15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.دَدِ میان گوشهایت
تنها یکبار همدیگر را ملاقات میکنیم — آن نام را در چشمانت میخوانم؛ آمادهای؟
سلیم قاضی سعیدیThe Count of Monte Cristo
He declares himself the very man they sold and dishonored—and, despite everything, says he forgives them.
Alexandre Dumas (père); Auguste MaquetPride and Prejudice
I'm off to Gretna Green—her laughing letter promises an elopement and a household thrown into surprise.
Jane AustenThe Count of Monte Cristo
She says she became a criminal for her son’s sake — a mother who insists she cannot leave without him.
Alexandre Dumas (père); Auguste MaquetThe Republic
If justice simply serves whoever holds power, why should anyone bother praising it?
PlatoPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
Hope perches in the soul like a little bird that sings through every storm without asking for a crumb.
Dickinson, EmilyShakespeare's Sonnets
What if a poem could make your summer last forever — how does language hold someone against time's changing weather?
William ShakespeareThe Republic
Before you laugh at someone's confusion, ask whether they've just stepped into the brightness—or stumbled out of it.
PlatoMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
Ahab roars he'll chase the white whale 'round Good Hope and perdition's flames—will you splice hands on a vow that sells everything to vengeance?
Herman MelvilleCrime and Punishment
A quiet, sinister voice names him 'murderer' and the air in the room suddenly turns cold.
Dostoyevsky, FyodorWuthering Heights
He begs a vanished beloved to haunt him rather than leave—claiming he cannot live without his soul.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
Every cloud, every floorboard wears her face—his whole world has become an unescapable register of loss.
Emily BrontëA Christmas Carol
He wears the chain he forged in life—which link of yours are you still adding to?
Charles DickensThe Prophet
Your daily life is your temple—are you bringing your whole self to it?
Kahlil GibranPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
A summer day becomes a private sacrament where two people bind a wordless oath.
Dickinson, Emily