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“İyi insan masalına inanmıyorum, belki bir yerlerde vardır bir iyi insan, ama gőrmek gerek. Ben hiç gőrmedim. Ben de iyi degilim, kendimi aldatacak kadar yalancı olamam, hiç iyi bir insan sayılmam; iyi insana yer yoktur zaten dűnyada, bűtűn bu bizi saran, içimize işleyen, bize hayvanların bile yapamayacakları şeyleri yaptiran, kőtűlűk…”
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“No one really starts anything new, Mrs. Nemur. Everyone builds on other men's failures. There is nothing really original in science. What each man contributes to the sum of knowledge is what counts.”
― Flowers for Algernon
― Flowers for Algernon
“Beni bir gün unutacaksan, bir gün bırakıp gideceksen, boşuna yorma derdi; boş yere mağaramdan çıkarma beni. Alışkanlıklarımı özellikle yalnızlığa alışkanlığımı kaybettirme boşuna. Tedirgin etme beni. Bu sefer geride bir şey bırakmadım. Tasımı tarağımı topladım geldim. Neyim var neyim yoksa ortaya döktüm. Beni bırakırsan sudan çıkmış balığa dönerim. Bir kere çavuş olduktan sonra bir daha amelelik yapamayan zavallı köylüye dönerim. Beni uyandır.”
― Tutunamayanlar
― Tutunamayanlar
“You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you. You will walk
the same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods,
will turn gray in these same houses.
You will always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere else in the world.”
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find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you. You will walk
the same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods,
will turn gray in these same houses.
You will always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere else in the world.”
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