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“علمتنى القراءة الطويلة المتأنية أدب الاستماع .. فالقارىء لا يتكلم وانما يستمع طويلًا وعميقا الى الذى يقرأه”
― أنيس منصور

“نحن هكذا، كلما وضعتنا الدنيا محل اختبار، ازددنا تضامنا مع اوجاعنا والتصقنا اكثر بوهم ننشئه من احباطاتنا واشواقنا الضائعة”
― واسيني الأعرج, شرفات بحر الشمال

“Every time you come to the limit of what is demanded of you, you are faced with the same problem - to be yourself! And with the first step you make in this direction you realize that there is neither plus nor minus; you throw the skates away and swim. There is no suffering any more because there is nothing which can threaten your security. And there is no desire to be of help to others even, because why rob them of a privilege which must be earned? Life stretches out from moment to moment in stupendous infinitude. Nothing can be more real than what you suppose it to be. Whatever you think the cosmos to be it is and it could not possibly be anything else as long as you are you and I am I. You live in the fruits of your action and your action is the harvest of your thought. Thought and action are one, because swimming you are in it and of it, and it is everything you desire it to be, no more, no less. Every stroke counts for eternity. The heating and cooling system is one system, and Cancer is separated from Capricorn only by an imaginary line. You don't become ecstatic and you are not plunged into violent grief; you don't pray for rain, neither do you dance a jig. You live like a happy rock in the midst of the ocean: you are fixed while everything about you is in turbulent motion. You are fixed in a reality which permits the thought that nothing is fixed, that even the happiest and mightiest rock will one day be utterly dissolved and fluid as the ocean from which it was born.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn

“The ovarian world is the product of a life rhythm. The moment a child is born it becomes part of a world in which there is not only the life rhythm but the death rhythm. The frantic desire to live, to live at any cost, is not a result of the life rhythm in us, but of the death rhythm. There is not only no need to keep alive at any price, but, if life is undesirable, it is absolutely wrong. This keeping oneself alive, out of a blind urge to defeat death, is in itself a means of sowing death. Every one who has not fully accepted life, who is not incrementing life, is helping to fill the world with death. To make the simplest gesture with the hand can convey the utmost sense of life; a word spoken with the whole being can give life. Activity in itself means nothing: it is often a sign of death.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn

“I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.”
― Shana Abe

“I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson

“You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when it's morning again, they'll wash away
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such”
― Henry Miller

“Life," said Emerson, "consists in what a man is thinking all day." If that be so, then my life is nothing but a big intestine. I not only think about food all day, but I dream about it at night.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“ فأومأتُ للسراب وأعلم أن ماء السراب كاذبٌ، وحملت البئرَ التي جفَّ ماؤها في داخلي وكنت كلما أحببتُ أحداً أقع فيها. ويوسف لم يكن اسمي ”
― بسام حجار, مجرد تعب

“أعرف جيدًا أنّه ليس مؤلمًا على الإطلاق أن تقف خلف النافذة كما يفعل مَن ينتظر شيئًا ، أحدًا ما ، أو مَن يدفعه الفضولُ إلى الإطمئنان مرةً ثم أُخرى إلى أنَّ الأشياءَ في الخارج مازالتْ هناك وأنَّه لم يَمُت بعدُ لكي يفقدها”
― بسام حجار, مجرد تعب

“ لا غايةَ لي، أسيرُ و حسب ”
― بسام حجار, مجرد تعب

“لا الألم
بل مكانه بعد أن يزول
مكانه الذي له
يبقى موجعاً
لشدّة ما يزول”
― بسام حجار, سوف تحيا من بعدي

“تنكّب الضوء أهدانى إلى العتمة، فأقمت فى مزاج اللبس والوضوح، على العتبة، عند المفترق من كل شىء”
― بسام حجار, سوف تحيا من بعدي

“ردّد في سرِّك إن الصمت مريحٌ لك وللآخرين ، وبخاصةً الآخرين .”
― الطاهر بن جلون, تلك العتمة الباهرة

“اذهبوا إلى الحرب
أو إلى الجحيم
فقط
أغلقوا الباب وراءكم.”
― بسام حجار

“هل يأتى غرباء
وفى معاطفهم ليل
كالذى نضيئه بالخوف والشموع

استعيدى من الهواء
عطرك
ونسمة العرق الخفيف

جسمك الشمعدان الذى أطمره خوفا
جسمك الليل على آخره.

هل يأتى غرباء
ويأخذون شمعتى
وأبكى

أو ننام
شقيقين خائفين فى سرير.”
― بسام حجار

“حين يتكلّمان
لا ينظر واحدهما إلى وجهِ الآخر.
هي تجمعُ طرف القماشِ بين ركبتيها
وهو يواصل الحديث كمن يتذكّر
شيئًا بصعوبة.

كان البيتُ نظيفًا
والثياب مرتبةً
وكان الزائرون يلاحظون هذه السعادة
ويذهبونْ..

كانت الأمورُ تحدثُ عاديةً في الخارج
كان الباعة يمرونَ
والإبنة نائمةً
كانت الأبوابُ موصدةٌ
والساعةُ تدقْ

وحين يتكلّمان
لا ينظر واحدهما إلى وجهِ الآخر.
هي تجمع طرف القماشٍ بين ركبيتها
وهو يواصل الحديث كمن يتذكّر
شيئًا بصعوبة.”
― بسام حجار, لأروي كمن يخاف أن يرى