Even A Speck Of Love Should Not

Stories Cannot Demolish Frontiers, But They Can Punch Holes In Our Mental Walls, And Through Those Holes We Can Get A Glimpse Of The Other And Sometimes Even Like What We See.

How Can You Blame Others For Disrespecting You When You Think Of Yourself As Unworthy Of Respect?

One Night, A Group Of Moths Gathered On A Shelf Watching A Burning Candle. Puzzled By The Nature Of The Light, They Sent One Of Their Members To Go And Check On It. The Scouting Moth Circled The Candle Several Times And Came Back With A Description: The Light Was Bright. Then A Second Moth Went To Examine It. He, Too, Came Back With An Observation: The Light Was Hot. Finally A Third Moth Volunteered To Go. When He Approached The Candle He Didn't Stop Like His Friends Had Done, But Flew Straight Into The Flame. He Was Consumed There And Then, And Only He Understood The Nature Of The Light.

I Would Like The Refugee Crisis To Become A New Beginning In The Turkish-european Relationship. But It Would Be Very Problematic If, During This Process, Human Rights Were Forgotten. Democracy Needs To Be The Priority.

What I’m Saying Is, My Friends, One Ought To Be Able To Let Go. If A Path Does Not Please Us, Instead Of Insisting On Going That Specific Way, Of Making Our Selfishness The Guide, We Ought To Forsake. The Books We Cannot Write, The Films We Cannot Shoot, The Projects We Cannot Develop, The Jobs We Cannot Pursue And The People Who No Longer Love Us. Being Able To Let Go, At Times, Is The Most Beautiful Of All!