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“Come. Let Us Raise A Glass.
Let Us Drink...To This Creature Called Man.
Good And Evil Repeat In An Endless Cycle...On The Spiral Of Time, Where A Lifetime Is Far Too Long For Peace Yet Far Too Short For War.
That Is Why They Yearn. That Is Why They Foster.
If Only They Knew...That All One Needs In Life Is The Sun, The Soil And Poetry.”
― Hunter X Hunter

“The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.”
― Christopher McQuarrie, Usual Suspects

“Nothing is an absolute reality, all is permitted.”
― Vladimir Bartol, Alamut

“Fast women and slow horses will ruin your life.”
― Thomas Shelby

“All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy: Inferno - Purgatorio - Paradiso

“Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women

“পৃথিবী প্রবীণ আরো হ'য়ে যায় মিরুজিন নদীটির তীরে;
বিবর্ণ প্রাসাদ তার ছায়া ফেলে জলে।
ও-প্রাসাদে কারা থাকে? কেউ নেই- সোনালি আগুন চুপে জলের শরীরে
নড়িতেছে- জ্বলিতেছে- মায়াবীর মতো জাদুবলে।

সে-আগুন জ্ব'লে যায়- দহেনাকো কিছু।
                        সে-আগুন জ্ব'লে যায়
                        সে-আগুন জ্ব'লে যায়
সে-আগুন জ্ব'লে যায় দহেনাকো কিছু।

নিমীল আগুনে অই আমার হৃদয়
                        মৃত এক সারসের মতো।
                        পৃথিবীর রাজহাঁস নয়-
                        নিবিড় নক্ষত্র থেকে যেন সমাগত
সন্ধ্যার নদীর জলে এক ভিড় হাঁস অই- একা;
এখানে পেল না কিছু; করুণ পাখায়
তাই তারা ব'লে যায় শাদা, নিঃসহায়।
মূল সারসের সাথে হ'লো মুখ দেখা।”
― Jibanananda Das, সাতটি তারার তিমির

“It's a mystery to me
We have a greed with which we have agreed
You think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won't be free

When you want more than you have
You think you need
And when you think more than you want
Your thoughts begin to bleed

I think I need to find a bigger place
'Cause when you have more than you think
You need more space

Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me”
― Eddie Vedder

“My old friend, what are you looking for?
After years abroad you’ve come back
with images you’ve nourished
under foreign skies
far from you own country.’

‘I’m looking for my old garden;
the trees come to my waist
and the hills resemble terraces
yet as a child
I used to play on the grass
under great shadows
and I would run for hours
breathless over the slopes.’

‘My old friend, rest,
you’ll get used to it little by little;
together we will climb
the paths you once knew,
we will sit together
under the plane trees’ dome.
They’ll come back to you little by little,
your garden and your slopes.’

‘I’m looking for my old house,
the tall windows
darkened by ivy;
I’m looking for the ancient column
known to sailors.
How can I get into this coop?
The roof comes to my shoulders
and however far I look
I see men on their knees
as though saying their prayers.’

‘My old friend, don’t you hear me?
You’ll get used to it little by little.
Your house is the one you see
and soon friends and relatives
will come knocking at the door
to welcome you back tenderly.’

‘Why is your voice so distant?
Raise your head a little
so that I understand you.
As you speak you grow
gradually smaller
as though you’re sinking into the ground.’

‘My old friend, stop a moment and think:
you’ll get used to it little by little.
Your nostalgia has created
a non-existent country, with laws
alien to earth and man.’

‘Now I can’t hear a sound.
My last friend has sunk.
Strange how from time to time
they level everything down.
Here a thousand scythe-bearing chariots go past
and mow everything down”
― George Seferis

“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me--upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain--upon the bleak walls--upon the vacant eye-like windows--upon a few rank sedges--and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees--with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium--the bitter lapse into everyday life--the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart--an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher and Other Tales

“ফিরিবার পথ নাহি;
দূর হতে যদি দেখ চাহি
পারিবে না চিনিতে আমায়।
হে বন্ধু বিদায়।”
― Rabindranath Tagore

“বালকদিগের সর্দার ফটিক চক্রবর্তীর মাথায় চট্ করিয়া একটা নূতন ভাবোদয় হইল;
নদীর ধারে একটা প্রকাণ্ড শালকাষ্ঠ মাস্তুলে রূপান্তরিত হইবার প্রতীক্ষায় পড়িয়া ছিল; স্থির হইল,
সেটা সকলে মিলিয়া গড়াইয়া লইয়া যাইবে।
যে ব্যক্তির কাঠ, আবশ্যক-কালে তাহার যে কতখানি বিস্ময় বিরক্তি এবং অসুবিধা বোধ হইবে, তাহাই উপলব্ধি করিয়া বালকেরা এ প্রস্তাবে সম্পূর্ণ অনুমোদন করিল।”
― Rabindranath Tagore, ছুটি

“Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact... same thing... over and over again expecting... shit to change... That. Is. Crazy. The first time somebody told me that, I dunno, I thought they were bullshitting me, so, I shot him. The thing is... He was right. And then I started seeing, everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked all these pricks doing the exact same thing... over and over and over and over again thinking 'this time is gonna be different' no, no, no please... This time is gonna be different,
Hey, do you think I am bullshitting you, do you think I am lying?
ha ha ha ha It's okay, man. I'm gonna chill, I'm gonna chill... Alright, the thing is I killed you once already... and it's not like I am crazy. It's like water under the bridge.
Did I ever tell you the definition... of insanity?”
― Far Cry

“I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don't really exist if you don't.”
― Nabokov Vladimi, Lolita

“আমার একপাটি পাম্প?”
― Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay, Srikanta