Mehrnoosh

“A dream is not a very safe thing to be near, Bayard. I know; I had one once. It’s like a loaded pistol with a hair trigger: if it stays alive long enough, somebody is going to be hurt. But if it’s a good dream, it’s worth it. There are not many dreams in the world, but there are a lot of human lives. And one human life or two dozen——” “Are not worth anything?” “No. Not anything.—Listen.”
― William Faulkner, The Unvanquished

“Come to my city my love,
Just come tomorrow.
leave everything and come
say you have somebody waiting for you
Come, so that this city may find its meaning
with your footsteps
Come, so that I may cease to hate it.
Come , so that I may take a breath
Come...”
― Nâzım Hikmet Ran

“الحب أن تُحِبَّ بغير حذر ، بِغيرِ حِساب ، بغير تفكير بالثمن .. يكفيك كما العاشِق أنَّكَ أحبَبْت”
― ناظم حکمت

“I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every moment holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action;
and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
and I want my grasp of things to be
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the wildest storm of all.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God