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[academic-vampire]

"If we are inspired only by literature that reflects our own interests, all reading becomes a form of narcissism."

-Terry Eagleton, literary critic/theorist (22 February 1943)

[litandlifequotes]

At the end of things, The Blessed will say, “We have never lived anywhere except in Heaven.” And the lost will say, “We were always in Hell.” And both will speak truly.

The Great Divorce by  C.S. Lewis

[funeral]

Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

[metamorphesque]

Prologue to F. Dostoevsky's 'Demons' by Jorge Luis Borges

[musechelle]

Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by A.M. El Messeri, from The Palestinian Wedding: A Bilingual Anthology of Contemporary Palestinian Resistance Poetry; "A Lover from Palestine"

[musechelle]

من تو شدم تو من شدی، من تن شدم تو جان شدی

تا کس نگوید بعد از این من دیگرم تو دیگری

Man tu shudam, tu man shudi

(I have become you, and you have become me)

Man tan shudam, tu jaan shudi

(I have become the body, and you the soul)

Taakas na goyad baad azeen

(So from now on, nobody can say)

Man deegar am, Tu deegari...

(That I am someone, and you are someone else)

— Amir Khosro (1253–1325)

[klassizismus]

─ Romantic night landscape by James Arthur O'Connor (1792-1841)

[metamorphesque]

"dead doesn't mean absent...", tathev simonyan

[musechelle]

اگر تُو اتفاقاً مل بھی جائے

تیری فرقت کے صدمے کم نہ ہوں گے

تیری محفل میں لیکن ہم نہ ہوں گے

[musechelle]

Jo tere na huve toh, kisi ke na rahenge

[musechelle]

My guilt will not purify me

[lunamonchtuna]

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Love of the Last Tycoon (via lunamonchtuna)

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love. ]

[musechelle]

Dil na umeed to nahi na-kaam hi to hai, lambi hai gham ki sham mgr sham hi to hai

[astriloquum]

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

[musechelle]

"granted concealment is the essence of love, but come to me, someday secretly, and lay your claim on me."

Ahmed Faraz, Ranjish Hi Sahi

[musechelle]

Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; "Maybe, Because Winter is Late" (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)

[musechelle]

"I think about you so much I worry it has become a prayer"