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Seher : "Whatever happened to us happened out of love. Now I'm doomed to live with a bullet in my head, a gift from Semra's brother. My mind sometimes goes and comes, sometimes it goes and never comes. Every beautiful smile takes me to Semra. I no longer have the strength to keep track of the lives wasted for the sake of a smile. Don't look at it like that, nothing is as you know it."
Devran: "Oh dear! Oh my pomegranate flower! Should this love have to end like this?
Efsun: "I belong to my lover, my beloved to me, O white sparrow, do not ask me any more questions. No one should get tired or be sad. I belong to my beloved, and my beloved to me."
Leylan: "Sexuality and making love are not the subject of love, but the subject of biology and chemistry. If you make it the subject of love, it will mislead and deceive you. I'm not saying don't make love, make love. But at least listen to Cemal Süreyya: our nights without poverty are very short, we need to make love at full speed. Afterwards, what remains is love, what remains is love. 
