Jack Moutaz > Jack's Quotes

“People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“For instance, I never complained that my birthday was overlooked; people were even surprised, with a touch of admiration, by my discretion on this subject. But the reason for my disinterestedness was even more discreet: I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself... Once my solitude was thoroughly proved, I could surrender to the charms of a virile self-pity.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“يقول نيتشه: "الدين ثورة العبيد". ويقول ماركس: "الدين أفيون الشعوب". وفي الحقيقة إنّ الدين ثورة وأفيون في آن واحد. فهو عند المترفين أفيون وعند الأنبياء ثورة. وكل دين يبدأ على يد النبي ثورة ثم يستحوذ المترفون عليه بعد ذلك فيحولونه إلى أفيون. وعندئذ يظهر نبي جديد فيعيدها شعواء مرة أخرى.”
― علي الوردي, مهزلة العقل البشري

“إن الذي لا يفارق بيئته التي نشأ فيها ولا يقرأ غير الكتب التي تدعم معتقداته الموروثة, فلا ننتظر منه أن يكون محايداً في الحكم على الأمور.”
― علي الوردي, مهزلة العقل البشري

“Sonnet XL"

Green was the silence, wet was the light
the month of June trembled like a butterfly
and in the south dominion, from the sea and the stones,
Matilde, you traversed the midday.

You were loaded with ferrous flowers,
seaweeds that the south wind torments and forgets,
still white, shrivelled by the devouring salt,
your hands raised the stalks of sand.

I love your pure gifts, your skin of untouched rock,
your nails offered in the sun of your fingers,
your mouth spilt through all the joy,

but, for my house neighboring the abyss,
give me the tormented system of the silence,
the pavillion of the sea forgotten in the sand.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets