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[beniyaralayamazsin]

Senin içinde akan hayat, benim içimde yanıyor.

[denizeyakin]

That is what migrations and relocations do to us: when you leave your home for unknown shores, you don’t simply carry on as before; a part of you dies inside so that another part can start all over again.

- Elif Shafak, The Island of Missing Trees

[denizeyakin]

He knew, even back then, that she was prone to bouts of melancholy. It came to her in successive waves, an ebb and flow. When the first wave arrived, barely touching her toes, it was so light and translucent a ripple that you might be forgiven for thinking it insignificant, that it would vanish soon, leaving no trace. But then followed another wave, and the next one, rising as far as her ankles, and the one after that covering her knees, and before you knew it she was immersed in liquid pain, up to her neck, drowning. That's how depression sucked her in.

- Elif Shafak, The Island of Missing Trees

[denizeyakin]

If you weep for all the sorrows in this world, in the end you will have no eyes

- Elif Shafak, The Island of Missing Trees

[denizeyakin]

The Execution of Lady Jane Grey

Paul Delaroche'un "Lady Jane Grey'in İdamı" (1833) tablosunu günlerdir inceliyorum, aklimdan çıkmak bilmiyor. Çaresizliğin getirdiği teslimiyet acı verici. Lady Jane Grey’in sessizliği bana ölümden çok iradesizliğin ağırlığını hatırlatıyor.