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“إن للحزن كبرياء أكبر من أن يستعرضه الانسان”
― فاتحة مرشيد, لحظات لا غير

“سأصبر حتى يعجز الصبر عن صبري
سأصبر حتى ينظر الرحمن في أمري
سأصبر حتى يعلم الصبر
أني صبرت على شئٍ أمرّ من الصبر”
― علي بن أبي طالب

“إنه نفس المطر الذي كنت تعشقه .. أغرقك”
― هديل الحضيف

“There’s something amazing about this life. The very same worldly attribute that causes us pain is also what gives us relief: Nothing here lasts. What does that mean? It means that the breathtakingly beautiful rose in my vase will wither tomorrow. It means that my youth will neglect me. But it also means that the sadness I feel today will change tomorrow. My pain will die. My laughter won’t last forever but neither will my tears. We say this life isn’t perfect. And it isn’t. It isn’t perfectly good. But, it also isn’t perfectly bad, either.”
― Yasmin Mogahed

“!لك شيء في هذا العالم.. فقم”
― غسان كنفاني

“فَكَيْفَ لِي بِتَحْصِيلِ الشُّكْرِ، وَشُكْرِي إيَّاكَ يَفْتَقِرُ إلى شُكْر،
فَكُلَّما قُلْتُ: لَكَ الْحَمْدُ، وَجَبَ عَلَيَّ لِذلِكَ أَنْ أَقُولَ: لَكَ الْحَمْدُ.”
― Ali ibn Husayn Zayn al-Abidin

“When you have friends, don’t expect your friends to fill your emptiness. When you get married, don’t expect your spouse to fulfill your every need. When you’re an activist, don’t put your hope in the results. When you’re in trouble don’t depend on yourself. Don’t depend on people. Depend on Allah.”
― Yasmin Mogahed

“Sometimes you search so hard for words. You look for a way to interpret the language of this heart and the unspoken bond you feel. But in the end you are left with nothing but silence. And deep down you hope it’s understood.”
― Yasmin Mogahed

“The soul is healed by being with children.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

“If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does.”
― Lewis Caroll, Alice in Wonderland

“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.”
― Vincent Willem van Gogh

“Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.”
― Clive Barker, Abarat: Days of Magic, Nights of War

“هؤلاء الأطفال الذين هم السهولة قبل أن تتعقد.
الذين يرون العالم في أول ما ينمو الخيال ويتجاوز ويمتد.
يفتشون الأقدار من ظاهرها؛
ولا يستبطنون كيلا يتألموا بلا طائل.
ويأخذون من الأشياء لأنفسهم فيفرحون بها،
ولا يأخذون من أنفسهم للأشياء كيلا يوجدوا لها الهم.
قانعون يكتفون بالتمرة،
ولا يحاولون اقتلاع الشجرة التي تحملها.
ويعرفون كُنْهَ الحقيقة،
وهي أن العبرة بروح النعمة لا بمقدارها.
فيجدون من الفرح في تغيير ثوب للجسم،
أكثر مما يجده القائد الفاتح في تغيير ثوب للمملكة.”
― مصطفى صادق الرافعي, وحي القلم

“I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitments, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into it's expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst it's perils.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“رأيي الذي قد لا يتحمس له الكُتَّابُ كثيرًا، هو أن الكتابة لا تتطلب في الحقيقة "موهبة"، وإنما الشحذ المستمر لنصال المهارات الكتابية. أما ما أظنه موهبة حقًا فهي القراءة ذاتها؛ في مكانٍ ما بين العين والعقل تحدث المعجزة التي تشقُّ بحورًا شاسعة بين قارئ وآخر، ولنفس الكتب ربما!”
― أحمد الديب

“وصل إلي كتاب مخالف لما كنت أعرفُك به من الصفح والفضل والأخذ بمحاسن الأمور، فإن كنتَ شفيتَ به غيظاً، وبرَّدت به غليلاً فما أسهله، وإن كنتَ لم تندم عليه ندم المتنزّه عن سوء المجازاة، ولم تراجع الجميل بعده فما أشدّه، وأي ذنب كان فأرجو أن لا يجتمع على عبدك الخطأ والإصرار على الذنب، ولا أفارق استصلاح رأيك، وارتجاع ودّك ما حييت وإن لم أصل إلى حيازة ما كان لي منه، فإني قانعٌ ببعضه، ما استقلّ شيئاً من أقسامه، ولا أيأسُ فيك من عُقبى الأيام، وحسن مراجعة الدهر حتى يكون هذا الذي حدث بيننا من ظلم وعتب منك نافياً لكل وحشة، ومؤكداً لكل ثقة، فلست فيما أنكرته بواجد ولا الفضل في أخلاقك وشيمك بمستغرب.”
― أبو حيان التوحيدي, الصداقة والصديق

“Smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.”
― Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

“Throw away respect,
Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty;
For you have but mistook me all this while.
I live with bread, like you; feel want,
Taste grief, need friends. Subjected thus,
How can you say to me I am king?”
― William Shakespeare, Richard II

“From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
― William Shakespeare, Henry V

“Let life be short, else shame will be too long.”
― Shakespeare, William, Henry V

“O, pardon me, my liege! But for my tears,
The moist impediments unto my speech,
I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke
Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown,
And he that wears the crown immortally
Long guard it yours! [Kneeling] If I affect it more
Than as your honour and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most inward true and duteous spirit
Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending!
God witness with me, when I here came in
And found no course of breath within your Majesty,
How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign,
O, let me in my present wildness die,
And never live to show th' incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed!
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead-
And dead almost, my liege, to think you were-
I spake unto this crown as having sense,
And thus upbraided it: 'The care on thee depending
Hath fed upon the body of my father;
Therefore thou best of gold art worst of gold.
Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
Preserving life in med'cine potable;
But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd,
Hast eat thy bearer up.' Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head,
To try with it—as with an enemy
That had before my face murd'red my father—
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Did with the least affection of a welcome
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head,
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!”
― William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part Two

“I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams

“She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea