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  • #1
    Saadi
    “...ما را که تو منـظـــوری خــاطـــر نـرود جـــایی”
    Saadi

  • #2
    Marguerite Yourcenar
    “Et j'avoue que la raison reste confondue en présence du prodige même de l'amour, de l'étrange obsession qui fait que cette même chair dont nous nous soucions si peu quand elle compose notre propre corps, nous inquiétant seulement de la laver, de la nourrir, et, s'il se peut, de l'empêcher de souffrir, puisse nous inspirer une telle passion de caresses simplement parce qu'elle est animée par une individualité différente de la nôtre, et parce qu'elle présente certains linéaments de beauté, sur lesquels, d'ailleurs, les meilleurs juges ne s'accordent pas.”
    Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian

  • #3
    Virginia Woolf
    “Anyone moderately familiar with the rigours of composition will not need to be told the story in detail; how he wrote and it seemed good; read and it seemed vile; corrected and tore up; cut out; put in; was in ecstasy; in despair; had his good nights and bad mornings; snatched at ideas and lost them; saw his book plain before him and it vanished; acted people's parts as he ate; mouthed them as he walked; now cried; now laughed; vacillated between this style and that; now preferred the heroic and pompous; next the plain and simple; now the vales of Tempe; then the fields of Kent or Cornwall; and could not decide whether he was the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #4
    Marguerite Yourcenar
    “Comme tout le monde, je n'ai à mon service que trois moyens d'évaluer l'existence humaine: l'étude de soi, la plus difficile et la plus dangereuse, mais aussi la plus féconde des méthodes; l'observation des hommes, qui s'arrangent le plus souvent pour nous cacher leurs secrets ou pour nous faire croire qu'ils en ont; les livres, avec les erreurs particulières de perspective qui naissent entre leurs lignes.”
    Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian

  • #6
    Sabahattin Ali
    “Kendimi bildim bileli, bütün günlerimi, haberim olmadan ve nefsime itiraf etmeden, bir insanı aramakla geçirmiş ve bu yüzden bütün diğer insanlardan kaçmıştım.”
    Sabahattin Ali, Kürk Mantolu Madonna

  • #7
    Günter Grass
    “… there is something very strange and childish in the way grown-ups feel about their clocks—in that respect, I was never a child. I am willing to agree that the clock is probably the most remarkable thing that grown-ups ever produced. Grown-ups have it in them to be creative, and sometimes, with the help of ambition, hard work, and a bit of luck they actually are, but being grown-ups, they have no sooner created some epoch-making invention than they become a slave to it.”
    Günter Grass

  • #7
    Claudio Magris
    “Our conventions humiliate the ass, inflicting on him beatings in real life and insults in our daily vocabulary. The ass pulls the cart, bears the burden, carries the weight of life; and life, we well know, is ungrateful and unjust towards those who come to its aid. Life allows itself to be carried away by rose-tinted novelettes and technicolor movies, and prefers radiant destinies to the plain prose of reality, so it is more taken with racehorses at Ascot than with humble donkeys on country roads.”
    Claudio Magris, Danube: A Sentimental Journey from the Source to the Black Sea

  • #9
    Marguerite Yourcenar
    “Notre grande erreur est d'essayer d'obtenir de chacun en particulier les vertus qu'il n'a pas, et de négliger de cultiver celles qu'il possède.”
    Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian

  • #10
    Claudio Magris
    “Speaking of the capitulation of Bulgaria, an event decisive to the outcome of the First World War and therefore to the end of a civilisation, Count Karolyi writes that while he was living through it he did not realise its importance, because "at that moment, 'that moment' had not yet become 'that moment'". The same is true in fiction for Fabrizio del Dongo, concerning the battle of Waterloo: while he is fighting it, it does not exist. In the pure present, the only dimension, however, in which we live, there is no history. At no single instant is there such a thing as the Fascist period or the October revolution, because in that fraction of a second there is only the mouth swallowing saliva, the movement of a hand, a glance at the window. ”
    Claudio Magris

  • #10
    Italo Calvino
    “Perché una volta che avete cominciato, [...] non c’è nessuna ragione che vi fermiate. Il passo tra la realtà che viene fotografata in quanto ci appare bella e la realtà che ci appare bella in quanto è stata fotografata, è brevissimo. ][...] Basta che cominciate a dire di qualcosa: “Ah che bello, bisognerebbe proprio fotografarlo!” e già siete sul terreno di chi pensa che tutto ciò che non è fotografato è perduto, che è come se non fosse esistito, e che quindi per vivere veramente bisogna fotografare quanto più si può, e per fotografare quanto più si può bisogna: o vivere in modo quanto più fotografabile possibile, oppure considerare fotografabile ogni momento della propria vita. La prima via porta alla stupidità, la seconda alla pazzia.”
    Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

  • #12
    Marguerite Yourcenar
    “Je ne méprise pas les hommes. Si je le faisais, je n'aurais aucun droit, ni aucune raison, d'essayer de les gouverner. Je les sais vains, ignorants, avides, inquiets, capables de presque tout pour réussir, pour se faire valoir, même à leurs propres yeux, ou tout simplement pour éviter de souffrir. Je le sais : je suis comme eux, du moins par moment, ou j'aurais pu l'être. Entre autrui et moi, les différences que j'aperçois sont trop négligeables pour compter dans l'addition finale. Je m'efforce donc que mon attitude soit aussi éloignée de la froide supériorité du philosophe que l'arrogance du César.”
    Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian
    tags: man

  • #13
    فاضل نظری
    “در راه رسیدن به تو گیرم که بمیرم
    اصلا به تو افتاد مسیرم که بمیرم

    یک قطره آبم که در اندیشه دریا
    افتادم و باید بپذیرم که بمیرم

    یا چشم بپوش از من و از خویش برانم
    یا تنگ در آغوش بگیرم که بمیرم

    این کوزه ترک خورد! چه جای نگرانی‌ست
    من ساخته از خاک کویرم که بمیرم

    خاموش مکن آتش افروخته‌ام را
    بگذار بمیرم که بمیرم که بمیرم”
    فاضل نظری, گریه‌های امپراتور



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