Ezgi Simsek

“No breath, no sound, except at times the muffled cracking of stones being reduced to sand and cold, came to disturb the solitude that surrounded Janine. After a moment, however, it seemed to her that a king of slow gyration was sweeping the sky above her. In the depths of the dry, cold night thousands of stars were formed unceasingly and their sparkling icicles, no sooner detached, began to slip imperceptibly towards the horizon. Janine could not tear herself away from the contemplation of these shifting fires. She turned with them, and the same stationary progression reunited her little by little with her deepest being, where cold and desire now collided. Before her, the stars were falling one by one, then extinguishing themselves in the stones of the desert, and each time Janine opened a little more to the night. She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living and dying.”
― Albert Camus, Exile and the Kingdom

“Reader, I married him.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Ayrıca yüreğimi değil, aklımı ve yeteneklerimi beğeniyor, oysa her şeyin kaynağı yürektir: tüm gücün, tüm mutluluğun, tüm kederin. Ah, benim bildiklerimi herkes bilebilir - ama yüreğimdir yalnızca bana ait olan.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

“After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished?”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day