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“على قدر حلمك تتسع الأرض”
― محمود درويش

“لم تذهب يوما الى اعراس القريه ولكنها اول من يذهب الى جنازة في القريه والقرى المجاوره .عاجزة عن الفرح قادرة على البكاء ..وبارعة في السخرية”
― محمود درويش, يوميات الحزن العادي

“لا أحنُّ إلى أي شيء
فلا أمس يمضي ولا الغد يأتي
ولا حاضري يتقدَّم لا شيء يحدث لي!
ليتني حجر”
― محمود درويش, أثر الفراشة

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

“الحنين ندبة في القلب ، و بصمة بلد على جسد . لكن لا أحد يحن إلى جرحه ، لا أحد يحن إلى وجع أو كابوس، بل يحن إلى ماقبله, إلى زمان لا ألم فيه سوى ألم الملذات الأولى التي تذوّب الوقت كقطعة سكر في فنجان شاي”
― محمود درويش, في حضرة الغياب

“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours”
― Kinky Friedman

“there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too, common yet royal, vulgar yet processional, sacred yet profane. Each sentence we produce, whether we know it or not, is a mongrel mouthful of Chaucerian, Shakespearean, Miltonic, Johnsonian, Dickensian and American. Military, naval, legal, corporate, criminal, jazz, rap and ghetto discourses are mingled at every turn. The French language, like Paris, has attempted, through its Academy, to retain its purity, to fight the advancing tides of Franglais and international prefabrication. English, by comparison, is a shameless whore.”
― Stephen Fry, The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within

“Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“فبعضي لديّ وبعضي لديك .. وبعضي مُشتاق لبعضي .. فهلّا أتيت ؟”
― محمود درويش