A Fragmented Life

To be alone is the only real revolution. To accept that you are alone is the greatest transformation that can happen to you.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.

Berlin’de yalnızsınız değil mi?” dedi.
“Ne gibi?”
“Yani… Yalnız işte… Kimsesiz… Ruhen yalnız… Nasıl söyleyeyim… Öyle bir haliniz var ki…”
“Anlıyorum, anlıyorum… Tamamen yalnızım… Ama Berlin’de değil… Bütün dünyada yalnızım… Küçükten beri…”
“Ben de yalnızım” dedi. Bu sefer benim ellerimi kendi avuçlarına alarak: “Boğulacak kadar yalnızım…” diye devam etti, “hasta bir köpek kadar yalnız…” Sabahattin Ali - Kürk Mantolu Madonna