Talie

“و عشق‌ات پیروزیِ آدمی‌ست
هنگامی که به جنگِ تقدیر می‌شتابد.”
― احمد شاملو, آیدا در آینه

“And yet, and yet… Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny … is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“To the Parcae"

A single summer grant me, great powers, and
a single autumn for fully ripened song
that, sated with the sweetness of my
playing, my heart may more willingly die.
The soul that, living, did not attain its divine
right cannot repose in the nether world.
But once what I am bent on, what is
holy, my poetry, is accomplished:
Be welcome then, stillness of the shadows’ world!
I shall be satisfied though my lyre will not
accompany me down there. Once I
lived like the gods, and more is not needed.”
― Friedrich Hölderlin

“آگوستوس دستش را توی جیبش کرد و سیگاری بیرون آورد و گذاشت بین دندان‌هایش و گفت: بچه‌ها نجات پیدا کردن
من اشاره کردم: البته موقتی
آگوستوس جواب داد: تمام نجات‌ها موقتی هستن”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars