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Librettosunu Stefano Benedetto Pallavicino'nun yazdigi, Nicola Francesco Haym tarafindan uyarlanan George Frideric Handel’in Ottone operasi, ilk gosterimini 12 Ocak 1723’de Londra, The King's Theatre’da gerceklestirdi.
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Irlanda asilli Ingiliz siyaset adami, yazar, hatip, siyaset kuramcisi ve filozof Edmund Burke’nin dogum yildonumu(12 Ocak 1729)
“Bizler Rousseau'nun donmeleri ya da Voltaire'in muritleri degiliz; aramizdan Helvetius'un da bir ilerleme kaydettigi soylenemez. Ateistler bizlere ogut veremez, deliler de bize kural koyamazlar.”
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“We are not the converts of Rousseau; we are not the disciples of Voltaire; Helvetius has made no progress amongst us. Atheists are not our preachers; madmen are not our lawgivers.”
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“Tavirlar kanunlardan onemlidir. Tavirlar; daima, surekli, icinde yasadigimiz hava gibi, fark edilmeksizin; kizdirir ve sakinlestirir, yozlastirir ve saflastirir, barbarlastirir ve inceltir.”
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“Kotulugun zaferi icin gereken tek sey iyi kisilerin hicbir sey yapmamasidir.”
Isvicreli pedagog ve egitim reformcusu Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi'nin dogum yildonumu (12 Ocak 1746)
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"Kendi kendine yardim etmeyi bilmeyene hic kimse yardim etmez."
Italyan ressam Vincenzo Chilone'nin olum yildonumu (12 Ocak 1839)
Regata sul Canal Grande (Regatta on the Grand Canal)
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Amerikali ressam John Singer Sargent'in dogum yildonumu (12 Ocak 1856)
Velieri Italiani ad ancora (Italian sailing Vessels at Anchor, a watercolour c.1904–1907)
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Nonchaloir (Repose), 1911
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Macaristan dogumlu, Amerikan vatandasi roman ve oyun yazari Ferenc Molnár’in dogum yildonumu (12 Ocak 1878)
"Gozlerine ucsuz bucaksiz gibi gorunen arsa ve yaninda kerestelerle dolu arazi tatli bahar gunesinin altinda piril pirildi. Burayi, bu kucuk toprak parcasini sevdikleri, gerekirse onu savunmaya hazir olduklari cocuklarin gozlerinden okunuyordu. Yurtseverligin bir turuydu bu. 'Yasasin Arsa' diye bagirirken aslinda 'Yasasin Vatan ' diye bagiriyor gibiydiler. Gozlere yansiyan bu piriltiydi, kalpleri dolduran bu sevgiydi." Pal Sokagi Cocuklari
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"Intanto guardavano il loro regno, meraviglioso nella luce chiara del giorno, con le cataste illuminate dal caldo sole di primavera. Si sarebbe potuto leggere nei loro occhi che, se fosse stato necessario, lo avrebbero difeso fino all'ultimo sangue. Gridavano 'viva il nostro campo' con lo stesso vigore e convincimento che avrebbero impiegato per gridare 'viva la nostra patria.' In effetti quello era bene una specie di amor di patria."
Amerikali modernist yazar Djuna Barnes’in dogum yildonumu (12 Ocak 1892)
"Yalnizca imkansiz sonsuza kadar surer. Zamanla ona erisebilirsin. Robin'in aski ve benimki bastan beri imkansizdi ve birbirimizi sevmekle artik sevemez olduk. Hayati bir yemek zili gibi calsan da bir tek saat hic cinlamaz-kopus saati.Herkes sonunda o yuregi agzinda olmak denen zehirden oluyor." Geceyi Anlat Bana
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“Only the impossible lasts forever; with time, it is made accessible. Robin's love and mine was always impossible, and loving each other, we no longer love. Yet we love each other like death. Beat life like a dinner bell, yet there is one hour that won't ring--the hour of disentanglement. Oh well, he sighed, every man dies finally of that poison known as heart-in-the-mouth.”
“Nora herkesin yaninda kendini soyuyor. Kendini ikaz etmeyi beceremedigi icin, donup baktiginda hep azalmis oldugunu goruyordu. Her zaman uygun bir fiyata satýlabildigi için dunyanin her tarafindaki yoldan cikmislar onu çok karli buluyorlardi cunku kendi ihanetinin parasini kendi cebinde tasiyordu.”
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“Nora robbed herself for everyone; incapable of giving herself warning, she was continually turning about to find herself diminished. Wandering people the world over found her profitable in that she could be sold for a price forever, for she carried her betrayal money in her own pocket.”
Turk yazar, sair, dusunur ve ogretmen Huseyin Nihal Atsiz'in dogum yildonumu (12 Ocak 1905)
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Is your soul a fire, or those eyes made by flame ?
I do not know this volcano blazed with what kind of ember?
one who the moth, does ever hide himself from the flame ?
you wanted, for that reason this desire blazed by force...
Wish the day take some light from you and turn to a color
Wish the moon kowtow for your face and grovel itself
While everything vanishing and disappearing gradually from my sight
Wish just appear the radiance of your green eyes...
O! you that ruin me with your incurable burn
O! you that the hearts blaze with your every look
Sharp like dagger and sensitive like flowers
when your face give me the taste of death for your sake...
I threw away the randy giant towards the winds within my heart
I tasted the pleasure of commiting the sin by eyes
Eyes that, they are one pieces parts of the god on you
Eyes that, they are your hardest cruelty and weapon...
Beat with your glorious weapon to let amend homeland of the heart
you are beautiful while you beating and murdering anyway
Just like another kind of magic gushing out from your face
A face that made by a tigress and sadness...
Longing to you, O! fresh youth of twenty years
with your arriving but still does not chease this pain in my chest
Does not chease! the voice of heart, of adoring, of love is this
Does not chease! the composition of eternal yearning is this...
with longing for, it was easy to die for your sake
If it was possible to see you from the great beyond
Even the seas drown the world and turn it to armageddon
Even the seas douse the volcanos only inside me !...
Still alive Cain while hiding in my soul ,
If it was possible, in spite of a lifetime
conseal you against the others, i would be a curtain
Like a ground, i would be whereever you tread...
Your moonshiny face is making jealous the god
This beauty, is not be able to build even by most sensitive poem
Difficult to approach, hard to walk away from you
This is made by heart, this beauty is not be able to see by eyes...