Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.
Sometimes I sensed that the books I read in rapid succession had set up some sort of murmur among themselves, transforming my head into an orchestra pit where different musical instruments sounded out, and I would realize that I could endure this life because of these musicales going on in my head.
It may not happen in the first instant, but within ten minutes of meeting a man, a woman has a clear idea of who he is, or at least who he might be for her, and her heart of hearts has already told her whether or not she’s going to fall in love with him.
What is the thing you want most from me? What can I do to make you love me?? Be yourself,? said Ipek.
The entire world was like a palace with countless rooms whose doors opened into one another. We were able to pass from one room to the next only by exercising our memories and imaginations, but most of us, in our laziness, rarely exercised these capacities, and forever remained in the same room.
Ka found it very soothing: for the first time in years, he felt part of a family. In spite of the trials and responsibilities of what was called ‘family’, he saw now the joys of its unyielding togetherness, and was sorry not to have known more of it in his life.
Estoy sufriendo las penas del infierno sin ni siquiera haber muerto.
Love is good for the skin.
If the soulmate is absent there is no need for the soul.
Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?
Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.
Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I’d been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.
My decision to view the world through novels, as it were, which is a typically European way of looking at things, became a heavy burden for me. But I took it on consciously, even though it was torture for me.
How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?
I read a book one day and my whole life was changed.
For if a lover’s face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.
My childhood proved to me that there could be no enjoyment of football without community. But it becomes difficult when this community is having problems with its identity. That’s when we experience all possible forms of nationalist exaggeration.
Enjoyment of football is part of the social context, and I have lost my faith in this social context.
Turkish football serves the cause of nationalism, but not of the nation.
After all, a woman who doesn’t love cats is never going to be make a man happy.