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“Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, Chaos is being yourself.”
― Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay

“After all this time?"
"Always...”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
― Danielle LaPorte

“أن الرجل يعتبر جسمه كما لو كان كائنا مستقلا يتصل مع العالم اتصلا حرا خاضعا لا رادته هو .. بينما يعتبر جسم المرأة حافلا بالقيود التي تعرقل حركة صاحبته . ألم يقل أفلاطون : "الأنثى هي أنثى بسبب نقص في الصفات"
أن الإنسانية في عرف الرجل شيء مذكر فهو يعتبر نفسه يمثل الجنس الإنساني الحقيقي .. أما المرأة فهي تمثل الجنس " الآخر”
― سيمون دي بوفوار, الجنس الآخر

“Man is defined as a human being and a woman as a female — whenever she behaves as a human being she is said to imitate the male.”
― Simone de Beauvoir

“كففت عن أن أقيم مع أي كائن بشري أي تفاهم حقيقي!
لم يكن من بين أصدقائي من كان يتقبلني دون تحفظ، وما كان ينفّرهم مني هو ما عندي من عناد؛ رفضي لهذه الحياة العادية التي كانوا يُقرونها بصورة أو بأخرى، وجهودي العبثية للخروج منها. وحاولت أن ألتمس السبب "أنني لست كالآخرين"، رغم أني لم أقتنع، فإذا انفصلت عن الآخرين انقطع ما بيني وما بين العالم من صلة، وأصبح العالم مشهداً لا يعنيني.
لقد زهدت على التوالي بالمجد والسعادة وخدمة الناس، والآن لا أهتم حتى بأن أعيش، وكنت أفقد أحياناً حسّ الواقع، فلا تبدو الشوارع والسيارات والمارة في نظري إلا موكباً من المظاهر، كان وجودي بينها يرفرف بلا اسم.
وكان يناسبني أن أعتبر نفسي مجنونة، والحق أن المسافة لم تكن طويلة بين وحدة قاتلة كالتي أعيشها، وبين الجنون.. لقد كانت لي أسباب وجيهة في أن أضيع؛ إنني منذ عامين أتخبط في شركٍ لا أجد له مخرجاً.. وانتهى بي الأمر إلى الدوار. كنت أخدع خيبتي إذ أؤكد لنفسي أنني سأمتلك ذات يوم كل شيء، وأن ليس ثمة شيء يستحق أي اهتمام.
هكذا كنت أتخبط في هذه التناقضات وكنت على الأخص في صحةٍ جيدة وشباب طافح، وكانت هذه الحيوية التي لم أكن أفرغها تتسلسل في تيارات لا تُجدي، تملأ عقلي وقلبي.”
― سيمون دي بوفوار

“لا يمكننا أن نقارن بين الأنثى والذكر في النوع البشري إلا من الزاوية الإنسانية ولا يُعرف الإنسان إلا بأنه كائن غير معطى وأنه يصنع نفسه بنفسه ويقرر ما هو عليه”
― سيمون دي بوفوار, الجنس الآخر

“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, am fluent in silence.”
― R. Arnold

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

“قلت لكم مرارا
إن الطوابير التي تمر..
في استعراض عيد الفطر والجلاء
(فتهتف النساء في النوافذ انبهارا)
لا تصنع انتصارا.

إن المدافع التي تصطف على الحدود، في الصحارى
لا تطلق النيران.. إلا حين تستدير للوراء.
إن الرصاصة التي ندفع فيها.. ثمن الكسرة والدواء:
لا تقتل الأعداء
لكنها تقتلنا.. إذا رفعنا صوتنا جهارا
تقتلنا، وتقتل الصغارا !”
― أمل دنقل , تعليق على ما حدث

“A Man Said to the Universe

A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
― Stephen Crane, War Is Kind and Other Poems

“There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen.”
― Rumi

“This world
hurts
my head
with its answers.
I would burn if I had a choice.”
― Rumi

“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That's fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein

“But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.”
― Albert Camus

“When in doubt, go to the library.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

“Do you hate people?”

“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
― Charles Bukowski, Barfly

“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
― Charles Bukowski

“Some lose all mind and become soul,insane.
some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual.
some lose both and become accepted”
― Charles Bukowski

“unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.”
― Charles Bukowski

“I often carry things to read
so that I will not have to look at
the people.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

“The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don't have to waste your time voting”
― Bukowski C.

“I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.”
― Charles Bukowski

“The more crap you believe, the better off you are.”
― Charles Bukowski

“people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.”
― Charles Bukowski, Pulp: Charles Bukowski's Final Hardboiled Noir Comedy – Lady Death, Aliens, and the Absurd

“It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

“I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?”
― Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

“As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a girl miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and esthetic ideals? It’s all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?”
― Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair