You are ‘the best of cutthroats’. Do not start;
The phrase is Shakespeare’s and not misapplied.
War’s a brain-spattering, windpipe-slitting art,
Unless her cause by right be sanctified.
If you have acted once a generous part,
The world, not the world’s masters, will decide.
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Gerçek şu ki, en iyi intikam hiçbir şey aramamak ve bu enerjiyi kendi sağlığınıza ve gelişiminize harcamak, ihmal ettiğiniz kişisel hedeflerinize öncelik vermek ve kendinize ait tutkulu, müreffeh ve tatmin edici bir gelecek yaratmak için çalışmaktır.
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You are worlds that spin in orbit,
a star who rose and fell;
infinity summoned for audit—
a penny toss in the wishing well.
In real life and the wired humankind is connecting. That's how societies are born. You must open your mind, Lain, make a try to get friends. You can communicate between two worlds. There's nothing to be afraid of.
Just like a bird
That sings up the sun
In a dawn so very dark
Such is my faith for you
Such is my faith
And all the world’s darkness
Can’t swallow up
One single spark
Such is my love for you
When a woman gets out of a bad marriage, what does she get? Applause! Cheers, flowers, congratulations. Everyone is so proud of her for taking charge of her life and getting away from that awful beast. Friends throw parties, support groups gush all over her, self-esteem oozes from her pores. But what happens when a man decides to leave his wife? Just the opposite! Everyone rushes to the wife’s side. Overnight, a nice guy becomes a creep, a cheat, a crook. Judges punish you, friends desert you, the world condemns you.
It doesn’t matter if your wife was the world’s worst woman – unbearable and loathsome. It simply doesn’t matter. It’s like this: When a woman wants out, she’s good; when a man wants out, he’s bad.
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Bir kadın kötü bir evlilikten çıktığında eline ne geçer? Alkış! Şerefe, çiçekler, tebrikler. Hayatının sorumluluğunu üstlendiği ve o korkunç canavardan uzaklaştığı için herkes onunla gurur duyuyor. Arkadaşları partiler veriyor, destek grupları onun her yanından fışkırıyor, özgüveni gözeneklerinden sızıyor. Peki bir adam karısını terk etmeye karar verirse ne olur? Tam tersi! Herkes karısının yanına koşuyor. İyi bir adam bir gecede bir sürüngene, sahtekara, dolandırıcıya dönüşür. Yargıçlar seni cezalandırır, arkadaşların seni terk eder, dünya seni kınar.
Karınızın dünyanın en kötü kadını, dayanılmaz ve iğrenç olması önemli değil. Bunun hiçbir önemi yok. Şöyle: Bir kadın çıkmak istediğinde iyidir; bir adam dışarı çıkmak istediğinde kötüdür.
Sayfa 17Kitabı okudu
“The domestics. They are the others who straddle both worlds, other birds, dogs, turtles, cows, goats, sheep, snakes, rabbits—and yes, even cats. The domestics are the last of your kind, and they will be the very last of mankind’s legacy. Buildings are crumbling, paper is disintegrating, mold and bacteria are quiet conquerors, and the soil is claiming back what is hers. The forces of The Whole have been contained and controlled for too long, and when those who break free from their cages do so they will not do it quietly. Humankind’s stories in paint and ink and machine and structures that reach for the sun, they will all go. What is left is you. Millions of domestics have died, but there are still many, many more, stuck and abandoned and looking for a savior. Growth and evolution depend on our changing relationship to the beings around us. If you want to help mankind, this is what you must do. It is your choice, Crow.”
