The tragedy of Dionysus: Wear a black robe at night, and white you’ll wear by morning; but wear a purple robe to the midnight feast, and when you wake you’ll dress in black to mourn...

Çünkü akıl maddeyi güzelleştirir bilgi aklı parlatır.

Why the Romans, Father?” I asked him one afternoon. “Because, my child, they teach us how to bear suffering in a world of injustice where all faith is dead,” he answered.

We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, We take to smoke divine and wine.If breath of sun does belch its heat,we boil coffee...

Dün akşam yemekte, kocam bana Türk korsanlarından söz etti, savaş ortamından yararlanıp İspanyol gemilerini tutsak alıyorlarmış.- Korkmadığımı mı sanıyorsun?

Who is better off? The one who writes to revel in the voluptuousness of the life that surrounds them? Or the one who writes to escape the tediousness of that which awaits them outside? Whose...

If you love my work, you are a good critic. If you do not love my work, you are a ‘not good’ critic.

Dacă nu-i vezi lacrimile unui om, nu înseamnă că el nu pl nge pe ascuns în sufletul lui.

I regained my soul through literature after those times I’d lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.

Qu’est-ce que le roman, en effet, sinon cet univers où l’action trouve sa forme, où les mots de la fin sont prononcés, les êtres livrés aux êtres, où toute vie prend le visage du destin....

The world is mere change, and this life, opinion.

It’s not that we have to leave this life one day, it’s how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime, drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves,...

Bir ressam için en ideal olanı, Pantheon’un *oculus’ü gibidir.Yüksekten gelen ışık modelin yüzüne, hatta o anlamsız çirkin yüze bile, tatlı bir hava, sanatçının istediği biçimde işleyeceği bir tür güzellik katacaktır…*oculus: (Latince) Mercek, cam.

Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I set joyously to work setting pen to holy craft.

Somewhere I’d heard, or invented perhaps, that the only pleasures found during a waning moon are misfortunes in disguise. Superstition aside, I avoid pleasure during the waning or absent moon out of respect for the...

Yang ada di antara kitahanya sentuh, bukan rasahanya cium, bukan kata-katahanya saat ini, bukan selamanya.

Fortune’s fool! How we humans lie upon beauty like lizards upon a sun-baked rock.

All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.

I would have had to kill him, and Death, you know, keeps secrets better even than a guilty Roman.

I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.

Dünya halini sevmeyiniz, ne de dünyada var olanı, kızım. Tanrı aşkı, dünya sevgisiyle dolu olan kişide yoktur!

I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be...

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly...

If I were in his(Prophet Muhammad) presence, I would wash his feet.

The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

Hello, Goddess.”- Roman Arceneaux

No power on earth, if it labours beneath the burden of fear, can possibly be strong enough to survive.

A writer needs to ingest love to be passionate. Passion is a metabolite of love, and good writing is an active metabolite of passion.

İdam sehpasının birkaç metre ötesinden, Saint-Jean-Decolle tarikatından dört keşiş, siyah kukuletaları, kaba kumaştan giysileri içinde, idam mahkûmlarına işkence yapılmasından sorumlu bu dört din adamı, mahkûmlar kilisesinden, Beatrice’in babasının ikinci eşini -baba katlinde suç ortağı ve...

Did I live the spring I’d sought?It’s true in joy, I walked along,took part in dance, and sang the song.and never tried to bind an hourto my borrowed garden bower;nor did I once entreata day...

Very good, Jason Grace,” Notus said. “You are a son of Jupiter, yet you have chosen your own path- as all the greatest demigods have done before you. You cannot control your parentage, but you...

The monster, Hitler, died like Uther, frightened, hiding, haunted by his crimes and his wholly reasonable belief that all decent human beings would turn their backs on him. Who really cares where Hitler’s bones lie,...

I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened...

The Romans feared their dead. In fact, Roman funeral customs derived from a need to propitiate the sensibilities of the departed. The very word funus may be translated as dead body, funeral ceremony, or murder....

The authority of those who teach is often an obstacle to those who want to learn.

The birthing wolf,Her heart fed with tenderness,Gave forth from ripe brown nipples,Food to feed the universe.

Artemisia ona kapıyı açmıyor. Arabasına binme teklifini de geri çeviriyor.Eve kapanacağını, Türkler gibi eve kapalı yaşadığını haykırıyor içerden.

Be there a picnic for the devil,an orgy for the satyr,and a wedding for the bride.

Coach,” Annabeth said, “it was an accident. We were talking, and we fell asleep.””Besides,” Percy said, “you’re starting to sound like Terminus.”Hedge narrowed his eyes. “Is that an insult, Jackson? ‘Cause I’ll-I’ll Terminus you, buddy!

No gymnasium, no theatre, no forum? Where is the life a Roman man should lead?

Favoring ‘resolution’ the way we do, it is hard for us men to write great love stories. Why?, because we want to tell too much. We aren’t satisfied unless at the end of the story...

Görmezden gelinecek suç yoktur!

Tine-ma aici cat vrei,si cand nu ma mai vrei,spune-mi sa ma duc

I just wish moments weren’t so fleeting!’ Isaac called to the man on the roof, ‘They pass so quickly!’ ‘Fleeting?!’ responded the tilling man, ‘Moments? They pass quickly?! . . . Why, once a man...

Istoria se repetă, iar timpul nu există. Îl împărţim ca să ne ordonăm puţin vieţile, cu toate că în realitate timpul este plan şi nu are nici început, nici sf rşit.

The season was waning fastOur nights were growing cold at lastI took her to bed with silk and song,’Lay still, my love, I won’t be long;I must prepare my body for passion.”O, your body you...

About five meters ahead, Nico was swinging his black sword with one hand, holding the scepter of Diocletian aloft with the other. He kept shouting orders at the legionnaires, but they paid him no attention.Of...

When he, whoever of the gods it was, had thus arranged in order and resolved that chaotic mass, and reduced it, thus resolved, to cosmic parts, he first moulded the Earth into the form of...

The moment her hymen was plucked from her body in the wilderness, Her soul was taken from sanity.

Haksızlık, ihanet, utanç… Artemisia bunları hiç yorulmadan renklere döküyordu. Esin kaynaklarını tarihteki büyük kadınların gururlu mücadelesinde derinleştiriyordu. Yalana karşı koyan, İncil’deki kadın kahramanlar. Zorbalığa başkaldıran, efsaneleşmiş çehreler… Judith tuvallerinde, baştan çıkardığı despot kralı öldürerek halkını...