Mana Ravanbod > Mana's Quotes

“I was walking along a path with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.”
― Edvard Munch

“این جا که همیشه می‌نشینی وچای هم می‌زنیّ وبه ابرها
نگاه می‌کنی
که دائماً بزرگ می‌شوند و کوچک و این قدر، خلاصه، دقیقه دقیقه که انگار
بازمان می‌رقصند.

گاهی اتفاق می‌افتد غروبها
چیزی انگار گُمت شده باشد، بعد می‌بینی از نبودِ نور بوده وفتی آن رفیقِ قدیمی
کلید چراغ را می‌زند...”
― بیژن الهی

“آن آهویی که جوشان می‌رفت
مرد شکارچی را می‌جست”
― هوشنگ چالنگی

“در آخرین حنجره
من
بادبان‌های بی‌شمار می‌بینم.
و به هنگام روز
همین امروز
صدای افتادن میوه‌های رسیده را
بر زمین سرد
می‌شنوم.

اما هنوز
لغتی به شعر نیافزوده‌ام
که آفتاب
کاغذ را از سایه‌ی دستم
می‌پوشاند

سوزن
می‌درخشد و
کج شده ست!
در آفتاب ملایم
از زیر درختان ملایم‌تر

از پی تابوتی بی‌سرپوش
روانه‌ایم و روان بودیم
و سایه گلی
ناف مرده را
پوشانده ست.”
― بیژن الهی

“در سقوط
مکاشفهْ حیرتِ بی‌انتهاست
که هر‌ دم
از ما می‌گریزد
اما مثل برف
بر بام ما
می‌نشیند”
― شاپور بنیاد

“There is no bad whiskey. There are only some whiskeys that aren't as good as others.”
― Raymond Chandler

“کسی با دست ما را نشان می‌دهد
برمی‌گردیم
پشت سرمان خالی‌ست”
― کیوان قدرخواه

“سرود باد
مرگ پرنده‌ی باد است
وقتی که در میان قفس
-ناچار-
خاموش می‌نشیند
و گوش می‌دهد
آواز میله‌ها را”
― ضیا موحد

“Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.”
― Albert Camus

“آسمان مکدر می‌شود و من
در کسوف اختری کوچک
از یاد می‌روم”
― نعیم موسوی

“همه‌ی اسم‌هاو کلمات نقش جادویی دارند
و نام هر شخص آنی از او را
این رمز را کودکان می‌دانند
آن‌گاه که نامِ خود را وا نمی‌گویند”
― محمدرضا شیروانی

“و نور درخشید به تاریکی و
بر کلام نارمیده جهان هنوز می‌چرخید
گردِ کانونِ کلامِ خاموش
قومِ منا، بر تو چه کرده‌ام؟”
― بیژن الهی, چارشنبه خاکستر

“چه بگویم به آوای دور شدن كشتی ها
كه كالاشان جز آب نیست
- آبی كه می خواست باران باشد -
و بادبانهاشان را
خدای تمام خداحافظی ها
با كبوتران از شانه ی خود رم داده –”
― بیژن الهی

“روز چندان طولانی بود
كه همسایه ام چراغ را دوباره افروخت
تا شاپركان را بدان فریب دهد.”
― بیژن الهی

“مرا دفنِ سراشیبها کنید که تنها

نمی از باران به من رسد اما

سیلابه اش از سر گذر کند

مثل عمری که داشتم”
― بیژن الهی

“و زیباترین خمیازه را كبریت كشید به گاه افروختن
تا سیمای تو حادثه‌ای باشد در میان تاریكی.
آن‌گاه كه برگریزان، این كف‌زدن شدید بر می‌خاست
برای خضری، به شكل پیری‌ی من
كه حتی مرگ خود را نیز باخته بود .”
― بیژن الهی

“پس که
یک شب پس از باران، چتر را میبندد و تنها می‌شود ؟
الف – لام – میم، سلام بر تبرهایی که
حروف آزادی را
جدا جدا کرده‌اند !”
― بیژن الهی

“Illness is the night side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place.”
― Susan Sontag, Illness as Metaphor

“When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it. ”
― Boris Pasternak

“Dostoevsky,the only psychologist from whom I've anything to learn.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“ای نور ،
ای جغرافیای سری که متلاشی می‌شود !
با تو عشق در قلب من
شعوری کروی دارد.”
― بیژن الهی

“I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness - a real thorough-going illness.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead

