In fact no one recognizes the happiest moment of their lives as they are living it. It may well be that, in a moment of joy, one might sincerely believe that they are living that golden instant now, e...
El color es el tacto del ojo, la música de los sordos, una palabra en la oscuridad.
As much as I live I shall not imitate them or hate myself for being different to them
The writer's secret is not inspiration - for it is never clear where it comes from - it is his stubbornness, his patience.
...the waiting was torture, the worst Ka had ever known. It was this pain, this deadly wait, he now remembered, that had made him afraid to fall in love.
الشعرُ شقيق الرسم ، و اللون شقيق الكلمة .
To read a novel is to wonder constantly, even at moments when we lose ourselves most deeply in the book: How much of this is fantasy, and how much is real?
I realized that the longing for art, like the longing for love, is a malady that blinds us, and makes us forget the things we already know, obscuring reality.
My home is attached to a study - in fact, my home is my study, and I have a little room to sleep in. I need to write looking onto the street or a landscape. Looking at reality from some distance gives...
I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work.
عشقه که آدما ابله میکنه یا فقط ادمای احمق عاشق میشن؟
Big proclamations about honor are really just excuses invented to let people kill each other with a clear conscience.
The greatest happiness is when the eye discovers beauty where neither then mind conceived of nor the hand intended any.
Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.
Estoy sufriendo las penas del infierno sin ni siquiera haber muerto.
I wanted to tell a romantic and dark side of Ottoman history that was also slightly political, saying to the previous generation of writers, 'Look, I'm interested in Ottoman things, and I'm not afraid...
Hayatımın en mutlu anıymış, bilmiyordum.
Contrary to what the West seems to think, it is not poverty that brings people like us so close to God. It's the fact that no one is more curious than we are to learn why we are here on earth and what...
…he quit drinking coffee, and naturally, his brain stopped working.
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 th...