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“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.”
― Tennessee Williams, Conversations With Tennessee Williams

“چرخ یک گاری در حسرت واماندن اسب
اسب در حسرت خوابیدن گاریچی
مرد گاریچی در حسرت مرگ”
― سهراب سپهری / Sohrab Sepehri

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

“چرا گرفته دلت
مثل آنکه تنهایی
چقدر هم تنها
خیال می کنم
دچار آن رگ پنهان رنگ ها هستی
دچار یعنی عاشق”
― سهراب سپهری / Sohrab Sepehri, مسافر - هشت کتاب

“من به آمار زمین مشکوکم اگر این سطح پر از آدمهاست پس چرا این همه آدم تنهاست.؟”
― سهراب سپهری

“زندگی رسم خوشایندی است
زندگی بال و پری دارد با وسعت مرگ
پرشی دارد اندازه عشق
زندگی چیزی نیست که لب طاقچه عادت از یادمن و تو برود
زندگی جذبه دستی است که می چیند
زندگی نوبر انجیر سیاه در دهان گس تابستان است
زندگی بعد درخت است به چشم حشره
زندگی تجربه شب پره در تاریکی است
زندگی حس غریبی است که یک مرغ مهاجر دارد
زندگی سوت قطاری است که درخواب پلی می پیچد
زندگی دیدن یک باغچه از شیشه مسدود هواپیماست
خبر رفتن موشک به فضا
لمس تنهایی ماه
فکر بوییدن گل در کره ای دیگر
زندگی شستن یک بشقاب است
زندگی یافتن سکه دهشاهی در جوی خیابان است
زندگی مجذور اینه است
زندگی گل به توان ابدیت
زندگی ضرب زمین در ضربان دل ما
زندگی هندسه ساده و یکسان نفسهاست”
― سهراب سپهری

“به سراغ من اگر می آیید
نرم و آهسته بیایید
تا مبادا که ترک بردارد
چینی نازک تنهائی من”
― سهراب سپهری

“زندگی سوت قطاریست که در خواب پلی می پیچد.”
― سهراب سپهری / Sohrab Sepehri

“زندگي يعني: يك سار پريد.
از چه دلتنگ شدي؟
دلخوشي‌ها كم نيست: مثلا اين خورشيد،
كودك پس‌فردا،
كفتر آن هفته.

يك نفر ديشب مرد
وهنوز، نان گندم خوب است.
وهنوز، آب مي‌ريزد پايين، اسب‌ها مي‌نوشند.”
― سهراب سپهری, حجم سبز

“خوشا به حال گیاهان که عاشق نورند
و دست منبسط نور روی شانه آنهاست
همیشه فاصله ای هست
همیشه فاصله ای هست
دچار باید بود
وگرنه زمزمه حیرت میان دو حرف
حرام خواهد شد ”
― سهراب سپهری / Sohrab Sepehri

“انتظاری نوسان داشت
نگاهی در راه مانده بود
و صدایی در تنهایی می گریست”
― سهراب سپهری / Sohrab Sepehri

“من در اين تاريكي
فكر يك بره‌ي روشن هستم
كه بيايد علف خستگي‌ام را بچرد.

من در اين تاريكي
امتداد تر بازوهايم را
زير باراني مي‌بينم
كه دعاهاي نخستين بشر را تر كرد.

من در اين تاريكي
در گشودم به چمن‌هاي قديم،
به طلايي‌هايي، كه به ديوار اساطير تماشا كرديم.

من در اين تاريكي
ريشه‌ها را ديدم
و براي بته‌ي نورس مرگ، آب را معني كردم.”
― سهراب سپهري

“و ما ... برای خوردن یک سیب

چقدر تنها ماندیم...”
― سهراب سپهری

“They do not love that do not show their love.”
― William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona

“Our doubts are traitors,
and make us lose the good we oft might win,
by fearing to attempt.”
― William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure

“Religion is an attempt to get control over the sensory world, in which we are placed, by means of the wish-world, which we have developed inside us as a result of biological and psychological necessities. But it cannot achieve its end. Its doctrines carry with them the stamp of the times in which they originated, the ignorant childhood days of the human race. Its consolations deserve no trust. Experience teaches us that the world is not a nursery. The ethical commands, to which religion seeks to lend its weight, require some other foundations instead, for human society cannot do without them, and it is dangerous to link up obedience to them with religious belief. If one attempts to assign to religion its place in man’s evolution, it seems not so much to be a lasting acquisition, as a parallel to the neurosis which the civilized individual must pass through on his way from childhood to maturity.”
― Sigmund Freud , Moses and Monotheism

“The young woman had never thought much of love. She had not been fed tales of storybook princesses; she did not dream of true love’s kiss saving her from her treacherous life. But the memory of this boy’s mouth still visited her at night. If it was love to want someone, perhaps this was it.

She was so, so young. Hard in some ways. Softly naive in others. She did not truly understand, yet, that vampires shone as the silver teeth of traps shone. Their beauty was a “beckoning hand, promising sweet caresses.

The little serpent was so very lonely. She slithered right into those lovely, elegant fingers. She did not even see the claws.”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Serpent and the Wings of Night

“It was the closest I’d ever get to an apology. I had never seen Vincent apologize to anyone for anything, ever. But one had to learn how to hear what lingered in between the words. Just like he never told me he loved me, but I heard it in every stern instruction.
And now, even though he did not say he was sorry, I heard it in the slightly lower cadence of his voice in that single sentence.
You had to bend, with people like Vincent. Reach for what they wouldn’t give you themselves.”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Serpent and the Wings of Night

“The king keeps his new adopted daughter carefully sequestered from the rest of his bloody world. He gives her everything she could possibly wish for within the confines of four walls.

The girl is eleven years old before her wishes venture beyond those walls. The king tried to be everything to her, but for all his affection and protection, he was still several hundred years older than her, and an entirely different species aside.

The girl remembered the life she had before she came here—even if those images were fleeting, eaten away by time. Years are long to a child so young, and memories so short. Still, she remembered that she had a life before this. A life with people who were like her.

One night, when the king came to visit her, she asked him about her family. It was not the first time. She recognized the look on his face as he prepared to give her the same answer he always had, for the thousandth time.”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Serpent and the Wings of Night

“Tonight, though, my soul was heavy—with Raihn’s torture and Mische’s past, with Vincent’s lies and the dark memories stirred by the Ministaer’s mouth on my skin. Maybe I was weak. Maybe I was foolish.

But even though I knew I should pull away, I didn’t.

No, I drank up Raihn’s touch like one last gulp of wine. A secret, shameful vice.”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Serpent and the Wings of Night