Sadegh Hedayat Quotes

#1. I have finally learned that I must remain silent as much as possible. I must always keep my thoughts to myself.

Sadegh Hedayat

#2. I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light. I must introduce myself to it.

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#3. There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker.

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#4. In life there are certain sores that, like a canker, gnaw at the soul in solitude and diminish it.

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#5. We are the children of death and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life.

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#6. I thought to myself: if it's true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhaps I never had a star.

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#7. The presence of death annihilates all superstitions. We are the children of death, and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life. In the midst of life he calls us and summons us to him.

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#8. [Death is] the best asylum for pains and sorrows and troubles and the injustices of life.

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#9. My one fear is that tomorrow I may die without having come to know myself.

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#10. Ugh! How many stories about love, copulation, marriage and death already exist, not one of which tells the truth! How sick I am of well-constructed plots and brilliant writing!

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#11. The person that I had been existed no longer. If I had been able to conjure him up and speak to him he would not have listened to me and, if he had, would not have understood what I said. He was like someone whom I had known once, but he was no part of me.

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#12. A story is only an outlet for frustrated aspirations, for aspirations which the story-teller conceives in accordance with a limited stock of spiritual resources inherited from previous generations.

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#13. Only death does not lie.

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#14. If there was no death, everyone would wish for it.

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#15. In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.

Sadegh Hedayat