“Kağıt sizin kıymetli fikirlerinizi saklamaya layık değildir.”
Eskiden insanlar birbirlerine olan aşklarını ne kadar güzel dile getirirlermiş. Bazen düşünüyorum, bu zamanlarda aşık olmak ne kadar basit. Eski aşklar mı daha güzeldi yoksa?
“Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking. The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.”
“Then you must tell 'em that love ain't something like a grindstone that’s the same thing everywhere and do de same thing to everything it touch. Love is like de sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore."