Only imbeciles are innocent.
But we should search for the strange and surprising in the world, not within ourselves! To search within, to think so long and hard about our own selves, would only make us unhappy. This is what had happened to the characters in my story: for this reason heroes could never tolerate being themselves, for this reason they always wanted to be someone else.
At that moment, I wished my whole consciousness could be erased. I wanted to escape from my own awareness, to wander freely in a world outside my mind, but understanding now that I would always be two people, I realized that I’d never be able to let go.
I asked him about his enemies. He began to count them. The list went on and on... ” – Conversations with Yahya Kemal.
Writers like Pierre Loti, by contrast, make no secret of loving Istanbul and the Turkish people for the opposite reason: for the preservation of their eastern particularity and their resistance to becoming western.
A great painter does not content himself by affecting us with his masterpieces; ultimately, he succeeds in changing the landscape of our minds.
And it enjoyed one other distinction: The Hilton had been, since the day it opened, one of the few civilized establishments in Turkey where a well-heeled gentleman and a courageous lady could obtain a room without being asked for a marriage certificate.
Mevlut arkadasinin bu sozunu de inandirici bulmadi ve o gunku sohbetleri boyunca birbirlerine yalnizca resmi goruslerini soylediklerini kederle dusundu. Oysa yirmi alti yil once Kismet satarken arkadasliklarini baslatan sey, sahsi goruslerini birbirlerine soyleyebileceklerine duyduklari iyimser inancti.
What is it to be a color? Color is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness.
Even if you’re not happy” – here, she indicated my brother with her eyes – “even when you’re having your worst day you live your life as if you are. All sorrows fade away when you’re surrounded by your family.
Marriage douses love’s flame, leaving nothing but a barren and melancholy blackness. Of course, after marriage, love itself will vanish anyway; but happiness fills the void. Still, there are those hasty fools who fall in love before marrying and, burning with emotion, exhaust all their feeling, believing love to be the highest goal in life.” “What, then, is the truth of the matter?” “The truth is contentment. Love and marriage are but a means to obtaining it:.
The truth is contentment. Love and marriage are but a means to obtaining it.
When there is no one to observe us, the other self we keep hidden inside can come out and do as it pleases. But when you have a father near enough to keep an eye on you, that second self remains buried within.
God loves some people more. Those people end up rich. He loves some people a little less, and those people stay poor. You take a pin and scratch off one of these colored circles, and underneath you’ll find your gift and your fortune.
Not a day passes when the eagle of dark depression doesn’t take flight in my soul, said Sunay, infusing his words with mysterious pride. But I cannot catch myself. So hold yourself in. All’s well that ends well.
Now suddenly he had intimations of destiny; he could see that life had a secret geometry on which his rational mind had no purchase. But even as he was overcome with a desire to subdue his reason and find happiness, he also sensed that – for the moment at least – his yearning for happiness was not yet strong enough.
Initially, the talk of misery spreads throughout the neighborhood, becoming in turn the rumor of ill-fortune and later the certainty of doom.
Hayati ciddiye almayi, gencligimde romanlari ciddiye alarak ogrendim. Edebi romanlar bize hayati ciddiye almayi, her seyin elimizde oldugunu, kisisel kararlarimizin hayatimizi sekillendirdigini gostererek ogretir.
But after my death let it be known that in my old age, at the very end of my life, there was still plenty that made me smile.
An illustration that does not complement a story, in the end, will become but a false idol. Since we cannot possibly believe in an absent story, we will naturally begin believing in the picture itself.