Some quotes from the book
“Sometimes I worry the truth can’t be worth the pain it causes.” “People were complicated. They weren’t math problems; they were collections of feelings and decisions and dumb luck. The world was complicated too, not a beautifully hazy French film, but a disastrous, horrible mess, speckled with brilliance and love and meaning.” “I’m searching for something of myself I lost, and it’s not fair to anyone.” “If you think the story has a sad ending, it’s because it’s not over yet.” “pain was our body demanding to be heard.” “That is how life feels too often. Like you’re doing everything you can to survive only to be sabotaged by something beyond your control, maybe even some darker part of yourself.” “so this day was neither an ending nor a beginning. It was just another good day. A perfect day. A happy-for-now, so vast and deep that I knew—or rather believed—I didn’t have to worry about tomorrow.”
"I can't talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, *and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.*"
Sayfa 260·Kitabı okudu
Alıntı
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
People were complicated. They weren’t math problems; they were collections of feelings and decisions and dumb luck. The world was complicated too, not a beautifully hazy French film, but a disastrous, horrible mess, speckled with brilliance and love and meaning.
Rites of Love and Math
Filmi izler izlemez insanlar şunu soruyor: "Aşkın formülü gerçekten var mı?" Benim cevabım ise belli: "Keşfettiğimiz her formül, bir aşk formülüdür". Matematik, tüm maddelerin kalbine giden; kültürler, kıtalar ve yüzyıllar arasında bizi birleştiren; zamandan bağımsız derin bilgi birikimi kaynağıdır.
Sayfa 24 - Paloma·Kitabı okudu
Matematik ve Aşk
Love&Math.
Bu yüzden, eğer birisi size emin olduğu bir gerçeklikten bahsederken "2 artı 2, eşittir 4" derse, artık ona, "Aslına bakarsan, bu her zaman doğru değil," diyebilirsiniz. Söylediğinizi açıklamanız gerekirse de şöyle devam edebilirsiniz: "Toplama işlemini mod 3 aritmetiğinde yaparsanız 2 artı 2, 1'e eşit olur."
Edebiyat
Kesinlikle...
Love isn’t always about falling in love with a person. Love is passing your final exams. Love is watching the sun come up between the clouds. Love is finding the light when you were in the dark. Love is when your favorite TV show returns. Love is when your dog tilts its head with confusion. Love is a free ice cream voucher left on your car windshield. Love is the leaves falling in the fall. Love is learning the constellations. Love is solving a ridiculous math problem. Love is the changing Starbucks menu for the seasons. Love is watching a child play in the sandbox. Love is warm clothes when they come out of the dryer. When you say you’ve given up on love, all you’re really saying is that you’ve closed your eyes. Open them.