Orhan Pamuk

Ka knew very well that life was a meaningless string of random incidents ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#randomness #life

The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#surrender #love

In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#museums #objects #time #love

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. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#longing #love #reality #art

Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#memories #love

Where there is a true art and genuine virtuosity the artist can paint an incomparable masterpiece without leaving even a trace of his identity. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#artist #artists-life #insight #art

Age had not made him less handsome, as is so often the case; it had simply made him less visible. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#aging #handsomeness #visibility #age

The power of things inheres in the memories they gather up inside them, and also in the vicissitudes of our imagination, and our memory--of this there is no doubt. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#memories #memory #things #imagination

Yet does illustrating in a new way signify a new way of seeing? ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#thought-provoking

... el arte que es simplemente malo ni siquiera es capaz de provocarnos repugnancia. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#repugnancia #art