And my heart it shook with fear
I'm a coward behind a shield and spear
Take this sword and throw it far
Let it shine under the morning star
I'm a coward behind a shield and spear
Take this sword and throw it far
Let it shine under the morning star
“To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression.
I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born
I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born
“The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born
«من معتقدم که در این دنیای بزرگ دو نوع هنرمند داریم. دسته اول هنرمندای بدبخت و مفلوکی که سی سال طول میکشه تا بتونند یه باغ آلبالو رو بنویسند. اما دسته دوم هنرمندای خوشبخت و کامروایی که سه روز نشده یه باغ آلبالو رو می خورند.گوش کن ماریا، مزخرفترین کلمات دنیا امید و آینده است.»
- دو مرغابی در مه نوشتهی حسین پناهی
- دو مرغابی در مه نوشتهی حسین پناهی
یه نیروی خیلی زیادی نیاز دارم تا سه چهار ماه آینده رو به خوبی بگذرونم چون حقیقتا با این حال روحی تا دستشویی رفتن هم برام سخته
نمیدونم منظورم رو میفهمید یا نه ولی تو یه برهه از زندگی میل بیشتری به نامرئی بودن دارید و متاسفانه همهچیز طوری پیش میره که باید مرئی تر از همیشه به زندگی ادامه بدید. بخاطر اینکه هنوز یه بخش کوچیکی ازتون وجود داره که میخواد زنده بمونه و اون بخش کوچیک شمارو محکوم به زیستن میکنه
زیستنی محدود و مصیبتبار
زیستنی محدود و مصیبتبار
On March 23 1950 Italian poet Cesare Pavese wrote “Love is truly the great manifesto; the urge to be, to count for something, and, if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation—in short, to remain a memory. ” Five months later, he walked into a newspaper office and chose his obituary photograph from the photo archive. He checked himself into a hotel, and days later an employee found him stretched out on the bed, dead. He was fully dressed except for his shoes. On the bedside table were sixteen empty packets of sleeping pills and a note: “I forgive everyone and ask forgiveness of everyone. OK? Not too much gossip, please. ”
Honey pie
On March 23 1950 Italian poet Cesare Pavese wrote “Love is truly the great manifesto; the urge to be, to count for something, and, if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation—in short, to remain a memory. ” Five months later, he walked into a newspaper…
While I'm not sure taking off your shoes in a strange hotel room and swallowing too many sleeping pills is what I would call dying valiantly and with acclamation, it's the thought that counts.