“ Lions Are The Prey Of Deer “
“ Lions are the prey of deer “
“…And there are Arab women on the trip They deceive the hearts of the alert They misled me, so I followed the devil of desire Women are the traps of Satan I didn't know before the dawn broke Lions are the prey of deer”
By: Mahmoud Sami Al-Baroudi
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"Eğer kaderinse, bütün dünya karşı da gelse kavuşursunuz."
"You should be more careful"
More careful? Do you know what’s the big difference between you and I, dear brother? I have no fear. and you’re consumed by it. Why don't you have a little chat with god? Ask him why he turned you into a sheep and me into a wolf.
Look Milena,
"I love you the most." I say, but maybe that's not true love.
If i say, "You are a knife, and I always pierce myself with that knife", maybe I would be explaining true love.
And Milena, I can bear anything with you in my heart.
| Franz Kafka
"Yorgunluğumu tüm geniş omuzlardan çıkardım
ve başımı arabanın camına yaslamayı seçtim."
I am a strange woman
I could not fit into the streets inside me nor could i accept the outside world. I had walls that i built in desperation, locked myself in the rooms of isolation.
I am afraid that the feelings that have accumulated in me will suddenly explode and scatter me into granules.
If you want to befriend me, you will have to endure many things.
love is out of fashion
poets have killed love they wrote so many things about it that no one believes them anymore i thinks it's very normal because true lovers suffer and remain silent.
Bir anı hatırlayıp gülen, sonra o anın sahibini kaybettiğini anlayan biri için en kötü duygu
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you
It would have left
it’s shores
It’s shells
And followed me
- Nizar Qabbani
I want to write a letter of resignation,
a letter in which I apologize for not being able to fulfill my duties to others and to myself. To be said that he/she was here, but they left and never came back.
I want everyone to wait for me, without ever returning.
Painting by - Martin Brado
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
˜ Shakespeare
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