Quotes About Experience

To derive pleasure from a novel is to enjoy the act of departing from words and transforming these things into images in our mind.

Y, al igual que ocurre con nuestras vidas, la mayor parte de las veces es por otros por quienes nos enteramos del significado de la ciudad en la que vivimos.

Ä°stanbul'da, a??rl??? biraz deÄŸiÅŸse de, milyonlarca kiÅŸinin yar?m yüzy?ld?r kat?k olarak yaln?zca bu ekmeÄŸi yediÄŸini hat?rlatmak ve hayat?n bir tekrar olduÄŸuna, ama sonra her ÅŸeyin ac?mas?zl?kla unutulduÄŸuna iÅŸaret etmek de istiyorum.

YaÅŸland?kça hem camiye daha çok giden, hem de daha çok rak? içenler gibi olmam??t? Mevlut, az içiyordu

Hala da düÅŸünürüm:Haf?zam?z?n,biz yaÅŸland?kça fazla yük ta??mak istemeyen huysuz bir yük hayvan? gibi att??? a??rl?klar en sevmediÄŸi yükler midir,en a??rlar? m?,yoksa en kolay düÅŸenler mi?

After a lifetime in which every experience of love was touched by shame and suffering, the prospect of falling in love filled Ka with an intense, almost instinctive dread.

Kitab? okumadan önce bir dünyam vard?, kitab? okuduktan sonra baÅŸka bir dünyam olmuÅŸtu. Åžimdi konuÅŸmal?yd?k, çünkü ben bu dünyada yapayaln?z kalm??t?m.

Roman sanat? kendi yaÅŸad???m?z hikayeleri baÅŸkalar?n?n hikayesi gibi, baÅŸkalar?n?n yaÅŸad??? hikayeleri de kendimiz yaÅŸam???z gibi yazabilme hünerine dayan?r.

Me parecía que aquel momento de observación se alargaba sin cesar y comprendí que ahora el hecho de ver se había transformado en un cierto recordar. Entonces se me vino a la cabeza lo que sentía antiguamente cuando contemplaba una hermosa ilustración durante horas: si la miras lo suficiente, tu mente entra en el tiempo de la pintura.

The art of the novel is based on the craft of telling our own stories as if they belonged to others, and of telling other people's stories as if they were our own.

Ne tuhaf aÅŸk denen ÅŸey! Åžimdiyi hiç yaÅŸam?yorum sanki! Bir yandan b?k?p usanmadan gelecekte ne olaca??n? düÅŸünüyor, öte yandan da bütün hareketlerini ve sözlerini anlamland?rabilmek için olup bitenleri yeniden defalarca düÅŸünerek geçmiÅŸte ya??yorum.

How difficult it is being human, even worse is living a human's life.

Um dia abri um livro e toda a minha vida mudou. Desde a primeira página, sofri com tanta força o poder do livro que senti o meu corpo apartado da cadeira e da mesa a que me sentava.

Los jóvenes aún puede sentir curiosidad y apetito por todo porque todavía no se han llevado ninguna bofetada de la vida

the hüzün the boy has carried with him since birth will lead the story into melodrama.

distinguish hearsay from what we've seen with our own eyes; when we are relating dreams, fairy tales, or past events we could not have witnessed, we use this tense. It is a useful distinction to make as we "remember" our earliest life experiences, our cradles, our baby carriages, our first steps, all as reported by our parents, stories to which we listen with the same rapt attention

YaÅŸlanmam??, ihtiyarlay?p çökmüÅŸ.

If we've lived in a city long enough to have given our truest and deepest feelings to its prospects, there comes a time when—just as a song recalls a lost love—particular streets, images, and vistas will do the same.

El verdadero placer de leer una novela empieza con la capacidad de ver el mundo no desde el exterior, sino a través de los ojos de los protagonistas que viven en ese mundo.

A letter doesn't communicate by words alone. A letter, just like a book, can be read by smelling it, touching it and fondling it. Thereby, intelligent folk will say, "Go on then, read what the letter tells you!" whereas the dull-witted will say, "Go on then, read what he's written!

wir wären die Dichter unseres eigenen Lebens, wenn wir erst in den Zeitungen schrieben, was uns geschehen wird, und dann staunend die schönen Dinge erleben, die wir verfasst haben

Eso que llamas cuentos no son cuentos, ¡son realidades! —decía Nilgün—. Son necesarias para explicar el mundo.

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.

I know there are many stances we can adopt towards the novel, many ways in which we commit our soul and mind to it, treating it lightly or seriously. And in just the same manner, I have learned by experience that there are many ways to read a novel. We read sometimes logically, sometimes with our eyes, sometimes with our imagination, sometimes with a small part of our mind, sometimes the way we want to, sometimes the way the books wants us to, and sometimes with every fiber of our being.