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“I am only true when I’m alone.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

“قلْ لي.. لماذا اخترتَني؟
وأخذتَني بيديكَ من بين الأنامْ
ومشيتَ بي..
ومشيتَ.. ثمّ تركتَني
كالطفل يبكي في الزِّحامْ
إن كنتَ - يا مِلحَ المدامعِ - بِعتَني
فأقلّ ما يَرِثُ السكوتُ مِنَ الكلامْ
هُوَ أن تؤشّرَ مِن بعيدٍ بالسلامْ
أن تُغلقَ الأبوابَ إنْ
قررتَ ترحل في الظلامْ
ما ضرَّ لو ودَّعتَنِي؟
ومنحتَني فصلَ الخِتامْ؟
حتى أريحَ يديَّ من
تقليبِ آخر صفحةٍ
من قصّتي..
تلك التي
يشتدُّ أبْيَضُها فيُعميني
إذا اشتدَّ الظلامْ
حتى أنامْ
حتى أنامْ”
― ميسون السويدان

“All war is a symptom of man's failure as a thinking animal.”
― John Steinbeck

“I'm a master of speaking silently—all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

“How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?”
― David "Doc" Luben

“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“My life is quiet. There is little beside working and walking. I have no desire to see people, and I feel as though I am waiting for something new and strange which will burn the unburnt side of my soul.”
― Khalil Gibran

“The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.”
― James Baldwin

“Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

“So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“The darker the night the brighter the stars. The deeper the grief the closer is God.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

“And I dream too much and I don't write enough and I'm trying to find God everywhere.”
― Anis Mojgai, "For those Who Can Ride in an Airplane For the First Time."

“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena