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Sadegh Hedayat Quotes

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

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

Sadegh Hedayat
Silent, My Thoughts

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

Sadegh Hedayat
Soul, Solitude, Erode

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

Sadegh Hedayat
Wall, Writing, Light
"The Blind Owl". Book by Sadegh Hedayat, 1958.

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

Sadegh Hedayat
May, Tomorrow, Knows
Sadegh Hedayat (2010). “The Blind Owl”, p.12, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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.

Sadegh Hedayat
Stars, Sky, Absurd
Sadegh Hedayat (2010). “The Blind Owl”, p.6, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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

Sadegh Hedayat
Wish, Ifs

The sign of our time is that the dignity of the human personality has no place: the age is, as are its laws, impersonal, its heart as of stone... . Yet on arrest, in the name of these laws, we die like dogs, neither executioner nor victim making a sound. Because he has to gasp for air all his life, panting for breath is the man of today's only way out.

Sadegh Hedayat
Dog, Heart, Men

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

Sadegh Hedayat
Death, Pain, Sorrow

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!

Sadegh Hedayat
Writing, Sick, Plot
Sadegh Hedayat (2010). “The Blind Owl”, p.33, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Only death does not lie.

Sadegh Hedayat
Death, Lying, Doe
Sadegh Hedayat (2010). “The Blind Owl”, p.56, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

What relationship could exist between the lives of the fools and healthy rabble who were well, who slept well, who performed the sexual act well, who had never felt the wings of death on their face every moment - what relationship could exist between them and one like me who has arrived at the end of his rope and who knows that he will pass away gradually and tragically?

Sadegh Hedayat
Wings, Healthy, Passing Away
"The Blind Owl". Book by Sadegh Hedayat (1937), translated by Iraj Bashiri, 1974.

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.

Sadegh Hedayat
Death, Children, Deception
Sadegh Hedayat (2010). “The Blind Owl”, p.56, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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