Saba

“من هرگز در حسرت بال پرندگان نخواهم بود. جذبه های جانم، از کتابی به کتاب دیگر و از صفحه ای به صفحه ی دیگر مرا به جاهای بسیار دورتر می برند.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust

“معلوم نیست انسان چرا همیشه عاشق کسی می شود که شایستگی عشق را ندارد.شاید این تنها راه برای باز یافتن تعالی از دست رفته ی دنیایی است که در آن زندگی می کنیم . این قدیمی ترین نوع خود آزاری است:عشق ورزی به کسی که قادر به عشق ورزی نیست.”
― Oriana Fallaci

“When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

“I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence