Orhan Pamuk Quotes

All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.

I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.

Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.

There are no deliverers. They're all dead.

When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?

The bottom had arrived. She crashed against it, but it brought no sense of closure or understanding. She just lay there at the bottom looking up. She knew there must be a very tiny circle of light up there somewhere, but just now she couldn’t see it.

You jackass. We're all going to die here. You know that, right?' Harrier said. Yeah," Eugens said shakily. '...Guess I might as well die here with you as out on the desert with a bunch of other jackasses.

I think suicide is the most perfect thing you can do in life.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.

I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can't. It's a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

Nothing good comes out of depression.

Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

It seems as if life and hope must cease together.

Man, I hate to get depressing on you, but I don't have a game. I'm so alone, so depressed, so dark, no.

This whole country is a graveyard, and we are all constantly walking on the bones

Neither God nor the Devil would take me in, so here I am.

When you are debilitated, and you're very depressed, and you believe there's no hope, you cannot get a better potpourri of down.

Death at times seems like a dark tunnel to be traveled, and the future seems bleak.

The best thing would be to break your neck, but you'd probably just break your leg and then you couldn't do a thing. You'd yell at the top of your lungs, but nobody;d hear you, and you couldn't expect anybody to find you, and you'd have centipedes and spiders crawling all over you, and the bones of the ones who died before are scattered all around you, and it's dark and soggy, and way overhead there's this tiny, tiny circle of light like a winter moon. You die there in this place, little by little, all by yourself.

Life and hope must cease together.