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Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories.
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hl l`shq yj`l lnsn GbyWan 'm 'n l'Gby fqT y`shqwn !
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every person has a star, every star has a friend, and for every person carrying a star there is someone else who reflects it, and everyone carries this reflection like a secret confidante in the heart.
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universal-love
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I think a lot about the poems I wasn't able to write...I masturbrated...Solitude is essentially a matter of pride; you bury yourself in your own scent. The issue is the same for all real poets. If you've been happy for too long, you become banal. By the same token, if you've been unhappy for a long time, you lose your poetic power...Happiness and poverty can only coexist for the briefest time. Afterword either happiness coarsens the poet or..
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Ka knew very well that life was a meaningless string of random incidents
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randomness
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Colour is the touch of the eye, Music to the deaf, A word out of darkness.
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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.
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reality
love
longing
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Clocks and calendars do not exist to remind us of the Time we've forgotten but to regulate our relations with others and indeed all of society, and this is how we use them.
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In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time.
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time
museums
objects
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kn khlfy zmn l mHdwd HtW~ qbl 'n 'wld , wb`d 'n mtW 'yDan , zmn l ynthy ! lm 'fkr bhdh w'n Hy . knt '`ysh wsT Dw byn zmnyn mZlmyn .
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Listen to me: Life is not about principles; it`s about happiness.` `But if you don`t have any principles, and if you don`t have faith, you can`t be happy at all,` said Kadife. `That`s true. But in a brutal country like ours, where human life is cheap, it`s stupid to destroy yourself for the sake of your beliefs. Beliefs? High ideas? Only people in rich countries can enjoy such luxuries.` `Actually, it`s the other way round. In a poor count..
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does not just paralyze the inhabitants of Instanbul, it also gives them poetic license to be paralyzed.
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In a city, you can be alone in a crowd, and in fact what makes the city a city is that it lets you hide the strangeness in your mind inside its teeming multitudes.
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The sight of snow made her think how beautiful and short life is and how, in spite of all their enmities, people have so very much in common; measured against eternity and the greatness of creation, the world in which they lived was narrow. That's why snow drew people together. It was as if snow cast a veil over hatreds, greed, and wrath and made everyone feel close to one another.
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Over time, I have come to see the work of literature less as narrating the world than "seeing the world with words." From the moment he begins to use words like colors in a painting, a writer can begin to see how wondrous and surprising the world is, and he breaks the bones of language to find his own voice. For this he needs paper, a pen, and the optimism of a child looking at the world for the first time. "
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Time had not faded my memories (as I had prayed to God it might), nor had it healed my wounds as it is said always to do. I began each day with the hope that the next day would be better, my recollections a little less pointed, but I would awake to the same pain, as if a black lamp were burning eternally inside me, radiating darkness.
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pain
memories
depression
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Most of the time it's not the Europeans who belittle us. What happens when we look at them is that we belittle ourselves. When we undertake the pilgrimage, it's not just to escape the tyranny at home but also to reach to the depths of our souls. The day arrives when the guilty must return to save those who could not find the courage to leave.
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identity
religion
immigration
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Immersing oneself in the problems of a book is a good way to keep from thinking of love.
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reading
love
orhan-pamuk
distraction
snow
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Orhan Pamuk |
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Let everyone know, I lived a very happy life.
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happy-life
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When you look into the faces of these quiet creatures who don't know how to tell stories--who are mute, who can't make themselves heard, who fade into the woodwork, who only think of the perfect answer after the fact, after they're back at home, who can never think of a story that anyone else will find interesting--is there not more depth and more meaning in them? You can see every letter of every untold story swimming on their faces, and a..
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We live but for a short time, we see but very little, and we know almost nothing; so, at least, let's do some dreaming. Have yourself a very good Sunday, my dear readers.
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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.
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'`tqd 'n Hyty tqlyd lHy@ 'Sly@ yjb 'n tkwn `lyh , why kkl tqlyd .. mw'lm@ wmskyn@ yjb 'n tkhjl mnh !
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Orhan Pamuk |
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the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.
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orhan-pamuk
snowflakes
snow
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Orhan Pamuk |
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'n t`ys@ lny l 'fhm myqwl qlby
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After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share?
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memories
museums
novels
sincerity
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The knowledge that she could learn to love a man had always meant more to her than loving him effortlessly, more even than falling in love, and that was why she now felt that she was on the threshold of a new life, a happiness bound to endure for a very long time.
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romance
love
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'yn l'rwH lmtshbh@ (lmtnskh@) lt~ 'stTy` ltHdth m`h? 'yn lbld lt~ 'jd fyh lHlm ldh~ tHdth l~ qlb~? 'yn hw'l ldhyn qrw lktb 'yDan?
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The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion; if you want to live in the paradise where happy mares and stallion live, open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony.
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In Europe the rich are refined enough to act as if they're not wealthy. That is how civilized people behave. If you ask me, being cultured and civilized is not about everyone being free and equal; it's about everyone being refined enough to act as if they were. Then no one has to feel guilty.
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equality
refinement
wealthy
rich
culture
guilt
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Let me first state forthright that contrary to what we've often read in books and heard from preachers, when you are a woman, you don't feel like the Devil.
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woman
preachers
devil
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It's important, no doubt, to understand the person we love. If we cannot manage this, it's necessary, at least, to believe we understand them. I must confess that over the entire eight years I only rarely enjoyed the contentment of the second possibility, let alone the first.
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understanding-others
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lsh`ru shqyq lrsm , w llwn shqyq lklm@ .
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it seemed to me that 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 out memories and imaginations, but most of us, in our laziness, rarely exercised these capacities, and forever remained in the same room
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memories
life-coaching
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How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another's 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? Even if the world's rich and powerful were to put themselves in the shoes of the rest, how much would they really understand the wretched millions suffering around them? So it is when Orhan the novelist peers into ..
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What was the difference between love and the agony of waiting? Like love, the agony of waiting began in the muscles somewhere around the upper belly but soon spread out to the chest, the thighs, and the forehead, to invade the entire body with numbing force.
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Hicbir zaman inandiramadim seni kahramansiz bir dunyaya neden inandigima. Hicbir zaman inandiramadim seni o kahramanlari uyduran zavalli yazarlarin neden kahraman olmadiklarina. Hicbir zaman inandiramadim seni o dergilerde resimleri cikanlarin bizden baska bir soydan olduguna. Hicbir zaman inandiramadim seni siradan bir hayata razi olman gerektigine. Hicbir zaman inandiramadim seni, o siradan hayatta benim de bir yerim olmasi gerektigine.
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okumak
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Because, as I would always tell myself so many years later, lying here in my bed: 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, isn..
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meaning-of-life
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Age had not made him less handsome, as is so often the case; it had simply made him less visible.
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handsomeness
visibility
aging
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Orhan Pamuk |
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Herkes bilsin, cok mutlu bir hayat yasadim.
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Orhan Pamuk |
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We had no desire to live in Istanbul, nor in Paris or New York. Let them have their discos and dollars, their skycrapers and supersonics transports. Let them have their radios and their color TV, hey, we have ours, don't we? But we have something they don't have. Heart. We have heart. Look, look how the light of life seeps into my very heart
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Orhan Pamuk |
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Hayatimin en mutlu aniymis, bilmiyordum.
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Orhan Pamuk |
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With the death of my father, it wasn't just the objects of everyday life that had changed; even the most ordinary street scenes had become irreplaceable mementos of a lost world whose every detail figured in the meaning of the whole.
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meaning
death
life
mementos
ordinariness
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Orhan Pamuk |
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En realidad nadie sabe que esta viviendo el momento mas feliz de su vida mientras lo vive.
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