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  • #1
    أثير عبدالله النشمي
    “مكسور أنا " كعادتك" ،
    قاسيه أنتِ " كعادتي”
    أثير عبدالله النشمي, فلتغفري

  • #2
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #3
    Albert Einstein
    “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #4
    Frank Zappa
    “So many books, so little time.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #5
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #6
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
    Mahatma Gandhi

  • #7
    David Almond
    “Look at all the life in this," she said. "Every pip could become a tree, and every tree could bear another hundred fruits and every fruit could bear another hundred trees. And so on to infinity."
    I picked the picks from my tongue with my fingers.
    "Just imagine," she said. "If every seed grew, there'd be no room in the world for anything but pomegranate trees.”
    David Almond, Skellig

  • #8
    Ta-Nehisi Coates
    “But race is the child of racism, not the father.”
    Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me

  • #9
    I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
    “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #10
    Edmond Rostand
    “Un baiser, mais à tout prendre, qu'est-ce?
    Un serment fait d'un peu plus près, une promesse
    Plus précise, un aveu qui peut se confirmer,
    Un point rose qu'on met sur l'i du verbe aimer;
    C'est un secret qui prend la bouche pour oreille,
    Un instant d'infini qui fait un bruit d'abeille,
    Une communion ayant un goût de fleur,
    Une façon d'un peu se respirer le coeur,
    Et d'un peu se goûter au bord des lèvres, l'âme!”
    Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

  • #11
    James Joyce
    “Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed. He tried to bid his tongue speak that he might seem at ease, watching her as she undid her gown, noting the proud conscious movements of her perfumed head.

    As he stood silent in the middle of the room she came over to him and embraced him gaily and gravely. Her round arms held him firmly to her and he, seeing her face lifted to him in serious calm and feeling the warm calm rise and fall of her breast, all but burst into hysterical weeping. Tears of joy and relief shone in his delighted eyes and his lips parted though they would not speak.

    She passed her tinkling hand through his hair, calling him a little rascal.

    —Give me a kiss, she said.

    His lips would not bend to kiss her. He wanted to be held firmly in her arms, to be caressed slowly, slowly, slowly. In her arms he felt that he had suddenly become strong and fearless and sure of himself. But his lips would not bend to kiss her.

    With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined her lips to his and he read the meaning of her movements in her frank uplifted eyes. It was too much for him. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour.”
    James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

  • #12
    غادة السمان
    “كأني مت
    كأنك كنت حقاً من بعضي
    وحين قتلتك في نفسي
    لم أكن أدري أني انتحرت”
    غادة السمان, أعلنت عليك الحب

  • #13
    غادة السمان
    “قبلك كنت أنام جيدا
    معك صرت أحلم جيدا
    قبلك كنت أثمل وأشرب
    معك صرت أثمل ولا أشرب”
    غادة السمان, أعلنت عليك الحب

  • #14
    Kahlil Gibran
    “I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.”
    Kahlil Gibran, The Madman

  • #15
    Michel Houellebecq
    “The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.”
    Michel Houellebecq

  • #16
    Hermann Hesse
    “When I have neither pleasure nor pain and have been breathing for a while the lukewarm insipid air of these so called good and tolerable days, I feel so bad in my childish soul that I smash my moldering lyre of thanksgiving in the face of the slumbering god of contentment and would rather feel the very devil burn in me than this warmth of a well-heated room. A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse, perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to commit outrages, to pull off the wigs of a few revered idols...”
    Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

  • #17
    Peter Kreeft
    “The most total opposite of pleasure is not pain but boredom, for we are willing to risk pain to make a boring life interesting.”
    Peter Kreeft, Jesus-Shock

  • #18
    Gustave Flaubert
    “He was bored now when Emma suddenly began to sob on his breast; and his heart, like the people who can only stand a certain amount of music, became drowsy through indifference to the vibrations of a love whose subtleties he could no longer distinguish.”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

  • #19
    Jorge Luis Borges
    “I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.”
    Jorge Luis Borges



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