Moniro Ravânipour > Quotes

“When the denizens of the land arrive in the depths of the blue waters, aquatic love takes them into its shelter, they forget the sound of the anklets of the daughters of the land, they sleep with the mermaids, and afterwards, they sigh with regret for the warmth they have lost, they long for weeping, and awaiting a reed flute player, they stare at the far-away surface of the water.”
― Moniro Ravanipour, The Drowned

“Love alone can make a human abandon his heart and home, and love for a handsome fisherman alone can separate a small mermaid from the sea to the point of scooting alone an dry rocky terrain and ignoring the pain and suffering of the land.”
― Moniro Ravanipour, اهل غرق

“Love alone can make a human abandon his hearth and home, and love for a handsome fisherman alone can separate a small mermaid from the sea to the point of scooting along on dry rocky terrain and ignoring the pain and suffering of the land.”
― Moniro Ravanipour, The Drowned

“She just did not want to be a revolutionary. The revolution made her ugly. It covered her. She had pretty hair that she had to hide. She had pretty legs that she had to cover up.”
― Moniro Ravanipour, شب‌های شورانگیز

“The nurse is suddenly taken aback. She does not want to remember the past, which has not yet passed. She does not want to believe that she is a nurse’s aide, that she did not finish her studies, that in the second year in the College of Nursing, the revolution happened…

She does not want to go back to the past, even though nowadays most people do not have a now, and they are constantly tossed from the now platform into the past…”
― Moniro Ravanipour, These Crazy Nights

“It was as though it is human fate to rebel and revolt in order to protect what one owns. Today, they take the sea from you, and tomorrow, it would be hard to walk on the ground without permission.

Is human fate to live and fight?”
― Moniro Ravanipour, The Drowned

“Hope, that aspect that is particular to the denizens of the land, was still, after two years, setting their hands in motion. Hope and memories, hope of returning to their memories, to the village where their lives had been shaped. The same things that with lesser appeal forced Mahjamal to accept everything tonight, to find lost memories.”
― Moniro Ravanipour, اهل غرق