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“الذين نحبهم لا نودعهم، لأننا فى الحقيقة لا نفارقهم، لقد خُلق الوداع للغرباء..وليس للأحبة”
― Ahlam Mosteghanemi, ذاكرة الجسد

“Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain

“If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.

Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.”
― Stephen Fry

“How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any miseries, or any depressions? For after all, you do not know what work these conditions are doing inside you.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.”
― John Lennon

“I'm not anti-social. I'm just not social.”
― Woody Allen

“There are two types of people in this world, good and bad. The good sleep better, but the bad seem to enjoy the waking hours much more.”
― Woody Allen

“I'm such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own.”
― Woody Allen

“كلّما أقبلت على الله خاشعة. صَغُرَ كلّ شيء حولك و في قلبك. فكلّ تكبيرة بين يدي الله تعيد ما عداه إلى حجمه الأصغر. تذكّرك أن لا جبار إلّا الله، و أنّ كلّ رجل متجبّر، حتى في حبّه، هو رجل قليل الإيمان متكبّر. فالمؤمن رحوم حنون بطبعه لأنّه يخاف الله.ـ”
― احلام مستغانمي

“اليوم صباح عيد ، وأنا أصبحتُ أخاف الفرح
لأننا نُصبح أنانيين عندما نفرح
يجب أن أحزنَ قليلاً كي أظل معك”
― احلام مستغانمي

“إن النفس الحزينة المتألمة تجد راحة بانضمامها إلى
نفس أخرى تماثلها بالشعور و تشاركها بالإحساس
مثلما يستأنس الغريب بالغريب في أرض بعيدة عن
وطنهما..
فالقلوب التي تدنيها أوجاع الكآبة بعضها من بعض لا
تفرقها بهجة الأفراح و بهرجتها .
فرابطة الحزن أقوى في النفوس من روابط الغبطة و
السرور .
و الحب الذي تغسله العيون بدموعها يظلّ طاهراً
وجميلاً و خالداً.”
― جبران خليل جبران

“للكآبة أيد حريرية الملامس قوية الأعصاب تقبض على القلوب وتؤلمها بالوحدة فالوحدة حليفة الكآبة كما أنها أليفة كل حرمة روحية”
― جبران خليل جبران, المجموعة الكاملة لمؤلفات جبران خليل جبران : نصوص خارج المجموعة

“يزعم نيتشه أن الأديان قد ابتدعها الضعفاء ليخدعوا بها الأقوياء أما ماركس فيقول العكس. فإذا سلمنا بأن الأديان مفتعلة ، سيبدو تفسير نيتشه أكثر إقناعا ،لأنه تأسيسا على الدين فقط، يستطيع الضعفاء المطالبة بالمساواة أما العلم وكل ماعدا الدين، فقد أكد عدم المساواة بين الناس.”
― علي عزت بيجوفيتش, الإسلام بين الشرق والغرب

“Keep reading books, but remember that a book’s only a book, and you should learn to think for yourself.”
― Maxim Gorky

“لا أستطيع ترك الطغاة يعتقدون بموافقتي واستسلامي ، إني لا أستطيع أن اسمح لهم باستعمال ظهري كي يتعلموا جلد الآخرين”
― Maxim Gorky, Mother

“وماذا يعني ذلك ؟ لقد مات .. وما الذي مات ؟ هل مات تقديري لإيجور ؟ هل مات شعوري نحوه ؟ نحو الرفيق ؟ هل ماتت ذكرى صنيع أفكاره ؟ هل مات ذاك الصنيع نفسه ؟ هل انطفأت تلك المشاعر التي أيقظها فيَّ ؟ هل انمحت تلك الصورة التي رسمتها له في ذهني ؟ صورة الانسان الباسل الشريف ؟ هل مات هذا كله ؟ .. كلا إن ذلك ، في نظري ،لا يموت أبدا. أعرف ذلك ، ويبدو لي أننا نتسرع كثيرا حين نقول عن انسان ما ، انه مات . لقد ماتت شفتاه لكن كلماته ما برحت حية ، وستظل إلى الأبد ، حية في قلوبنا”
― Maxim Gorky, Mother

“لا تكن ودودا"....فهذا زمن الحقد
لا تكن وفيا"....فهذا زمن الغدر
لا تكن نقيا"....فهذا زمن الوحل
لا تكن موهوبا"...فهذا زمن التافهين
لا تكن قمة... فهذا زمن الحضيض
لا تغث ملهوفا"...فهذا زمن الأبواب المغلقة”
― محمد الماغوط

“ليتني حجر
لا أَحنُّ إلي أيِّ شيءٍ
فلا أَمسِ يمضي، ولا الغَدُ يأتي
ولا حاضري يتقدَّمُ أَو يتراجَعُ
لا شيء يحدث لي!
ليتني حَجَرٌ ـ قُلْتُ ـ يا ليتني
حَجَرٌ ما ليصقُلَني الماءُ
أَخضرُّ، أَصفَرُّ ... أُوضَعُ في حُجْرَ ةٍ
مثلَ مَنْحُوتةٍ، أَو تماريـنَ في النحت...
أو مادَّةً لانبثاق الضروريِّ
من عبث اللاضروريّ ...
يا ليتني حجرٌ
كي أَحنَّ إلي أيِّ شيء!”
― محمود درويش

“يعلمني الحب أن لا أحب...
ويتركني في مهب الورق”
― محمود درويش

“اثنان أهل الأرض : ذو عقــلٍ بلا ديــن وآخر ديِّنٌ لا عقل لهْ”
― أبو العلاء المعري

“تعبٌ كلها الحياة فما أعجبُ
إلا من راغبٍ في ازديادِ”
― أبو العلاء المعري

“أنا أتمرد إذا نحن موجودون”
― ألبير كامو, الإنسان المتمرد

“Where is the graveyard of dead gods? What lingering mourner waters their mounds? There was a time when Jupiter was the king of the gods, and any man who doubted his puissance was ipso facto a barbarian and an ignoramus. But where in all the world is there a man who worships Jupiter today? And who of Huitzilopochtli? In one year - and it is no more than five hundred years ago - 50,000 youths and maidens were slain in sacrifice to him. Today, if he is remembered at all, it is only by some vagrant savage in the depths of the Mexican forest. Huitzilopochtli, like many other gods, had no human father; his mother was a virtuous widow; he was born of an apparently innocent flirtation that she carried out with the sun.

When he frowned, his father, the sun, stood still. When he roared with rage, earthquakes engulfed whole cities. When he thirsted he was watered with 10,000 gallons of human blood. But today Huitzilopochtli is as magnificently forgotten as Allen G. Thurman. Once the peer of Allah, Buddha and Wotan, he is now the peer of Richmond P. Hobson, Alton B. Parker, Adelina Patti, General Weyler and Tom Sharkey.

Speaking of Huitzilopochtli recalls his brother Tezcatlipoca. Tezcatlipoca was almost as powerful; he consumed 25,000 virgins a year.

Lead me to his tomb: I would weep, and hang a couronne des perles. But who knows where it is? Or where the grave of Quetzalcoatl is? Or Xiuhtecuhtli? Or Centeotl, that sweet one? Or Tlazolteotl, the goddess of love? Of Mictlan? Or Xipe? Or all the host of Tzitzimitl? Where are their bones? Where is the willow on which they hung their harps? In what forlorn and unheard-of Hell do they await their resurrection morn? Who enjoys their residuary estates? Or that of Dis, whom Caesar found to be the chief god of the Celts? Of that of Tarves, the bull? Or that of Moccos, the pig? Or that of Epona, the mare? Or that of Mullo, the celestial jackass? There was a time when the Irish revered all these gods, but today even the drunkest Irishman laughs at them.

But they have company in oblivion: the Hell of dead gods is as crowded
as the Presbyterian Hell for babies. Damona is there, and Esus, and
Drunemeton, and Silvana, and Dervones, and Adsullata, and Deva, and
Bellisima, and Uxellimus, and Borvo, and Grannos, and Mogons. All mighty gods in their day, worshipped by millions, full of demands and impositions, able to bind and loose - all gods of the first class. Men labored for generations to build vast temples to them - temples with stones as large as hay-wagons.

The business of interpreting their whims occupied thousands of priests,
bishops, archbishops. To doubt them was to die, usually at the stake.
Armies took to the field to defend them against infidels; villages were burned, women and children butchered, cattle were driven off. Yet in the end they all withered and died, and today there is none so poor to do them reverence.

What has become of Sutekh, once the high god of the whole Nile Valley? What has become of:
Resheph
Anath
Ashtoreth
El
Nergal
Nebo
Ninib
Melek
Ahijah
Isis
Ptah
Anubis
Baal
Astarte
Hadad
Addu
Shalem
Dagon
Sharaab
Yau
Amon-Re
Osiris
Sebek
Molech?

All there were gods of the highest eminence. Many of them are mentioned with fear and trembling in the Old Testament. They ranked, five or six thousand years ago, with Yahweh Himself; the worst of them stood far higher than Thor. Yet they have all gone down the chute, and with them the following:
Bilé
Ler
Arianrhod
Morrigu
Govannon
Gunfled
Sokk-mimi
Nemetona
Dagda
Robigus
Pluto
Ops
Meditrina
Vesta

You may think I spoof. That I invent the names. I do not. Ask the rector to lend you any good treatise on comparative religion: You will find them all listed. They were gods of the highest standing and dignity-gods of civilized peoples-worshiped and believed in by millions. All were omnipotent, omniscient and immortal.

And all are dead.”
― H.L. Mencken, A Mencken Chrestomathy

“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“I'm very polite by nature, even the voices in my head let each other finish their sentences.”
― Graham Parke, Unspent Time

“In man's struggle against the world, bet on the world.”
― Franz Kafka

“A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms

“Go to heaven for the climate and hell for the company.”
― Benjamin Franklin Wade

“Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life.”
― Terry Pratchett, Jingo