1004 – “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

-Anaïs Nin

290 – “Ağaca balta vurmuşlar ‘sapı bedenimden’ demiş.”

“As the axe hit the tree, it said ‘the handle is from me.'”

–Turkish Proverb