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. - Author: 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. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

#3. There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

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

#5. We are the children of death and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

#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. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

#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. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

#8. [Death is] the best asylum for pains and sorrows and troubles and the injustices of life. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

#9. My one fear is that tomorrow I may die without having come to know myself. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

#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! - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

#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. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

#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. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

#13. Only death does not lie. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

#14. If there was no death, everyone would wish for it. - Author: Sadegh Hedayat

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