Bãtöûl

“Was it really my own, that image glimpsed in a flash? Am I really like that, from the outside, when—all the while living—I do not think of myself? For others, then, I am that stranger whom I surprised in a mirror; I am he and not the I whom I know; I am that one there whom I myself at first, upon becoming aware of him, did not recognize. I am that stranger whom I am unable to see living except like that, in a thoughtless second. A stranger whom others alone can see and know, not I.”
― Luigi Pirandello, One, No One, and One Hundred Thousand

“تمنيت العودة للدنيا لا لشئ، إلا لأشكر صديقي مؤمن
وأمسح دموعه التي تنزل من عينيه وتجري على خديه، وأقول له أني مازلت بخير على الرغم من غموض المسير وجهل المصير”
― عبد الرزاق الحجامي, تحت أجنحة البرزخ

“Welcome, O Goldfinch! Come joyously. Be eager to act, and come as the fire. When you have burnt up your attachments the light of God will manifest itself more and more. Since your heart knows the secrets of God, remain faithful. When you have perfected yourself you will no longer exist.
But God will remain.”
― Farid ud-Din Attar

“Among lovers, only those with wings
flee this worldly cage before death comes.
The condition of these lovers is hard to recount,
for such souls speak a different tongue.
The one who learns and speaks their language
will hold the elixir of happiness at Simorgh's court.”
― Farid ud-Din Attar, The Conference of the Birds