I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
"What of art?" she asked.
"It is a malady."
"Love?"
"An illusion."
"Religion?"
"The fashionable substitute for belief."
"You are a sceptic."
"Never! Scepticism is the beginning of faith."
"What are you?"
"To define is to limit."
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.
- Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.
— Khalil Gibran
Even if you are annoyed come just to give me pain Come even if you have to then leave me yet again
Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa
Aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa
— Ahmad Faraz
I'm still sitting here and you are still lying there, and there are so many things we should say to each other, but we shall never be able to.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
— Dead Poets Society
The wars will end and the leaders will shake hands, and that old woman will remain waiting for her martyred son, and that girl will wait for her beloved husband, and the children will wait for their heroic father, I do not know who sold the homeland but I know who paid the price.
— Mahmoud Darwish
Tumhein lagta hai ki main tumhein apni taqleefein nahi batati
Par tumhe kaise samjhaon ki tumhe dekhte hi mujhe koi taqleef hi nahi rehti
You think I don't tell you my problems?
But how can I make you understand that all my problems disappear just by looking at you?
— where shadows live
(Photo by Dina Nasyrova)
“When the worst that can happen has come and gone And you’re still standing, remember that you won.”
— Joan Bauer, Almost Home
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