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Our real life is not the life we live, and we feel that our deepest, nay, our most intimate thoughts are quite apart from ourselves, for we are other… - Maurice Maeterlinck
" "Our real life is not the life we live, and we feel that our deepest, nay, our most intimate thoughts are quite apart from ourselves, for we are other than our thoughts and our dreams. And it is only at special moments – it may be by merest accident – that we live our own life. Will the day ever dawn when we shall be what we are? …
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About Maurice Maeterlinck
Count Maurice Polydore Marie Bernard Maeterlinck (29 August 1862 – 6 May 1949) was a Belgian poet, playwright, and essayist who wrote in French, most famous for his work L'Oiseau Bleu (The Blue Bird), and for other works exploring the meaning of life and death. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1911.
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من بعضي از اشعار شعراي ايراني را در ترجمه هاي فرانسوي خوانده ام و بعضي از ابيات فريدالدين عطار نيشاپوري تاثير زيادي در من كرده است. فريدالدين در يكي از اشعار خود مي گويد
خداوندا اگر چه گناهكار هستم و خود را درخور مجازات مي بينم. ليكن از درگاه تو نااميد نيستم براي اينكه مي دانم كه اگر من در اين جهان بر طبق پيروي از طبيعت خود رفتار كرده ام تو در آن جهان نسبت به من بر طبق طبيعت خود رفتار خواهي نمود.
انصاف بدهيد كه آيا از آغاز زندگي بشر تاكنون در جهان چيزي گفته شده است كه از حيث عمق معني بالاتر از اين گفته عطار نيشاپوري باشد و به اين اندازه اميدبخش باشد؟؟؟
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When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. If we always had smiled on the one who is gone, there would be no despair in our grief; and some sweetness would cling to our tears, reminiscent of virtues and happiness. For our recollections of veritable love — which indeed is the act of virtue containing all others — call from our eyes the same sweet, tender tears as those most beautiful hours wherein memory was born.
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