Khalil > Khalil's Quotes

“When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.”
― Jess C. Scott, The Intern

“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda

“Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.”
― Joss Whedon

“Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.”
― Woody Allen

“Good sex is like good bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.”
― Mae West

“يوجد نوع واحد من القذارة لا يمكن تطهيرها بالماء النقي، وهو لوثة الكراهية والتعصب التي تلوّث الروح”
― Elif Safak

“التناقض الاجتماعي كامن في اعماق الشاب العربي ،فهو يقلد الشاب الغربي في أفانين الغرام ،ولكنه في الزواج يريد تقليد أبيه وأعمامه وأخواله . إنه في غرامياته (دون جوان) وفي زواجه (حاج عليوي”
― علي الوردي

“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”
― Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays

“ليس المكانُ هو الفخ
ما دمتِ تبتسمين ولا تأبهين
بطول الطريق... خذيني كما تشتهين
يداً بيدٍ، او صدىً للصدى، او سدى.
لا أريدُ لهذي القصيدة ان تنتهي ابداً
...لا أريد لها هدفاً واضحاً
لا أريد لها ان تكون خريطةَ منفى
ولا بلداً
لا أريد لهذي القصيدة ان تنتهي
بالختام السعيد، ولا بالردى
أريدُ لها ان تكون كما تشتهي ان
تكون:
قصيدةَ غيري. قصيدةَ ضدي. قصيدةَ
ندِّي...
!”
― محمود درويش, لا أريد لهذي القصيدة أن تنتهي

“At the end, all that's left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that's why I've never been able to throw anything away. Perhaps that's why I hoarded the world: with the hope that when I died, the sum total of my things would suggest a life larger than the one I lived.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love