booklover
Booklover
I'm a freelance translator from Turkey. I love books, literature, movies, music, photography, art, depth of field, nature, lakes, rivers, sea, trees, butterflies, swans, birds, flowers, cottages, vintage photographs, solitude, daydreams, travelling,...
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“I don’t want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.”
— Orhan Pamuk, from My Name Is Red (via athenaefilia)
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Happy Indie Bookstore Day! 📚🎈
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snoopy encourages you to buy a new book!
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Mary Oliver, “Something.” Why I Wake Early
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𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐜!
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And then the day faded. We were dreaming, waiting for night.
Louise Glück, A Village Life; from ‘Midsummer’
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found a bookstore in the middle of rome.
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“I have never been in despair about the world. I am enraged by it. I can't afford despair. You can't tell the children there's no hope.” - Baldwin
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“All memory is individual, unreproducible—it dies with each person. What is called collective memory is not a remembering but a stipulating: that this is important, and this is the story about how it happened […].”
— Susan Sontag, Regarding the Pain of Others (via exhaled-spirals)
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Anaïs Nin, Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920
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In Chapter 6, it was suggested that an inner world of phantasy exists in every human being, and that interests in which imagination play a part are, in many individuals, as important as interpersonal relationships in giving meaning to their lives. There is nothing pathological in the employment of imagination. We cannot dispense with phantasy: if we could, we should lose much of what makes us distinctively human.
Solitude: A Return to the Self - Anthony Storr.
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