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“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“الحياء نوع من انواع الاناقة المفقودة . شئ من البهاء الغامض الذى ما عاد يُرى على وجوة الاناث .”
― أحلام مستغانمي, الأسود يليق بك

“الكبرياء أن تقول الأشياء في نصف كلمة ، ألاّ تكرّر . ألاّ تصرّ . أن لا يراك الآخر عاريًا أبدً ا . أن تحمي غموضك كما تحمي سرّك .”
― أحلام مستغانمي, الأسود يليق بك

“الحبّ هو اثنان يضحكان للأشياء نفسها، يحزنان في اللحظة نفسها، يشتعلان و ينطفئان معاً بعود كبريت واحد ، دون تنسيق أو اتّفاق”
― أحلام مستغانمي, الأسود يليق بك

“الحب هو ذكاء المسافة. ألّا تقترب كثيراً فتُلغي اللهفة، ولا تبتعد طويلًا فتُنسى. ألّا تضع حطبك دفعةً واحدةً في موقد من تُحب. أن تُبقيه مشتعلًا بتحريكك الحطب ليس أكثر، دون أن يلمح الآخر يدك المحرّكة لمشاعره ومسار قدره.”
― أحلام مستغانمي, الأسود يليق بك

“الحداد ليس في ما نرتديه بل في ما نراه . إنّه يكمن في نظرتنا
للأشياء . بإمكان عيون قلبنا أن تكون في حداد... ولا أحد يدري بذلك”
― أحلام مستغانمي, الأسود يليق بك

“لقد حررني الله فليس لأحد أن يأسرني”
― أحلام مستغانمي, com نسيان

“She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.”
― Kate Chopin, The Awakening

“She turned her face seaward to gather in an impression of space and solitude, which the vast expanse of water, meeting and melting with the moonlit sky, conveyed to her excited fancy. As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself.”
― Kate Chopin, The Awakening

“The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.”
― Kate Chopin, The Awakening

“I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control. ”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Hours

“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“نموت,
نموت مرة,كلما أبحر وجه احببناه .. بلا عودة ..
نموت مرة ,
كلما وعينا ضعفنا البشري أمام ارتحال سيكون ذات يوم ارتحالنا ..
نموت مرة ,
كلما شاهدنا حقيقة وجودنا داخل مرآة غياب إنسان كان من بعضنا ..
نموت أكثر من مرة , بأكثر من أسلوب خلال رحلة السباق الغبي تلك ...”
― غادة السمان, ختم الذاكرة بالشمع الأحمر

“لن أكون لك،
و كي أمعن في إيلامك
لن أكون لـسواك أيضاً!”
― غادة السمان, ختم الذاكرة بالشمع الأحمر

“الحياة جميلة، وأجمل ما فيها أننا لا نموت إلا لنحيا من جديد.”
― غادة السمان, ختم الذاكرة بالشمع الأحمر

“إني بحاجة إلى موعد مع ذاتي ..
ولن اخلف موعدي مع ذاتي بأي ثمن ،
فانا التي اخترت منذ البداية أن اخسر العالم كله على أمل أن اربح نفسي!”
― غادة السمان, ختم الذاكرة بالشمع الأحمر

“تمر بك أيام تشعر فيها بأن كل شيء يثقل على صدرك، الذين يحبونك و الذين يكرهونك و الذين يعرفونك و الذين لا يعرفونك. تشعر بالحاجة الى أن تكون وحيداً كغيمة. أن تعيد النظر في أشياء كثيرة. أن تعود الى ذاتك مشتاقاً لتنبشها و تواجهها بعد طول هجر. أن تفجر كل القنابل الموقوتة التي تسكنك.”
― غادة السمان

“Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.”
― Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time

“The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“She died--this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.”
― Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems

“I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive. I began to remember how it had been before; how there was that germ of positive creativeness. Character is fate; and damn, I'd better work on my character. I had been withdrawing into a retreat of numbness: it is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch one. But my honest self revolted at this, hated me for doing this. Sick with conflict, destructive negative emotions, frozen into disintegration I was, refusing to articulate, to spew forth these emotions - they festered in me, growing big, distorted, like pus-bloated sores. Small problems, mentions of someone else's felicity, evidence of someone else's talents, frightened me, making me react hollowly, fighting jealousy, envy, hate. Feeling myself fall apart, decay, rot, and the laurels wither and fall away, and my past sins and omissions strike me with full punishment and import. All this, all this foul, gangrenous, sludge ate away at my insides. Silent, insidious.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain... remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time. ”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath