When there is not a breath of wind, the waters sometimes shudder as if from inside and take on the finish of washed silk.
At times like this what matters is not our words but our demeanor, not the magnitude or elegance of our grief but the degree to which we can express fellowship with those around us. I sometimes think that our love of cigarettes owes nothing to the nicotine, and everything to their ability to fill the meaningless void and offer an easy way of feeling as if we are doing something purposeful.
Tidak cukup hanya menjadi pihak yang tertindas, kau juga harus menjadi pihak yang benar, karena sebagian besar orang yang tertindas dapat dipandang salah dari nyaris semua sudut pandang.
As Ka would later write, it may have been now, as they were holding each other and weeping, that Ipek discovered something for the first time: To live in indecision, to waver between defeat and a new life, offered as much pleasure as pain.
As I was looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, it occurred to me that if all else failed, a man could at least kiss himself, and I stared in to the mirror, conjuring up the memory of the couple in the film. I couldn’t get the image of their lips out of my mind. But by now I’d realised I’d not even be kissing myself; I’d be kissing the mirror.
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.