bitmiyor ayrılık, dinmiyor gönlümün hicran yarası
istanbuldan gitmenin en güzel yanı istanbula dönmek.
all bad poetry is sincere
istanbuldan gitmenin en güzel yanı istanbula dönmek.
we are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. he can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. i've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, i've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love...
when you say it's gonna happen "now"
well, when exactly do you mean ?
see i've already waited too long
and all my hope is gone.
A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them, they are who they have been throughout your whole relationship.
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Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.
Rilke
and if i only could,
i'd make a deal with god,
and i'd get him to swap our places,
be running up that road,
be running up that hill,
be running up that building.