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When the sun was set I might perhaps go to sleep. I never let myself sleep during the day. Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair. The sun will not tolerate it. If he can he will pry under your eyelids and prise them apart; and if you hang black curtains at your windows he will lay siege to your room until it is so stifling that at last you stagger with staring eyes to the window and tear back the curtains to see that most terrible of sights, the broad daylight outside a room where you have been sleeping. There are special nightmares for the daytime sleeper: little nervous dreams tossed into some brief restless moments of unconsciousness and breaking through the surface of the mind to become confused at once with the horror of some waking vision. Such are these awakenings, like an awakening in the grave, when one opens one's eyes, stretched out rigid-with clenched hands, waiting for some misery to declare itself; but for a long time it lies to suffocation upon the chest and utters no word.
📚Under the net
👤Iris murdoch
Was Paris as full of me for her as it was full of her for me? It was partly in the foolish hope of receiving some sign that it was so that I restrained myself from running up to her.
دیالوگ ٩٩ درصد پسرها با من وقتی داشتم چهارگانه میخوندم این بود که این کتاب رو اولین بار فلانی ترجمه کرده بود :)))
یه بار دیفالتشون این نبود که زنها چیزی نمیدونن و مردن😐
خدا هیچ کتابخونی رو به اون روزی نندازه که به این نتیجه برسه که ترجمهی خاکسار جالبه :)))
پ.ن: حین خوندن یه کتابی به این نتیجه رسیدیم متاسفانه 🥲
چه دشوار است قرار گرفتن در ورطهای عاری از احساسات، احساساتی که میتوانند قلبی را سرشار کنند اما در بیشتر موارد غایباند.
📚 یک مرد معمولی
👤 ایو سیمون
به نظرتون کی PMS از یه راهی که میشناختیم میاد سراغمون و دست از سورپرایز کردنمون با شیوههای مختلف برمیداره؟
