Bashayr Alfuhaid > Bashayr's Quotes

“كنت أريد أن يشعر المصريين بوجودهم وألا يموتوا بهذه الكثافة, لقد ماتوا وهم يحفرون القناة وماتوا في حرب عرابي وماتوا في الفياضانات والأوبئة والكوارث, ولا أحد يهتم بموتهم لأنهم يتحولون من شخصيات الي أرقام, لا مصائر للأرقام, ولا دية لها, ولا حتي وقفة عابرة للرثاء.”
― محمد المنسي قنديل, يوم غائم في البر الغربي

“There's enough grief in this world without always getting into whose fault it is.”
― Lisa Samson, Hollywood Nobody

“أنتِ إن تؤمني بحبي كفاني
لا غرامي ولا جمالكِ فاني
أجدب الوجد خاطري وجناني
وأجف النوى دمي ولساني
فتعالي روي الظمى
في عيوني وجنوني
بقطرة من حنانِ
لكأن النعيم ما تبعثاني
وكأن الرميم ما تنشراني
وكأني محلقٌ بفضاءٍ
ومطل بما على الأكواني
مستعز بما منحتي قليل
أنه الكون كله في بناني”
― إبراهيم ناجي

“كلام الجرائد لا ينفع يا بني ، فهم أولئك الذين يكتبون في الجرائد يجلسون في مقاعد مريحة وفي غرف واسعة فيها صور وفيها مدفأة ثم يكتبون عن فلسطين وعن حرب فلسطين، وهم لم يسمعوا طلقة واحدة في حياتهم كلها، ولو سمعوا اذن، لهربوا الى حيث لا ادري. يا بني فلسطين ضاعت لسبب بسيط جداً، كانوا يريدون منا -نحن الجنود- أن نتصرف على طريقة واحدة، أن ننهض إذا قالوا انهض، و أن ننام إذا قالوا نم، و أن نتحمس ساعة يريدون منا أن نتحمس، و أن نهرب ساعة يريدوننا أن نهرب.. وهكذا إلى أن وقعت المأساة، و هم أنفسهم لا يعرفون متى وقعت!”
― غسان كنفاني, أرض البرتقال الحزين

“مع الزمن, يتحول الالم الى حزن, و يتحول الحزن الى صمت, و يتحول الصمت الى وحدة ضخمة و شاسعة كالمحيطات المظلمة.”
― جلال الدين الرومي

“إننا دائماً نعطي الآخرين صفاتنا و ننظر إليهم من خلال مضيق من آرائنا و تفكيرنا ، نريدهم أن يكونوا " نحن " ما وسعنا ذلك . .
نريد أن نحشرهم في جلودنا ، أن نعطيهم عيوننا كي ينظروا بها ، و أن نُلبسهم ماضينا و طريقتنا في مواجهة الحياة . . و نضعهم داخل أطرٍ يرسمها فهمنا الحالي للزمان و المكان . .”
― غسان كنفاني, موت سرير رقم 12

“Perhaps, the problem is not the intensity of your love, but the quality of the people you are loving.”
― Warsan Shire

“all those nights with the phone warming the side of my face like the sun. you made jokes and sure, i may have even laughed a little but mostly you were not funny. mostly you were beautiful. mostly you were unremarkable, even your mediocrity was unremarkable. when friends would ask ‘what do you like about him?” i would think of you holding a bouquet against the denim of your shirt. i mean, you had my face as your screensaver for gods sake, do you know what that does for the self-esteem of girl with an apparition for a father?

hey, do you remember the quiet between us in all those restaurants? all the other couples engrossed in deep conversation and us, as quiet as a closed mouth.

that one afternoon when i asked ‘why do you love me?’ and you replied as quick as a toin coss ‘because you’re mad, because you’re crazy’ and i said ‘why else?’ and you said ‘that mouth, i love that mouth’ and i collapsed into myself like a sheet right out of the dryer.

you clean, beautiful, unremarkable boy, raised by a pleasant mother, was i just a riot you loved to watch up close? there were times i picked arguments just so that we could have something to talk about.

last week, i walked through the part of the city i loved when i still loved you, our old haunts. you know, even the ghosts have moved on.”
― Warsan Shire

“We emotionally manipulated each other until we thought it was love.”
― Warsan Shire

“You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do, love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
― Warsan Shire

“And were you being good to yourself?
i don’t think so. but, i forgive you, girl, who tallied stretch marks into reasons why no one should get close. i forgive you, silly girl, sweet breath, decent by default. i forgive you for being afraid. did everything betray you? even the rain you love so much made rust out of your jewelry? i forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. i see you, tender even on your hardest days. i forgive you, waiting for him to call, i forgive you, the diets and the cruel friends. especially for that one time you said ‘i fucking give up on love, it’s not worth it, i’d rather be alone forever’. you were just pretending, weren’t you? i know you didn’t mean that. your body, your mouth, your heart, made specifically for loving. sometimes the things we love, will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway? i forgive you for being something that will eventually die. perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist.”
― Warsan Shire

“Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.”
― Thomas Mann, Death in Venice and Other Tales

“Whatever relationships you have attracted in your life at this moment, are precisely the ones you need in your life at this moment. There is a hidden meaning behind all events, and this hidden meaning is serving your own evolution.”
― Deepak Chopra

“Ask not of things to shed their veils. Unveil yourselves, and things will be unveiled.”
― Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The strange story of a monastery which was once called The Ark

“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.”
― Jiddu Krishnamurti

“Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.”
― Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love

“Democracy extends the sphere of individual freedom, socialism restricts it. Democracy attaches all possible value to each man; socialism makes each man a mere agent, a mere number. Democracy and socialism have nothing in common but one word: equality. But notice the difference: while democracy seeks equality in liberty, socialism seeks equality in restraint and servitude.”
― Alexis de Tocqueville

“There are two kind of men,' said Ka, in a didatic voice. 'The first kind does not fall in love until he's seen how the girls eats a sandwich, how she combs her hair, what sort of nonsense she cares about, why she's angry at her father, and what sort of stories people tell about her. The second type of man -- and I am in this category -- can fall in love with a woman only if he knows next to nothing about her.”
― Orhan Pamuk, Snow

“The starting point of all achievement is DESIRE. Keep this constantly in mind. Weak desire brings weak results, just as a small fire makes a small amount of heat.”
― Napoleon Hill, Think and Grow Rich

“Historians are to nationalism what poppy-growers in Pakistan are to heroin-addicts: we supply the essential raw material for the market.”
― Eric Hobsbawn

“لا أعرف ما الخطوات التي سأمشيها لا أعرف ما نوع الحقيقة الذي أبحث عنه - أعرف فقط أن عدم معرفتها أمر لا يحتمل بالنسبة لي ”
― جوزيه ساراماجو, كتاب الرسم والخط

“Do not read as children do to enjoy themselves, or, as the ambitious do to educate themselves. No, read to live.”
― Gustave Flaubert

“Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

“All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“كنت أسمع اسمي ولا أري نفسي،
كنت منشغلا بنفسي، لكني أبدا لم أكن مستحقا لها
وحين كان و خرجت من نفسي....
وجدت.. نـفسـي”
― جلال الدين الرومي

“(ليس لكل أحد أن يكون محبوباً، لأن المحبوب يحتاج إلى صفات وفضائل، لا يرزقها كل إنسان، ولكن لكل أحد أن يأخذ نصيبه في الحب وينعم به، فإذا فاتك أيها القارئ العزيز أن تكون محبوباً، فلا يفتك يا عزيزي أن تكون محباً، إن لم يكن من حظك أن تكون يوسف، فمن يمنعك من أن تكون يعقوب؟ وما الذي يحول بينك وبين أن تكون صادق الحب دائم الحنين؟)”
― جلال الدين الرومي

“It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”
― Oriah Mountain Dreamer

“Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward and make your dreams come true.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Dreams are the touchstones of our characters.”
― Henry David Thoreau