Discover new books on Goodreads
Meet your next favorite book
c. cansu m.
https://www.goodreads.com/shopliftersunite
to-read
(0)
currently-reading (0)
read (315)
did-not-finish (0)
british (47)
french (44)
american (33)
biography (31)
non-fiction (24)
fantasy (23)
currently-reading (0)
read (315)
did-not-finish (0)
british (47)
french (44)
american (33)
biography (31)
non-fiction (24)
fantasy (23)
romance
(20)
favs (17)
italian (17)
german (15)
music (11)
turkish (10)
good-romance (9)
canadian (7)
heroines (6)
russian (5)
favs (17)
italian (17)
german (15)
music (11)
turkish (10)
good-romance (9)
canadian (7)
heroines (6)
russian (5)
“Her lack of confidence in life, in realization, in the fulfillment of her desires, in the outcome of a dream, in the possibility of reality corresponding to her fantasy, speeded her bicycle with the incredible speed of anxiety, a speed beyond the human body, beyond human endurance.
She arrived before him. Her fear was justified! She could not measure what the anxiety had done to her speed, the acceleration which had broken the equality of rhythm. She arrived as she had feared, at a desolate spot on the road, and the boy had become this invisible image which taunts the dreamer, a mirage that could not be made real. It had become reality eluding the dreamer, the wish unfulfilled.
The boy may have arrived later. He may have fallen asleep and not come at all. He may have had a tire puncture. Nothing mattered. Nothing could prevent her from feeling that she was not Juliet waiting on the balcony, but Romeo who had to leap across space to join her. She had leaped, she had acted Romeo, and when woman leaped she leaped into a void.”
― Ladders to Fire
She arrived before him. Her fear was justified! She could not measure what the anxiety had done to her speed, the acceleration which had broken the equality of rhythm. She arrived as she had feared, at a desolate spot on the road, and the boy had become this invisible image which taunts the dreamer, a mirage that could not be made real. It had become reality eluding the dreamer, the wish unfulfilled.
The boy may have arrived later. He may have fallen asleep and not come at all. He may have had a tire puncture. Nothing mattered. Nothing could prevent her from feeling that she was not Juliet waiting on the balcony, but Romeo who had to leap across space to join her. She had leaped, she had acted Romeo, and when woman leaped she leaped into a void.”
― Ladders to Fire
“I shake like a ship in a storm. It is a fact that even warming moments overwhelm me with despair, and this is why I am I.”
― Autobiography
― Autobiography
“She was now afraid to yield to passion, and because she could not yield to the larger impulses it became essential also to not yield to the small ones, even if her adversary were in the right. She was living on a plane of war. The bigger resistance to the flow of life became one with the smaller resistance to the will of others, and the smallest issue became equal to the ultimate one. The pleasure of yielding on a level of passion being unknown to her, the pleasure of yielding on other levels became equally impossible. She denied herself all the sources of feminine pleasure: of being invaded, of being conquered. In war, conquest was imperative. No approach from the enemy could be interpreted as anything but a threat. She could not see that the real issue of the war was a defense of her being against the invasion of passion. Her enemy was the lover who might possess her. All her intensity was poured into the small battles; to win in the choice of a restaurant, of a movie, of visitors, in opinions, in analysis of people, to win in all the small rivalries through an evening.”
― Ladders to Fire
― Ladders to Fire
“I suffered from other kinds of pangs. I was prone to the most excessive dreaming, of such intensity and realism that when I awakened I felt I lost an entire universe of legends, myths, figures and cities of such color that they made our room seem a thousand times more bare, the poverty of the table more acute.”
― Ladders to Fire
― Ladders to Fire
“- Sana ne oldu? Sensiz yaşayamam.
- Yaşarsın. Herkes herkessiz yaşayabilir.”
― Çocukluğun Soğuk Geceleri
- Yaşarsın. Herkes herkessiz yaşayabilir.”
― Çocukluğun Soğuk Geceleri
Turkish Reading Challenges
— 3842 members
— last activity Jul 23, 2026 04:55AM
Grubumuz, Türk Edebiyatı ile ilgili kitapları tartışabileceğimiz ve bilgilerimizi paylaşacağımız bir yer olarak kurulmuştur. Discussion for non-Turki ...more
c. cansu m.’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at c. cansu m.’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
More friends…
Favorite Genres
Polls voted on by c. cansu m.
Lists liked by c. cansu m.
























































