"Why didn't you throw this away?" Elif asked, touching the gold lines. "It’s broken."
Selim wiped his hands and sat across from her. "The wound isn't a sign of weakness, Elif. It is a map of where you have been. You cannot heal it by ignoring it. You heal it by making it part of your story." Icimde Bir Yara Vardir
She wasn't "broken." She was a masterpiece in progress, gold-filled cracks and all. "Why didn't you throw this away
One afternoon, Elif visited an old potter named Selim. In his workshop, she saw a beautiful ceramic vase, but it was crisscrossed with gold-filled cracks. gold-filled cracks and all. One afternoon