Mahnoor

“Everything, except boredom, bores me. I’d like, without being calm, to calm down,
To take life every day
Like a medicine—
One of those medicines everybody takes.

I aspired to so much, dreamed so much, That so much so much made me into nothing.
My hands grew cold
From just waiting for the enchantment
Of the love that would warm them up at last.

Cold, empty
Hands.”
― Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

“The reality we can put into words is never reality itself.”
― Werner Heisenberg

“It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.”
― Lemony Snicket

“I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself