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“To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!”
― Louis-Ferdinand Celine

“The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength tomorrow to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much too long, where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing, those attempts to escape from crushing necessity, which always founder and serve only to convince you one more time that destiny is implacable, that every night will find you down and out, crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure tomorrows. And maybe it’s treacherous old age coming on, threatening the worst. Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself.”
― Louis-Ferdinand Celine

“Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.”
― Knut Hamsun, Hunger

“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”
― Richard Brautigan

“فصل عوض می‌شود
جای آلو را
خرمالو می‌گیرد
جای دلتنگی را
دلتنگی”
― علیرضا روشن

“Without music, life would be a mistake.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

“Hell is—other people!”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit

“Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre

“Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre , Nausea

“So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—other people!”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit

“I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“No matter how thin you slice it, there will always be two sides.”
― Spinoza

“My turn shall also come:
I sense the spreading of a wing.”
― Osip Mandelstam, The Selected Poems

“... هــمــه بر ســرِ زبـانـنـــد و تـو در میــانِ جــانـی”
― Saadi

“خلاصه بهاری دیگر
بی حضور تو
از راه می رسد،...

و آن چه که زیبا نیست زندگی نیست
روزگار است،”
― شمس لنگرودی

“هيچ چيز عوض نمي شود . هيچ چيز فراموش نمي شود . آدم تصور مي كند ، خيال مي كند ، آرزو مي كند كه گذشت زمان دردها را كم كند و چيزي عوض شود ، اما واقعيت اين است كه هيچ چيز فراموش نمي شود . به جاهاي دور ذهن رانده مي شود اما مثل خاري كه پاي آدم را بزند ، حسش مي كني .”
― روح انگیز شریفیان

“بیمار خنده های توام بیشتر بخند
خورشید آرزوی منی گرمتر بتاب”
― فریدون مشیری / Fereydoon Moshiri

“کاش سرم را بردارم
و برای هفته ای در گنجه ای بگذارم و قفل کنم
در تاريکی يک گنجه خالی ...

روی شانه هايم
جای سرم چناری بکارم
و برای هفته ای در سايه اش آرام گيرم”
― ناظم حکمت

“عشق تو به باد می ماند
وقتی که بخواهم شعله بکشم
می آید و خاموشم میکند.
عشق تو به باد می ماند
همین که شعله کشیدم
می آید و شعله ور ترم می کند.”
― شیرکو بیکس

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“Alice: How long is forever?
White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.”
― Lewis Carroll