JO . > JO .'s Quotes

“I had only one desire: to leave, to walk, to die, whatever. I wanted to get away, never come back, disappear, melt away into the forest, the clouds, no longer have memories, forget, forget.”
― Ágota Kristof, Yesterday

“مساء متهالك .. لا أحد يرغب أن يجاذبك أطراف الحزن , الكل يتدثر بهمومه و يمضي و تستلقي وحيداً تطفق على وحدتك بالذكريات فتفيض الذاكرة وجوهاً أليفة تتمرغ بفؤادك فجأة تعدو كالأرانب الهاربة و تختبئ ... تنتظرها طويلاً ... تنام على أبوابها و تحلم بها .”
― عبده خال, ليس هناك ما يبهج

“والموت لا يأتي. عندما نطلبه لا يأتي. يتسلى بتعذيبنا. منذ سنوات وأنا أطلبه، ومنذ سنوات وهو يتجاهلني.”
― أغوتا كريستوف, Le grand cahier

“Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“In the end, you feel that your much-vaunted, inexhaustible fantasy is growing tired, debilitated, exhausted, because you're bound to grow out of your old ideals; they're smashed to splinters and turn to dust, and if you have no other life, you have no choice but to keep rebuilding your dreams from the splinters and dust. But the heart longs for something different! And it is vain to dig in the ashes of your old fancies, trying to find even a tiny spark to fan into a new flame that will warm the chilled heart and bring back to life everything that can send the blood rushing wildly through the body, fill the eyes with tears--everything that can delude you so well!”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights