I imagined my first night alone in bed with my stranger. I conjured our future years together unhampered by worries about money or officialdom. We would enjoy the day, the night, a smile, a word, a kiss, a glance. All lovely thoughts. All pointless dreams.

Man can walk one or a thousand miles and not taking a single step. He can study the greatest books of wisdom and never find the treasures within. Man can study the depths of nature and never learn the secrets it shares.

Those who kept silent yesterday will remain silent tomorrow.

Love points the way, empties you of the stuff of life, carries you at last to the mystery of creation.

Written By Orhan Pamuk

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