“What was the difference between love and the agony of waiting? Like love, the agony of waiting began in the muscles somewhere around the upper belly but soon spread out to the chest, the thighs, and the forehead, to invade the entire body with numbing force.”

“When two people love each other as we do, no one can come between them, no one," I said, amazed at the words I was uttering without preparation. "Lovers like us, because they know that nothing can destroy their love, even on the worst days, even when they are heedlessly hurting each other in the cruelest , most deceitful ways, still carry in their hearts a consolation that never abandons them." (p.191)”

“What is love?”“I don’t know.”“Love is the name given to the bond Kemal feels with Füsun whenever they travel along highways or sidewalks; visit houses, gardens, or rooms; or whenever he watches her sitting in tea gardens and restaurants, and at dinner tables.”“Hmmm … that’s a lovely answer,~ But isn’t love what you feel when you can’t see me?”“Under those circumstances, it becomes a terrible obsession, an illness.”

“What is the thing you want most from me? What can I do to make you love me?'Be yourself,' said Ipek.”

“I realized that the longing for art, like the longing for love, is a malady that blinds us, and makes us forget the things we already know, obscuring reality.”

“Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?”

“Love is a sacred silence.”