Golshifteh Farahani Quotes

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.

I grew up acutely aware of the exile and distance caused by war.

You lose your home, you lose your community, you lose your school, you lose your stuff.

Losing his wealth, his home, the life he had built, killed my father. He didn't die right away; it took four decades of exile to finish him off.

There might be things more terrible even than losing someone you love by death.

What are they going to do to me that they haven't done already? They took away my entire past. They took away my entire future. What's left for them to take?

There's nothing glorious about war. There's nothing glorious about holding your friends in your arms and watching them die. There's nothing glorious about having to leave your home for 6 to 8 months while your family's back here and you're away.

Since I've been in the U.S. I've lost the back of my heart, 15 ft. of intestine and my marriage - and God, I miss my intestine.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

Absence and death are the same - only that in death there is no suffering.

I had to go on without my mother, even though I was suffering terribly, grieving her.

Homeland is something one becomes aware of only through its loss.

One man’s exile is but a drop in the sea of human misery

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world; to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors, and to devastate the fair face of this beautiful world.

this lifeless paper, cruel imposter, was the only to take her with him

A piece of each of us died.

The war has carried mourning into almost every home … it can almost be said that the heavens are hung in black

There are worse things than war.

If I hadn't left Czechoslovakia, I would have been dead.

From losing my mom, I'll never be okay; I'll never be put together again.

I can't bear to think of life without Janice. I want to go first because I don't want to miss her, because that would be a pain far worse than any death.