শাহ্‌ পরাণ

“কবিতা, তোমাকে ছেড়ে কতকাল বেঁচে-বর্তে আছি!
তা-ব'লে আমাকে কিন্তু তুমি ছেড়ে থেকো না, আমাকে
তোমার বুকের মধ্যে হেলায়-ফেলায় পুষে রেখো।
তুমি ঘর ছেড়ে গেলে আমি কোন্ বানপ্রস্থে যাবো?”
― Nabaneeta Dev Sen, শ্রেষ্ঠ কবিতা

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.”
― John Keats

“Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“A wise old owl lived in an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard:
Why can't we all be like that bird?”
― Edward Hersey Richards