Bashayer > Bashayer's Quotes

“She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”
― Flannery O'Connor

“Sometimes one is guided by what they say of themselves, and very frequently by what other people say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge."

-Elinor Dashwood”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

“...I will not allow books to prove any thing."
"But how shall we prove any thing?"
"We never shall.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“Why do I read?
I just can't help myself.
I read to learn and to grow, to laugh
and to be motivated.
I read to understand things I've never
been exposed to.
I read when I'm crabby, when I've just
said monumentally dumb things to the
people I love.
I read for strength to help me when I
feel broken, discouraged, and afraid.
I read when I'm angry at the whole
world.
I read when everything is going right.
I read to find hope.
I read because I'm made up not just of
skin and bones, of sights, feelings,
and a deep need for chocolate, but I'm
also made up of words.
Words describe my thoughts and what's
hidden in my heart.
Words are alive--when I've found a
story that I love, I read it again and
again, like playing a favorite song
over and over.
Reading isn't passive--I enter the
story with the characters, breathe
their air, feel their frustrations,
scream at them to stop when they're
about to do something stupid, cry with
them, laugh with them.
Reading for me, is spending time with a
friend.
A book is a friend.
You can never have too many.”
― Gary Paulsen, Shelf Life: Stories by the Book

“Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“آه لو كان الكلام كالخبز يُشرى فلا يستطيع أحدٌ أن يتكلم إلا إذا اشترى كلاماً”
― زياد الرحباني, صديقي الله

“أَتيتُ الأولادَ المشردين بالأوراق
وسألتُهم أن يرسموا أشجاراً
فرسموا أغصاناً طويلة فارغة
نائمة على الأرض
وعليها مدفعٌ وعسكر
فقلتُ : لا ، إلاّ هذا
ارسموا زهراً وبيتاً
فرسموا زهوراً ملقاةً في مياه المطر
والعسكرُ يدوسُها
وقلتُ : لا ، إلا هذا
ارسموا عصفوراً يغني
كما كنتم ترسمون مِن قَبل
فرسموا عصفوراً يبكي
والمطرُ يهطل
فسكتُّ وأخذتُ الأوراق
وذهبت”
― زياد الرحباني, صديقي الله

“اكتبوا
ان في يوم من سنة كذا
في جيل كذا
ضحك ولد قبل ان ينام
اكتبوا
ما دام الرحيل يكتبه هو
فالوداع لنا
نجعله احلى وداع .”
― زياد الرحباني, صديقي الله

“وقالوا يوماً : إن الله صديقي
ورحت أفتش عن صديقي
في الأحراج ، بين الزهور
في الأشجار المورقة ، وراء الصخور
وخافت مني العصافير وهربت
ترى صديقي آالعصافير خاف مني وهرب ؟
وسألتهم : صديقي هل يخاف ؟
قالوا : يخاف ألا تحبه.
وقلت : أين هو ؟
وقالوا : في كل مكان”
― زياد الرحباني

“كل يوم نموت خوفًا من الموت نفسه.”
― أحمد سعداوي, فرانكشتاين في بغداد

“أنت تتشبه بهم الآن. تجرب أن تكون منهم, و من يرتدي تاجًا, و لوعلى سبيل التجربة, سيبحث لاحقًا عن مملكة.”
― أحمد سعداوي, فرانكشتاين في بغداد

“عندما نولدُ إناثاً، فنحنُ نولد قضايا، لأن العالم مزوّد بتقنياتٍ جاهزة للحدّ منا، إنني أعتبر فكرة كهذه من قبيل المسلّمات، وفي الوقت نفسه، أظن بأن المرأة التي تترعرع في وطن، أو في منزلٍ، ذكوري، هي امرأة محظوظة، لأن الفرصة متاحة أمامها لتقاتل، إنها تملكُ الكثير من الفرص، لأجل أن تتحول إلى نموذج، فهي كبيرة، لمجرد أنها أنثى، وهي مزودة بقضية جاهزة - بمقاسات ملائمة - لتقاتل من أجلها، لقد وفّرت على نفسها عناء البحث عن معاناة، ومشقة المكابدة لأجل أن تظلّ على قيد الإنسانية، أن لا تتخشب مفاصلها، أو تتحول بشرتها إلى جلد سلحفاة، ووجهها إلى تابوت طفل..”
― بثينة العيسى, عروس المطر

“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“She was a girl with a mountain to climb.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is
like a yellow hole. . .”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me.

Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you,
To which I sign my name.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
― Pablo Neruda

“How wild it was, to let it be.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“The father’s job is to teach his children how to be warriors, to give them the confidence to get on the horse to ride into battle when it’s necessary to do so. If you don’t get that from your father, you have to teach yourself.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.”
― Walt Whitman