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“لا وجود إلا لعلامة واحدة تشهد على أننا فهمنا كل شيء : أن نبكي بلا سبب !”
― إميل سيوران

“ما من صداقة تتحمل مقدارًا مبالغًا فيه من الصراحة.”
― إميل سيوران

“اعتراض على العلم : هذا العالم " لا يستحق " أن نعرفه ..”
― اميل سيوران

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“لابد للطامح أن يهبط فى مهوى يوازى ارتفاع التحليق”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“قتل الكتاب الجيد يماثل قتل إنسان”
― John Milton

“أريد الصمت كي أحيا، ولكن الذي ألقاه ينطقني..”
― أحمد مطر

“By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“The moment was all; the moment was enough.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Literature is no one’s private ground, literature is common ground; let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.”
― Virginia Woolf

“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Years

“If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?”
― Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

“Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.”
― Virginia Woolf

“If we face the fact, for it is a fact, that there is no arm to cling to, but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women...”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

“Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things. A table, a chair, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“Would there be trees if we didn't see them?”
― Virginia Woolf, The Years

“Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.”
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

“Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death…”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the center which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader

“The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“Thinking is my fighting.”
― Virginia Woolf, Thoughts on Peace in an Air Raid

“Everything is strange. Things are huge and very small. The stalks of flowers are thick as oak trees. Leaves are high as the domes of vast cathedrals. We are giants, lying here, who can make forests quiver.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I do think all good and evil comes from words. I have to tune myself into a good temper with something musical, and I run to a book as a child to its mother.”
― Virginia Woolf, Congenial Spirits: The Selected Letters Of Virginia Woolf

“What did it mean to her, this thing she called life? Oh, it was very queer.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own / Three Guineas

“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse