You Are Consumed, My Poor Friend, By An Incessant Fever, A Thirst For Fathomless Oceans Without Banks,

You are consumed, my poor friend, by an incessant fever, a thirst for fathomless oceans without banks, a hunger for universes, and the homesickness of eternity.

- El Sepulcro de Don Quijote, Miguel de Unamuno

I have been so careless with the words I already have. I don’t remember how to say home in my first language, or lonely, or light. I remember only delam barat tang shodeh, I miss you, and shab bekheir, goodnight.

- K. Akbar, Do You Speak Persian?

We are children of the skies, and we have no respect for landlocked clocks.

- The Aeronauts

The hearts of men have such blind darkness in them.

- Ovid

true moments of euphoria are fleeting and few, so when you grasp one, hold it tightly lest it vanish in your hand, unfelt, unrealized, unlived.

Look up. The sky lies open.

- The Aeronauts