Mohammad Hegazy > Mohammad's Quotes

“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”
― Narcotics Anonymous

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

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“أتمنى أن أبكي و أرتجف , التصق بواحد من الكبار , لكن الحقيقة القاسية هي أنك الكبار! .. أنت من يجب أن يمنح القوة و الأمن للآخرين!”
― أحمد خالد توفيق

“ساعات بنضطر نعمل غلطات صغيره نصلّح بيها غلطات اكبر”
― أحمد مراد, تراب الماس

“Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility.”
― Sigmund Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents

“Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.”
― Charlotte Bronte

“Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future.”
― Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

“True freedom is impossible without a mind made free by discipline.”
― Mortimer J. Adler, How to Read a Book: The Classic Guide to Intelligent Reading

“What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“أفضل أن أكون غريبة الأطوار علي أن أكون دمية بيد أحدهم”
― شيرين هنائي, صندوق الدمى

“هل سألت نفسك يوما أثناء بحثك على الانترنت عن معلومة ما ، هل كل المعروض أمامك في صفحات نتائج البحث هي كل المعلومات المتوافرة حقا على الانترنت أم ان هناك من يصدر لك معلومة و يحجب ما دونها؟”
― شيرين هنائي, صندوق الدمى

“نصف البشر يقضون أعمارهم دون أن يعرفوا عن أنفسهم شيئاً و النصف الآخر يقضي عمره في إنكار حقيقته و الهروب منها ...”
― محمد سليمان عبد المالك

“إن الأمور لا تتحسن مع الوقت بل نحن الذين نعتاد سُوأَها.”
― عزالدين شكري فشير, باب الخروج: رسالة علي المفعمة ببهجة غير متوقعة

“غيري يكتب كما يتكلم ، و أنا أكتب كما ألتزم الصمت”
― أمين معلوف, Balthasar's Odyssey

“لقد علمتني حياة الكتابة أن أرتاب من الكلمات ، فأكثرها شفافية غالبا ً مايكون أكثرها خيانة "

الهويات القاتلة لأمين معلوف )”
― أمين معلوف

“وحدها المرارة كفيلة بهزيمة الإنسان”
― أمين معلوف, The First Century After Beatrice

“أنتِ محقّة يا أدريانا
أنا حثالة
أنا من السفلة
أنا قاتل
وفي زمن الحرب .. تحتاج الأمة إلى حثالتها
تحتاج إلى أوباشها .. إلى قتلتها
تحتاج إلى الذين يلطخون أيديهم لكي تبقى يداكِ نظيفتان”
― أمين معلوف, الأم أدريانا

“كلّما شعر المهاجر بأن ثقافته الأصلية محترمة، انفتح أكثر على ثقافة البلد المضيف”
― أمين معلوف

“لو رأيت على شجرة الخوخ هذه برعمًا مزهرًا وقلت: "تلك خوخة" فهل أكون قد كذبت؟ كلا ثم كلا، إني أكون ببساطة قد استبقت الحقيقة بفصل واحد”
― أمين معلوف, The Gardens of Light

“حين يصبح الإيمان حقوداً ، بورك الذين يشككون !”
― أمين معلوف, Balthasar's Odyssey

“لأنَّ لهم دين، يظُّنون أنهم مُعفوْن من أن تكون لهم أخلاق.”
― أمين معلوف

“قانون الأكثرية ليس دائمًا مرادفًا للديمقراطية والحرية والمساواة بل هو أحيانًا مرادف للطغيان والاستعبدا والتمييز العنصري .. وعندما تعاني إحدى الأقليات من القمع، لا يحررها الاقتراع العام بالضرورة بل قد يضيق عليها الخناق”
― أمين معلوف, In the Name of Identity: Violence and the Need to Belong

“لا أصعب من أن تبدأ الكتابة في العمر الذي يكون فيه الآخرون قد انتهوا من قول كل شيء”
― أحلام مستغانمي, ذاكرة الجسد

“أنا لست "الجميع" يا سيدي!
ثم . . . اما أن ذوقي يختلف عن ذوق الآخرين . . . وأما أنّي صريحة أكثر من اللزوم!”
― كوليت خوري

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“I would die for you. But I won't live for you.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint

And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower