“Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees.”

I have no religion, but if I were to choose one, it would be that of Shariati’s.

I’d come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

What is there to fear in such a regular world?

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.

My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep.

I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.

People are like dice. We throw ourselves in the direction of our own choosing.

I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in, but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.

I was not, I was, I am not, I care not.

Everyone who is taken by death asks for more time, while everyone who still has time makes excuses for procrastination.

Remember your end and stop hating.

Fire lives in the death of earth, air lives in the death of fire, water lives in the death of air, and earth in the death of water.

I don’t want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice.