“I don’t want you, Edgar. I’m past wanting you. Return to your books.”—Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

“Ölüyoruz, demek ki yaşanılacak.”—İsmet Özel

Kış olsun istedim bir an… pembe hırkama sarınasım geldi

Bir kuğu gördüm sanki…

Something to sustain for a while…

You? she said, looking out over the water. Mmm. Rain forest, she said.
Rain forest, what does that mean? I asked.
You are lush, she said.
I need rain?
Lots of rain.
AimeeBender, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake

” غداً تأتِين (…) \ (…) وتَلتحفِين شالَ العُمر مخضوباً بآمالِي“.—أحمد الحربي، الخروج من بوابة الفُل