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“WHEN I WAS VERY YOUNG, Papa used to tell me that words fly on wild winds from the mouths of sly people. When the winds pick up, he said, sand blows into your ears and bites your eyes. Storms build overhead like a lake with a spout, but you can’t see or hear. Only when you are safely sheltered, Papa said, can you tell which way the wind is blowing. Only from the calm, he said, can you see how to protect yourself from trouble.”
― Lawrence Hill

“There is a pervasive form of contemporary violence to which the idealist most easily succumbs: activism and overwork. The rush and pressure of modern life are a form, perhaps the most common form, of its innate violence. To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything, is to succumb to violence. The frenzy of our activism neutralizes our work for peace. It destroys our own inner capacity for peace. It destroys the fruitfulness of our own work, because it kills the root of inner wisdom which makes work fruitful.”
― Thomas Merton, Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander

“If I read our story backwards, it's about how I un-broke your heart, and then we were happy until one day, you forgot about me forever.”
― Joseph Gordon-Levitt, The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories, Vol. 1

“تا هستم ای رفیق ندانی که کیستم
روزی سراغ وقت من آیی که نیستم
در آستان مرگ که زندان زندگی است
تهمت به خویشتن نتوان زد که زیستم
پیداست ازگلاب سرشکم که من چو گل
یک روز خنده کردم و عمری گریستم
خود مدعی که نمره انصاف اوست صفر
در امتحان صبر دهد نمره بیستم
گر آسمان وظیفه شاعر نمیدهد
گو نام هم به خفیه بلیسد زلیستم
سرباز مفت اینهمه در جا نمی زند
سرهنگ گو ببخش به فرمان ایستم
گوهر شناس نیست در این شهر، شهریار
من در صف خزف چه بگویم که چیستم”
― شهریار, دیوان شهریار