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  • #1
    توفيق الحكيم
    “المتحجبة بالحجاب الكثيف الذي يُخفي وجهها و كفيها و يغطي جميع شخصها قائلة إنها تخشي الفتنة .. مما يدل علي الضعف و العجز و الشك في قدرتها علي حماية نفسها بقوة شخصيتها و متانة دينها و سلامة أخلاقها .. خصوصاً و قد أباح الإسلام للمسلمة أن تكشف عن وجهها و كفيها .. و الله تعالي يقول في قرآنه الكريم "قل يأهل الكتاب لا تغلوا في دينكم غير الحق" المائدة 77 .. و الغلو و التظاهر ليسا من صفات الإسلام .. و لقد قال عمر ابن الخطاب لمن رآه يلتقط من الطريق لوزة و يصيح بها "من ضاعت له لوزة?" فقال له "كلها يا صاحب الورع الكاذب". و كذلك يجب أن نقول للمرأة ذات الحجاب الكثيف : "اكشفي عن وجهك و كفيك كما أحل الدين يا صاحبة العفة الكاذبة”
    توفيق الحكيم, في الوقت الضائع

  • #2
    Norman Mailer
    “On the other hand, I am not a liberal. The notion that man is a rational creature who arrives at reasonable solutions to knotty problems is much in doubt as far as I’m concerned. Liberalism depends all too much on having an optimistic view of human nature. But the history of the 20th century has not exactly fortified that notion. Moreover, liberalism also depends too much upon reason rather than any appreciation of mystery. If you start to talk about God with the average good liberal, he looks at you as if you are more than a little off. In that sense, since I happen to be—I hate to use the word religious, there are so many heavy dull connotations, so many pious self-seeking aspects—but I do believe there is a Creator who is active in human affairs and is endangered. I also believe there is a Devil who is equally active in our existence (and is all too often successful). So, I can hardly be a liberal. God is bad enough for them, but talk about the devil, and the liberal’s mind is blown. He is consorting with a fellow who is irrational if not insane. That is the end of real conversation.”
    Norman Mailer

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #4
    Andrea Gibson
    “I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society.”
    Andrea Gibson

  • #5
    Andrea Gibson
    “I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mothers joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you've been unkind. Tell me all the ways you've been cruel.Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? And for all the times you've knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you've asked come true? And if they didn't did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who[m]? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment, will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds. And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted to you could pop—but you never would because you’d never want it to stop.”
    Andrea Gibson

  • #6
    Geoffrey Chaucer
    “What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.”
    Geoffrey Chaucer

  • #7
    Geoffrey Chaucer
    “And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.”
    Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales

  • #8
    Umberto Eco
    “Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected to inquiry. When we consider a book, we mustn't ask ourselves what it says but what it means...”
    Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

  • #9
    Umberto Eco
    “Fear prophets, Adso, and those prepared to die for the truth, for as a rule they make many others die with them, often before them, at times instead of them.”
    Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

  • #10
    Umberto Eco
    كان رجال العهود الغابرة وسيمي الطلعة طويلي القامة و الآن أصبحوا أطفالاً و أقزاماً وليس هذا إلا دليلاً من جملة أدلة أخرى كثيرة تشهد بتعاسة عالم يسير نحو الهرم
    Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

  • #11
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “The Nausea has not left me and I don't believe it will leave me so soon; but I no longer have to bear it, it is no longer an illness or a passing fit: it is I.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #12
    Elif Shafak
    “One night, a group of moths gathered on a shelf watching a burning candle. Puzzled by the nature of the light, they sent one of their members to go and check on it. The scouting moth circled the candle several times and came back with a description: The light was bright. Then a second moth went to examine it. He, too, came back with an observation: The light was hot. Finally a third moth volunteered to go. When he approached the candle he didn't stop like his friends had done, but flew straight into the flame. He was consumed there and then, and only he understood the nature of the light.”
    Elif Shafak, Siyah Süt

  • #13
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “I mistrust all systematizers and avoid them. the will to a system is a lack of integrity.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols



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