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“Ayrıca, kırda ve kentte yaşayan Aymara toplulukları radyo istasyonlarını ele geçirdiler ve kendi mesajlarını ilettiler, ama her şeyden önemlisi iletişim kurdular, burada iletişimi daha derinlikli bir anlamda kullanıyorum, ruh hallerini, deneyimlerini ve duygularını radyoyu dinleyenlerle paylaştılar. Bu, canlı yayın yapanlara oldukça benzer bir şekilde, oldukça duygusal bir etki yarattı. Böylece, vericiler ve alıcılar arasındaki ayrımı muğlaklaştıran bir bağ oluşturuldu.”

“Ayrılmak, kişinin ruhsal yatırımının sürdüğü bir insanın kaybını göze alabilmesidir. O yüzden, her ayrılma bir "yas" oluşturur. Dolayısıyla anne çocuk ilişkisi de bir bakıma bir başlangıçlar ve bitişler silsilesidir. "Bir şeyden vazgeçmek ve onun yerine başka bir şey koymak" aslında hayatın temel döngüsüdür. Bu döngüye girilememesi, kişinin ruhen bebek/çocuk kalması anlamına gelir.”

“Ayurveda is the science of life and it has a very basic, simple kind of approach, which is that we are part of the universe and the universe is intelligent and the human body is part of the cosmic body, and the human mind is part of the cosmic mind, and the atom and the universe are exactly the same thing, but with different form, and the more we are in touch with this deeper reality, from where everything comes, the more we will be able to heal ourselves and at the same time heal our planet.”

“Az anyanyelvnek nem árt, ha a véletlenszerűségei megmutatkoznak más nyelvek nézőpontjának tükrében. Éppen ellenkezőleg: ha az anyanyelvünket egy másik nyelv segítségével, azaz egy más látásmóddal szemmel tartjuk, az egy újra és újra megerősített bizalomhoz, hitelességhez vezet, erőfeszítés nélküli szeretethez. Az anyanyelvemet soha nem azért szerettem, mert jobb lett volna másnál, hanem azért, mert a legjobban ismertem és a legmélyebb bizalom kapcsolt hozzá.”

“Az, this one's for you.' The shadowsinger's brows lifted, but his scarred hand extended to take the present. Elain turned from where she'd been spreaking to Nesta. 'Oh, that's from me.' Azriel's face didn't so much as shift at the words. Not even a smile as he opened the present and revealed- 'I had Madja make it for me,' Elain explained. Azriel's brows narrowed at the mention of the family's preferred healer. 'It's a powder to mix in with any drink.' Silence. Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. 'It's for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.' Silence again. Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. I'd never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. Cassian and Rhys joined him, the former grabbing the bottle from Azriel's hand and examining it. 'Brilliant, 'Cassian said. Elain smiled again, ducking her head. Azriel mastered himself enough to say, 'Thank you.' I'd never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and grey like veins of emerald. 'This will be invaluable.' 'Prick, ' Cassian said, but laughed again.”

“Azad Earth Army (The Sonnet) From river to the sea, Al Shams to Alpha Centauri, I'll radicalize each child into a volcanic veteran of inclusivity. Palestine, Kashmir, America, every territory will be humanized, without resorting to canon calls, for my soldiers are walking dynamite! Give me a speck of spinal nerve, I'll weave awaken bulldozing thunder! My patriots are keeper of the world, not stately pawn of terror and blunder. Awake, arise, adopt the world, let no monkey nationalize your humanity. Final call to a free* world, you, o bravehearts, are my *Azad Earth Army!”

“Azerbaijan unleashed the war, and was defeated in that war; Azerbaijan asked for truce (including from the Commander of Karabakh's forces) and later started to sob about the dire repercussions of that war. As if wars ever bring pleasant repercussions. And on top of that, Azerbaijan adopted conceited stance and started to make demands as if anywhere in the world defeated aggressors are ever allowed to make demands.”

“Aziende come Nectome e Neuralink stanno dimostrando, perlomeno in via embrionale e teorica, che la tecnologia necessaria per combattere il più grande tabù della nostra specie – la morte – potrebbe essere a poche decine di anni di distanza. L’impatto nel nostro settore non sarebbe da meno: potremmo riportare in vita la coscienza di Conrad Hilton e farci raccontare come era l’hospitality nei primi del Novecento o mantenere in busta paga lo stesso general manager per centinaia di anni.”

