Quotes from Latife Tekin

Unutacak kadar eskide ve galibada kald? hepsi.

Ya?ay?p bitirdi?i her günün, tutulmaz bir ku? olup uçtu?una, yava? yava? gözden silinip bir küçük kara noktaya dönü?tü?üne karar verdi. Gözünü yumdu?unda her yan?n? saran karanl???n, bu küçük kara noktalardan olu?tu?unu ke?fetti.

Niçin bu kadar ba?l?y?m geçmi? zamana? De ki: Hayat?n?n bo?lu?a savrulan yüzünden öyle çok nefret ediyorsun ki, seni mutsuz eden bu yüze y?llarca bakmak, ellerinle kavramak ve anlamak istiyorsun.

After a while, her speech changed too, and she began to speak just like the other villagers. One thing she never learnt, however, was to stop and give way to the men she met on the road. Instead, she marched straight ahead with firm steps.

Ku?ku?otu, anneme bir k?z?yorum. -K?zma. -Bildiklerini ö?retme diyor ama. -Bildi?in ne? -Bilmiyorum. -Ne bildi?ini bilmiyor musun ?imdi sen? -Ne bildi?imi bir bilsem! -Ne yapard?n? -Annemden gizli yayard?m!

Icerideki her sey insan eliyle yapilmis, dunya disaridadir.

Zamani niye kaziyorsunuz boyle? Birakmiyorsunuz ki gecmis gecmisin koynunda uyusun.

The djinn Kepse was invisible at first but later it appeared as a fever, followed by sweating and shivering. Finally it pounced on your chest and sat there, a black ball with neither hands nor feet, and with eyes like lentils. If, just at that moment, you were quick enough to reach out and grab Kepse, it immediately became your faithful servant. But if you missed, and it escaped, you never got another chance.

Dirmit perched on a huge rock and stared out at the sea, her eyes darting back and forth between the birds and the choppy water. First she took the sea into herself and then she let the sea take her into it. Her heart leapt into her mouth in elation as the sea rose inside her, and shivered in fear as the sea swallowed her up.

Dirmit looked at the spot left by her mother's finger. Then she ran her eyes across the four walls and counted all the marks that had been stamped there to predict that they would be abandoned, they would go mad, they would be left to starve without a roof over their heads, or they would fall into evil ways. 'We've made so many markes for one another!' she reflected. Then she got up and started to scratch off all the spots.

Zaten ölüm sihirli sözcü?ü onun. rujunu yazeler gibi ölümden söz eder. Böyle süsleniyor, ifadesine ölümün bilinmezli?i sinecek... s. 15

Ya?murlarla diplerinden ye?eren çal?lar?n kökleri o gece gövdelerini saran alevleri an?ms?yor mu? (s.155)

?nsan ald???n? silen bir varl?kt?r, yaln?zca verdi?inin hesab?n? yapmay? bilir. (s. 146)

Happy that the illness had left no trace on Dirmit, Atiye let her go outside that very day. But Atiye was wrong. The illness had marked her daughter in other ways. After the notch disease, Dirmit was left with certain traits that passed unnoticed. She kept everything she did as secred, and started to take pity on odd things.

Water pump, water pump, I've got some good news for you." "What's your good nes, Dirmit girl?" "There's a teacher in the village." "He's here for you, then." "Guess what he said to me." "What did he say, what did he say?" "He said I didn't look like a peasant." "Were you pleased?" "I was pleased.

From then on Dirmit wrapped herself up in a quilt made of words. She slept on a bed of words and sat on a chair of words. Atiye became thousands of words whos days were numbered. NuÄŸber sat waiting for words. Zekiye wept words. Seyit smiled with his gleaming white teeth made of false words. Mahmut pressed his tongue against his teeth and whistled words. Halit banged words on the wall.

At last Dirmit came upon a way. One by one, she took the words from her head and put them into her heart. When a word made her heart pound she wrote it down at once. When it had no effect she cast it out. From that day forward, Dirmit became a slave to her heart, doing what it told her to do, going where it told her to go, saying what it told her to say.

Ya?ay?p bitirdi?i her günün, tutulmaz bir ku? olup uçtu?una, yava? yava? gözden silinip bir küçük kara noktaya dönü?tü?üne karar verdi.

Rüyalar insandan insana dola??rm??.

Birdie-bird plant, is it shameful for girls to send messages to boys?" "No, it's not." "Should I send more messages then?" "Just to those boys you love.

Yerinden oynayan akl? bir daha yuvas?na geri dönmedi. Kafas?n?n içinde be?ik gibi salland? durdu.

As both a racketeer and a man who turned a profit, he won a place in his father's heart. Huvat broke open his green books and blew prayers after him. He permitted Seyit to smoke in his presence and to shine up his stiletto and spin the chambers of his revolver. After he had bowed in daily prayer, Huvat offered his salutation each time and implored Allah to multiply the strength and power of his son.

Dressed up sharply, Seyit kissed his mother's hand, stepped down the stairs and ventured forth to become a rich man. After he had left, Dirmit spread out her books on top of the sewing machine and started to study.