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“I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Share via Whatsapp

“The world s most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us.”

— chetan bhagat, Share via Whatsapp

“آری تنها یک مسئله‌ی اساسی مطرح است: تشخیص سایه‌ی وجود از اصل وجود”

— علامه طباطبایی, Share via Whatsapp

“De atunci femeia-ascunde sub pleoape-o taina si-si misca geana parc-ar zice ca ea stie ceva, ce noi nu stim, ce nimenea nu stie , nici Dumnezeu chiar.”

— Lucian Blaga, Share via Whatsapp

“Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.”

— Keats John, Share via Whatsapp

“Man is Nature s most wonderful creature. Torturing him, crushing him, murdering him for his beliefs and ideas is more than a violation of human rights-it is a crime against all humanity.”

— Armando Valladares, Share via Whatsapp

“Every device is the product of mistakes, hundreds or thousands of previous mistakes. You see the results, but you do not see the mistakes.”

— Tom Deaderick, Flightpack, Share via Whatsapp

“As summer neared, as the evening lengthened there came to the wakeful, the hopeful, walking the beach, stirring the pool, imaginations of the strangest kind- of flesh turned to atoms which drove before the wind, of stars flashing in their hearts, of outwardly the scattered parts of the vision within. In those mirrors, the minds of men, in those pools of uneasy water, in which cloud forever and shadows form, dreams persisted; and it was impossible to resist the strange intimation which every gull, flower, tree, man and woman, and the white earth itself seemed to declare (but if you questioned at once to withdraw) that good triumph, happiness prevails, order rules, or to resist the extra ordinary stimulus to range hither and thither in search of some absolute good, some crystal of intensity remote from the known pleasures and familiar virtues, something alien to the processes of domestic life, single, hard, bright, like a diamond in the sand which would render the possessor secure. Moreover softened and acquiescent, the spring with their bees humming and gnats dancing threw her cloud about her, veiled her eyes, averted her head, and among passing shadows and fights of small rain seemed to have taken upon her knowledge of the sorrows of mankind.”

— Virginia Woolf, Share via Whatsapp

“The world begins anew with every birth, my father used to say. He forgot to say, with every death it ends. Or did not think he needed to. Because for a goodly part of his life he worked in a graveyard.”

— Sebastian Barry, The Secret Scripture, Share via Whatsapp

“Wisdom too often never comes, so one ought not to reject it merely because it comes late.”

— Felix Frankfurter, Share via Whatsapp

“The property of attraction that indicates that it can fall and rise, oscillate and indefinitely disappear, shows us how unstable indicator of true love attraction is.”

— Tatjana Ostojic, Share via Whatsapp

“Alan Grant: There are... far too many words written. Millions and millions of them pouring from the presses every minute. It s a horrible thought. The Midget (his nurse): You sound constipated.”

— Josephine Tey, The Daughter of Time, Share via Whatsapp

“Dualism::In Ralph Ellison s Invisible Man I am outside of history. i wish i had some peanuts, it looks hungry there in the cage. i am outside of history. its hungrier than i thot.”

— Ishmael Reed, New and Collected Poems, 1964-2006, Share via Whatsapp

“I can t understand how people can settle for having just one life. I remember we were in English class and we were talking about that poem by - that one guy. David Frost. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood- You know this poem, right? Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could, to where it bent in the undergrowth- I loved that poem. But I remember thinking to myself: Why? How come you can t travel both? That seemed really unfair to me.”

— Dan Chaon, Share via Whatsapp

“Reality is such an elusive concept.”

— Laura Gilfillan, Share via Whatsapp

“Truths are as much a matter of questions as answers.”

— Ozzie Zehner, Green Illusions, Share via Whatsapp

“Whatever life throws at me, I ll take with a smile upon my face and Nirvana s Bleach on the stereo.”

— Mark R. Faulkner, Share via Whatsapp