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“Her an, herkese, Her gün, her gece, Ailen gibi bakmalı. İnsan olarak doğdun, İnsan gibi yaşamalı. İnsanın hakikatini insan yazmalı, İnsanın nasibini insan yazmalı, İnsanın hikayesi insan yazmalı, İnsanın ilacı insan olmalı. İnsanı seven herkes resul, Yardım eden herkes kraldır. Bencil servet hayvanlara mübarek, İnsan ben, kimliğim kral fakir. Yazar olmak çok kolay Yazar kalmak kolay değil. Aşık olmak çok kolay, Aşık kalmak kolay değil. Yazarın en büyük gücü yaralardır, Her kelime acı veriyor, yine de yazıyorum! Hayat ne kadar zor olursa olsun, Şair ben, yaralarla yaşamayı biliyorum. Mutluluktan yaz, beş kişi arkadaşın olsun. Yaralardan yaz, tüm dünya ailen olsun.”

“Her answer was simple but powerfully sensible:  “You just. . . do, Ricco. You just do. There’s no other way around it, except. . . doing it.” There was no other way around it. Except doing it. Cross the bridge of seemingly endless whys. Take one step forward. Then another. And another. Step after step, after step. And never once look back at the black expanse of their dark past. Suddenly, it dawned on him. His love for Manel was more than his hate for what she had unintentionally done to his father. He loved her more than he hated her.”

“Her antipathy towards Strike seemed to have evaporated. He was not surprised; he had met the phenomenon many times. People liked to talk; there were very few exceptions; the question was how you made them do it. Some, and Ursula was evidently one of them, were amenable to alcohol; others liked a spotlight; and then there were those who merely needed proximity to another conscious human being.”

“Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary. She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!" "I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel. "Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see. "My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm.”

“Her arms tightened around our daughter as if she was afraid I was going to snatch her away. "Get out." "Katiebear, I'm so sorry." "I hate you," she whispered, he eyes filling with tears. "I wish you were dead because then I could have my children back." I stumbled away from the bed, horrified, and watched as she fell asleep as if I'd never even been there. Jesus Christ, what had I done?”

“Her attention wandered, and she began staring at the clouds, dreamily watching them drift over the city. When she was little, she wished she could fly up there and play, or even, when things were particularly miserable, stay there forever. She'd never told anyone, but she used to daydream about trapping one of the flying horses that were supposed to live in the mountains, or finding some other way of getting up there. The idea of living in a place where you were never above the same landscape, that in fact, you could see the world without leaving "home," was enchanting.”

“Her Aunt Rose lightly grabbed hold of True’s hand and kissed the back of her palm. “She loved you more than anything in the world and you did her. Just the way it is supposed to be. She never expected to be gone, you know. She dreamed of seeing you grow up. She was the only person I know that would get excited about growing old. I wish I could tell you that the hurt stops, but I can’t. Although, as impossible as it seems, one day it will hurt a little less.”

“Her back pressed against his chest, slick with sweat and tremblin’ with exhaustion, but still unyieldin’. “Damn ye,” Alyssa gasped between clenched teeth, her voice sharp as the ache twistin’ through her belly. “If I dinnae hate ye by the time this is done, I’ll eat my plaid.” Tryss’s breath hitched in a laugh. “Well, that’s nae very nice. Why say such things tae me when I love ye so?”

“Her back to me, she said, “I know what Paul thinks. Everyone thinks I didn’t love Porter, that I just married him for the money, but Porter and I --” She shrugged. As avowals of lasting love go, I’ve sat through more professional presentations. But I said, “No outsider can understand a relationship between two people.” Hell, sometimes even the people in the relationship couldn’t understand it.”

“Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.”

“Her beauty is not conventional, it does not meet classic dictates. Her face is rebelliously expressive. She enchants in the magical sense of the world. I have to confess that I thought of her all night. And even now, instead of working, I visualize her, a pale silhouette in a sari of blue silk, all interwoven with gold thread. And her hair! The Persians were right, in their poetry, to compare women's hair to snakes. What will happen? I do not know. Probably I will forget her. Oh God, when will I find peace?”

“Her beauty must have been exhausting and not to mention troublesome. Glitter swiftly made its way into the vibrant strands that graced her lavish eyelashes. Each blink, each pressing moment, time seemed to have stopped and I felt as if her charm could fill an entire room and with every set of eyes locked onto her, somehow the glare of her shimmering wet lipgloss could take care of everyones problems, at least for one evening. That as soon as her heavenly music flowed through their wine glasses, that they too were apart of something such bigger, much grander. I believed, when I stood beside her, I became more handsome.”

“Her beauty satisfied [his] artistic eye, her peculiarities piqued his curiosity, her vivacity lightened his ennui, and her character interested him by the unconscious hints it gave of power, pride and passion. So entirely natural and unconventional was she that he soon found himself on a familiar footing, asking all manner of unusual questions, and receiving rather piquant replies.”