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“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
―
―
“Dost
Bir gece habersiz bize gel
Merdivenler gıcırdamasın
Öyle yorgunum ki hiç sorma
Sen halimden anlarsın
Sabahlara kadar oturup konuşalım
Kimse duymasın
Mavi bir gökyüzümüz olsun kanatlarımız
Dokunarak uçalım.
insanlardan buz gibi soğudum,
işte yalnız sen varsın
Öyle halsizim ki hiç sorma
Anlarsın.”
―
Bir gece habersiz bize gel
Merdivenler gıcırdamasın
Öyle yorgunum ki hiç sorma
Sen halimden anlarsın
Sabahlara kadar oturup konuşalım
Kimse duymasın
Mavi bir gökyüzümüz olsun kanatlarımız
Dokunarak uçalım.
insanlardan buz gibi soğudum,
işte yalnız sen varsın
Öyle halsizim ki hiç sorma
Anlarsın.”
―
“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.”
―
―
“You sit at the edge of the world,
I am in a crater that's no more.
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door.
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,
Little fish rain from the sky.
Outside the window there are soldiers,
steeling themselves to die.
(Refrain)
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking for the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
When your heart is closed,
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,
Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.
The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more.
Lifting the hem of her azure dress,
She gazes --
at Kafka on the shore”
― Kafka on the Shore
I am in a crater that's no more.
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door.
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,
Little fish rain from the sky.
Outside the window there are soldiers,
steeling themselves to die.
(Refrain)
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking for the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
When your heart is closed,
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,
Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.
The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more.
Lifting the hem of her azure dress,
She gazes --
at Kafka on the shore”
― Kafka on the Shore
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