those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
"You could always smile because it is uncertain who will and when will fall in love to yours smile."
"Her zaman gülümsemelisin çünkü kimin ne zaman gülüşüne aşık olacağı belli değildir."
Ahmet Şerif İZGÖREN
"You could always smile because it is uncertain who will and when will fall in love to yours smile."
"Her zaman gülümsemelisin çünkü kimin ne zaman gülüşüne aşık olacağı belli değildir."
I soon learned to know this flower better. On the little prince’s planet the flowers had always been very simple. They had only one ring of petals; they took up no room at all; they were a trouble to nobody. One morning they would appear in the grass, and by night they would have faded peacefully away. But one day, from a seed blown from no one
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But it happened that after walking for a long time through sand, and rocks, and snow, the little prince at last came upon a road. And all roads lead to the abodes of men.
“Good morning,” he said.
He was standing before a garden, all a-bloom with roses.
“Good morning,” said the roses.
The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his flower.
“Who are you?” he demanded, thunderstruck.
“We are roses,” the roses said.
And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in all the universe. And here were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single garden!
“She would be very much annoyed,” he said to himself, “if she should see that . . . She would cough most dreadfully, and she would pretend that she was dying, to avoid being laughed at. And I should be obliged to pretend that I was nursing her back to life–for if I did not do that, to humble myself also, she would really allow herself to die. . .”
Then he went on with his reflections: “I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees–and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn’t make me a very great prince . . .”
And he lay down in the grass and cried.
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It was then that the fox appeared.
“Good morning,” said the fox.
“Good morning,” the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
“I am right here,” the voice said, “under the apple tree.”
“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.”
“I am a fox,” the
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Çocuğundan arda kalan Benim. Eski bir bebeklik resmimi buldum. Resimdeki ben değilim, bir başkası O. Pembe, şişman, henüz hastalık,yalnızlık nedir bilmeyen,
ağladığı zaman doyurulan, uzanan, kucağa alınan ve tekmeleyen fakat kimsenin canını yakmayan ve dilediği zaman gözlerini kapar kapamaz uyuyabilen biri O.
Öylece yatıp başının üstünde
you now, Peter. I’m really proud to say that I’m the only girl in this school who has been immunized to the charms of Peter Kavinsky. All because I had a really bad dose of you in seventh grade and most of eighth. Now I never ever have to worry about catching you again. What a relief! I bet if I did ever kiss you again, I would definitely catch something, and it wouldn’t be love. It would be an STD!
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Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi says...
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you, don't go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want, don't go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth across the doorsill, the door is round and open,
don't go back to sleep!
I would love to kiss you, the price of kissing is your life.
Now, my loving is
