Nurcihan

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson

“Dünyasındaki insanlardan biriydim. Onunla birlikte hiçbir şeyim ölmedi. İnsan ölümünü kendi kendine ölüyor.”
― Tezer Özlü, Çocukluğun Soğuk Geceleri

“She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, she was only waiting for her pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in her. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill her, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the center of her being, and overflowing wave upon wave to her moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above her as she lay with her back against the cold earth.”
― Albert Camus

“Anlatamayacağım. Bu insanlar guguk kuşu filmini de Napolyonun yaşam öyküsü filmini de limana yanaşan beyaz bir yolcu gemisini de vitrinlerdeki yeni sonbahar giysilerini de aynı gözlerle seyredebiliyorlarsa elimden ne gelir?”
― Tezer Özlü