Alireza

“Man is a self-conscious nothing.”
― Julius Bahnsen

“عاقبت روی بالش‌ها دراز کشید، مثل این بود که دیگر رمقی برایش نمانده است و درِ هر امیدی به رویش بسته شده است. صورتش را به صورت پریده‌رنگ و بی‌حرکت راگوژین چسباند و اشک از چشم‌هایش بر صورت او جاری شد. شاید اصلا متوجه گریستن خود نبود و از اشک‌هایش هیچ خبر نداشت...”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“If our life were an eternal standing by the window, if we could remain there forever, like hovering smoke, with the same moment of twilight forever painting the curve of the hills… If we could remain that way for beyond for ever! If at least on this side of the impossible we could thus continue, without committing an action, without our pallid lips sinning another word!

Look how it’s getting dark!… The positive quietude of everything fills me with rage, with something that’s a bitterness in the air I breathe. My soul aches… A slow wisp of smoke rises and dissipates in the distance… A restless tedium makes me think no more of you…

All so superfluous! We and the world and the mystery of both.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Maybe the way back will somehow make sense of the coming.”
― Claire Keegan, Foster