Mert > Mert's Quotes

“For alarmingly large chunks of an average day, I am a moron.”
― Nick Hornby, Fever Pitch

“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Aman, kendini asmış yüz kiloluk bir zenci,
Üstelik gece inmiş, ses gelmiyor kümesten;
Ben olsam utanırım, bu ne biçim öğrenci?
Hem dersini bilmiyor, hem de şişman herkesten.

İyi nişan alırdı kendini asan zenci,
Bira içmez ağlardı, babası değirmenci,
Sizden iyi olmasın, boşanmada birinci...
Çok canım sıkılıyor, kuş vuralım istersen.”
― Ülkü Tamer, Güneş Topla Benim İçin

“Is T.S. Eliot the only poet one can think of who could have spent a year on his own in Paris at twenty-three—and managed to have no sexual encounter whatsoever?”
― David Markson, The Last Novel

“Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”
― T.S. Eliot

“He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.”
― Franz Kafka

“Remember how long you’ve been putting this off, how many extensions the gods gave you, and you didn’t use them. At some point you have to recognize what world it is that you belong to; what power rules it and from what source you spring; that there is a limit to the time assigned to you, and if you don’t use it to free yourself it will be gone and will never return.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“To the pain means this: if we duel and you win, death for me. If we duel and I win, life for you. But life on my terms. The first thing you lose will be your feet. Below the ankle. You will have stumps available to use within six months. Then your hands, at the wrists. They heal somewhat quicker. Five months is a fair average. Next your nose. No smell of dawn for you. Followed by your tongue. Deeply cut away. Not even a stump left. And then your left eye—"

And then my right eye, and then my ears, and shall we get on with it?" the Prince said.

Wrong!" Westley’s voice rang across the room. "Your ears you keep, so that every shriek of every child shall be yours to cherish—every babe that weeps in fear at your approach, every woman that cries 'Dear God, what is that thing?' will reverberate forever with your perfect ears.”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

“In everything that you do, pause and ask yourself if death is a dreadful thing because it deprives you of this”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations