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Virginie Despentes
Virginie Despentes

Virginie Despentes is a French writer born on June 13, 1969. Known for her sharp social criticism and feminist perspective, her works include novels such as 'Bitch' and 'Bad Girls'. more

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“تیرانا،تیرانا!خاموشی،چیزی بجز همین اصوات و نواها نیست که از جنبش در ایستاده اند.زبان خاموشی گویاترین زبانهاست.خاموشی زبان خاصه طبیعت است؛زبان کوهساران،دشتها و زبان ستارگان است، زبان درختان،گلها و گیاهان است،زبان آفرینش و زبان همه کائنات است. آیا تو هیچ با طبیعت سخن گفته ای؟ #تیرانا”

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Book:تیرانا
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“Tirana, Tirana! Silence, there is nothing but these sounds and noises that stand out from the movement. This Language is the most expressive language. Silence is the special language of nature; it is the language of mountains, plains and stars, it is the language of trees, flowers and plants, the language of creation. And it is the language of the whole universe. Have you ever talked to nature? #Tirana”

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Author:Mehrdad Avesta
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“That is why it is not enough to remove oneself from people, not enough to go somewhere else. We have to remove ourselves from the habits of the populace that are within us. We have to isolate our own self and return it to our possession. We carry our chains with us; we are not entirely free. We keep returning our gaze to the things we have left behind; we fantasize about them constantly. Our malady grips us in the soul, and the soul cannot flee itself. So we must bring and draw it back into itself. That is true solitude: it can be enjoyed in towns and royal courts, but more conveniently apart. The solitude which I love and advocate is primarily about bringing my emotions and thoughts back to myself, restricting and restraining not my footsteps but my desires and my anxiety, refusing to worry about external things, and fleeing for dear life from servitude and obligations: retreating not so much from the crowd of humanity but from the crowd of human affairs.”

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Book:The Art of Solitude
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“He looked down the slope and, at the base, in the shadow of the wall of the Park, he saw some human figures lying. Those venal and furtive loves filled him with despair. He gnawed the rectitude of his life; he felt that he had been outcast from life's feast. He turned his eyes to the grey gleaming river, winding along towards Dublin. Beyond the river he saw a goods train winding out of Kingsbridge Station, like a worm with a fiery head winding through the darkness, obstinately and laboriously. It passed slowly out of sigh; but still he heard in his ears the laborious drone of the engine reiterating the syllables of her name.”

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Book:A Painful Case
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