246 Quotes by Elif Shafak

القاعد الاولي : إن الطريقة التي نري فيها الله ما هي الا انعكاس للطريق التي نري فيها انفسننافاذا لم يكن الله يجلب الي عقولنا إلا الخوف والملامة , فهذا يعني أن قدرا كبيرا من الخوف والملامة يتدفق في نفوسنا ,اما اذا رأينا الله مفعما بالمحبة و الرحمة , فاننا نكون كذلك

İlk taşı atan, ilk çiçeği verendi.

Believers favour answers over questions, clarity over uncertainty. Athiests, more or less the same. Funny, when it comes to God, Whom we know next to nothing about, very few of us actually say, 'I don't know.

In the Kingdom of the East, the male heart, like the orb at the end of a pendulum, swung from one extreme to the other. Oscillating between overplayed adoration to overplayed contempt, dangling over the emotional detritus that just the day before had been passion, men loved too much, raged too much, hated too much, always too much.

– El dolor es una golondrina –dijo el anciano–. Un día uno se despierta y cree que se ha ido para siempre, pero solo ha migrado a otro sitio, para calentarse las plumas. Tarde o temprano volverá a posársele en el corazón.

انها لقاعد الاولى يا أخي : إن الطريقة التي نري فيها الله ما هي الا انعكاس للطريق التي نري فيها انفسننافاذا لم يكن الله يجلب الي عقولنا إلا الخوف والملامة , فهذا يعني أن قدرا كبيرا من الخوف والملامة يتدفق في نفوسنا ,اما اذا رأينا الله مفعما بالمحبة و الرحمة , فاننا نكون كذلك

The past is an interpretation. The future is on illusion. The world does not move through time as if it were a straight line, proceeding from the past to the future. Instead time moves through and within us, in endless spirals. Eternity does not mean infinite time, but simply timelessness. If you want to experience eternal illumination, put the past and the future out of your mind and remain within the present moment.

Pour lui, il y avait deux bénédictions dans la vie : les livres et les amis, qu'il fallait posséder en proportions inverses. Des livres en grand nombre mais seulement une poignée d'amis.

Through the range of the months of the year, every month knows the particular season it belongs to and behaves accordingly. Every month but one. March. March is most unbalanced in Istanbul, both psychologically and physically. March might decide she belongs to the spring season, warm and fragrant, only to change her mind the very next day, turning into winter sending chilly winds and sleet all around.