Bile Quotes (displaying: 1 - 23 of 23 quotes )
Ah genclik! Genclik! Pervasizca, umursamadan gidiyorsun kendi yolunda-dnyanin btn hazineleri seninmi gibi; keder bile seni umutlandryor, ac bile alnna ok gzel oturuyor. zgvenli ve kstahsn ve "sadece ben canlym, bakn!" diyorsun. Kendi gnlerin hzla uup, hibir iz brakmadan yok olur ve iinmdeki her ey gnein altnda eriyip giderken bile mum gibi... kar gibi.. ve belki de senin sihrinin btn srr istediin her eyi yapabilme gcnde deil, yapmayacan hibir ey olmadn dnme gcnde sakl.(lk Ak-Turgenyev)
The state, I call it, where all are poison-drinkers, the good and the bad: the state, where all lose themselves, the good and the bad: the state, where the slow suicide of all? is called "life."Just see these superfluous ones! They steal the works of the inventors and the treasures of the wise. Culture, they call their theft? and everything becometh sickness and trouble unto them! Just see these superfluous ones! Sick are they always; they vomit their bile and call it a newspaper. They devour one another, and cannot even digest themselves.
I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the East River on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn about on my own parentage. I inoculate against those very biles that brought me to light. I am a serum born of venoms. I am the antibody of all Time. I am the Cure. You do of the City, do you not? Manhattan is your punisher, let me be you shield.
Bir gn, gzellik ve irkinlik bir deniz kysnda karlatlar ve dediler, 'haydi denize girelim.' Giysilerini kartp suda yzdler. Bir sre sonra, irkinlik kyya dnp, gzelliin giysilerine brnd ve yoluna gitti. Gzellik de denizden kt, kendi giysilerini bulamad; ama plak olmak utandryordu onu, aresiz irkinliin giysilerine brnd ve yoluna devam etti gzellik. O gn bugndr, erkekler ve kadnlar onlar birbirine kartrr. Ancak ilerinden gzelliin yzn nceden grm kimileri vardr ki, giysilerine bakmakszn tanrlar onu. Ve yine irkinliin yzn bilen kimileri vardr ki, gzlerinden tanrlar irkinlii.
I am a wicked man... But do you know, gentlemen, what was the main point about my wickedness? The whole thing, precisely was, the greatest nastiness precisely lay in my being shamefully conscious every moment, even in moments of the greatest bile, that I was not only not a wicked man but was not even an embittered man, that I was simply frightening sparrows in vain, and pleasing myself with it.
Peter's mother was grand, in her way. She managed to complain almost ceaselessly without ever seeming trivial or kvetchy. She was regal rather than crotchety, she had been sent to live in this world from a better one, and she saved herself from mere mean-spiritedness by offering resignation in place of bile - by implying, every hour of her life, that although she objected to almost everybody and everythng she did so because she'd presided over some utopia, and so knew from experience how much better we all could do. She wanted more than anything to live under a benevolent dictator who was exactly like her without being her - if she actually ruled she would relinquish her right to object, and without her right to object who and what would she be?
I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it’s painful gall-stones, it’s gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul...