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“الحمقى ينظرون بإعجاب للبطلة، ويفوتهم أن يروا ويفهموا الكنوز التي لدى صديقتها الخجول الصموت .. عندما تقترب أنت وتنحني أمام العرافة المقدسة وتخبرها كم هي رائعة . كم هي أسطورية .. عندها تستحق وحدك أنهار اللبن والعسل التي ادخرتها لأول من يلاحظ ذلك .. أول من يدرك أنها أروع من صديقتها المفتعلة الملطخة بالأصباغ .”
― أحمد خالد توفيق

“What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.”
― W. H. Auden, The Dyer's Hand and Other Essays

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“ريتك معايا تطوفي
وسط البشر والزحام ...

وتشوفي حيرتي وخوفي
عليكي من دي الالآم”
― عبد الرحيم منصور

“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.”
― Phyllis Diller

“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“People haven't always been there for me but music always has.”
― Taylor Swift

“Never wrestle with pigs. You both get dirty and the pig likes it.”
― George Bernard Shaw

“He knows nothing; and he thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career.”
― George Bernard Shaw, Major Barbara

“السعادة في الفرهدة و الحُزن في التفخيد”
― Sherif Muhammad

“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

“being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.

So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.”
― Aldous Huxley , Island