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160 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 1943
…he was rather ordinary, with no distinguishing features – no different from the hundreds of others we meet and fail to notice in the course of a normal day. Indeed, there was no part of his life – public or private – that might give rise to curiosity.
What was it about that portrait? I know that words alone will not suffice. All I can say is that she wore a strange formidable, haughty, and almost wild expression, one that I had never seen before on a woman. But while that face was utterly new to me, I couldn’t help but feel that I had seen her many times before. Surely I knew this pale face, this dark brown hair, this dark brow, these dark eyes that spoke of eternal anguish and resolve.
I could have carried on as I was, shunning human company and leading a mediocre existence, but at no point having to face how very empty my life was. I’d have dragged on through life, convinced that my strange temperament allowed me no more, and never would I have known what it meant to lead a happy life. I’d have suffered from loneliness, while still believing that one day I might be rescued. Such was my state of mind when Maria, or rather her painting, came into my life. She had swept me away from my dark and silent world, delivering me to the land of truth and light. And now she had vanished, offering no reasons, and as suddenly as she’d come.
benim fikrimce aşk diye ayrı, mücerret bir mefhum yoktu. insanlar arasında çeşit çeşit kendini gösteren bütün sevgiler, sempatiler bir nevi aşktı.
yalnız yerine göre isim ve şekil değiştiriyorlardı. kadınla erkek arasındaki sevgiye hakiki ismini vermemek bir nevi kendimizi aldatmaktan başka bir şey değildi.
"أتسائل كيف يفهم الناس بعضهم جيدًا إلي هذا الحد؟! حتي أنا كان بودي لو ان لي هذه المهارة لأحلل ما بعقل إنسان ما و أري روحه السوية او المنحرفة. حتي اكثر الناس بساطة و بؤسًا بل و حمقًا لهم أرواح غريبة و معقدة توقع الانسان من الدهشة! لماذا نهرب من فهم هذا و نظن ان فهم الإنسان و الحكم عليه من أسهل الأشياء ؟ لماذا نحكم على نوع جبنٍة رايناه لأول مرة بينما لا نتورع و بضمير مرتاح عن إصدار حكمنا بشأن إنسان ما فور رؤيتنا له ؟. "
“ هذه الذكريات، والتي تكفي لملىء حياةٍ كاملة، كانت حيّةً ومؤثرة أكثر مما كانت عليه في الحقيقة لأنها ضُغِطت في مُدّة بسيطة "
" كنت مُدركاً بأنني لن أتحمّل أيّ حقيقة قد تُبعدني عنها. بعد عثورنا على أهم وأغلى الأشياء الموجودة فينا من أجل أرواحنا، أليس تجاهل التفاصيل، أو بتعبير أصح، التضحية بالحقائق الصغيرة من أجل الحقيقة الكبرى أكثر إنسانية وإنصافاً ."
“أن تحيا هو أن تراقب انسكاب الحياة ومضيها بمنطقٍ لا يتزعزع. وتعرف بأن لحظة ما قد تملأ عمرًا كاملًا. والأهم من ذلك، أن تؤمن بوجود إنسان ستحكي له كل ذلك.”