Arshad Khan

“Time is merely a feature of our memories and expectations.”
― Ibn Sina

“Last night I suffered so much that there was nothing but my pain to distract me from my pain. I had to make it my sole diversion and with good reason. It had thus decreed. It attacked at every point. Then it distributed its troops. It encamped. It so manoeuvred that it was no longer intolerable at any one of its positions, but tolerable at them all. That is to say that the intolerable being distributed, it was this no longer, except as a whole. It was something both tolerable and intolerable. The organ that breaks down and the final chord that goes on for ever.”
― Jean Cocteau, The Difficulty of Being

“This was your heart
This swarm of flies
This was once your mouth
This bowl of lies

You serve them well
I’m not surprised
You’re of their kin
You’re of their kind”
― Leonard Cohen

“Believe nothing of me
except that I felt your beauty
more closely than my own.”
― Leonard Cohen, The Spice-Box of Earth