“On the back part of the step, toward the right, I saw a small iridescent sphere of almost unbearable brilliance. At first I thought it was revolving; then I realised that this movement was an illusion created by the dizzying world it bounded. The Aleph's diameter was probably little more than an inch, but all space was there, actual and undiminished. Each thing (a mirror's face, let us say) was infinite things, since I distinctly saw it from every angle of the universe. I saw the teeming sea; I saw daybreak and nightfall; I saw the multitudes of America; I saw a silvery cobweb in the center of a black pyramid; I saw a splintered labyrinth (it was London); I saw, close up, unending eyes watching themselves in me as in a mirror; I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me; I saw in a backyard of Soler Street the same tiles that thirty years before I'd seen in the entrance of a house in Fray Bentos; I saw bunches of grapes, snow, tobacco, lodes of metal, steam; I saw convex equatorial deserts and each one of their grains of sand; I saw a woman in Inverness whom I shall never forget; I saw her tangled hair, her tall figure, I saw the cancer in her breast; I saw a ring of baked mud in a sidewalk, where before there had been a tree; I saw a summer house in Adrogué and a copy of the first English translation of Pliny -- Philemon Holland's -- and all at the same time saw each letter on each page (as a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight); I saw a sunset in Querétaro that seemed to reflect the colour of a rose in Bengal; I saw my empty bedroom; I saw in a closet in Alkmaar a terrestrial globe between two mirrors that multiplied it endlessly; I saw horses with flowing manes on a shore of the Caspian Sea at dawn; I saw the delicate bone structure of a hand; I saw the survivors of a battle sending out picture postcards; I saw in a showcase in Mirzapur a pack of Spanish playing cards; I saw the slanting shadows of ferns on a greenhouse floor; I saw tigers, pistons, bison, tides, and armies; I saw all the ants on the planet; I saw a Persian astrolabe; I saw in the drawer of a writing table (and the handwriting made me tremble) unbelievable, obscene, detailed letters, which Beatriz had written to Carlos Argentino; I saw a monument I worshipped in the Chacarita cemetery; I saw the rotted dust and bones that had once deliciously been Beatriz Viterbo; I saw the circulation of my own dark blood; I saw the coupling of love and the modification of death; I saw the Aleph from every point and angle, and in the Aleph I saw the earth and in the earth the Aleph and in the Aleph the earth; I saw my own face and my own bowels; I saw your face; and I felt dizzy and wept, for my eyes had seen that secret and conjectured object whose name is common to all men but which no man has looked upon -- the unimaginable universe.

I felt infinite wonder, infinite pity.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“The other part of me wanted to get out and stay out, but this was the part I never listened to. Because if I ever had I would have stayed in the town where I was born and worked in the hardware store and married the boss's daughter and had five kids and read them the funny paper on Sunday morning and smacked their heads when they got out of line and squabbled with the wife about how much spending money they were to get and what programs they could have on the radio or TV set. I might even get rich - small-town rich, an eight-room house, two cars in the garage, chicken every Sunday and the Reader's Digest on the living room table, the wife with a cast-iron permanent and me with a brain like a sack of Portland cement. You take it, friend. I'll take the big sordid dirty crooked city.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

“[در الف] گردش تیره‌گون خونم را دیدم؛ سازوکار درهم‌بافت عشق را دیدم و استحاله‌ی مرگ را؛ الف را دیدم، از هر زاویه‌ای، در الف زمین را دیدم و در زمین از نو الف را و در الف زمین را؛ چهره‌ی خودم و امعاء و احشاء خودم را دیدم؛ چهره‌ی تو را دیدم، و سرم گیج رفت و گریستم، چرا که چشم‌های من شیئی سرّی و فرضی را دیده بودند که نامش آدمی را تسخیر می‌کند، امّا هیچ انسانی آن را به تفکر درنیاورده: عالم ادراک ناپذیر.”
― بورخس - الف - ترجمه م طاهر نوکنده

“I'm a licensed private investigator and have been for quite a while. I'm a lone wolf, unmarried, getting middle-aged, and not rich. I've been in jail more than once and I don't do divorce business. I like liquor and women and chess and a few other things. The cops don't like me too well, but I know a couple I get along with. I'm a native son, born in Santa Rosa, both parents dead, no brothers or sisters, and when I get knocked off in a dark alley sometime, if it happens, as it could to anyone in my business, nobody will feel that the bottom has dropped out of his or her life.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

“ما برهنه شدیم و آغـاز کردیم. میانِ من و تو وقتی برهنه نیستیم همه‌چیز ساکن است. وقتی برهنه آغـاز می‌کنیم، بعداً می‌توانیم پوشاننده‌ترین پوشاکمان را بپوشیم و مطمئن باشیم که جریان برقرار است و همه‌چیز ادامه دارد. دیگران دو اشکال دارند. آن‌ها پوشیده آغـاز می‌کنند، سال‌ها پوشیده ادامه می‌دهند، و همین که برهنه می‌شوند همه‌چیز تمام می‌شود. یا این که برهنه آغـاز می‌کنند، امّا آغـازی میانشان روی نمی‌دهد. آن وقت هر کس لباس خودش را می‌پوشد و هر کدام به راه خود می‌روند”
― بهمن فرسی

“Americans will eat anything if it is toasted and held together with a couple of toothpicks and has lettuce sticking out of the sides, preferably a little wilted.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

“A three-piece Mexican band was making the kind of music a Mexican band always makes. Whatever they play, it all sounds the same. They always sing the same song, and it always has nice open vowels an a drawn-out, sugary lilt, and the guy who sings it always strums on a guitar and has a lot to say about amor, mi corazon, a lady who is "linda" but very hard to convince, and he always has too long and too oily hair and when he isn't making with the love stuff he looks as if his knife work in an alley would be efficient and economical.”
― Raymond Chandler, Playback

“I'm a pessimist because of intelligence, but an optimist because of will.”
― Antonio Gramsci, Antonio Gramsci: Prison Letters