Tati kldeiseli

“We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity; more than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.”
― Charlie Chaplin

“-Why does a man live?
-In order to think about it...”
― Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country

“Have you seen a leaf, a leaf from a tree?"
"I have. "
"I saw one recently, a yellow one, with some green,decayed on the edges. Blown about by the wind. When I was 10 years old, I'd close my eyes on purpose, in winter, and imagine a leaf – green, bright, with veins, and the sun shining. I'd open my eyes and not believe it, because it was so good, then I'd close them again. "
"What's that, an allegory?"
"N-no... Why? Not an allegory, simply a leaf, one leaf. A leaf is good. Everything is good."
"Everything? "
"Everything. Man is unhappy because he doesn't know he's happy; only because of that. It's everything, everything! Whoever learns will at once immediately become happy, that same moment. This mother-in-law will die and the girl won't remain – everything is good. I discovered suddenly. "
"And if someone dies of hunger, or someone offends and dishonors the girl – is that good? "
"Good. And if someone's head get smashed in for the child's sake, that's good, too; and if it doesn't get smashed in, that's good, too. Everything is good, everything. For all those who know that everything is good. If they knew it was good with them, it would be good with them, but as long as they don't know it's good with them, it will not be good with them. That's the whole thought, the whole, there isn't any more! "
"And when did you find out that you were so happy? "
"Last week, on Tuesday, no, Wednesday, because it was Wednesday by then, in the night. ”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Demons

“When two people love each other as we do, no one can come between them, no one," I said, amazed at the words I was uttering without preparation. "Lovers like us, because they know that nothing can destroy their love, even on the worst days, even when they are heedlessly hurting each other in the cruelest , most deceitful ways, still carry in their hearts a consolation that never abandons them." (p.191)”
― Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence