As much as I live I shall not imitate them or hate myself for being different to them Orhan Pamuk More Quotes by Orhan Pamuk More Quotes From Orhan Pamuk True literature is more than just a story someone has told. It must provide the reader with the essence of the world on a moral, philosophical and emotional level. Orhan Pamuk philosophicalemotionalessence My unhappiness protects me from life. Orhan Pamuk unhappinessprotect Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories. Orhan Pamuk dreammemoriesheaven The first thing I learned at school was that some people are idiots; the second thing I learned was that some are even worse. Orhan Pamuk istanbulpeopleschool ...every person has a star, every star has a friend, and for every person carrying a star there is someone else who reflects it, and everyone carries this reflection like a secret confidante in the heart. Orhan Pamuk starsreflectionheart Mankind's greatest error, the biggest deception of the past thousand years is this: to confuse poverty with stupidity. Orhan Pamuk errorspastyears The past is always an invented land. Orhan Pamuk landpast Suddenly Ka realized he was in love with İpek. And realizing that this love would determine the rest of his life, he was filled with dread. Orhan Pamuk filleddreadrealizing It may not happen in the first instant, but within ten minutes of meeting a man, a woman has a clear idea of who he is, or at least who he might be for her, and her heart of hearts has already told her whether or not she's going to fall in love with him. Orhan Pamuk falling-in-loveheartmen In a brutal country like ours, where human life is 'cheap', it's stupid to destroy yourself for the sake of your beliefs. Beliefs? High ideas? Only people in rich countries can enjoy such luxuries. Orhan Pamuk rich-countriesstupidcountry I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work. Orhan Pamuk painlonelinessimagination If we give what we treasure most to a Being we love with all our hearts, if we can do that without expecting anything in return, then the world becomes a beautiful place. Orhan Pamuk heartbeautifulgiving When you look into the faces of these quiet creatures who don't know how to tell stories--who are mute, who can't make themselves heard, who fade into the woodwork, who only think of the perfect answer after the fact, after they're back at home, who can never think of a story that anyone else will find interesting--is there not more depth and more meaning in them? You can see every letter of every untold story swimming on their faces, and all the signs of silence, dejection, and even defeat. You can even imagine your own face in those faces, can't you? Orhan Pamuk swimminghomethinking I think it's horrible that we Turks are always seen under the aspect of Islam first. I am constantly asked about religion, and almost always with a negative undercurrent that makes me furious. Orhan Pamuk islamnegativethinking Listen to me: Life is not about principles; it`s about happiness.` `But if you don`t have any principles, and if you don`t have faith, you can`t be happy at all,` said Kadife. `That`s true. But in a brutal country like ours, where human life is cheap, it`s stupid to destroy yourself for the sake of your beliefs. Beliefs? High ideas? Only people in rich countries can enjoy such luxuries.` `Actually, it`s the other way round. In a poor country, people`s sole consolation comes from their beliefs. Orhan Pamuk rich-countriesstupidcountry Without patience and the skill of a craftsman, even the greatest talent is wasted. Orhan Pamuk craftsmantalentskills People only tell lies when there is something they are terribly frightened of losing. Orhan Pamuk losinglyingpeople The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region. Orhan Pamuk gapssurrendercompassion Life can't be all that bad,' i'd think from time to time. 'Whatever happens, i can always take a long walk along the Bosphorus. Orhan Pamuk istanbullong-walksthinking After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share? Orhan Pamuk individual-happinessmemoriesmuseums
