Nazanin

“Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land”
― Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems

“Do you shovel to survive, or survive to shovel?”
― Kōbō Abe, The Woman in the Dunes

“Books were safer than other people anyway.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“You belong neither to God nor the state nor me. You belong to yourself and no one else.”
― Oriana Fallaci, Letter to a Child Never Born