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“نحن لا نفقد سوى مانخشى فقده لأننا عادة لا نشعر بفقدان مالا يشكل لنا أهمية تذكر”
― أثير عبدالله, أحببتك أكثر مما ينبغي

“ السعادة ماهي إلا فاصل زمني يفصل الحزن عن الحزن الآخر ”
― أثير عبدالله النشمي, في ديسمبر تنتهي كل الأحلام

“أحببته لدرجة أخافته!.. لم يكن قادراً على ضمك لقائمة نسائه ولم يتمكن من الابتعاد عنك.. أحبك لدرجة أنه كان يخشى عليك من نفسه.. كما كان يخشى منك في الوقت ذاته..”
― أثير عبدالله, أحببتك أكثر مما ينبغي

“كنت شامخاً.. وسيماً .. لطيفاً .. و حنوناً إلى حد مؤلم!”
― أثير عبدالله, أحببتك أكثر مما ينبغي

“أنت أقوى مما تدعين ، أكثر صلابة مما تظهرين .. فبرغم نعومتك ورقتك وسهولة خدشك إلا أنك فتاة شامخة ..قوية..ذات جذور عميقة وعتيقة ، وفتاة أصيلة ،تزأر حينما تهان .. وتكبر حينما يحاول كائن من كان تحجميها أو تهميشها”
― أثير عبدالله النشمي, فلتغفري

“The want for that kiss had shocked him more than the interruption, and he fell back into the chair, cool and nonchalant as Quen came in with his questions and demands. He wasn't sure if he believed he'd really helped, but one thing was very clear. He wanted that again, that feeling of standing with her against all odds and succeeding. He wanted it so bad, he was going to risk destroying everything he and his father had worked for. He should walk away. Right now. But as she was ushered out the door under David's arm, all he wanted to do was follow her. What the hell was he doing, falling in love with a demon?”
― Kim Harrison, A Perfect Blood

“if i had to choose between breathing or loving you, i would say 'i love you' with my last breath”
― Shannon Dermott, Waiting for Mercy

“She loved him. But he didn’t know how to love.
He could talk about love. He could see love and feel love. But he couldn’t give love.
He could make love. But he couldn’t make promises.
She had desperately wanted his promises.
She wanted his heart, knew she couldn’t have it so she took what she could get.
Temporary bliss. Passionate highs and lows. Withdrawal and manipulation.
He only stayed long enough to take what he needed and keep moving.
If he stopped moving, he would self-destruct.
If he stopped wandering, he would have to face himself.
He chose to stay in the dark where he couldn’t see.
If he exposed himself and the sun came out, he’d see his shadow.
He was deathly afraid of his shadow.
She saw his shadow, loved it, understood it. Saw potential in it.
She thought her love would change him.
He pushed and he pulled, tested boundaries, thinking she would never leave.
He knew he was hurting her, but didn’t know how to share anything but pain.
He was only comfortable in chaos. Claiming souls before they could claim him.
Her love, her body, she had given to him and he’d taken with such feigned sincerity, absorbing every drop of her.
His dark heart concealed.
She’d let him enter her spirit and stroke her soul where everything is love and sensation and surrender.
Wide open, exposed to deception.
It had never occurred to her that this desire was not love.
It was blinding the way she wanted him.
She couldn’t see what was really happening, only what she wanted to happen.
She suspected that he would always seek to minimize the risk of being split open, his secrets revealed.
He valued his soul’s privacy far more than he valued the intimacy of sincere connection so he kept his distance at any and all costs.
Intimacy would lead to his undoing—in his mind, an irrational and indulgent mistake.
When she discovered his indiscretions, she threw love in his face and beat him with it.
Somewhere deep down, in her labyrinth, her intricacy, the darkest part of her soul, she relished the mayhem.
She felt a sense of privilege for having such passion in her life.
He stirred her core.
The place she dared not enter.
The place she could not stir for herself.
But something wasn’t right.
His eyes were cold and dark.
His energy, unaffected.
He laughed at her and her antics, told her she was a mess.
Frantic, she looked for love hiding in his eyes, in his face, in his stance, and she found nothing but disdain.
And her heart stopped.”
― G.G. Renee Hill, The Beautiful Disruption

“بُلينا بقوم يظنون أن الله لم يهد سواهم.”
― ابن سينا

“But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

“Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.


I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.”
― Jack Gilbert

“Women are never so strong as after their defeat.”
― Alexandre Dumas, Queen Margot

“You think I don’t know pain?” Puck shook his head at me. “Or loss? I’ve been around a lot longer than you, prince! I know what love is, and I’ve lost
my fair share, too. Just because we have a different way of handling it, doesn’t mean I don’t have scars of my own.”
“Name one,” I scoffed. “Give me one instance where you haven’t—”
“Meghan Chase!” Puck roared, startling me into silence. I blinked, and he sneered at me. “Yeah, your highness. I know what loss is. I’ve loved that
girl since before she knew me. But I waited. I waited because I didn’t want to lie about who I was. I wanted her to know the truth before anything else.
So I waited, and I did my job. For years, I protected her, biding my time, until the day she went into the Nevernever after her brother. And then you
came along. And I saw how she looked at you. And for the first time, I wanted to kill you as much as you wanted to kill me.”
― Julie Kagawa

“their heart grew cold
they let their wings down”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

“A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“أخفيتُ حبَّكمُ فأخفاني أسى ً حتى ، لعَمري، كِدتُ عني أختَفي”
― ابن الفارض

“قلْبي يُحدّثُني بأنّكَ مُتلِفي،
روحي فداكَ عرفتَ أمْ لمْ تعرفِ
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لم أقضِ حقَّ هَوَاكَ إن كُنتُ الذي..
لم أقضِ فيهِ أسى،ومِثلي مَن يَفي”
― ابن الفارض

“ﻭﺇﻥ ﺍﻛﺘﻔﻰ ﻏَﻴﺮﻱ ﺑِﻄﻴﻒِ ﺧَﻴﺎﻟِﻪِ، ﻓﺄﻧﺎ ﺍﻟَّﺬﻱ ﺑﻮﺻﺎﻟﻪِ ﻻ ﺃﻛﺘﻔﻲ ”
― ابن الفارض

“زدني بفرطِ الحبِّ فيكَ تحيُّراً .. وارحمْ حشى ً بلظي هواكَ تسعَّراً
وإذا سألتكَ أنْ أراكَ حقيقة ً.. فاسمَحْ، ولا تجعلْ جوابي: لن تَرَى
يا قلبُ!أنتَ وعدتَني في حُبّهمْ.. صبراً فحاذرْ أنْ تضيقَ وتضجرا
إنّ الغَرامَ هوَ الحَياة ، فَمُتْ بِهِ .. صَبّاً، فحقّكَ أن تَموتَ، وتُعذَرَا”
― ابن الفارض, ديوان ابن الفارض

“إن أنكر العشاق فيك صبابتي
فأنا الهوى وابن الهوى وأخيه”
― ابن الفارض, ديوان ابن الفارض

“وكفى غراماً أنْ أبيتَ مُتيَّماً، *** شوقي أمَاميَ والقضاءُ وَرَائي”
― ابن الفارض

“ولَـوْلا زفيري أغْـرَقَتْنيَ أدمُعي، ولولا دُموعي أحْــرَقَتْنيَ زَفرتي”
― ابن الفارض, ديوان ابن الفارض

“قـلـبي يُـحدثُني بأنك مُـتلفي
روحـي فِداك ، عرَفت أم لم تعرفِ
لم أقضِ حق هواكَ إن كنتَ الذي
لـم أقـض فيه أسى ومثلي مَن يفي
مـا لي سوى روحي وباذلُ نفسه
فـي حب من يهواه ليس بمسرفِ
فـلئن رضـيتَ بها فقد أسعفتني
يـا خيبة المسعى إذا لم تسعفِ !
يـامانعي طـيب المنام ومانحي
ثـوب الـسقام بـه ووَجدي المتلفِ
عـطفا على رمَقي وما أبقيتَ لي
من جسمي المضنى وقـلبي المُدنفِِ
فـالوجد بـاقٍ والوصال مماطلي
والـصبر فانٍ والـلقاء مسوِّفي
لم أخلُ من حسدٍ عليكَ فلا تُضِع
سهَري بتشنيع الخيالِ المُرجِفِ
واسأل نجوم الليل هل زار الكرى
جَـفني وكيف يزور من لم يعرفِ
لا غـرو إن شحّت بغمضٍ جفونها
عـيني وسـحّت بالدموع الذرّفِ
وبما جرى في موقف التوديع من
ألـم النوى شاهدتُ هول الموقفِ
إن لم يكن وصـلٌ لديكَ فعِد به
أملي وماطل إن وعدتَ ولا تفي
فـالمطلُ منك لديَّ إن عزَّ الوفا
يـخلو كـوصلٍ من حبيبٍ مسعفِ”
― ابن الفارض

“يا خالق كل شئ ناقص .. كمالته معاك
يا شايل م الحاجات حتة .. بنترجاك
بحق المشهد الكامل
و اسمك اللى أنا عرفته
تسيب اللى يكفينا
و تكفينا بما سبته
ما تحوجناش
لجاى مجاش
و ترضينا بما جبته”
― مصطفى إبراهيم, المانيفستو

“لا تجزع من جرحك، وإلا فكيف للنور أن يتسلل إلى باطنك؟”
― جلال الدين الرومي

“ما تبحث عنه يبحث عنك”
― جلال الدين الرومي

“فالعاشق لا يعرف اليأس أبدا .. وللقلب المغرم كل الأشياء ممكنة .”
― جلال الدين الرومي

“هكذا أود أن أموت

في العشق الذي أكنه لك.



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تذوب في ضوء الشمس.”
― جلال الدين الرومي

“الوداع لا يقع إلا لمن يعشق بعينيه أما ذاك الذي يحب "بروحه" وقلبه فلا ثمة انفصال "أبدا".”
― جلال الدين الرومي