The Butterfly's Dream (2013)

Mert Firat: Rustu Onur

Quotes 

• Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : We can't write poems for that girl.

  Rustu Onur : Why not?

  Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : She didn't shake your hand.

  Rustu Onur : She was scared, nothing extra ordinary.

  Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : Why write poems for someone ordinary?

  Rustu Onur : You wouldn't?

  Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : Would you?

  Rustu Onur : But we're not writing poems for her. The girl's our excuse. Love is an excuse for poetry.

• Rustu Onur : Don't invite misery. We have plenty of it already. Keep up your poetry. We're obviously good for nothing else.

  Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : Misery is an excuse for poetry.

• Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : Why do pretty girls grow up faster?

  Rustu Onur : The prettiest can never resist a poem.

• Rustu Onur : When I asked how I was People laughed Even mother wouldn't look at me Because I wrote poetry But over lunch one day She said we were fated to die Whereas I am destined To live

• Suzan Özsoy : I can't figure out if I was bored because I didn't understand... Or I didn't understand because I was bored.

  Rustu Onur : That's poetry for you.

• Behcet Necatigil : I am without patience You without loyalty What can come of these two wants? Who's the poet?

  Rustu Onur : Yusuf Nabi.

  Behcet Necatigil : Bravo. I'll give you an extra-high grade for that. Give half to your friend here. Good night.

  Rustu Onur : Good night, sir.

  Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : Good night, sir.

  Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : Know that habit you have of reveling in a right answer?

  Rustu Onur : Right, the habit you never have?

  Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : So memorizing literature makes you literary, does it?

  Rustu Onur : Not knowing it gets you nowhere.

  Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : I know.

• Rustu Onur : Poetry is an excuse for life.

• Behcet Necatigil : Just write.

  Rustu Onur : Don't worry, we will.

  Behcet Necatigil : All we know is to keep a record The rest is the will of the Lord

  Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu : Whose lines, sir?

  Behcet Necatigil : Anonymous. Good poetry is anonymous.

• Behcet Necatigil : If a girl likes the poem does it mean she'll like the poet too?

  Rustu Onur : Don't you think so, sir?

  Behcet Necatigil : Well, I've known it not to.

• Rustu Onur : We didn't understand so were bored The bakerwas uninspired so we starved

  Suzan Özsoy : So is that a poem?

  Rustu Onur : I don't know. Maybe.

• Rustu Onur : Anyone glad to be alive is fine. Not those glad not to be dead.

• Rustu Onur : Happiness, as you know, my carnation, is a thing lost.

  Mediha Sessiz : Why did you suddenly say that?

  Rustu Onur : I don't know.

  Mediha Sessiz : You say bleak things so beautifully.

  Rustu Onur : But that's nothing! Your very being stops everything from being totally bleak. Otherwise, everything but you is bleak, my sweet wife. Even your illness is beautiful.

  Mediha Sessiz : How do you mean?

  Rustu Onur : If you weren't sick, they'd never have let us marry.

  Mediha Sessiz : See? You said something bleak beautifully again.

  Rustu Onur : No kisses.

  Mediha Sessiz : No kisses.

  Rustu Onur : Take a deep breath.

  Mediha Sessiz : Take a deep breath.

  Mediha Sessiz : What about this smell?

  Rustu Onur : Don't worry, I'll drink it later.

• Rustu Onur : Dear God I never bared my soul Reunion must now wait Until Judgment Day There is neither sailboat, Norship in the harbor Escape Must wait for a long voyage The ships are said to be on coral shores Finding them Must wait for gloomy days