Quotes by Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl

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I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhap — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhap — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhap — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhap — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhap — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhap — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhap — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
The sun, like a golden knife, was steadily paring away the edge of the shade beside the walls.The streets were enclosed — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
The sun, like a golden knife, was steadily paring away the edge of the shade beside the walls.The streets were enclosed — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
The sun, like a golden knife, was steadily paring away the edge of the shade beside the walls.The streets were enclosed — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
The sun, like a golden knife, was steadily paring away the edge of the shade beside the walls.The streets were enclosed — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
The sun, like a golden knife, was steadily paring away the edge of the shade beside the walls.The streets were enclosed — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
The sun, like a golden knife, was steadily paring away the edge of the shade beside the walls.The streets were enclosed — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
The sun, like a golden knife, was steadily paring away the edge of the shade beside the walls.The streets were enclosed — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker. — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker. — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker. — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker. — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker. — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker. — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl
There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker. — Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl