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“Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures.
No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Sometimes I close my eyes and paint these walls a different color. I imagine I’m wearing warm socks and sitting by a fire. I imagine someone’s given me a book to read, a story to take me away form the torture of my own mind. I want to be someone else somewhere else with something else to fill my mind. I want to run, to feel the wind tug at my hair. I want to pretend that this is just a story within a story. That this cell is just a scene, that these hands don’t belong to me, that this window leads to somewhere beautiful if only I could break it. I pretend this pillow is clean, I pretend this bed is soft. I pretend and pretend and pretend until the world becomes so breathtaking behind my eyelids that I can no longer contain it. But then my eyes fly open and I’m caught around the throat by a pair of hands that won’t stop suffocating suffocating suffocating. My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound. My mind, I hope, will soon be found.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Destroy Me

“بدأت أتعب من المخلوقات، أريدُ جمال الخالق.
لكن حين أتطلع هناك، أرى نفسي.
وحين أتطلع إلى نفسي، أرى ذلك الجمال.”
― جلال الدين الرومي

“ان تكن تبحث عن مسكن الروح فأنت روح
وان تكن تفتش عن قطعة خبز فأنت الخبز
وان تستطع ادراك هذه الفكرة الدقيقة فسوف تفهم
ان كل ما تبحث عنه هو أنت”
― جلال الدين الرومى, رباعيات جلال الدين الرومي

“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”
― Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters

“إن رغبتي في إتقان ماأقوم به من عمل لم تعن، قط، رغبتي في التفوق على أي إنسان آخر. وكنت، ولا أزال، أرى أن هذا العالم يتسع لكل الناجحين بالغا مابلغ عددهم. كنت، ولا أزال، أرى أن أي نجاح لا يتحقق إلا بفشل الأخرينهو، في حقيقته، هزيمة ترتدي ثياب النصر”
― غازي القصيبي, حياة في الإدارة

“There were plenty of women around who dressed smartly, and plenty more who dressed to impress, but this girl was different. Totally different. She wore her clothing with such utter naturalness and grace that she could have been a bird that had wrapped itself in a special wind as it made ready to fly off to another world. He had never seen a woman who wore her clothes with such apparent joy. And the clothes themselves looked as if, in being draped on her body, they had won new life for themselves.”
― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories

“Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.”
― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

“Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.”
― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

“She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.”
― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman