Ev Quotes

Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.

Ze'ev failed to mention he was in love with you." Scarlet could feel her cheeks turning as red as her hair. Thorne muttered, "How could you not tell?" Cinder kicked him.

You're the only one Ze'ev Kelsey. You'll always be the only one.

Like wildflowers; You must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

I type my password: IHATEJOSHUA4EV@. My previous passwords have all been variations on how much I hate Joshua. For Ever. His password is almost certainly IHateLucinda4Eva.

I want to wake up ev­ery day I have left to the warmth of your lips on mine, the sound of your voice singing next to me, the feel of your fin­gers on my skin and your heart beat­ing mu­sic with mine.

How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?

What,” Scarlet breathed, clutching the bouquet, “is this?” Wolf smiled around his canine teeth. “You are the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on.” Scarlet cocked her head. “And you look like you’re about to get married.” There was blatant amusement in her tone.

So, come on,” he said softly, taunting me. “What’s the plan here, Ev? How were you going to convince me?” “Oh. Well, I was um … I was going to seduce you, I guess. And see what happened. Yeah…” “How? By complaining about me buying you stuff?” “No. That was just an added bonus. You’re welcome.” He licked his lips, but I saw the smile. “Right. Come on then, show me your moves.” “My moves?” “Your seduction techniques. Come on, time’s a-wasting.” I hesitated and he clicked his tongue, impatient. “I’m only wearing a towel, baby. How hard can this be?

bir insan bir insanda başka bir hayatın kapısını görünce aşık olur. ne mutluluktur öte yandaki, ne de tadıyla meraklandıran bir acı. aşk diye buna denir: bir insan bir insanda tekinsiz bir ev görür. insan yarası yarasına denk geleni seviyor demek ki.

How do you write like tomorrow won’t arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write ev’ry second you’re alive? Ev’ry second you’re alive? Ev’ry second you’re alive?

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

Oh, bein' young ain't easy 'cos ev'rythin' you're puzzlin'n'anxin' you're puzzlin'n'anxin' it for the first time.

You’re a friend of Ev’s and Lauren’s. We talked. I tackled you. We rolled around on the floor together. It was a real bonding experience.

Ev­ery­thing you re­mem­ber is wrong.

I think that when every person in this room looks at Ze’ev and Scarlet, they don’t see a Lunar and an Earthen. We don’t see an agenda, or two people trying to make a statement. I think we see two people who were lucky enough to find each other in this vast universe, and they weren’t going to let any boundaries of distance or race or even physiological tampering get in the way of a happy life together.

Trust not yourself; but your defects to know, Make use of ev'ry friend—and ev'ry foe.

There is a Hand to turn the time, Though thy Glass today be run, Till the Light hath brought the Towers low Find the last poor Preterite one . . . Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road, All through our crippl'd Zone, With a face in ev'ry Mountainside And a Soul in ev'ry stone Now Everybody -

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.

Let me clue you in on something. You don’t have to make sense. You just have to want to be together and be willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. It’s amazingly simple. That’s love, Ev, putting each other first.

Dani," Decker said firmly. "Trust me, this is not a dream." "Why is it you men always say trust me before spitting out something completely unpalatable?" she asked, irritation flickering through her. "Vampires aren't supposed to be real. And how come you had to be a cute vampire? You should be a dog. All evil, vile people should look as ugly as they are inside." "We aren't ev--" Decker halted his denial, and then did something she hadn't yet seen him do and lifted his lips in a very rare-and in her opinion, totally inappropriate-grin as he asked, "You think I'm cute?

They're the perfect loving fam'ly, so adoring... And I love them ev'ry day of ev'ry week. So my son's a little shit, my husband's boring, And my daughter, though a genius, is a freak.

Every one has the right to refute any opinion. But no one has the right to prevent its expression.

TO EXPERIENCE THE BITTERNESS OF LIFE, IS ONE OF THE GREATEST EXPERIENCE TO SUCCESS(SUCCEED)

Wolf took Scarlet’s hands into his, as tenderly as he would pick up an injured butterfly, and slid the band onto her finger. His voice was rough and wavering as he recited—“I, Ze’ev Kesley, do hereby claim you, Scarlet Benoit, as my wife and my Alpha. Forevermore, you will be my mate, my star, my beginning of everything.” He smiled down at her, his eyes swimming with emotion. Scarlet returned the look, and though Wolf’s expression teetered between proud and bashful, Scarlet’s face contained nothing but joy. “You are the one. You have always been, and you will always be, the only one. Scarlet took the second ring—a significantly larger version of the same unadorned band—and pressed it onto Wolf’s finger. “I, Scarlet Benoit, do hereby claim you, Ze’ev Kesley, as my husband and my Alpha. Forevermore, you will be my mate, my star, my beginning of everything. You are the one. You have always been, and you will always be, the only one.” Wolf folded his hands around hers. From where she sat, Cinder could see that he was shaking. Kai grinned. “By the power given to me by the people of Earth, under the laws of the Earthen Union and as witnessed by those gathered here today, I do now pronounce you husband and wife.” He spread his hands in invitation. “You may kiss your—” Wolf wrapped his arms around Scarlet’s waist, lifting her off the floor, and kissed her before Kai could finish. Or maybe she kissed him. It seemed mutual, as her hands wound through his disheveled hair. The room exploded with cheers, everyone launching to their feet to congratulate the still-kissing couple. Scarlet had lost one of her red shoes. “I’ll get the champagne,” said Thorne, heading toward the kitchen. “Those two are going to be thirsty when they finally come up for air.

Who claims Truth, Truth abandons. History is hir'd, or coerc'd, only in Interests that must ever prove base. She is too innocent, to be left within the reach of anyone in Power,- who need but touch her, and all her Credit is in the instant vanish'd, as if it had never been. She needs rather to be tended lovingly and honorably by fabulists and counterfeiters, Ballad-Mongers and Cranks of ev'ry Radius, Masters of Disguise to provide her the Costume, Toilette, and Bearing, and Speech nimble enough to keep her beyond the Desires, or even the Curiosity, of Government.

By tomorrow at this time, I think you're going to have a much better idea of what crazy is. -- Ev Hillman

Karım düşündüğü için, ev işlerini de ben görüyordum albayım. Çok düşünceli kadındı: Durmadan düşünürdü.

The Doors The End This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end of our elaborate plans The end of ev'rything that stands The end No safety or surprise The end I'll never look into your eyes again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need of some strangers hand In a desperate land Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain There's danger on the edge of town Ride the king's highway Weird scenes inside the goldmine Ride the highway West baby Ride the snake Ride the snake To the lake To the lake The ancient lake baby The snake is long Seven miles Ride the snake He's old And his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here and we'll do the rest The blue bus is calling us The blue bus is calling us Driver, where you taking us? The killer awoke before dawn He put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived And then he paid a visit to his brother And then he walked on down the hall And he came to a door And he looked inside Father? Yes son I want to kill you Mother, I want to............. Come on, baby, take a chance with us Come on, baby, take a chance with us Come on, baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end

TODD: The history of the world, my love -- LOVETT: Save a lot of graves, Do a lot of relatives favors! TODD: Is those below serving those up above! LOVETT: Ev'rybody shaves, So there should be plenty of flavors! TODD: How gratifying for once to know BOTH: That those above will serve those down below!

Uzaktaki sevilen, yosunlu deniz kokar. Rengi turkuvazdır. "Anne özlemi" fırından yeni çıkmış ev kurabiyesi kokar. Rengi yeşildir. "Baba özlemi" tütün kokar. Bu özlem deve tüyü rengindedir.

Foreigners are sending messages to the planets. We are sending rice and cereals to our dead fore-father through the Brahmins. It is a wise deed?

Most ev­ery­thing else I know is from the mess­es these peo­ple leave be­hind.

Demekê yê were ku di navbera temaşevanbûn û piratîkê de divê yekê bibêjêrî... Ev pîvana mirovbûnê ye!

Death doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints, It takes, and it takes, and it takes And we keep living it takes And we keep living anyway. We rise and we fall And we break, And we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm still alive When ev'ryone who loves me has died I'm willing to wait for it. I'm willing to wait for it.

Dear friends,” Kai began, “we are gathered today to witness and to celebrate the union between Wo—er, Ze’ev Kesley and Scarlet Benoit. Though we are a small gathering, it’s clear that the love we feel for this bride and groom would span to Luna and back.

In preparing for this ceremony," Kai said, setting the bouquet on the mantel behind him, "I did some research and learned that the word Alpha has held many meanings across history. Alpha can refer to the first of something," said Kai, "or the beginning of everything. It can be attributed to a particularly powerful or charismatic person, or it can signify the dominant leader in a pack of animals, most notably, of course, wolves." His serious expression tweaked briefly into a teasing smile. "It has meanings in chemistry, physics, and even astronomy, where it describes the brightest star in a constellation. But it seems clear that Ze’ev and Scarlet have created their own definition for the word, and their relationship has given this word a new meaning for all of us. Being an Alpha means that you’ll stand against all adversity to be with your mate. It means accepting each other, both for your strengths and your flaws. It means forging your own path to happiness and to love.

Then all you can do is get lost in the tiny de­tails of ev­ery day do­ing the same tasks over and over.

Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...

Here in the bath­room with me are ra­zor blades. Here is io­dine to drink. Here are sleep­ing pills to swal­low. You have a choice. Live or die. Ev­ery breath is a choice. Ev­ery minute is a choice. To be or not to be.

evet kimsesizdik ama umudumuz vardı üç ev görsek bir şehir sanıyorduk üç güvercin görsek meksika geliyordu aklımıza caddelerde gezmekten hoşlanıyorduk akşamları kadınların kocalarını aramasını seviyorduk sonra şarap içiyorduk kırmızı yahut beyaz bilir bilmez geyikli gece yüzünden

Ev­ery last minute of my life has been pre­or­dained, and I’m sick and tired of it.

The truth is noth­ing new ev­er hap­pens.

Çarenivîsa mirov ev e; Ku di seranserî temenê xwe da rencê bikişîne Da ku bikare bijî, Bijî Û bijî Heta ku bikare bimire!

Ayaklarımızın altında bir zemin yok artık. Bir çatımız da. Gelecek yok. Geçmişin izleriyse çoktan silinmeye başladı. Aşk, bize bu sonsuz boşlukta ev olacak tek şey.

Only education, self-respect and rational qualities will uplift the down-trodden.

The sunset was spectacular, and they were safe in the minibus with the students from Estonia who were on their way to Salzburg for the Sound of Music tour. Jonah sat up front with girls and led a sing-along. Who would have guessed that the hip-hop star knew all the words to "Climb Ev'ry Mountain"?

Till the end of my life, I shall never canvas for a vote. I shall not even expect a word of praise from any quarter.

You don’t have to con­trol ev­ery­thing,” she says. “You can’t con­trol ev­ery­thing.

Ev­ery­thing they be­lieved in turned out to be wrong.

Ev’n the sick and the poor deserve healthcare. Ev’n the sick and the poor deserve respect.

Hello, Scarlet,” said Maha, composing herself enough to smile. “Ze’ev failed to mention he was in love with you.” Scarlet could feel her cheeks turning as red as her hair. Thorne

Acts have consequences, Dixon, they must. These Louts believe all's right now,-- that they are free to get on with Lives that to them are no doubt important,-- with no Glimmer at all of the Debt they have taken on. That is what I smell'd,-- Lethe-Water. One of the things the newly-born forget, is how terrible its Taste, and Smell. In Time, these People are able to forget ev'rything. Be willing but to wait a little, and ye may gull them again and again, however ye wish,-- even unto their own Dissolution. In America, as I apprehend, Time is the true River that runs 'round Hell.

If the Palestinian people really wish to decide that they will battle to the very end to prevent partition or annexation of even an inch of their ancestral soil, then I have to concede that that is their right. I even think that a sixty-year rather botched experiment in marginal quasi-statehood is something that the Jewish people could consider abandoning. It represents barely an instant in our drawn-out and arduous history, and it's already been agreed even by the heirs of Ze'ev Jabotinsky that the whole scheme is unrealizable in 'Judaea and Samaria,' let alone in Gaza or Sinai. But it's flat-out intolerable to be solicited to endorse a side-by-side Palestinian homeland and then to discover that there are sinuous two-faced apologists explaining away the suicide-murder of Jewish civilians in Tel Aviv, a city which would be part of a Jewish state or community under any conceivable 'solution.' There's that word again...

Har­ri­son had start­ed out wor­ried that Cor­rie would shoot Mary Rose be­cause the wom­an was as crazy as ev­ery­one said she was, but by the time the one-​sid­ed con­ver­sa­tion was fin­ished, his con­cern had changed. Now he couldn't fig­ure out why Cor­rie didn't shoot her just to shut her up.

Why is it that we honor the Great Thieves of Whitehall, for Acts that in Whitechapel would merit hanging? Why admire one sort of Thief, and despise the other? I suggest, 'tis because of the Scale of the Crime.--What we of the Mobility love to watch, is any of the Great Motrices, Greed, Lust, Revenge, taken out of all measure, brought quite past the scale of the ev'ryday world, approaching what we always knew were the true Dimensions of Desire. Let Antony lose the world for Cleopatra, to be sure,--not Dick his Day's Wages, at the Tavern.

I, Scarlet Benoit, do hereby claim you, Ze’ev Kesley, as my husband and my Alpha. Forevermore, you will be my mate, my star, my beginning of everything. You are the one. You have always been, and you will always be, the only one.” Wolf

The great Creator to revere Must sure become the creature; But still the preaching cant forbear, And ev'n the rigid feature: Yet ne'er with wits profane to range Be complaisance extended;An atheist laugh's a poor exchange For deity offended.

My feet they are sore, and my limbs they are weary; Long is the way, and the mountains are wild; Soon will the twilight close moonless and dreary Over the path of the poor orphan child. Why did they send me so far and so lonely, Up where the moors spread and gray rocks are piled? Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only Watch o'er the steps of a poor orphan child. Ye, distant and soft, the night-breeze is blowing, Clouds there are none, and clear starts beam mild; God, in His mercy, protection is showing, Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child. Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing, Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled, Still will my Father, with promise and blessing, Take to his bosom the poor orphan child. There is a thought that for strength should avail me; Thought both of shelter and kindred despoiled; Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me; God is a friend to the poor orphan child.

Denizin üzerinde, kibrit kutularından bir ev kur bana. Tuzlu su, bütün kibrit uçlarını sakinleştirir. Yangınsız, tutkusuz, şehvetsiz kalırız öylece. Belki, işte belki o zaman aşık oluruz ikimiz, sen bana, ben sana.

I don’t ex­pect you to un­der­stand,” Adam says. “You’re still the eight-​year-​old sit­ting in school, sit­ting in church, be­liev­ing ev­ery­thing you’re told. You re­mem­ber pic­tures in books. They planned how you’d live your whole life. You’re still asleep.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found. False Eloquence, like the Prismatic Glass, Its gawdy Colours spreads on ev’ry place; The Face of Nature was no more Survey, All glares alike, without Distinction gay: But true Expression, like th’ unchanging Sun, Clears, and improves whate’er it shines upon, It gilds all Objects, but it alters none.

Ten years ago, he was the hard­work­ing salt of the earth. All he want­ed was to go to Heav­en. Sit­ting here to­day, ev­ery­thing that he worked for in the world is lost. All his ex­ter­nal rules and con­trols are gone.

Peo­ple are look­ing for how to put ev­ery­thing to­geth­er. They need a uni­fied field the­ory that com­bines glam­our and ho­li­ness, fash­ion and spir­itu­al­ity. Peo­ple need to rec­on­cile be­ing good and be­ing good-​look­ing.

Because, as I would always tell myself so many years later, lying here in my bed: You can't start out again in life, that's a carriage ride you only take once, but with a book in your hand, no matter how confusing and perplexing it might be, once you've finished it, you can always go back to the beginning; if you like, you can read it through again, in order to figure out what you couldn't understand before, in order to understand life, isn't that so, Fatma?

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd; Labour and rest, that equal periods keep; "Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;" Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n, Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n. Grace shines around her with serenest beams, And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams. For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms, And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes, For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring, For her white virgins hymeneals sing, To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away, And melts in visions of eternal day.

Man treats woman as his own property and not as being capable of feelings, like himself.

Tis long since I beheld that eye Which gave me bliss or misery; And I have striven, but in vain, Never to think of it again: For though I fly from Albion, I still can only love but one. As some lone bird, without a mate, My weary heart is desolate; I look around, and cannot trace One friendly smile or welcome face, And ev'n in crowds am still alone, Because I cannot love but one. And I will cross the whitening foam, And I will seek a foreign home; Till I forget a false fair face, I ne'er shall find a resting-place; My own dark thoughts I cannot shun, But ever love, and love but one.

sanem hanım. sanem. evlen benimle sanem. kadınım ol benim. yasadıgım tüm acıları, yaptıgım bütün kötülükleri, pismanlıklarımı, hatalarımı akla. basına çiçekten taçlar yapayım, sana siirler yazayım, seni her gece masallar anlatarak uyutayım. bazı aksamlar dvd’de film seyredelim seninle. birlikte hüzünlenelim, birlikte gülelim. sanat galerileri gezelim. sen benden daha çok anla modern sanatı. gördügümüz eserlerin ne anlama geldigini açıkla bana, ben basımı sallayayım. ah ben ne aptalmısım! nasıl olup da varlıgından kuskuya düsmüsüm? oysa hayat denen bu yaranın seni bulmak dısında ne anlamı olabilirdi ki? bak simdi her sey ne kadar açık görünüyor oysa. ilk görüste aska inanırsın, degil mi sanem? evet, çok dogru. ben de baska türlüsüne inanmam zaten. biliyor musun sanem, ben seni hep severim. her gün daha çok severim. bak mesela pencerenin önüne bir kus konar ben seni severim, bir tren yolculugunda pencereden dısarı bakarken derme çatma bir ev gözüme çarpar ben seni severim, burnuma eskilerden, hangi uzak hatıraya ait oldugunu bir türlü çıkaramadıgım bir koku çarpar ben seni severim, kafama kus sıçar ben yine seni severim… anlıyor musun beni? sonra ben bazen biraz fazla kıskanç olabilirim. diyelim yazlık bir yere gitmisizdir de, bir aksam sen çok hos bir tunik giymissindir, oradaki bütün erkekler bayılır sana, hemen asık olur. ben mesela tunik nedir onu bile bilmeden kıskançlıktan çatlayabilirim böyle bir durumda. ama belli etmem. ama sen yine de sezersin. öyle bir laf edersin ki ben, benden baska hiç kimseye bakmayacagını anlarım. o kadar da incesindir. bir de bir iyilik rica edecegim senden. gözlerine o elem ifadesini yükleyen alçagın adını söyle bana. söyle ki, ona hemen düello sahitlerimi göndereyim. silah seçimini o yapsın. evet. utanarak kabul ediyorum ki, bunu bir yerde okudum. ama ne fark eder? bütün siirler, romanlar senin için yazılmadı mı zaten? sarkılar senin için söylenmedi mi? masumların kanı senin için akmadı mı? ruhum hep seni aradı benim sanem. hep seni arar. milyonlarca yıl geçsin, sistemler çöksün, günesler patlasın benim ruhum seni arar. ve biliyor musun sanem, bulur da. simdi buldugu gibi bulur. seni seviyorum. seni seviyorum. seni seviyorum.

Do you still—” He scratched behind his ear. “Do you still want me to come back with you? Now that I’m … that I…” He sucked in a quick breath. “Do you still want me?” Wolf seemed like he was in pain. Actual pain. Her heart softened. “Wol—” She paused and swallowed. “Ze’ev.” His

With all the lit­tle facts we learned, we nev­er had the time to think. None of us ev­er con­sid­ered what life would be like clean­ing up af­ter a stranger ev­ery day. Wash­ing dish­es all day. Feed­ing a stranger’s chil­dren. Mow­ing a lawn. All day. Paint­ing hous­es. Year af­ter year.

[I] threw open the door to find Rob sit­ting on the low stool in front of my book­case, sur­round­ed by card­board box­es. He was seal­ing the last one up with tape and string. There were eight box­es - eight box­es of my books bound up and ready for the base­ment! "He looked up and said, 'Hel­lo, dar­ling. Don't mind the mess, the care­tak­er said he'd help me car­ry these down to the base­ment.' He nod­ded to­wards my book­shelves and said, 'Don't they look won­der­ful?' "Well, there were no words! I was too ap­palled to speak. Sid­ney, ev­ery sin­gle shelf - where my books had stood - was filled with ath­let­ic tro­phies: sil­ver cups, gold cups, blue rosettes, red rib­bons. There were awards for ev­ery game that could pos­si­bly be played with a wood­en ob­ject: crick­et bats, squash rac­quets, ten­nis rac­quets, oars, golf clubs, ping-​pong bats, bows and ar­rows, snook­er cues, lacrosse sticks, hock­ey sticks and po­lo mal­lets. There were stat­ues for ev­ery­thing a man could jump over, ei­ther by him­self or on a horse. Next came the framed cer­tificates - for shoot­ing the most birds on such and such a date, for First Place in run­ning races, for Last Man Stand­ing in some filthy tug of war against Scot­land. "All I could do was scream, 'How dare you! What have you DONE?! Put my books back!' "Well, that's how it start­ed. Even­tu­al­ly, I said some­thing to the ef­fect that I could nev­er mar­ry a man whose idea of bliss was to strike out at lit­tle balls and lit­tle birds. Rob coun­tered with re­marks about damned blue­stock­ings and shrews. And it all de­gen­er­at­ed from there - the on­ly thought we prob­ably had in com­mon was, What the hell have we talked about for the last four months? What, in­deed? He huffed and puffed and snort­ed and left. And I un­packed my books.

No­body wants to wor­ship you if you have the same prob­lems, the same bad breath and messy hair and hang­nails, as a reg­ular per­son. You have to be ev­ery­thing reg­ular peo­ple aren’t. Where they fail, you have to go all the way. Be what peo­ple are too afraid to be. Be­come whom they ad­mire.

I'll have enough books when they fill my room like the stars fill the sky.

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—

İçki, sevgili,ev, aile, arkadaş, eğlence, dünya işleri, bir aralık fikir bile... Hepsi, hepsi zarına iğne batırılmış, cigara tutulmuş kırmızı, yeşil, sarı, turuncu balonlara döndüğü günlerimiz olur. Her şey rengini, uçarlığını, sevincini lahzada boşaltır. Öyle zamanlarımız olmamasına imkan mı vardır? Balonlarına hiç iğne batırılmayan insanlar da yaşıyor. Onları gün olur kıskanır, gün olur küçük görürüm.

Hermione,’ said Hagrid. ‘What about her?’ said Ron. ‘She’s in a righ’ state, that’s what. She’s bin comin’ down ter visit me a lot since Chris’mas. Bin feelin’ lonely. Firs’ yeh weren’ talking to her because o’ the Firebolt, now yer not talkin’ to her because her cat—’ ‘—ate Scabbers!’ Ron interjected angrily. ‘Because her cat acted like all cats do,’ Hagrid continued doggedly. ‘She’s cried a fair few times, yeh know. Goin’ through a rough time at the moment. Bitten off more’n she can chew, if yeh ask me, all the work she’s tryin’ ter do. Still found time ter help me with Buckbeak’s case, mind.… She’s found some really good stuff fer me…reckon he’ll stand a good chance now…’ ‘Hagrid, we should've helped as well—sorry—’ Harry began awkwardly. ‘I’m not blamin’ yeh!’ said Hagrid, waving Harry’s apology aside. ‘Gawd knows yeh’ve had enough ter be gettin’ on with. I’ve seen yeh practicin’ Quidditch ev’ry hour o’ the day an’ night—but I gotta tell yeh, I thought you two’d value yer friend more’n broomsticks or rats. Tha’s all.’ Harry and Ron exchanged uncomfortable looks. ‘Really upset, she was, when Black nearly stabbed yeh, Ron. She’s got her heart in the right place, Hermione has, an’ you two not talkin’ to her—

Ze’ev Kesley, do hereby claim you, Scarlet Benoit, as my wife and my Alpha. Forevermore, you will be my mate, my star, my beginning of everything.” He smiled down at her, his eyes swimming with emotion. Scarlet returned the look, and though Wolf’s expression teetered between proud and bashful, Scarlet’s face contained nothing but joy. “You are the one. You have always been, and you will always be, the only one.” Scarlet

The terms `Husband' and `Wife' are inappropriate. They are only companions ad partners. One does not slave for other. They both have equal status.

I was trying to think of something to say that would sound more meaningful, but when you get down to it, words aren't very useful at baring our souls, they're just something else to hide behind.

Swift is her walk, more swift her winged haste: A monstrous phantom, horrible and vast. As many plumes as raise her lofty flight, So many piercing eyes inlarge her sight; Millions of opening mouths to Fame belong, And ev'ry mouth is furnish'd with a tongue, And round with list'ning ears the flying plague is hung. She fills the peaceful universe with cries; No slumbers ever close her wakeful eyes; By day, from lofty tow'rs her head she shews, And spreads thro' trembling crowds disastrous news; With court informers haunts, and royal spies; Things done relates, not done she feigns, and mingles truth with lies. Talk is her business, and her chief delight To tell of prodigies and cause affright.

I want to say a word to the Brahmins: In the name of God, religion, sastras you have duped us. We were the ruling people. Stop this life of cheating us from this year. Give room for rationalism and humanism.

Man treats woman as his own property and not as being capable of feelings, like himself. The way man treats women is much worse than the way landlords treat servants and the high-caste treat the low-caste. These treat them so demeaningly only in situations mutually affecting them; but men treat cruelly and as slaves, from their birth till death.

Decide for yourselves as to what you should thing of those who say there is God, that he is the preserver of justice and that he is the protector of all, even after seeing the practice of untouchablity in the form of man being banned from human sight and contact, from walking into the streets, from entering the temples and drawing water from a tank, is rampant in the land, and yet that land is not spared from being razed by an earthquake, burnt by the fiery lava of a volcano, engulfed in a deluge from the ocean, submerged in the chasm of the earth, or fragemented by thunder-storm.

So I telled her my 'maginin's o' places from old books'n'pics in the school'ry. Lands where the Fall'd never falled, towns bigger'n all o' Big I. an' towers o' stars'n'suns blazin' higher'n Mauna Kea, bays of not jus' one Prescient Ship but a mil'yun, Smart boxes what make delish grinds more'n anyun can eat, Smart Pipes what gush more brew'n anyun can drink, places where it's always spring an' no sick, no knucklyin' an' no slavin'. Places where ev'ryun's a beautsome purebirth who lives to be one hun'erd'n'fifty years.

[...] δεν υπάρχει ούτε Θεός ούτε άλλος κόσμος, ο άλλος κόσμος είναι ένα χοντρό, απαίσιο ψέμα αυτών που θέλουν να μας επιβάλλονται, να μας εξουσιάζουν. Για ν' αποδείξουμε την ύπαρξη του Θεού, δεν έχουμε τίποτα εκτός από σχολαστικές ανοησίες. Το μόνο που μας μένει είναι η αντικειμενική πραγματικότητα και τα γεγονότα, [...].

You can’t start out again in life, that’s a carriage ride you only take once, but with a book in your hand, no matter how confusing and perplexing it might be, once you’ve finished it, you can always go back to the beginning; if you like, you can read it through again, in order to figure out what you couldn’t understand before, in order to understand life.

Konu fakirlik, ölüm, acı, ayrılık, kötülük, aşk ya da kederse insan çoğu zaman ya genelgeçer laflar eder ya da Atay'ın "aptalca" demekten çekinmeyeceği bir biçimde duygulanır; Hikmet'in dediği gibi "kalabalık yerlerde ağlayan sarhoşlara" döner. Ağzından basmakalıp şeyler çıkar; kendini, daha kötüsü anlatmak istediği şeyi gülünç duruma düşürüverir. Çünkü insan böyle şeylerden söz ederken başkaları ya aldırmazlar ya da insanı istemediği kadar ciddiye alırlar. Çünkü insan anlatınca küçük düşer, yanlış anlaşılır, çünkü bazı kötü hatıralar insanın aklından kelime olarak çıkmıştır ama görüntü olarak kalmaya devam eder, çünkü kelimeler o görüntüyü hiçbir zaman tam olarak anlatamaz, çünkü içinde kötülüğün olduğu bir dünyayı, içinde kötülüğün olduğu bir dünyaya içinde kötülük barındıran bir dille anlatmak zordur. İşte Atay'ın konusu bütün bunlardır. Tutunamayanlar'da Selim bu yüzden ağzından çıkan kelimelerin altında ezilir; büyük kelimelerden kaçınır, büyük kelimeler kullandığını görür. Bu yüzden "bazı durumları anlatmak ne kadar zor" der Turgut, "söylemek yapmaktan zor", der Hikmet, "bütün hayatımı kelimeler uğruna harcadım, içi boş kelimeler uğruna," der, kelimelerden kuşkuya düşer: "Kelimeler, albayım, bazı anlamlara gelmiyor. 'Kelimeler, albayım, hangi anlama geliyor?

Alpha can refer to the first of something," said Kai, "or the beginning of everything. It can be attributed to a particularly powerful or charismatic person, or it can signify the dominant leader in a pack of animals, most notably, of course, wolves." His serious expression tweaked briefly into a teasing smile. "It has meanings in chemistry, physics, and even astronomy, where it describes the brightest star in a constellation. But it seems clear that Ze'ev and Scarlet have created their own definition for the word, and their relationship has given this word a new meaning for all of us. Being an Alpha means that you'll stand against all adversity to be with your mate. It means accepting each other, both of your strengths and your flaws. It means forging your own path to happiness and to love.

To her the earth was composed of hardships and insults. She felt instant admiration for a man who openly defied it. She thought that if the grim angel of death should clutch his heart, Pete would shrug his shoulders and say, "Oh, ev'ryt'ing goes." She anticipated that he would come again shortly. She spent some of her week's pay in the purchase of flowered cretonne for a lambrequin. She made it with infinite care, and hung it to the slightly careening mantel over the stove in the kitchen. She studied it with painful anxiety from different points in the room. She wanted it to look well on Sunday night when, perhaps, Jimmie's friend would come. On Sunday night, however, Pete did not appear. Afterwards the girl looked at it with a sense of humiliation. She was now convinced that Pete was superior to admiration for lambrequins.

In her last weeks, she had mo­ments of lu­cid­ity, and I cher­ished them when I was around to talk to her. One of these con­ver­sa­tions hap­pened when it was just me and her in the hos­pi­tal room. ‘I sus­pect you will never have a hus­band,’ she said, look­ing at me in­tently from her bed. ‘Would you be up­set if that hap­pened?’ I asked. ‘Your mother would be,’ she said, then low­ered her voice. ‘But I think you would be wise not to.’ This sur­prised me as I had al­ways thought that she and my grand­fa­ther had been very happy to­gether. ‘Why do you say that?’ I asked. Her hand, spot­ted in soft-brown splodges, the rails of her bones pro­trud­ing, flapped gen­tly at me to take it. I cupped it in both of mine. ‘You have a home that is yours,’ she said. ‘And your own money. Don’t you?’ ‘I have a bit of money, yes.’ ‘And you have your ed­u­ca­tion. And you have your ca­reer.’ I nod­ded. ‘Then you have ev­ery­thing,’ she said.

R’bin,” he said, giving up and gazing down at her. “R’bin, d’you know wadda kairos mo…” He hiccoughed. “Mo…moment is?” “A kairos moment?” she repeated, hoping against hope it was not something sexual, something that she would not be able to forget afterwards, especially as the kebab shop owner was listening in and smirking behind them. “No, I don’t. Shall we go back to the office?” “You don’t know whadditis?” he asked, peering at her. “No.” “ ’SGreek,” he told her. “Kairos. Kairos moment. An’ it means,” and from somewhere in his soused brain he dredged up words of surprising clarity, “the telling moment. The special moment. The supreme moment.” Oh please, thought Robin, please don’t tell me we’re having one. “An’ d’you know what ours was, R’bin, mine an’ Charlotte’s?” he said, staring into the middle distance, his unlit cigarette hanging from his hand. “It was when she walk’d into the ward—I was in hosp’tal f’long time an’ I hadn’ seen her f’two years—no warning—an’ I saw her in the door an’ ev’ryone turned an’ saw her too, an’ she walked down the ward an’ she never said a word an,” he paused to draw breath, and hiccoughed again, “an’ she kissed me aft’ two years, an’ we were back together. Nobody talkin’. Fuckin’ beautiful. Mos’ beaut’ful woman I’ve ’ver seen. Bes’ moment of the whole fuckin’—’fmy whole fuckin’ life, prob’bly. I’m sorry, R’bin,” he added, “f’r sayin’ ‘fuckin’.’ Sorry ’bout that.” Robin felt equally inclined to laughter and tears, though she did not know why she should feel so sad.

Beceriksiz ve korkak bir hayvandır. İnsan boyunda olanları bile vardır. İlk bakışta, dış görünüşüyle, insana benzer.Yalnız, pençeleri ve özellikle tırnakları çok zayıftır. Dik arazide, yokuş yukarı hiç tutunamaz. Yokuş aşağı, kayarak iner. (Bu arada sık sık düşer).Tüyleri yok denecek kadar azdır. Gözleri çok büyük olmakla birlikte, görme duygusu zayıftır. Bu nedenle tehlikeyi uzaktan göremez. Erkekleri, yalnız bırakıldıkları zaman acıklı sesler çıkarırlar.Dişilerini de aynı sesle çağırırlar. Genellikle başka hayvanların yuvalarında (onlar dayanabildikleri sürece) barınırlar. ya da terkedilmiş yuvalarda yaşarlar. Belirli bir aile düzenleri yoktur. Doğumdan sonra ana, baba ve yavrular ayrı yerlere giderler. Toplu olarak yaşamayı da bilmezler ve dış tehlikelere karşı birleştikleri görülmemiştir. Belirli bir beslenme düzenleri de yoktur. Başka hayvanlarla birlikte yaşarken onların getirdikleri yiyeceklerle geçinirler.Kendi başlarına kaldıkları zaman genellikle yemek yemeyi unuturlar. Bütün huyları taklit esasına dayandığı için, başka hayvanların yemek yediğini görmezlerse, acıktıklarını anlamazlar. (Bu sırada çok zayıf düştükleri için avlanmaları tavsiye edilmez). İçgüdüleri tam gelişmemiştir. Kendilerini korumayı bilmezler. Fakat -gene taklitçilikleri nedeniyle- başka hayvanların dövüşmesine özenerek kavgaya girdikleri olur. Şimdiye kadar hiçbir tutunamayanın bir kavgada başka bir hayvanı yendiği görülmemiştir. Bununla birlikte, hafızaları da zayıf olduğu için, sık sık kavga ettikleri, bazı tabiat bilginlerince gözlemlenmiştir. (Aynı bilginler, kavgacı tutunamaynların sayısının gittikçe azaldığını söylemektedirler).Din kitapları, bu hayvanları yemeyi yasaklamışsa da gizli olarak avlanmakta ve etleri kaçak olarak satılmaktadır. Tutunamayanları avlamak çok kolaydır. Anlayışlı bakışlarla süzerseniz hemen yaklaşırlar size. Ondan sonra tutup öldürmek işten bile değildir. İnsanlara zararlı bazı mikroplar taşıdıkları tespit edildiğinden, belediye sağlık müdürlüğü de tutunamayan kesimini yasak etmiştir. Yemekten sonra insanlarda görülen durgunluk, hafif sıkıntı, sebebi bilinmeyen vicdan azabı ve hiç yoktan kendini suçlama gibi duygulara sebep oldukları, hekimlerce ileri sürülmektedir. Fakat aynı hekimler, tutunamayanların bu mikropları, kasaplık hayvanlara da bulaştırdıklarını ve bu sıkıntılardan kurtulmanın ancak et yemekten vazgeçmekle sağlanabileceğini söylemektedirler.Hayvan terbiyecileri de tutunamayanlarla uzun süre uğraşmış ve bunları sirklerde çalıştırmak istemişlerdir. Fakat bu hayvanların, beceriksizlikleri nedeniyle hiçbir hüner öğrenemediklerini görünce vazgeçmişlerdir. Ayrıca birkaç sirkte halkın karşısına çıkarılan tutunamayanlar, onları güldürmek yerine mahzun etmişlerdir. (Halk gişelere saldırarak parasını geri istemiştir). Filden sonra, din duygusu en kuvvetli hayvan olarak bilinir. Öldükten sonra cennete gideceği bazı yazarlarca ileri sürülmektedir. Fakat toplu, ya da tek gittikleri her yerde hadise çıkardıkları için, bunun pek mümkün olmayacağı sanılmaktadır.Başları daima öne eğik gezdikleri için, çeşitli engellere takılırlar ve her tarafları yara bere içinde kalır. Onları bu durumda gören bazı yufka yürekli insanlar, tutunamayanları ev hayvanı olarak beslemeyi denemişlerdir. Fakat insanlar arasında barınmaları -ev düzenine uyamamaları nedeniyle- çok zor olmaktadır. Beklenmedik zamanlarda sahiplerine saldırmakta ve evden kovulunca da bir türlü gitmeyi bilmemektedirler. Evin kapısında günlerce,acıklı sesleriyle bağırarak ev sahibini canından bezdirmektedirler.(Bir keresinde, ev sahibi dayanamayıp kaçmışsa da,tutunamayan, sahibini kovalayarak, gittiği yerdedeonarahat vermemiştir

For those who are not familiar with 'the Saturnian configuration', the theory, bizarre in the extreme, can be reduced to its simplest form by positing that the planets Saturn, Venus, Mars and Earth were once much closer to each other. [..] I make no apologies here for the fact that this theory was constructed on the basis of the mytho-historical record rather than from astrophysical considerations. [..] The reconstruction of this model, together with its attendant event-filled scenario, is the fruit of decades of research - first by David Talbott and myself, later by Ev Cochrane and now Wallace Thornhill. For me, the impetus for this derived directly from the writings of Dr Immanuel Velikovsky, even though it led to the complete abandonment of Velikovsky's own scenario. It has often been stated by those who now oppose Velikovsky's Worlds in Collision cosmic scheme that the good doctor might have been incorrect in details but correct in his overall reconstruction. As the years went by, I came to the opposite conclusion and now claim that Velikovsky was correct in details but entirely wrong in his overall presentation. He had the pieces correct but, unfortunately, displaced them in time.

It is Never Too Late to Mend." Since it can never be too late To change your life, or else renew it, Let the unpleasant process wait Until you are compelled to do it. The State provides (and gratis too) Establishments for such as you. Remember this, and pluck up heart, That, be you publican or parson, Your ev'ry art must have a start, From petty larceny to arson; And even in the burglar's trade, The cracksman is not born, but made. So, if in your career of crime, You fail to carry out some "coup", Then try again a second time, And yet again, until you do; And don't despair, or fear the worst, Because you get found out at first. Perhaps the battle will not go, On all occasions, to the strongest; You may be fairly certain tho' That He Laughs Last who laughs the Longest. So keep a good reserve of laughter, Which may be found of use hereafter. Believe me that, howe'er well meant, A Good Resolve is always brief; Don't let your precious hours be spent In turning over a new leaf. Such leaves, like Nature's, soon decay, And then are only in the way. The Road to—-well, a certain spot, (A Road of very fair dimensions), Has, so the proverb tells us, got A parquet-floor of Good Intentions. Take care, in your desire to please, You do not add a brick to these. For there may come a moment when You shall be mended willy-nilly, With many more misguided men, Whose skill is undermined with skilly. Till then procrastinate, my friend; "It Never is Too Late to Mend!

I skanked deep on Wolt's pipe an' four days march from our free Windward to Kona Leeward seemed like four mil'yun, yay, babbybies o' blissweed cradled me that night, then the drummin' started up, see ev'ry tribe had its own drums. Foday o' Lotus Pond Dwellin' an' two-three Valleysmen played goatskin'n'pingwood tom-toms, an' Hilo beardies thumped their flumfy-flumfy drums an' a Honokaa fam'ly beat their sash-krrangers an' Honomu folk got their shell-shakers an' this whoah feastin' o' drums twanged the young uns' joystrings an' mine too, yay, an' blissweed'll lead you b'tween the whack-crack an' boom-doom an' pan-pin-pon till we dancers was hoofs thuddin' an' blood pumpin' an' years passin' an' ev'ry drumbeat one more life shedded off me, yay, I glimpsed all the lifes my soul ever was till far-far back b'fore the Fall, yay, glimpsed from a gallopin' horse in a hurrycane, but I cudn't describe 'em 'cos there ain't the words no more but well I mem'ry that dark Kolekole girl with her tribe's tattoo, yay, she was a saplin' bendin' an' I was that hurrycane, I blowed her she bent, I blowed harder she bent harder an' closer, then I was Crow's wings beatin' an' she was the flames lickin' an' when the Kolekole saplin' wrapped her willowy fingers around my neck, her eyes was quartzin' and she murmed in my ear, Yay, I will, again, an' yay, we will, again.

Rea­sons Why I Loved Be­ing With Jen I love what a good friend you are. You’re re­ally en­gaged with the lives of the peo­ple you love. You or­ga­nize lovely ex­pe­ri­ences for them. You make an ef­fort with them, you’re pa­tient with them, even when they’re side­tracked by their chil­dren and can’t pri­or­i­tize you in the way you pri­or­i­tize them. You’ve got a gen­er­ous heart and it ex­tends to peo­ple you’ve never even met, whereas I think that ev­ery­one is out to get me. I used to say you were naive, but re­ally I was jeal­ous that you al­ways thought the best of peo­ple. You are a bit too anx­ious about be­ing seen to be a good per­son and you def­i­nitely go a bit over­board with your left-wing pol­i­tics to prove a point to ev­ery­one. But I know you re­ally do care. I know you’d sign pe­ti­tions and help peo­ple in need and vol­un­teer at the home­less shel­ter at Christ­mas even if no one knew about it. And that’s more than can be said for a lot of us. I love how quickly you read books and how ab­sorbed you get in a good story. I love watch­ing you lie on the sofa read­ing one from cover-to-cover. It’s like I’m in the room with you but you’re in a whole other gal­axy. I love that you’re al­ways try­ing to im­prove your­self. Whether it’s running marathons or set­ting your­self chal­lenges on an app to learn French or the fact you go to ther­apy ev­ery week. You work hard to be­come a bet­ter ver­sion of your­self. I think I prob­a­bly didn’t make my ad­mi­ra­tion for this known and in­stead it came off as ir­ri­ta­tion, which I don’t re­ally feel at all. I love how ded­i­cated you are to your fam­ily, even when they’re an­noy­ing you. Your loy­alty to them wound me up some­times, but it’s only be­cause I wish I came from a big fam­ily. I love that you al­ways know what to say in con­ver­sa­tion. You ask the right ques­tions and you know ex­actly when to talk and when to lis­ten. Ev­ery­one loves talk­ing to you be­cause you make ev­ery­one feel im­por­tant. I love your style. I know you think I prob­a­bly never no­ticed what you were wear­ing or how you did your hair, but I loved see­ing how you get ready, sit­ting in front of the full-length mir­ror in our bed­room while you did your make-up, even though there was a mir­ror on the dress­ing ta­ble. I love that you’re mad enough to swim in the English sea in No­vem­ber and that you’d pick up spi­ders in the bath with your bare hands. You’re brave in a way that I’m not. I love how free you are. You’re a very free per­son, and I never gave you the sat­is­fac­tion of say­ing it, which I should have done. No one knows it about you be­cause of your bor­ing, high-pres­sure job and your stuffy up­bring­ing, but I know what an ad­ven­turer you are un­der­neath all that. I love that you got drunk at Jack­son’s chris­ten­ing and you al­ways wanted to have one more drink at the pub and you never com­plained about get­ting up early to go to work with a hang­over. Other than Avi, you are the per­son I’ve had the most fun with in my life. And even though I gave you a hard time for al­ways try­ing to for al­ways try­ing to im­press your dad, I ac­tu­ally found it very adorable be­cause it made me see the child in you and the teenager in you, and if I could time-travel to any­where in his­tory, I swear, Jen, the only place I’d want to go is to the house where you grew up and hug you and tell you how beau­ti­ful and clever and funny you are. That you are spec­tac­u­lar even with­out all your sports trophies and mu­sic cer­tifi­cates and in­cred­i­ble grades and Ox­ford ac­cep­tance. I’m sorry that I loved you so much more than I liked my­self, that must have been a lot to carry. I’m sorry I didn’t take care of you the way you took care of me. And I’m sorry I didn’t take care of my­self, ei­ther. I need to work on it. I’m pleased that our break-up taught me that. I’m sorry I went so mental. I love you. I always will. I'm glad we met.

- Az mı buluyorusunuz intiharları? - Hem de çok az. - İnsanları kendilerini öldürmekten alıkoyan ne sizce? - Henüz... tam bilmiyorum... iki boş inanç alıkoyuyor sanki, iki şey; yalnızca iki şey; bunlardan biri çok küçük, öbürü çok büyük, yalnız küçük olan da çok büyük. - Küçüğü ne? - Acı. - Acı mı? Bu olayda bu kadar önemli olabilecek bir şey mi acı? - Birinci derecede önemlidir. İki tür intihar vardır: Bir büyük bir acı ya da öfkenin etkisiyle intihar edenler; iki çıldırıp intihar edenler. Bunlar aniden bitirirler işlerini. Acıyı pek düşünmezler. Birdenbire biter her şey. Ama bu işi bir de aklı başında, bilinçli olarak yapanlar vardır... bunlar çok düşünür. ... - Acı çekmeden ölmenin hiç yolu yok mu? - Kocaman bir ev büyüklüğünde bir kaya düşünün; dedi - Kaya havada asılı duruyor ve siz onun tam altındasınız. Bu kaya üzerinize... başınızın üzerine düşse... acı duyar mısınız? - Ev büyüklüğünde bir kaya mı? Korkunç bir şey olacağı kesin. - Korku değil sözünü ettiğim acı duyar mıydınız? - Dağ gibi bir kaya... on binlerce tonluk bir ağırlık... Hiç acı duymazdım heralde. - Ama kaya üzerinizde asılı durdukça hep dehşet içinde olurdunuz. Bundan korkmayacak kimse yoktur. Dünyanın en büyük bilgini de korkar, en büyük doktoru da. Acı duymayacağını bilmesine karşın herkes yine de ya düşerse diye acıyla kıvranırdı. - İkinci neden nedir? Büyük olanı? - Öbür dünya. - Yani ceza olarak mı? - Fark etmez. Öbür dünya işte, yalnızca öbür dünya. - Peki ya öbür dünyaya inanmayan ateistler? Yine Karşılık vermedi. - Yaşamakla yaşamamak arasında hiçbir fark kalmadığında özgürlüğüne kavuşur insan. Herkes için amaç budur. - Amaç mı? O zaman kim yaşamak ister ki? - Hiç kimse. - dedi kararlılıkla - Hayat acıdır; hayat korkudur ve insanoğlu mutsuzdur. Bugün yalnızca acı ve korku var. İnsanoğlu hayatı seviyor, çünkü acıyı ve korkuyu seviyor. Buna da uygun yaşıyor. Acı ve korkuya karşılık olarak verilmiştir hayat; hep aldanılan yer burası. Bugünkü insan, o insan değil daha. Ama bir gün o yeni insan gelecek: yaşamakla yaşamamak arasında hiçbir fark görmeyen mutlu gururlu, yeni insan. Acıyı ve korkuyu kim alt ederse o Tanrı olacak. Öbür tanrı artık olmayacak. - O zaman... size göre öbür tanrı var? - Hayır yok: Ama var da aslında. Taşın kendisinde acı yoktur; Ama taştan duyulan korkuda acı vardır. Acıyı ve korkuyu alt eden Tanrı olur. bu yepyeni bir hayat, yepyeni bir insan demektir, her şeyin yeni olması demektir. - Yaşamakla yaşamamak arasında bir fark kalmayacağına göre herkes kendini öldürecektir... alın size değişim. - Bunun bir önemi yok. O aldanmayı öldürecekler. Asıl özgürlüğü, asıl bağımsızlığı isteyen kişi kendini öldürmeye cesaret etmek zorundadır... Kendini öldürmeye cesaret eden kişi aldanmanın da sırrına ermiş demektir. Özgürlükte varılabilecek son noktadır bu; bunun ötesinde hiçbir şey yoktur. kendini öldürmeye cesaret edebilen Tanrı'dır. Bugün herkes bunu yapabilir ve böylece Tanrı'yı yok edebilir, böylece her şeyi yok edebilir. Ama bunu daha kimse yapmadı. - Milyonlarca insan kendini öldürdü. - Ama onların hepsi korkularından öldürdüler kendilerini. Korkuyu öldürmek için değil. Korkuyu öldürmek için, kendini öldüren Tanrı olur. Kirillov / Bay G___v.

She was the first close friend who I felt like I’d re­ally cho­sen. We weren’t in each other’s lives be­cause of any obli­ga­tion to the past or con­ve­nience of the present. We had no shared his­tory and we had no rea­son to spend all our time to­ gether. But we did. Our friend­ship in­ten­si­fied as all our friends had chil­dren – she, like me, was un­con­vinced about hav­ing kids. And she, like me, found her­self in a re­la­tion­ship in her early thir­ties where they weren’t specif­i­cally work­ing to­wards start­ing a fam­ily. By the time I was thirty-four, Sarah was my only good friend who hadn’t had a baby. Ev­ery time there was an­other preg­nancy an­nounce­ment from a friend, I’d just text the words ‘And an­other one!’ and she’d know what I meant. She be­came the per­son I spent most of my free time with other than Andy, be­cause she was the only friend who had any free time. She could meet me for a drink with­out plan­ning it a month in ad­vance. Our friend­ship made me feel lib­er­ated as well as safe. I looked at her life choices with no sym­pa­thy or con­cern for her. If I could ad­mire her de­ci­sion to re­main child-free, I felt en­cour­aged to ad­mire my own. She made me feel nor­mal. As long as I had our friend­ship, I wasn’t alone and I had rea­son to be­lieve I was on the right track. We ar­ranged to meet for din­ner in Soho af­ter work on a Fri­day. The waiter took our drinks or­der and I asked for our usual – two Dirty Vodka Mar­ti­nis. ‘Er, not for me,’ she said. ‘A sparkling wa­ter, thank you.’ I was ready to make a joke about her un­char­ac­ter­is­tic ab­sti­nence, which she sensed, so as soon as the waiter left she said: ‘I’m preg­nant.’ I didn’t know what to say. I can’t imag­ine the ex­pres­sion on my face was par­tic­u­larly en­thu­si­as­tic, but I couldn’t help it – I was shocked and felt an un­war­ranted but in­tense sense of be­trayal. In a de­layed re­ac­tion, I stood up and went to her side of the ta­ble to hug her, un­able to find words of con­grat­u­la­tions. I asked what had made her change her mind and she spoke in va­garies about it ‘just be­ing the right time’ and wouldn’t elab­o­rate any fur­ther and give me an an­swer. And I needed an an­swer. I needed an an­swer more than any­thing that night. I needed to know whether she’d had a re­al­iza­tion that I hadn’t and, if so, I wanted to know how to get it. When I woke up the next day, I re­al­ized the feel­ing I was ex­pe­ri­enc­ing was not anger or jeal­ousy or bit­ter­ness – it was grief. I had no one left. They’d all gone. Of course, they hadn’t re­ally gone, they were still my friends and I still loved them. But huge parts of them had dis­ap­peared and there was noth­ing they could do to change that. Un­less I joined them in their spa­ces, on their sched­ules, with their fam­i­lies, I would barely see them. And I started dream­ing of an­other life, one com­pletely re­moved from all of it. No more chil­dren’s birth­day par­ties, no more chris­ten­ings, no more bar­be­cues in the sub­urbs. A life I hadn’t ever se­ri­ously con­tem­plated be­fore. I started dream­ing of what it would be like to start all over again. Be­cause as long as I was here in the only Lon­don I knew – mid­dle-class Lon­don, cor­po­rate Lon­don, mid-thir­ties Lon­don, mar­ried Lon­don – I was in their world. And I knew there was a whole other world out there.