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“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
― Albert Camus

“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey

“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

“Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”
― Narcotics Anonymous

“نمی شود که تو باشی من عاشق تو نباشم نمی شود که تو باشی
درست همینطور که هستی و من هزار بار بهتر از این باشم و باز هزار بار عاشق تو نباشم
نمی شود می دانم
نمی شود که بهاراز تو سر سبز تر باشد”
― نادر ابراهیمی / Nader Ebrahimi

“نوشتن برای تو،وقتی ندانی که برایت نوشته ام به چه درد می خورد ؟”
― Oriana Fallaci, زندگی جنگ و دیگر هیچ

“ زنده گی یعنی خسته گی!کوچولو!
زنده گی یه جنگه که هر روز تکرار میشه وُ عَوضِ شادیهاش –که تنها قدِ یه پِلک به هم زَدَن دَووم دارن – باید بَهای زیادی بِدی!

نامه به کودکی که هرگز زاده نشد -
Oriana Fallaci]
”
― Oriana Fallaci

“A thousand words leave not the same deep impression as does a single deed.”
― Henrik Ibsen

“در تنهايی بود كه پی برديم
چقدر تنها
و بی‌كس و كاريم
نه جگرگوشه‌ای
نه دوستی
نه همدمی
نه خويشاوندی كه كوتاه كند
جمعه‌های طاقت فرسايمان را”
― عباس صفاری, حکایت ما

“پرسید مگر تو کی هستی؟
-برای جهان هیچم اما برای خود همه چیز”
― میگل د اونا مونو

“میان بیگانگی و یگانگی هزار خانه است، آنکس که غریب نیست شاید که دوست نباشد”
― نادر ابراهیمی, بار دیگر شهری که دوست می‌داشتم

“همه‌ی بدبختی‌ها را در جعبه‌ای به نام امید پر کرده‌اند. اگر همه چیز سرِ جایش بود، چه نیازی به امید بود. امید اولین داشته‌ی آدم‌ها بود در هجرتشان به زمین. چیزی می‌لنگد وقتی امیدوار زندگی می‌کنیم”
― سعید منافی

“The farther you go...the harder it is to return. The world has many edges and it's easy to fall off.”
― Anderson Cooper, Dispatches from the Edge: A Memoir of War, Disasters, and Survival

“منظره‌ی ویرانی آدم‌ها غم‌انگیزترین منظره‌ی دنیاست .”
― رضا قاسمی / Reza Ghasemi

“وقتی زبان مادری‌ات فقط 127 فعل داشته باشد که مستقیم صرف می‌شوند، وقتی هزاران فعل دیگر را باید به کمک فعل معین صرف کرد، و این فعل هم درست همان فعلی باشد که برای عمل هم‌خوابگی به‌کار می‌رود، آن‌وقت زبان خیانتکار می‌شود.”
― رضا قاسمی / Reza Ghasemi

“در گذشته ها به دنبال لحظه هاي ناب گشتن ، آشكارا به معناي آن است كه آن لحظه ها ، اينك وجود ندارند”
― نادر ابراهیمی

“تحمل تنهایی از گدایی دوست داشتن آسانتر است

تحمل اندوه از گدایی همه شادی ها اسانتر است

سهل است که انسان بمیرد
تا آنکه بخواهد
به تکدی حیات برخیزد”
― Nader Ebrahimi, یک عاشقانه‌ی آرام

“For men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they are born, the city apartment or farm in which they learnt to walk, the games they played as children, the old wives tales they overheard, the food they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the poets they read, and the God they believed in. It is all these things that have made them what they are, and these are the things that you can't come to know by hearsay...”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge

“The fact that a great many people believe something is no guarantee of its truth.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge

“Its a toss-up when you decide to leave the beaten track. Many are called, few are chosen.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge

“Almost all the people who’ve had the most effect on me I seem to have met by chance, yet looking back it seems as though I couldn’t but have met them.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge

“Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it. If change is of the essence of existence one would have thought it only sensible to make it the premise of our philosophy.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge

“The dead look so terribly dead when they're dead.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge

“Well, you know when people are no good at anything else they become writers.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge

“We Americans... like change. It is at once our weakness and our strength.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge

“It's a long, arduous road he's starting to travel, but it may be that at the end of it he'll find what's he's seeking.”
― Somerset Maughm, The Razor’s Edge

“Larry sat with his arm stretched out along the top of the front seat. His shirt cuff was pulled back by his position and displayed his slim, strong wrist and the lower part of his brown arm lightly covered with fine hairs. The sun shone goldly upon them. Something in Isabel's immobility attracted my attention, and I glanced at her. She was so still that you might have thought her hypnotized. Her breath was hurried. Her eyes were fixed on the sinewy wrist with its little golden hairs and on that long, delicate, but powerful hand, and I have never seen on a human countenance such a hungry concupiscence as I saw then on hers. It was a mask of lust. I would never have believed that her beautiful features could assume an expression of such unbridled sensuality. It was animal rather than human. The beauty was stripped from her face; the look upon it made her hideous and frightening. It horribly suggested the bitch in heat and I felt rather sick.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge

“When you're eighteen your emotions are violent, but they're not durable.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge

“There are psychologists who think that consciousness accompanies brain processes and is determined by them but doesn't itself exert any influence on them. Something like the reflection of a tree in water; it couldn't exist without the tree, but it doesn't in any way affect he tree. I think it's all stuff and nonsense to say that there can be love without passion; when people say love can endure after passion is dead they're talking of something else, affection, kindliness, community of taste and interest, and habit . . . Of course there can be desire without love. Desire isn't passion. Desire is the natural consequence of the sexual instinct . . . That's why women are foolish to make a song and dance if their husbands have an occasional flutter when the time and place are propitious . . . what is sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose . . . Unless love is passion, it's not love, but something else; and passion thrives not on satisfaction but impediment . . . When passion seizes the heart it invents reasons that seem not only plausible but conclusive to prove that the world is well lost for love. It convinces you that honor is well sacrificed and that shame is a cheap price to pay. Passion is destructive . . . and if it doesn't destroy it dies. It may be then that one is faced with the desolation of knowing that one has wasted the years of one's life, that one's brought disgrace upon oneself, endured the frightful pang of jealousy, swallowed every bitter mortification, that one's expended all one's tenderness, poured out all the riches of one's soul on a poor drab, a fool, a peg on which one hung one's dreams, who wasn't worth a stick of chewing gum.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge

“When he sacrifices himself man for a moment is greater than God, for how can God, infinite and omnipotent, sacrifice himself?”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge