BE YOURSELF ♥ KENDİN OL ♥

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To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sizi sürekli başka bir şeye dönüştürmeye çalışan bir dünyada kendiniz kalabilmek en büyük başarıdır.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Du selbst zu sein, in einer Welt die permanent versucht Dich zu etwas anderem zu machen, ist die größte Leistung.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ser você mesmo em um mundo que está constantemente tentando fazer de você outra coisa é a maior realização.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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  2. Thanks for becoming a subscriber. You selected a poignant quote by Emerson, who is one of my favorite American essayist and philosopher.

  3. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    MANY THINGS ARE COMMON TO US ALL—-ESPECIALLY GOOD ADVICE! 🙂

  4. I wonder if you know this poem about Byzantium, the ancient name of your marvelous city, as holy now as it was then. It is written by the irish poet William Butler Yeats:

    Sailing to Byzantium

    THAT is no country for old men. The young
    In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
    – Those dying generations – at their song,
    The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
    Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
    Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
    Caught in that sensual music all neglect
    Monuments of unageing intellect.

    An aged man is but a paltry thing,
    A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
    Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
    For every tatter in its mortal dress,
    Nor is there singing school but studying
    Monuments of its own magnificence;
    And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
    To the holy city of Byzantium.

    O sages standing in God’s holy fire
    As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
    Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
    And be the singing-masters of my soul.
    Consume my heart away; sick with desire
    And fastened to a dying animal
    It knows not what it is; and gather me
    Into the artifice of eternity.

    Once out of nature I shall never take
    My bodily form from any natural thing,
    But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
    Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
    To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
    Or set upon a golden bough to sing
    To lords and ladies of Byzantium
    Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

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