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“Our god's name is Abraxas and he is God and Satan and he contains both the luminous and the dark world.”
― Hermann Hesse, Demian

“I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.”
― Hermann Hesse, Demian

“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.”
― Hermann Hesse, Demian

“مردم همه گوسفندند و ما چوپان:
حواستان باشد!بزرگترین اشتباه در حکومت بها دادن به مردم یاارزش قائل شدن به مردم است.شما مطمئن باشیدکه اگر برای مردم ارزشی بیش از گوسفند قائل شوید نمی توانید بر آنها حکومت کنید.
بهای مردم را شمامعین می کنید نه خودشان.اگر شما بر مردم قیمت نگذارید,آنها قیمتی بر خودشان می گذارند که هیچ جور نمی توانید بخریدوتازه اینکه من گفتم بالاترین قیمت است قیمت آدمهای اندیشمند و چاق و چله.قیمت بقیه مردم حداکثر در حدپشکل گوسفند است نه بیشتر.
نتیجه اینکه:
مردم را هر جور بار بیاوریدبار می آینداگر به آنها احترام بگذاریدفکر می کنند شما موظفید به آنها احترام بگذارید اگر به آنها توضیح دهیدگمان می کنند شما موظف به توضیح دادنید
در حالیکه همه بارها این جمله را از دهان خود من شنیده اینکه:
ما در مقابل هیچ کس ملزم به پاسخگویی یا توضیح دادن چی ؟
-نیستیم
اگر شما این اصل گوسفند بودن مردم رادرست بفهمید بقیه شیوه هاو سیاست ها و روش های حکومت داری مرا به خوبی درک می کنید و الا نمی کنیدو اگر نکنید همینطور گوساله می مانید و هیچ وقت گاو نمیشوید.”
― سید مهدی شجاعی, دموکراسی یا دموقراضه

“The Wolf trots to and fro,
The world lies deep in snow,
The raven from the birch tree flies,
But nowhere a hare, nowhere a roe,
The roe -she is so dear, so sweet -
If such a thing I might surprise
In my embrace, my teeth would meet,
What else is there beneath the skies?
The lovely creature I would so treasure,
And feast myself deep on her tender thigh,
I would drink of her red blood full measure,
Then howl till the night went by.
Even a hare I would not despise;
Sweet enough its warm flesh in the night.
Is everything to be denied
That could make life a little bright?
The hair on my brush is getting grey.
The sight is failing from my eyes.
Years ago my dear mate died.
And now I trot and dream of a roe.
I trot and dream of a hare.
I hear the wind of midnight howl.
I cool with the snow my burning jowl,
And on to the devil my wretched soul I bear.”
― Hermann Hesse

“This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

“You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

“I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. I am Jack's Broken Heart.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

“How is it that hardly any major religion has looked at science and concluded, “This is better than we thought! The Universe is much bigger than our prophets said, grander, more subtle, more elegant?�� Instead they say, “No, no, no! My god is a little god, and I want him to stay that way.�� A religion, old or new, that stressed the magnificence of the Universe as revealed by modern science might be able to draw forth reserves of reverence and awe hardly tapped by the conventional faiths.”
― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.”
― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.”
― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

“استراگون: ... بیا بریم.

ولادیمیر: نمی تونیم.

استراگون: چرا؟

ولادیمیر: در انتظار گودو ایم.

استراگون: (نومید) آه! (مکث) مطمئنی همین جا بود؟

ولادیمیر: چی؟

استراگون: جایی که باید منتظر باشیم.

ولادیمیر: گفت کنار درخت. (به درخت نگاه می کنند) هیچ درخت دیگه یی می بینی؟

استراگون: این چیه؟

ولادیمیر: نمی دونم. یه درخت بید.

استراگون: پس برگ هاش کجان؟

ولادیمیر: حتمن خشکیدن.

استراگون: پس حالا مجنون نیست.

ولادیمیر: شایدم فصلش نیست.

استراگون: به نظرم بیشتر شبیه یه بوته ست.

ولادیمیر: یه درختچه.

استراگون: یه بوته.

ولادیمیر: اَ...... به چی کنایه می زنی؟ به این که عوضی اومدیم؟

استراگون: باید الان این جا باشه.

ولادیمیر: نگفت که حتمن می آد.

استراگون: و اگه نیاد؟

ولادیمیر: فردا برمی گردیم.

استراگون: و بعدش پس فردا.

ولادیمیر: احتمالن.

استراگون: و همین طور.

ولادیمیر: و این قضیه هست...

استراگون: تا اون بیاد. ...




استراگون : به من دست نزن ! از من سوال نکن ! با من حرف نزن ! پیشم بمون !

ولادیمیر : هیچ وقت از پیشت رفتم ؟

استراگون : تو گذاشتی من برم ...



بیا وقتمان را با این بحث های بیهوده تلف نکنیم! (مکث، با حرارت) بیا تا فرصت هست کاری بکنیم! هر روز به وجود ما احتیاج نیست! در واقع مشخصاً به وجود ما احتیاجی نیست... بیا برای یکبار هم که شده، به بهترین وجهی، نماینده ی این نژاد متعفنی باشیم که تقدیری ظالمانه ما را بهش منتسب کرده...ببرها برای کمک به همنوعانشان یا بدون کوچکترین مکثی هجوم می برند و یا این که به اعماق بیشه فرار می کنند. اما مساله این نیست. این که ما اینجا چکار می کنیم، مساله این است و خوشبختی ما هم در این است که اتفاقاً جواب این را می دانیم. بله در این اوضاع کاملاً مغشوش فقط یک چیز مسلّم است. این که ما منتظر گودو هستیم تا بیاد...



