Mahtab

“what hurt me was actually me, myself. In the midst of that continuing, unsettled silence my feelings, like a heavy pendulum, a razor-sharp blade,”
― Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

“آنکه می گوید دوست ات می دارم
خنیاگر غمگینی ست
که آوازش را از دست داده است.

ای کاش عشق را
زبان سخن بود

هزار کاکلی شاد
در چشمان توست
هزار قناری خاموش
در گلوی من.

عشق را
ای کاش زبان سخن بود”
― شاملو

“In the silence of the woods it felt like I could hear the passage of time, of life passing by. One person leaves, another appears. A thought flits away and another takes its place. One image bids farewell and another one appears on the scene. As the days piled up, I wore out, too, and was remade. Nothing stayed still. And time was lost. Behind me, time became dead grains of sand, which one after another gave way and vanished. I just sat there in front of the hole, listening to the sound of time dying.”
― Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

“Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.”
― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta