I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you. This is where I disagree with the philosophers. They talk about passionate things but there is no passion in them. Never talk happiness with a philosopher.
Sayfa 26
you're on your own kidAlıntı
Annesi için Mihye, ergenlik döneminde bile sorun çıkarmadan 'kendine yeten bir kız'dı. Bu yüzden annesine onunla da ilgilenmesini rahatlıkla söyleyemiyordu. Sebepsiz yere kırgınlığını ortaya koyarsa kendine yetebilen bir kız bile olamadığı için annesini hayal kırıklığına uğratacağından korkuyordu.
📚🔔 Tatil zili çaldı!
Bir yıl boyunca verilen emeklerin ardından şimdi dinlenme, keşfetme ve yeni maceralara atılma zamanı. 🌞
Bu yaz bol kahkahalı, bol anılı ve elbette bol kitaplı geçsin. Tüm öğrencilere keyifli tatiller diliyoruz! 💙📖
I’m made up of all my experiences up until this moment, do you understand?
Still I can't believe, what you need?
Kuralları çiğnemeden önce onları öğrenmen gerektiğini biliyordum, ama yazmak insana keyif getirmeliydi, değil mi?
Sayfa 33
"My youth began when I was 21. At least, that's when I decided it began. That was when I started to think that al those shiny things in life – some of them might possibly be for me.
If you think 21 sounds a bit late for youth to start, just think about the average dumb Chinese peasant, who leaps straight from childhood to middle age with nothing in between. If I was going to miss anything out, it was middle age. Be young or die. That was my plan."
“You forget that the attendants also saw you,” he remarked. “Cannot we trust our own eyes?”
“A common assumption, yet not always a strictly reliable one,” insinuated Carrados softly.
“I cannot be mistaken.”
“Then can you tell me, without looking, what colour Professor Bulge’s eyes are?”
There was a curious and expectant silence for a minute. The professor turned his back on the manager and the manager passed from thoughtfulness to embarrassment.
“I really do not know, Mr Carrados,” he declared loftily at last. “I do not refer to mere trifles like that.”
“Then you can be mistaken,” replied Carrados mildly yet with decision.
