But I think it must be easier for a girl to marry someone she doesn’t know, because the more you get to know men, the harder it is to love them.
But just like believing in God, falling in love is such a sacred feeling that it leaves you with no room for any other passions.
If we love someone very much, we know that even if we give him the most valuable thing we have, we know not to expect harm from him. This is what a sacrifice is.
It was the happiest moment of my life, though I didn’t know it. Had I known, had I cherished this gift, would everything have turned out differently?
The city’s more beautiful at night, you know: the people of the night always tell the truth.
The sea was as dark as dreams and as deep as sleep.
If I see my city as beautiful and bewitching, then my life must be so too.
A Good Education Removes the Barriers Between Rich and Poor.
The ideal story should begin innocently like a fairy-tale, be frightening like a nightmare in the middle, and conclude sadly like a love story ending in separation.
He could sense the darkness inside him looking for an excuse to manifest itself.
In the beginning the point was not to have a point, to escape the world in which everyone had to have a job, a desk, an office.
All the happiness and beauty that life had to offer only revealed themselves when his mind drifted off into fantasies of a world far removed from his own.
To avoid disappointment in art, one mustn’t treat it as a career.
With the engine stalled, we would notice the deep silence reigning in the park around us, in the summer villa before us, in the world everywhere. We would listen enchanted to the whirring of an insect beginning vernal flight before the onset of spring, and we would know what a wondrous thing it was to be alive in a park on a spring day in Istanbul.
Where there’s a lot of money to be made, there’s also a lot of blood to be spilled.
It was as if he were in a place that the whole world had forgotten; as if it were snowing at the end of the world.
You can’t start out again in life, that’s a carriage ride you only take once, but with a book in your hand, no matter how confusing and perplexing it might be, once you’ve finished it, you can always go back to the beginning; if you like, you can read it through again, in order to figure out what you couldn’t understand before, in order to understand life.
A person could wish for one thing and speak of another, and their fate, their kismet, was the thing that could bring the two together.
Like most Turkish men of my world who entered into this predicament, I never paused to wonder what might be going on in the mind of the woman with whom I was madly in love, and what her dreams might be; I only fantasized about her.
But despair is what keeps love alive.