Bahar

“May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.

I smiled. "Sure."

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager.

"Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," he said.

"You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"

"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.

"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."

He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“And still, after all this time,
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe Me."

Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.”
― Hafiz

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost

“دنيا كوچكتر از آن است
كه گم شده اي را در آن يافته باشي
هيچ كس اينجا گم نمي شود
آدمها به همان خونسردي كه آمده اند
چمدانشان را مي بندند
و ناپديد مي شوند
يكي در مه
يكي در غبار
يكي در باران
يكي در باد
و بي رحم ترينشان در برف
آنچه به جا مي ماند
رد پايي است
و خاطره اي كه هر از گاه
پس مي زند مثل نسيم سحر
پرده هاي اتاقت را”
― عباس صفاری / Abas Safari, کبریت خیس