İnsanı ne öldürür? Durduk yerde, kazasız? Bir düşman. Üzüntüsünü iyi tanıyan biri.
What kills a person? An accident? An enemy out of the blue? Someone who knows their sorrows well.
“You assume, with your limited mind women only make two good things - wives and whores. I’m neither. What I am is a woman who has been freed from the shackles men like you had bound me to. What I am is a woman who knows that freedom thanks to two good men who've made me believe again.”
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“Marry me, Amara. Be my wife, be my dirty girl, be mine.”
“You’re a romantic.”
“Give me your dreams and your nightmares, your pleasure and your pain, your fantasies and your fears. Give me everything. Be my queen outside, and my filthy girl inside. And make me fucking yours, so everyone who looks at my ring knows I have you finally. Say yes, Amara.”
“What I am is a woman who has been freed from the shackles men like you had bound me to. What I am is a woman who knows that freedom thanks to two good men who’ve made me believe again.”
"Who knows what the fuck is going to happen from here, but in this moment, everything is perfect."
When the wind and rain comes in the night, who knows how many tears are shed…
"When you care about things, it ends up wearing you out." That was the words of someone who knows how scary it is to lose someone.
“Hold on to me, little muse. Quench this fucking thirsty rage inside me.” His words sound sinister in my neck. “You’re the only one who knows how.”
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"No one really knows me, I won't let them see behind my mask. I'm afraid of what will happen if I show people who I really am."
Who knows where the time goes ⸺
Kim bilebilir ki, zaman nereye gider ⸺
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'Perhaps she'll find it too. Out there, on the South China Sea, who knows? Perhaps she'll meet a traveller, in a port, in a hotel, who knows? She's become a romantic, you see? I had to let her go.'
“I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.
I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is
“Grave this on your memory, lad: A world is supported by four things....” She held up four big-knuckled fingers. “... the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing....” She closed her fingers into a fist. “... without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!”
Everyone who has ever been sick or has ever been on medication long-term knows that when you fix one thing chemically in your body, you give something else up. Look at the list of side effects. There is no magic pill for health.
