Mona > Mona's Quotes

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
― Dr. Seuss

“Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.”
― Dr. Seuss

“She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.”
― Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins

“My library is an archive of longings.”
― Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

“I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.”
― Susan Sontag

“Depression is melancholy minus its charms.”
― Susan Sontag, Illness as Metaphor

“There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

“Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
― Dylan Thomas, In Country Sleep, and Other Poems

“Love is a rebellious bird,
that nobody can tame,
and you call him quite in vain,
if it suits him not to come.”
― Ludovic Halévy

“Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.”
― Daphne du Maurier

“الإيمان بحدوث الأعجايب هو إحساس ملازم لهؤلاء الذين يعيشيون حالة الفرار واليأس والخوف ولولا هذا الإيمان لفد الإنسان قدرته على الاستمرار ”
― إريش ماريا ريمارك, The Night in Lisbon

“ذكرياتنا ليست تحفة عاجية معروضة في متحف محكم ضد الغبار. بل حيوان يعيش ويلتهم ويهضم.. إنها كالتنين في الأساطير, تلتهم نفسها لأنها الطريق الوحيد الذي تستطيع من خلاله الاستمرار.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Night in Lisbon

“She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”
― Flannery O'Connor

“Adventure is just bad planning.”
― Roald Amundsen

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald

“We take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.”
― Cynthia Ozick

“And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.”
― George Gordon Byron

“There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.”
― Adrienne Rich

“Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest.”
― Herman Hesse

“I've always wanted to get as far as possible from the place where I was born. Far both geographically and spiritually. To leave it behind ... I feel that life is very short and the world is there to see and one should know as much about it as possible. One belongs to the whole world, not just one part of it.”
― Paul Bowles

“what matters most is how well you walk through the fire”
― Charles Bukowski

“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.”
― Carl Sagan

“I was wise enough never to grow up, while fooling people into believing I had.”
― Margaret Mead

“It's amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.”
― John Guare, Landscape of the Body

“Living in that childish wonder is a most beautiful feeling - I can so well remember it. There was always something more - behind and beyond everything - to me, the golden spectacles were very, very big.”
― Kate Greenaway

“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.”
― Louis L'Amour

“أمسِ انتهينا فلا كنّا ولا كان
يا صاحب الوعد خلِّ الوعد نسيانا
طاف النعاس على ماضيك وارتحلت
حدائق العمر بكياً فاهدأ الآن
كان الوداع ابتساماتٍ مبللة ً
بالدمع حيناً وبالتذكار أحيانا
حتى الهدايا وكانت كل ثروتنا
ليل الوداع نسيناها هدايانا
شريطُ شعر عبيقُ الضوع محرمةٌ
ونجمةٌ سقطت من غصن لقيانا
أسلمتها لرياح الأرض تحملها
حين الهبوب فما أدركت شطآنا”
― بشارة الخوري

“When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Plague of Doves