ولادیمیر: اگه فکر می‌کن�� بهتره، می‌تونی�� از هم جدا بشیم.

استراگون: حالا دیگه خیلی دیره.

سکوت

ولادیمیر: آره حالا خیلی دیره.

سکوت

استراگون: خب، بریم؟

ولادیمیر: آره، بریم.

حرکت نمی‌کنن��.

در انتظار گودو - ساموئل بکت”
― Samuel Beckett , Waiting for Godot

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

“می روم تا همه ی اصول و عقاید و همه ی معلمان را ترک کنم و خود به تنهایی یا هدفم را بیابم و یا بمیرم.”
― Hermann Hesse Siddhartha, Siddhartha

“طفلی به نام شادی، دیریست گم شده ست/ با چشم های روشن براق/ با گیسویی بلند به بالای آرزو/ هر کس ازو نشانی دارد ما را کند خبر/ این هم نشان ما :/ یک سو خلیج فارس / سوی دگر خزر”
― محمد رضا شفیعی کدکنی

“شاخه پر شکوفه"

پیوسته به این سو و آن سو
در تب و تاب است شاخه پر شکوفه در باد
پیوسته در فراز و فرود
در تب و تاب است دلم چون کودکی
در کشاکش روزهای روشن و تار
در کشاکش خواستن و چشم فرو بستن.

تا که شکوفه ها پراکنده شوند
و شاخه ها به بار نشیند
تا که دل سیراب از کودکی
آرام گیرد
و اقرار کند که بازی بی قرار زندگی
انباشته از شور است و نه بیهودگی”
― Hermann Hesse, Vom Wesen und Herkunft des Glasperlenspiels

“Recognize that the very molecules that make up your body, the atoms that construct the molecules, are traceable to the crucibles that were once the centers of high mass stars that exploded their chemically rich guts into the galaxy, enriching pristine gas clouds with the chemistry of life. So that we are all connected to each other biologically, to the earth chemically and to the rest of the universe atomically. That’s kinda cool! That makes me smile and I actually feel quite large at the end of that. It’s not that we are better than the universe, we are part of the universe. We are in the universe and the universe is in us.”
― Neil deGrasse Tyson

“هرگز گمان نمی‏برد�� واژه‏های�� که در نوجوانی، در کتابی قدیمی از نویسنده‏ا�� یونانی خوانده بودم چنین ژرف، در زیستن و نوشتن، برای من معنا شوند: خوشا آن کس که جهان را در دقایق مرگ‏با�� آن زیست

از مقدمه�� کتاب امید بازیافته: سینمای آندری تارکوفسکی”
― بابک احمدی, امید بازیافته: سینمای آندری تارکوفسکی

“در میان من و تو فاصله هاست
گاه می اندیشم،
می توانی تو به لبخندی این فاصله را برداری”
― حمید مصدق

“
نفسم گرفت ازين شب در اين حصار بشكن
در اين حصار جادويي روزگار بشكن
چو شقايق از دل سنگ برآر رايت خون
به جنون صلابت صخره ي كوهسار بشكن
تو كه ترجمان صبحي به ترنم و ترانه
لب زخم ديده بگشا صف انتظار بشكن
... سر آن ندارد امشب كه برآيد آفتابي؟
تو خود آفتاب خود باش و طلسم كار بشكن
بسراي تا كه هستي كه سرودن است بودن
به ترنمي دژ وحشت اين ديار بشكن
شب غارت تتاران همه سو فكنده سايه
تو به آذرخشي اين سايه ي ديوسار بشكن
ز برون كسي نيايد چو به ياري تو اينجا
تو ز خويشتن برون آ سپه تتار بشكن
”
― محمدرضا شفیعی کدکنی

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms...”
― Henry David Thoreau

“Music is ... A higher revelation than all Wisdom & Philosophy”
― Ludwig van Beethoven

“Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.”
― Ludwig van Beethoven

“I am only interested in the views of two people: one is called Bresson and one called Bergman.”
― Andrei Tarkovsky

“Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility.”
― Sigmund Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents

“It sounds like a fairy-tale, but not only that; this story of what man by his science and practical inventions has achieved on this earth, where he first appeared as a weakly member of the animal kingdom, and on which each individual of his species must ever again appear as a helpless infant... is a direct fulfilment of all, or of most, of the dearest wishes in his fairy-tales. All these possessions he has acquired through culture. Long ago he formed an ideal conception of omnipotence and omniscience which he embodied in his gods. Whatever seemed unattainable to his desires - or forbidden to him - he attributed to these gods. One may say, therefore, that these gods were the ideals of his culture. Now he has himself approached very near to realizing this ideal, he has nearly become a god himself. But only, it is true, in the way that ideals are usually realized in the general experience of humanity. Not completely; in some respects not at all, in others only by halves. Man has become a god by means of artificial limbs, so to speak, quite magnificent when equipped with all his accessory organs; but they do not grow on him and they still give him trouble at times... Future ages will produce further great advances in this realm of culture, probably inconceivable now, and will increase man's likeness to a god still more.”
― Sigmund Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents

“اگر به خانه ي من آمدي براي من اي مهربان چراغ بيار
و يك دريچه كه از آن
به ازدهام كوچه ي خوشبخت بنگرم”
― Forough Farrokhzad

“هر سلام، سرآغاز دردناک یک خداحافظی‌س��.”
― نادر ابراهیمی, بار دیگر شهری که دوست می‌داشت��

“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.”
― J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour: An Introduction

“Often to understand, we have to look into emptiness.”
― Michelangelo Antonioni