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این قصه برای نخوابیدن است”
― گروس عبدالملكيان

“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
― Bernard M. Baruch

“آزادی که بپذیری
آزادی که بگویی نه
و این
زندان کوچکی نیست.

آزادی که ساعت‌ها دست‌هایت در هم قفل شوند
چشم‌هایت بروند و بر نگردند‌، خیره! خیره بمان

و ما اسم اعظم را به کار می‌بریم:
اسکیزوفرنیک.

آزادی که کتاب‌ها جمع شوند زیر دیرکی که تو را به آن بسته‌اند
و یکی‌شان
آتش را شروع کند.

آزادی که به هیچ قصه و شهر و کوچه‌ای
به هیچ زمانی برنگردی

و از اتاق‌های هتل
صدای خنده به گوش برسد.”
― شهرام شیدایی

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“جای مردان سیاست بنشانید درخت / تا هوا تازه شود”
― سهراب سپهری

“Do you hate people?”

“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
― Charles Bukowski, Barfly

“Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.”
― Hermann Hesse

“چقدر باید بگذرد تا آدمی بوی کسی را که دوست داشته از یاد ببرد؟ و چقدر باید بگذرد تا بتوان دیگر او را دوست نداشت؟”
― Anna Gavalda, Someone I Loved

“آدم‌ها می‌آیند
زندگی می‌کنند
می‌میرند
و می‌روند
اما
فاجعه‌ی زندگی تو
آن هنگام آغاز می‌شود
که آدمی می‌ميرد
اما
نمی‌رود
می‌ماند
و نبودنش در بودن تو
چنان ته ‌نشین می‌شود
که تو می‌میری در حالی که زنده­‌ای
و او زنده می‌شود در حالی که مرده است

از مزار که بازگشتی
قبرستان را به خانه نیاور”
― آزاده طاهايي / Azadeh Tahaei

“That which does not kill us makes us stronger.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”
― Anita Desai

“I lean across his body and lift his hand for inspection. As i run my fingertips over his broken skin, careful not to cause more pain, I say "I meant you blowfish. Your bones."
His hand trembles a little in mine. Somehow that rattles me more then anything else. I could deal with losing my fantasy Brody more then i can face a very real, trembling Quince.
"No," He whispers. "I pulled my punches." Then, with some of his usual humor, he adds, "Principal Brown already thinks I'm one step away from juvie. Don't need to put myself there."
I look up ready to argue, when a lumpy spot in his heather gray t-shirt catches my eye. Lifting my fingers to the place just beneath his collarbone, I'm both surprised and not to feel a sand-dollar shaped object. My gaze continues the journey up to his.
"Your still wearing it."
We both know it's not a question, just like we both seem to have lost the ability to breathe. A whole sea of emotions washes though his eyes-fear,anger, pain, trust, love. Love. It's when i see that last one that i close my eyes.
He whispers, "Always.”
― Tera Lynn Childs, Forgive My Fins