Lale > Lale's Quotes

“Eğleniyorlardı. Yaşıyorlardı. Ve ben, kafamın içine ve yalnız kendi ruhuma kapanmakla onların üstünde değil, altında bulunduğumu anlıyordum. Şimdiye kadar zannettiğim gibi, kitleden ayrılmanın bir hususiyet, bir fazlalık değil, bir sakatlık demek olduğunu hissediyordum. Bu insanlar dünyada nasıl yaşamak lazımsa öyle yaşıyorlar, vazifelerini yapıyorlar, hayata bir şey ilave ediyorlardı. Ben neydim? Ruhum, bir ağaç kurdu gibi beni kemirmekten başka ne yapıyordu? Şu ağaçlar, onların dallarını ve eteklerini örten karlar, şu ahşap bina şu gramofon, şu göl ve üstündeki buz tabakası ve nihayet bu çeşit çeşit insanlar hayatın kendilerine verdikleri işi yapmakla meşguldüler. Her hareketlerinin bir manası vardı, ilk bakışta gözle görünmeyen bir manası. Ben ise bir dingilden fırlayarak, boşta yuvarlanan bir araba tekerleği gibi sallanıyor ve bu halimden kendime imtiyazlar çıkarmaya çalışıyordum.”
― Sabahattin Ali, Kürk Mantolu Madonna

“İnsanlar birbirlerini tanımanın ne kadar güç olduğunu bildikleri için bu zahmetli işe teşebbüs etmektense, körler gibi rastgele dolaşmayı ve ancak çarpıştıkça birbirlerinin mevcudiyetinden haberdar olmayı tercih ediyor.”
― Sabahattin Ali, Kürk Mantolu Madonna

“Başkasına merhamet etmek, ondan daha kuvvetli olduğumuzu zannetmektir ki, ne kendimiz bu kadar büyük, ne de başkalarını bizden daha zavallı görmeye hakkımız yoktur.”
― Sabahattin Ali , Kürk Mantolu Madonna

“Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Peki," dedi sonsuzluk kadar uzun gelen bir süre sonra. "Belki peki bizim sonsuza dek'imiz olur."
"Peki," dedim.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“O okurken uykuya dalar gibi aşık oldum: Önce yavaş yavaş sonra bir anda.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Ah Hazel Grace, hiç sorun değil. Kalbimin senin tarafından kırılması bir onur olurdu.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“The center will hold.”

“How do you know?”

“Because we are the center.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“I'm in love with you," he said quietly.

"Augustus," I said.

"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“on seneden beri içlerinde yaşadığı halde bir türlü alışamadığı bu insanların arasında onun da sağlam bir yeri olmalıydı. Yalnız kendisine dayanan yalnız kendisinin olan bir yeri.”
― Sabahattin Ali, Kuyucaklı Yusuf

“The center will hold.
Will it, Sydney? I wondered.
Because I’m falling apart.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Centrum permanebit.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Love is . . .” An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always carried within me these days welled up in my chest. It was stupid, feeling so lovesick when he’d been gone less than a day, but I couldn’t get him or the ways he described love out of my head. “. . . a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter’s night. A star that guides you home.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.
It creeps on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes by your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you almost can't breathe. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out of every corner. It's a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you're struggling to stand up.
You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin. You doubt you doubt you doubt.
do I
don't I
should I
why won't I
And even when you're ready to let go. When you're ready to break free. When you're ready to be brand-new. Loneliness is an old friend stand beside you in the mirror, looking you in the eye, challenging you to live your life without it. You can't find the words to fight yourself, to fight the words screaming that you're not enough never enough never ever enough.
Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion.
Sometimes it just won't let go.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“You destroy me."
"Juliette," he says and he mouths the name, barely speaking at all, and he's pouring molten lava into my limbs and I never even knew I could melt straight to death.
"I want you," he says. He says "I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you." He says it like it's a lit cigarette lodged in his throat, like he wants to dip me in warm honey and he says "It's never been a secret. I've never tried to hide that from you. I've never pretended I wanted anything less."
"You-you said you wanted f-friendship-"
"Yes," he says, he swallows, "I did. I do. I do want to be your friend. He nods and I register the slight movement in the air between us. "I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend," he says. "The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body, Juliette-"
"No," I gasp. "Don't-don't s-say that-"
"I want to know where to touch you," he says. "I want to know how to touch you. I want to know how to convince you to design a smile just for me." I feel his chest rising, falling, up and down and up and down and "Yes," he says. "I do want to be your friend." He says "I want to be your best friend in the entire world."
"I want so many things," he whispers. "I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time." His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says "I want this up." He tugs on the waist of my pants and says "I want these down." He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and says, "I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me. Because you never," he says, he breathes, "never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it."
And I drop dead, all over the floor.
"Juliette."
I can't understand why I can still hear him speaking because I'm dead, I'm already dead, I've died over and over and over again.
He swallows, hard, his chest heaving, his words a breathless, shaky whisper when he says "I'm so-I'm so desperately in love with you-”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body.

I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“I want so many things,” he whispers. “I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.” His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says “I want this up.” He tugs on the waist of my pants and says “I want these down.” He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and says, “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it’s racing because of me, because you want me. Because you never,” he says, he breathes, “never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“The books...they helped keep me from losing my mind altogether.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“We’re running out of time, he said.