“Aziraphale collected books. If he were totally honest with himself he would have to have admitted that his bookshop was simply somewhere to store them. He was not unusual in this. In order to maintain his cover as a typical second-hand book seller, he used every means short of actual physical violence to prevent customers from making a purchase. Unpleasant damp smells, glowering looks, erratic opening hours - he was incredibly good at it.”

“Azonban ez az elhatározás nem tartott túl sokáig, mivel a motor hirtelen megrándult alattam, én elvesztettem az egyensúlyom és Adrián hátának vágódtam. Ő pedig kapva az alkalmon, megfogta mindkét kezem, és izmoktól kemény hasa elé kulcsolta őket. - Ha nem fogódzkodsz meg, nem tudom garantálni, hogy a motoron maradsz, Pam-Pam. Mindenki így fog csimpaszkodni az előtte ülőbe, ne érezd kínosan magad, oké? Simulj hozzám szorosan, mert csak így fogsz tudni szólni, ha megijedtél. (143. oldal)”

“Azriel arrived first, no shadows to be seen, my sister a pale, golden mass in his arms. He, too, wore his Illyrian armour, Elain's golden-brown hair snagging in some of the black scales across his chest and shoulders. He set her down gently on the foyer carpet, having carried her in through the front door. Elain peered up at his patient, solemn face. Azriel smiled faintly. 'Would you like me to show you the garden?' She seemed so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them. But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded- just once. Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn't tell if she was looking at his blue Siphons or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, 'Beautiful.' Colour bloomed high on Azriel's golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.”

“Azriel asked, 'And Feyre still doesn't know?' 'No. She knows the birth will be difficult, but I haven't told her yet that it might very well claim her life.' Rhys spoke into their minds, as if he couldn't say it aloud, I haven't told her that the nightmares that now send me lurching from sleep aren't ones of the past, but of the future. Cassian squeezed Rhys's shoulder, 'Why won't you tell her.' Rhys's throat worked. 'Because I can't bring myself to give her that fear. To take away one bit of the joy in her eyes every time she puts a hand on her belly.' HIs voice shook. 'It is fucking eating me alive, this terror. I keep myself busy, but... there is no one to bargain with for her life, no amount of wealth to buy it, nothing that I can do to save her.”

“Azriel- his hands. The scars, I mean,' I said. 'Where did they come from?' Rhys was quiet a moment. Then he said too softly. 'His father had two legitimate sons, both older than Azriel. Both cruel and spoiled. They learned it from their mother, the lord's wife. For the eleven years that Azriel lived in his father's keep, she saw to it he was kept in a cell with no window, no light. They let him out for an hour every day- let him see his mother for an hour once a week. He wasn't permitted to train, or fly, or any of the things his Illyrian instincts roared at him to do. When he was eight, his brothers decided it'd be fun to see what happened when you mixed an Illyrian's quick healing gifts with oil- and fire. The warriors heard Azriel's screaming. But not quick enough to save his hands.' Nausea swamped me. But that still left him with three more years living with them. What other horrors had he endured before he was sent to that mountain-camp? Were- were his brothers punished?' Rhys's face was as unfeeling as the rock and wind and sea around us as he said with lethal quiet. 'Eventually.”

“Azriel is the only polite one.' A few cries of outrage from Mor and Cassian, but a ghost of a smile danced on the shadowsinger's mouth as he dipped his head and hauled a platter of roast beets sprinkled with goat cheese toward himself. 'Don't even try to pretend that it's not true.' 'Of course it's true,' Mor said with a loud sigh, 'but you needn't make us sound like heathens.' 'I would have thought you'd find that term to be a compliment, Mor,' Rhys said mildly.”

“Azriel lingered near the door, quiet enough that when Feyre and Mor began talking about some of her paintings, Nesta went over to him. 'Why don't you sit?' She leaned against the doorway beside the shadow singer. 'My shadows don't like the flames so much.' A pretty lie. She'd seen Azriel before the fire plenty. But she looked at who sat close to it and knew the answer. 'Why did you come if it torments you so much?' 'Because Rhys wants me here. It'd hurt him if I didn't come.' 'Well, I think holidays are stupid.' 'I don't.' She arched a brow. He explained, 'They pull people together. And bring them joy. They are a time to pause and reflect and gather, and those are never bad things.' Shadows darkened his eyes, full of enough pain that she couldn't stop herself from touching his shoulder. Letting him see that she understood why he stood in the doorway, why he wouldn't go near the fire. His secret to tell, never hers.”