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“ارغوان
شاخه هم خون جدا مانده من
آسمان تو چه رنگ است امروز
آفتابیست هوا یا گرفته است هنوز
من در این گوشه که از دنیا بیرونست
و آسمانی به سرم نیست
از بهاران خبرم نیست
آنچه می بینم دیوارست
آه این سقف سیاه
آنچنان نزدیکست
که چو بر می کشم از سینه نفس
نفسم را بر می گرداند
ره چنان بسته که پرواز نگه
در همین یک قدمی می ماند
کور سویی ز چراغی رنجور
قصه پرداز شب ظلمانیست
نفسم می گیرد
که هوا هم این جا زندانیست
هر چه با من این جاست رنگ رخ باخته است
آفتابی هرگز گوشه چشمی هم بر خاموشی این دخمه نیانداخته است
هم در این گوشه خاموش فراموش شده
که از دم سردش هر شمعی خاموش شده
یاد رنگینی در خاطرم گریه می انگیزد”
― هوشنگ ابتهاج / سایه / Hushang Ebtehaj

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”
― Charles Bukowski

“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”
― Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

“The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of the martyr.”
― Anonymous, القرآن الكريم

“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“searching for love ... ; searching for people ... ; searching for things that scare me ... ; finding me !”
― عبد الرحمن محمدين

“Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?”
― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

“سَلامٌ للذين أحبُّهم عبثاً

سَلامٌ للذين يضيئهم جرحي

سَلامٌ للهواءِ...............وللهواءْ”
― محمود درويش

“All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey. I never understood people very well anyway, and they never seemed to understand me very well either. All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps