maybe now it looks like a children’s summer camp, sterile and safe. Or maybe it, like Filippa, has hardly changed at all. I can still see it, lush and green and wild, in some tiny way enchanted, like Oberon’s wood, or Prospero’s island. There are things they don’t tell you about such magical places—that they’re as dangerous as they are beautiful. Why should Dellecher be any different?
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I had to remember that not everyone overthought everything the way I did.
Wouldn’t it be amazing to live like that? To not carry that burden around with you. To not feel constantly overwhelmed and overstimulated and second-guess every little thing.
buna gözlerimin dolması normal mi bilmiyorum ama olsun
I’d like to make you a peace offering. I think you probably want what every introvert wants—to be invited, even though you won’t come. Grabbing drinks with everyone is probably not your idea of a good time, but whenever we go to Mafi's, I’m going to invite you anyway. This is going to be my way of making this up to you. Know that you are welcome and wanted, and if you ever do decide to take me up on it, I will sit next to you at the bar and I won’t force you to make small talk with me and I won’t let drunk extroverts anywhere near you. This is my solemn vow. Zero drunk extroverts.
“Alone I go now, my disciples! You also should go now, and alone! Thus I want it.
Indeed, I counsel you to go away from me and guard yourselves against Zarathustra! And even better: be ashamed of him. Perhaps he deceived you.
The person of knowledge must not only be able to love his enemies, but to hate his friends too.
One repays a teacher badly if one always remains a pupil only. And why would you not want to pluck at my wreath?
You revere me, but what if your reverence falls down some day? Beware that you are not killed by a statue!
You say you believe in Zarathustra? But what matters Zarathustra! You are my believers, but what matter all believers!
You had not yet sought yourselves, then you found me. All believers do this; that’s why all faith amounts to so little.
Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you.
Indeed, with different eyes, my brothers, will I then seek my lost ones; with a different love will I love you then.
And one day again you shall become my friends and children of a single hope; then I shall be with you a third time, to celebrate the great noon with you.
And that is the great noon, where human beings stand at the midpoint of their course between animal and overman and celebrate their way to evening as their highest hope: for it is the way to a new morning.
Then the one who goes under will bless himself, that he is one who crosses over; and the sun of his knowledge will stand at noon for him. ‘Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live.’ – Let this be our last will at the great noon!”
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
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Her şeyin en iyisi olmak mı bencil ve özgür olmak mı?
He did. He’d always wanted to be good, for his mom and his team and in general. He didn’t want to let anybody down. He enjoyed doing his best, but watching Aiden go his wild way gave Harvard a sense of freedom, too.
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I knew from years of therapy that I was ruminating. That the encounter had probably been nothing to her, but to me it felt like the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened. A decade from now I’d be lying in bed and my eyes would fly open and I’d remember the incredulous way she’d looked at me.
Kendi sevgilisinden daha güzel bulması peki qwertyuıopğ
He could be glowing. That could be a halo around his head. This could be the world’s way of making an example out of irony. Because Warner is beautiful in ways even Adam isn’t.
Askeladd'ın son sözleri
Askeladd: Hurry up and finish me off. I am sorry about the wait. My life is yours now. I have used it all up, anyway. Not that I regret any of it. We are enemies, are we not?
Thorfinn: ...you are going to die...?
Askeladd: Do it quick. There is no time
Thorfinn: ...you think this is a joke...? This isn't how it's supposed to be!! Our fight wasn't supposed to end this way!! You can't do this to me!! You can't die!! Get up!! Stand up and fight me right now!! I am the one who's supposed to kill you, you son of a bitch!!
Askeladd: Honestly this is what I hate about kids haven't you given a thought to what you are going to live for after I am dead Thorfinn? Ha ha you haven't, have you? You are hopeless, you know that?
Thorfinn: Shut up none of your fucking business...
Askeladd: Move on Thorfinn. Don't hang on... to this petty bullshit your entire life... You have got to move on go further... You are the son of Thors so venture beyond the world he saw. That's your true battle. Be a true warrior... son of Thors...
"Lonely one, you go the way to yourself! And past you yourself leads your way and past your seven devils!
To your own self you will be heretic and witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy man and villain.
You must want to burn yourself up in your own flame: how could you become new if you did not first become ashes!
Lonely one, you go the way of the creator: you will create yourself a god out of your seven devils!"
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