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“أشعـر أنني أريد أن أقـول لكـ فقط أحبــك , ومن ثم أبـكي
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أبكـي لأنـها تعبـر عن الكثـير ولأنها تختصـر الكثـير

ولأن الأطفـال حين يعـجزون عـن التعبير يبكون

ويرددون كلمة واحـدة غير مفهومة ومبهمة”
― جبران خليل جبران

“I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can't believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can't imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven't been.”
― Raymond Carver, Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories

“Am I in love? --yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

“تظنُّ بأنني قادرة على أن أترك كل شيء خلفي وأن أمضي قُدماً.. لكنني مازلتُ معلقة، ما زلت أتكئ على جدارك الضبابي بانتظار أن تنزل سلالم النور إليَّ من حيث لا أحتسب، سلالم ترفعني إلى حيث لا أدري وتنتشلني من كل هذه الُلجَّة..
قهرني هذا الحب، قهرني لدرجة أنني لم أعد أفكر في شيء غيره، أحببتك إلى درجة أنك كنت كل أحلامي.. لم أُكن بحاجة لحلم آخر.. كنت الحلم الكبير، العظيم، الشهي.. المطمئن.. الذي لا يضاهيه في سموه ورفعته حلم.. أقاومك بضراوة، أقاوم تخليك عني بعنف أحياناً وبضعف أحياناً أخرى، أقاوم رغبتك في أن تتركني لأنه لا قُدرة لي على أن أتقبّل تركك إياي.. أصرخ في وجهك حيناً، وأبكي أمامك حيناً آخر ومخالب الذل تنهش أعماقي..
مصلوب أنت في قلبي.. فرجُلُ مثلك لا يموت بتقليدية، رجل مثلك يظل على رؤوس الأشهاد.. لا يُنسى ولا يرحل ولا يموت كباقي البشر..”
― أثير عبدالله, أحببتك أكثر مما ينبغي

“We are now as I wished we could be then.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“Everything's uglier close up," she said.
"Not you," I answered.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy who hankers after fame has no idea what fame is. The thing that gives our every move its meaning is always totally unknown to us.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“إن ألمنا الشخصي ليس بأثقل من الألم الذي نعانيه مع الآخر ومن أجل الآخر وفي مكان آخر؛ ألم يضاعفه الخيال وترجّعه مئات الأصداء.”
― Milan Kundera , The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“الناس يتمسّكون بالاعتقاد بأنه مهما كانت الأشياء في الماضي سيئة، فإنها أفضل من الأشياء الآن. وما كانت عليه قبل يومين هو أفضل مما كانت عليه حتى في الأمس القريب. وكلما أوغلتُ في الماضي، يُصبح العالم أجمل ومرغوباً أكثر”
― Paul Auster, In the Country of Last Things

“Physical love is unthinkable without violence.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.”
― Johnny Depp

“when we release our dark side, it will completely overshadow the best in us.”
― Paulo Coelho, Adultery

“I was quiet, but I was not blind.”
― Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“ماأصعب أن تنادي إمرأة بإسم آخرى على الرغم من أنها تكاد أن تُنادي كل رجال الدنيا باسمك”
― أثير عبد الله النشمي, أحببتك أكثر مما ينبغي

“being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women

“there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“تَجري الأيامُ سريعاً ..
أسرعً مما ينبغي .. ! .. ظننتُ بأننا سنكون في عُمرنا هذا معاً .. ! .. وطفلنا الصغير يلعب بيننا .. !! ..
لكني أجلس اليوم بجوارك , أندبُ أحلامي الحمقى ! ..غارقة في حُبي لك ..
ولا قدرة لي على انتشال بقايا أحلامي من بين حُطامك .. ! ..
أشعر وكأنك تخنقني بيدك القوية ياعزيز ! تخنقني وأنت تبكي حُباً .. ! ..

لا أدري لماذا تتركني عالقة بين السماءِ والأرض ! ..
لكني أدرك أنك تسكنُ أطرافي .. وبأنك ( عزيزُ ) كما كُنت ..

أحببتك أكثر مما ينبغي , وأحببتني أقل مما أستحق .. ! ..”
― أثير عبدالله, أحببتك أكثر مما ينبغي

“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more...”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.”
― Charles Bukowski

“purple does something strange to me”
― Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

“I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.”
― Charles Bukowski

“Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.”
― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible---
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.”
― charles bukowski

“Choosing a path meant having to miss out on others. She had a whole life to live, and she was always thinking that, in the future, she might regret the choices she made now. “I’m afraid of committing myself,” she thought to herself. She wanted to follow all possible paths and so ended up following none. Even in that most important area of her life, love, she had failed to commit herself. After her first romantic disappointment, she had never again given herself entirely. She feared pan, loss, and separation. These things were inevitable on the path to love, and the only way of avoiding them was by deciding not to take that path at all. In order not to suffer, you had to renounce love. It was like putting out your own eyes not to see the bad things in life.”
― Paulo Coelho, Brida