Before I left at dawn I drew the lines of her hand on a piece of paper and gave it to Diva Sahibi for a
reading so I could know her soul. She said: A person who says only what she thinks. Perfect for manual labor.
She's in contact with someone who has died and from whom she expects help, but she's mistaken: the help she's
looking
"In these dreams it's always you:
the boy in the sweatshirt,
the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me
from jumping off the bridge."
e-kitap olarak okuyorum.
"All of you who are in love with hectic work and whatever is fast, new, strange – you find it hard to bear yourselves, your diligence is escape and the will to forget yourself."
On the Preachers of DeathKitabı okuyor
"And you too, for whom life is hectic work and unrest: are you not very weary of life? Are you not very ripe for the sermon of death?
All of you who are in love with hectic work and whatever is fast, new, strange – you find it hard to bear yourselves, your diligence is escape and the will to forget yourself.
If you believed more in life, you would hurl yourself less into the moment. But you do not have enough content in yourselves for waiting – not even for laziness!
Everywhere sounds the voice of those who preach death: and the earth is full of people to whom departure from life must be preached."
On the Preachers of DeathKitabı okuyor
"You still feel noble, and the others who grudge you and give you the evil eye, they still feel your nobility too. Know that a noble person stands in everyone’s way.
A noble person also stands in the way of the good: and even when they call him a good man, they do so in order to get rid of him.
The noble person wants to create new things and a new virtue. The good person wants old things, and for old things to be preserved.
But it is not the danger of the noble one that he will become a good person, but a churl, a mocker, an.annihilator.
Oh, I knew noble people who lost their highest hope. And then they slandered all high hopes. Then they lived churlishly in brief pleasures, scarcely casting their
goals beyond the day.
‘Spirit is lust too’ – so they spoke. Then the wings of their spirit broke, and now it crawls around and soils what it gnaws.
Once they thought of becoming heroes: now they are libertines. To them the hero is grief and ghastliness.
But by my love and hope I beseech you: do not throw away the hero in your soul! Hold holy your highest hope!”
On the Tree on the MountainKitabı okuyor
“This tree stands here lonely on the mountain; it grew high beyond humans and animals.
And if it wanted to speak, it would have no one who understood it: so high it grew.
Now it waits and waits – but for what does it wait? It lives too near the clouds’ abode: it waits for the first lightning bolt?”
On the Tree on the MountainKitabı okuyor
Mükemmel evlilik teklifi-emrivakisi.
He pulled something out of his jacket and I began to reconsider the possibility that I was dreaming, or hallucinating, when he got down on one knee. A few wolves who were walking across the corridor gave us some strange glances, but they didn’t say a word. “Say ‘yes.’ And remember, I can make you.” He said it in a wry tone, but the look in his eyes made me doubt he was entirely joking.
"It is true: we love life not because we are accustomed to life but because we are accustomed to love.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
And even to me, one who likes life, it seems butterflies and soap bubbles and whatever is of their kind among human beings know most about happiness."
On Reading and WritingKitabı okuyor
Denji: Same goes for all assasins who came to kill me. If I'd known their circumstances, learned what kinda people they were then I probably would felt grappy when they died. There are some things you gotta know, and some things it's better to stay in the dark about.
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.
