“For alarmingly large chunks of an average day, I am a moron.”
― Fever Pitch
― Fever Pitch
“Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”
―
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”
―
“Aman, kendini asmış yüz kiloluk bir zenci,
Üstelik gece inmiş, ses gelmiyor kümesten;
Ben olsam utanırım, bu ne biçim öğrenci?
Hem dersini bilmiyor, hem de şişman herkesten.
İyi nişan alırdı kendini asan zenci,
Bira içmez ağlardı, babası değirmenci,
Sizden iyi olmasın, boşanmada birinci...
Çok canım sıkılıyor, kuş vuralım istersen.”
― Güneş Topla Benim İçin
Üstelik gece inmiş, ses gelmiyor kümesten;
Ben olsam utanırım, bu ne biçim öğrenci?
Hem dersini bilmiyor, hem de şişman herkesten.
İyi nişan alırdı kendini asan zenci,
Bira içmez ağlardı, babası değirmenci,
Sizden iyi olmasın, boşanmada birinci...
Çok canım sıkılıyor, kuş vuralım istersen.”
― Güneş Topla Benim İçin
“To the pain means this: if we duel and you win, death for me. If we duel and I win, life for you. But life on my terms. The first thing you lose will be your feet. Below the ankle. You will have stumps available to use within six months. Then your hands, at the wrists. They heal somewhat quicker. Five months is a fair average. Next your nose. No smell of dawn for you. Followed by your tongue. Deeply cut away. Not even a stump left. And then your left eye—"
And then my right eye, and then my ears, and shall we get on with it?" the Prince said.
Wrong!" Westley’s voice rang across the room. "Your ears you keep, so that every shriek of every child shall be yours to cherish—every babe that weeps in fear at your approach, every woman that cries 'Dear God, what is that thing?' will reverberate forever with your perfect ears.”
― The Princess Bride
And then my right eye, and then my ears, and shall we get on with it?" the Prince said.
Wrong!" Westley’s voice rang across the room. "Your ears you keep, so that every shriek of every child shall be yours to cherish—every babe that weeps in fear at your approach, every woman that cries 'Dear God, what is that thing?' will reverberate forever with your perfect ears.”
― The Princess Bride
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