false maria

I wanted to say something, but I could not. It is difficult to find words when one really has something to say. And even if one knows the right words, then one is ashamed to say them. All these words belong to other, earlier centuries. Our time has not the words yet to express its feelings. We can only be offhand—anything else rings false.
—  Erich Maria Remarque, from Three Comrades, transl. by A. W. Wheen (Popular Library, 1958)

“Yaz gene de gelir, ama yalnız sabredenlere gelir, önlerinde sonsuzluk varmış gibi tasalanmadan sessiz ve yürekleri geniş olanlara gelir. Onu gönül borcu duyduğum acılar içinde öğreniyorum: sabır her şeydir.”