Hadi molaee > Hadi's Quotes

“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty.”
― Henry Miller, Sexus

“Talk is only a pretext for other, subtler forms of communication. When the latter are inoperative speech becomes dead. If two people are intent upon communicating with one another it doesn’t matter in the least how bewildering the talk becomes. People who insist upon clarity and logic often fail in making themselves understood. They are always-searching for a more perfect transmitter, deluded by the supposition that the mind is the only instrument for the exchange of thought. When one really begin to talk one delivers himself. Words are thrown about recklessly, not counted like pennies. One doesn’t care about grammatical or factual errors, contradictions, lies and so on. One talks. If you are talking to some one who knows how to listen he understands perfectly, even though the words make no sense. When this kind of talk gets under way a marriage takes place, no matter whether you are talking to a man or a woman. Men talking with other men have as much need of this sort of marriage as women talking with women have. Married couples seldom enjoy this kind of talk, for reasons which are only too obvious.”
― Henry Miller, Sexus

“منظره‌ی ویرانی آدم‌ها غم‌انگیزترین منظره‌ی دنیاست .”
― رضا قاسمی / Reza Ghasemi

“می گویند فراموشی دفاع طبیعی ِ بدن است در برابر رنج . دردی که نوزاد هنگام عبور از آن دریچه‌ی تنگ ، متحمل می‌شود چنان شدید است که کودک ترجیح می‌دهد رنج زاده شده را برای همیشه از یاد ببرد ...”
― رضا قاسمی / Reza Ghasemi, همنوایی شبانه ارکستر چوبها

“وقتی زبان مادری‌ات فقط 127 فعل داشته باشد که مستقیم صرف می‌شوند، وقتی هزاران فعل دیگر را باید به کمک فعل معین صرف کرد، و این فعل هم درست همان فعلی باشد که برای عمل هم‌خوابگی به‌کار می‌رود، آن‌وقت زبان خیانتکار می‌شود.”
― رضا قاسمی / Reza Ghasemi

“The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.”
― Henry Miller

“A good meal, a good talk, a good fuck--what better way to pass the day?”
― Henry Miller, Quiet Days in Clichy

“Everything hinges on how you look at things”
― Henry Miller

“Writing is its own reward.”
― Henry Miller

“أحكي للعالم أحكي له
عن بيتٍ كَسروا قِنديله
عن فأسٍ قتلت زنبقةً
وحريقٍ أودى بجديلة..

أحكي عن شاةٍ لم تُحلب
عن عَجنةِ أُمّ ما خُبزت
عن سقفٍ طينيّ أعشب
أحكي للعالم أحكي له..

يا بنتَ الجارِ المنسيّة
الدُّمية عندي محميّة
الدُّمية عندي فَتعالي
في باصِ الرّيح الشرقيّة..

حنّا لا أذكرُ قَسماتك
لكني أشقى كي أذكر
في قلبي خَفقةُ خطواتك
عصفورٌ يَدرج أو يكبر..

أحكي للعالم أحكي له
عن بيتٍ كَسروا قِنديله
عن فأسٍ قتلت زنبقةً
وحريقٍ أودى بجديلة..

كُنّا ما أجملَ ما كُنّا
يا بنتَ الجارِ ويا حنّا
كنّا فلماذا أعيننا
صارت بالغربة مجبولة
ولماذا صارت أيدينا
بحبالِ اللعنة مجدولة..”
― سميح القاسم

“The truly great writer does not want to write. He wants the world to be a place in which he can live the life of the imagination.”
― Henry Miller

“By choosing to live above the ordinary level we create extraordinary problems for ourselves.”
― Henry Miller

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive.”
― Anais Nin

“I know what I have given you...
I do not know what you have received.”
― Antonio Porchia

“O God, make me good, but not yet.”
― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

“Don't call yourself a secret
unless you mean to keep it.”
― Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems 1956-1968

“No se me importa un pito que las mujeres
tengan los senos como magnolias o como pasas de higo;
un cutis de durazno o de papel de lija.
Le doy una importancia igual a cero,
al hecho de que amanezcan con un aliento afrodisíaco
o con un aliento insecticida.
Soy perfectamente capaz de sorportarles
una nariz que sacaría el primer premio
en una exposición de zanahorias;
¡pero eso sí! -y en esto soy irreductible- no les perdono,
bajo ningún pretexto, que no sepan volar.
Si no saben volar ¡pierden el tiempo las que pretendan seducirme!”
― Oliverio Girondo, Espantapájaros