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“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Be nice to nerds. You may end up working for them. We all could.”
― Charles J. Sykes, Dumbing Down Our Kids: Why American Children Feel Good About Themselves But Can't Read, Write or Add

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“I love mankind ... it's people I can't stand!!”
― Charles M. Schulz

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

“An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“Faith is taking the first step even when you can't see the whole staircase.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

“I wish I knew how to quit you.”
― Annie Proulx, Brokeback Mountain

“Being alone is not the most awful thing in the world. You visit your museums and cultivate your interests and remind yourself how lucky you are not to be one of those spindly Sudanese children with flies beading their mouths. You make out To Do lists - reorganise linen cupboard, learn two sonnets. You dole out little treats to yourself - slices of ice-cream cake, concerts at Wigmore Hall. And then, every once in a while, you wake up and gaze out of the window at another bloody daybreak, and think, I cannot do this anymore. I cannot pull myself together again and spend the next fifteen hours of wakefulness fending off the fact of my own misery.

People like Sheba think that they know what it's like to be lonely. They cast their minds back to the time they broke up with a boyfriend in 1975 and endured a whole month before meeting someone new. Or the week they spent in a Bavarian steel town when they were fifteen years old, visiting their greasy-haired German pen pal and discovering that her hand-writing was the best thing about her. But about the drip drip of long-haul, no-end-in-sight solitude, they know nothing. They don't know what it is to construct an entire weekend around a visit to the laundrette. Or to sit in a darkened flat on Halloween night, because you can't bear to expose your bleak evening to a crowd of jeering trick-or-treaters. Or to have the librarian smile pityingly and say, ‘Goodness, you're a quick reader!’ when you bring back seven books, read from cover to cover, a week after taking them out. They don't know what it is to be so chronically untouched that the accidental brush of a bus conductor's hand on your shoulder sends a jolt of longing straight to your groin. I have sat on park benches and trains and schoolroom chairs, feeling the great store of unused, objectless love sitting in my belly like a stone until I was sure I would cry out and fall, flailing, to the ground. About all of this, Sheba and her like have no clue.”
― Zoë Heller, What Was She Thinking? [Notes on a Scandal]

“I won't stop loving you because I can't stop loving you.”
― Mike Gayle, His 'n' Hers

“كيف يصنع الرجال بأنفسهم هذا الذي لا يخطر ببال ، أية قوى تدفع النفس البشرية فتحولها الي كائن مفترس تتواري منه خوفا ، أو ربما خجلا ، الحيوانات الضارية الجائعة في الغاب .”
― فتحي غانم, قليل من الحب كثير من العنف

“وكلما توجهت رصاصة لصدره
بدقة تامة،
تمر
،لحسن الحظ
من ثقب قديم في القلب”
― عماد أبو صالح, عجوز تؤلمه الضحكات

“فضلت طول القاعده مركزة ف سقف المكان
وكل ما عنيها تيجي ف عيني كنت بصغر سنه
وعلى كده
طول الساعتين اللي قعدناهم
لحد ماخرجنا م المكان
عيل ساحب ف ايده مدرسة المزيكا العاميه ”
― عمر طاهر, قهوة وشيكولاتة