Eva'nın hayatı sen olmuşsun zaten Jacks
“What about you? Will we ever meet?”
“No.” And if Jacks felt anything about it, the emotion didn’t show.
“Will you still remember me?”
“Yes,” he said with equal indifference. “But I’ll make sure our paths never cross.”
“But you just said my life wouldn’t change.”
“It won’t.” He took another bite of his apple. “You’ll find another way to stop Luc’s wedding. Poison, I imagine.”
“That wasn’t what I was talking about.”
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Sickness crawls through my veins...
It was dark in the house, so dark I was sure he wasn’t home. And I jumped when the living room light clicked on and there he was, sitting on the couch. Relief in his gaze.
Beautiful as always.
And a liar.
“It’s all true, isn’t it?” I whispered as we locked eyes.
He stared at me warily, exhaustion marring his perfect features. I watched as the wariness faded into resolution.
“Yes. And I’d do it all again,” he swore. “I’d do anything to keep you.”
I nodded, a sick thrill rushing through me that didn’t make sense.
I’d do anything to keep you…
No one had ever seen every part of me and vowed to never let me go.
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“I didn’t want to kill myself. Yes, I’ve thought about it often, when the pain gets to be too much and I want it to just stop, but I still wouldn’t do it, because I’d regret it.”
He strokes my hand that’s beneath his. “I’ll make sure you never have those thoughts again.”
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[To Jon and Louise Webb]
March 1, 1964
(…) I remember once in some city in some cheap room, I believe it was St. Louis, yes, a hotel on the corner and the gas fumes of traffic going to work used to come up and choke my sick lazy lungs, and I’d send her out for beer or wine and she was trying to get me straight, trying to mother me or hang me or figure me, as all women will try to do, and she gave me this old bit: “Drinking is only escapism.” Sure, I told her, and thank old red-balled God it is, and when I fuck you, that is escapism too, you may not think it is, to you it might be living, now, let’s have a drink.
I wonder where she is now? A big fat black maid with the fattest biggest most loveliest legs in the universe and ideas about “escapism.”
He said the world 'home', despite the fact that he wasn't sure where 'home' was any more.
'So I won't see you again?
'Well, someday,yes.'
' I won't have anyone to talk to any more when you're gone.
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"It's a funny thing," said Rabbit, "how everything looks the same in a mist. Lucky we know the Forest so well, or we might get lost."
"Pooh!" Piglet whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you."
Hey, Mr Langford,' a muscle-bound man said. Is it true that the Mona Lisa is a picture of Da Vinci in drag?
I heard that was true.'
'It's quite possible,' Langdon said. 'Da Vinci was a prankster, and computerized analysis of the Mona Lisa and Da Vinci's self-portraits confirm some startling points of congruency
Sayfa 168 - Corgi
“Yes. He did that to you and it was awful. But when he left, he took himself away. He took a lot of important things but he didn’t take you. He didn’t take the best of you. I believe you’re more ready than you think,” Jaime said gently.
“I’m not sure,” I whispered.
“You will be,” she said. “Eventually.”
Kızlardan biri kaç yaşındasın diye sordu bana, 15 dedim. O da 73 doğumlu. Tim'le yaşıt. Tim'e sordu o senin kız arkadaşın mı dedi, Tim yes sure dedi. Tim kızlara Burçak'ın gözleri çok güzel değil mi dedi. Kızlar da içinde küçük bir yıldız var dediler.
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Say Yes To Heaven
"Onu o kadar uzun süre seveceğim ki,
Sonunda o da beni sevecek.
Theo, sen de ara sıra aşık olmuyor musun? Keşke olsan. İnan bana, hayatın küçük ıstıraplarının bile bir değeri var. İnsan kimi kez korkunç umutsuzluğa kapılıyor, sanki cehennemdeymiş gibi hissediyor kendini ama başka çok daha iyi şeyler de var işin içinde."
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The hardest question I have ever been asked is: “How do I stay alive for other people if I have no one?” The answer is that you stay alive for other versions of you. For the people you will meet, yes, sure, but also the people you will be.
"Do you need me to pose or something?" Gaz asked.
"Sure," she said, mostly to keep him busy while she drew. She tidied up his uniform, smoothing out his paunch, taking liberties with his chin. Most of the difference, however, had to do with the expression. Looking up, into the distance. With the right expression, that eye patch became noble, that scarred face became wise, that uniform became a mark of pride. She filled it in with some light background details reminiscent of that night beside the fires, when the people of the caravan had thanked Gaz and the others for their rescue.
She removed the sheet from the pad, then turned it toward him. Gaz took it reverently, running his hand through his hair. "Storms," he whispered. "Is that really what I looked like?"
"Yes," Shallan said. She could faintly feel Pattern as he vibrated softly nearby. A lie... but also a truth. That was certainly how the people Gaz saved had viewed him.
"Thank you, Brightness," Gaz said. "I... Thank you."
Ash's eyes! He actually seemed to be tearing up.
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