Manar

“He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“Colour is the touch of the eye,
Music to the deaf,
A word out of darkness.”
― Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

“I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity.”
― Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope

“What is love?”
“I don’t know.”
“Love is the name given to the bond Kemal feels with Füsun whenever they travel along highways or sidewalks; visit houses, gardens, or rooms; or whenever he watches her sitting in tea gardens and restaurants, and at dinner tables.”
“Hmmm … that’s a lovely answer,~ But isn’t love what you feel when you can’t see me?”
“Under those circumstances, it becomes a terrible obsession, an illness.”
― Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence