Quotes from Orhan Pamuk

Birisini çok çok seversek, onun için en k?ymetli ÅŸeyimizi verirsek, ondan bize bir kötülük gelmeyeceÄŸini biliriz. Kurban budur.

In my view most authors do not write to reflect reality but to invent a second world with a complicated set of rules - the more complicated the better. Though this second world is derived from the first, it is somehow more meaningful, more satisfying than the real world.

He had no faith in money, but he'd nervously squirrel it away. Contrary to what is commonly believed, all murderers are men of extreme faith rather than unbelievers.

Over time, the persona I assumed in her presence came to supplant my true self. It must have been then I first came to realize that for most people life was not a joy to be embraced with a full heart but a miserable charade to be endured with a false smile, a narrow path of lies, punishment, and repression.

With a clarity of mind and an optimism that he hadn't felt in years, Ka saw at once that the heart of the matter was shame.

Objasnite nekome tko nikad nije iskusio osje?aj crvenog, objasnite mu kakva je to boja, uvaženi majstore. Da je promiješamo vrhom prsta, osjetili bismo je kao nešto izme?u željeza i bakra. Kapnemo li je na dlan, pekla bi nas. Da je liznemo, bila bi jaka kao zasoljeno meso. Kad bismo je stavili u usta, posve bi nas ispunila. Kad bismo je pomirisali, mirisala bi na konja. Da miriše kao cvijet, nalikovala bi kamilici, ne crvenoj ruži.

De la misma forma que uno puede ver su aspecto mirándose en un espejo, observando sus pensamientos puede contemplar su esencia.

The thing that binds us together is that we have both lowered our expectations of life.

Znate i sami, strah da bi vas mogli smatrati ?ovjekom kamena srca najiskreniji je osje?aj u nama.

C?rÈ›ile nu adaug? nefericirii omeneÈ™ti decât o anumit? adâncime, pe care noi o socotim a fi consolare.

fact no one recognizes the happiest moment of their lives as they are living it. It may well be that, in a moment

Deschisesem discuÈ›ia deoarece È™tiam c? la È™aptezeci È™i trei de ani, când nu avea s? mai poat? tânji dup? alte vieÈ›i, Rüya avea, în sfârÈ™it, s? m? iubeasc?.

pequeños comerciantes de Beyoglu, y ofreciendo por las

Roman sanat?n? canl? tutan ÅŸey, yazar ile okur aras?nda ortak bir kurmaca anlay???n?n olmas? deÄŸil, olmamas?d?r. Bu anlaÅŸmazl?k ve aynalar aras?na düÅŸme duygusu, roman sanat?n? Decartesç? düÅŸüncenin d???na ta??r ve insanl???n düÅŸünme, hayal etme, herkesi, her ÅŸeyi özgürce anlama özlemine seslenir.

If a person is happy enough to think he has reached the happiest moment of his life, he will be hopeful enough to believe his future will be just as beautiful, more so.

I znaj ovo: oni koji traže samo sre?u, nikada je ne na?u!

On TV he had seen how the Chinese cooked their rice, and it wasn't with chickpeas and chicken as Rayiha did; they boiled it for a very long time.

with a sad smile she would recount the time our grandfather was so displeased with our grandmother's okra stew that in a fit of temper he threw the pot out the window into the deep, fast-running waters of the Bosphorus.

If you ever happen to become a clothier-cum-messenger like Esther, you'll soon learn that only wealth, might and legendary romances stir people's curiosity. Everything else is but worry, separation, jealousy, loneliness, enmity, tears, gossip and never-ending poverty.

Had I been told Istanbul used to be a poorer, smaller and happier city, I might not have believed it, but that's what my heart told me.

Babas?z büyürsen âlemin bir merkezi ve s?n?r? olduÄŸunu anlamaz, her ÅŸeyi yapabileceÄŸini san?rs?n...ama bir süre sonra ne yapaca??n? bilmez, dünyada bir mana, bir merkez bulmaya çal???r, sana hay?r diyecek birini aramaya baÅŸlars?n.

For words were so close to the things they described that, on mornings when the mist swept down from the mountains into the ghost villages below, poetry mixed with life and words with the objects they signified.

Poezija nam nije pomogla da na?emo sre?u; stoga je sad pokušavamo na?i u zakrilju politi?koga plašta

Gledao sam kako se mijenjaju ljudi koji su mi nekada bili uzor i kako nestaju oni kojima sam se želio dopasti; nijedan mi se san nije ostvario, ni u pjesni?koj karijeri, ni u životu.