Once a pomegranate breaks

“There is no together anymore. Once a pomegranate breaks and all its seeds scatter in different directions, you cannot put it back together.”
― Elif Shafak, The Bastard of Istanbul

“From her he had learned two fundamental things about love: first, that unlike what the romantics so pompously argued, love was more a gradual course than a sudden blossoming at first sight, and second, that he was capable of loving.”
― Elif Shafak, The Bastard of Istanbul