As if time were the kind of thing you could run out of, as if it were measured into bowls that were handed to us at birth and if we ate too much or too fast or right before jumping into the water then our time would be lost, wasted, already spent.

But time is beyond our finite comprehension. It’s endless, it exists outside of us; we cannot run out of it or lose track of it or find a way to hold on to it. Time goes on even when we do not.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“His chest, heaving harder this time. His words, almost gasping this time. “You destroy me.”
I am falling to pieces in his arms.
My fists are full of unlucky pennies and my heart is a jukebox demanding a few nickels and my head is flipping quarters heads or tails heads or tails heads or tails heads or tails
“Juliette,” he says, and he mouths the name, barely speaking at all, and he’s pouring molten lava into my limbs and I never even knew I could melt straight to death.
“I want you,” he says. He says “I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you.” He says it like it’s a lit cigarette lodged in his throat, like he wants to dip me in warm honey and he says “It’s never been a secret. I’ve never tried to hide that from you. I’ve never pretended I wanted anything less.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“And he leans in, so carefully. Breathing
and not breathing and hearts beating
between us and he’s so close, he’s so close and I can’t feel my legs anymore. I can’t feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere,filling everything and he whispers
“Please.”
He says “Please don’t shoot me for this.”
And he kisses me.
His lips are softer than anything I've ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It’s sweet, it’s
so effortlessly sweet.
And then it changes.
“Oh God—”
He kisses me again, this time stronger,
desperate, like he has to have me, like he’s dying to memorize the feel of my lips against his own. The taste of him is making me crazy; he’s all heat and desire and peppermint and I want more. I've just begun reeling him in, pulling him into me when he breaks away.
He’s breathing like he’s lost his mind andhe’s looking at me like something has brokeninside of him, like he’s woken up to find that
his nightmares were just that, that they never existed, that it was all just a bad dream that felt far too real but now he’s awake and he’s safe and everything is going to be okay and
I’m falling.
I’m falling apart and into his heart and I’m a disaster.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can't tell the difference, I'm never quite certain whether or not I'm actually alive. I sit here every single day. Run, I said to myself. Run until your lungs collapse, until the wind whips and snaps at your tattered clothes, until you're a blur that blends into the background.

Run, Juliette, run faster, run until your bones break and your shins split and your muscles atrophy and your heart dies because it was always too big for your chest and it beat too fast for too long and you run.

Run run run until you can't hear their feet behind you. Run until they drop their fists and their shouts dissolve in the air. Run with your eyes open and your mouth shut and dam the river rushing up behind your eyes. Run, Juliette.

Run until you drop dead. Make sure your heart stops before they ever reach you. Before they ever touch you.

Run, I said.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“On the darkest days you have to search for a spot of brightness, on the coldest days you have to seek out a spot of warmth; on the bleakest days you have to keep your eyes onward and upward and on the saddest days you have to leave them open to let them cry. To then let them dry. To give them a chance to wash out the pain in order to see fresh and clear once again.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“İnsanlara ne kadar çok muhtaç olursam onlardan kaçmak ihtiyacım da o kadar artıyordu.”
― Sabahattin Ali, Kürk Mantolu Madonna

“bir akşam eve dönerken mahallenin bakkalına uğramış, öteberi almıştım. tam kapıdan çıkacağım sırada, karşı evin bir odasında kira ile oturan bekarın radyosu weber’in oberon operası uvertürünü çalmaya başladı. az daha elimdeki paketleri yere düşürecektim. maria ile beraber gittiğimiz birkaç operadan biri de buydu ve onun weber’e hususi bir muhabbeti olduğunu biliyordum; yolda hep onun uvertürünü ıslıkla çalardı. kendisinden daha dün ayrılmış gibi taze bir hasret duydum. kaybedilen en kıymetli eşyanın, servetin, her türlü dünya saadetinin acısı zamanla unutuluyor. yalnız kaçırılan fırsatlar asla akıldan çıkmıyor ve her hatırlayışta insanın içini sızlatıyor. bunun sebebi herhalde “bu öyle olmayabilirdi!” düşüncesi yoksa insan mukadder telakki ettiği şeyleri kabule her zaman hazır.”
― Sabahattin Ali, Kürk Mantolu Madonna

“Dünyada bir tek insana inanmıştım. O kadar çok inanmıştım ki, bunda aldanmış olmak bende artık inanmak kuvveti bırakmamıştı.”
― Sabahattin Ali, Kürk Mantolu Madonna

“Dünyada bana hiçbir şey tabiattan melül bir insanın zorla gülmeye çalışması kadar acı gelmemiştir.”
― Sabahattin Ali, Kürk Mantolu Madonna

“Zaten küçüklüğümden beri saadeti israf etmekten korkar, bir kısmını ilerisi için saklamak isterdim... Bu hal gerçi birçok fırsatları kaçırmama sebep olurdu, fakat fazlasını isteyerek talihimi korkutmaktan her zaman çekinirdim.”
― Sabahattin Ali, Kürk Mantolu Madonna