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  • #1
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #2
    Madeleine L'Engle
    “A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.”
    Madeleine L'Engle

  • #3
    Isaac Asimov
    “I am an atheist, out and out. It took me a long time to say it. I've been an atheist for years and years, but somehow I felt it was intellectually unrespectable to say one was an atheist, because it assumed knowledge that one didn't have. Somehow, it was better to say one was a humanist or an agnostic. I finally decided that I'm a creature of emotion as well as of reason. Emotionally, I am an atheist. I don't have the evidence to prove that God doesn't exist, but I so strongly suspect he doesn't that I don't want to waste my time.”
    Isaac Asimov

  • #4
    “We are ultimately unknowable to ourselves and others. Our past and future are mostly unknowable. God is unknowable. For the present the universe - its origins and its destiny - is unknowable, as is whether there are many universes. Infinity is unknowable. These are some of the fundamental reasons why I call myself an agnostic.”
    Michael Krasny, Spiritual Envy: An Agnostic's Quest

  • #5
    Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk
    “Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk your talk. Dance and sing to your music. Embrace your blessings. Make today worth remembering.”
    Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

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  • #7
    Martha Graham
    “There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.”
    Martha Graham

  • #8
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “So it's back once more, back up the slope.
    Why do they always ruin my rope
    with their cuts?
    I felt so ready the other day,
    Had a real foretaste of eternity
    In my guts.

    Spoonfeeding me yet another sip
    from life's cup.
    I don't want it, won't take any more of it.
    Let me throw up.

    Life is medium rare and good, I see,
    And the world full of soup and bread,
    But it won't pass into the blood for me,
    Just goes to my head.

    It makes me ill, though others it feeds;
    Do see that I must deny it!
    For a thousand years from now at least
    I'm keeping a diet.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, The Best of Rilke

  • #9
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad. The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise; like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived, rejected, lost, life that we can die of. If only it were possible for us to see farther than our knowledge reaches, and even a little beyond the outworks of our presentiment, perhaps we would bear our sadnesses with greater trust than we have in our joys. For they are the moments when something new has entered us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy embarrassment, everything in us withdraws, a silence arises, and the new experience, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it all and says nothing.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #10
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years. You won't fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you've made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you've reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.

    When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-

    If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don't need to wish her anything, for she'll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

  • #11
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

  • #12
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Beauty will save the world.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

  • #13
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

  • #14
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

  • #15
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights and Other Stories

  • #16
    رضوى عاشور
    “.كأن الايام دهاليز شحيحة الضوء كابية,, يقودك الواحد منها الى الاخر فتنقاد
    لا تنتظر شيئا.. تمضى وحيدا وببطء يلازمك ذلك الفأر الذى يقرض خيوط عمرك
    تواصل,, لا فرح ,, لا حزن ,, لا سخط,, لا سكينة ,, لادهشة أو انتباه
    ثم فجأة وعلى غير توقع تبصر ضوءا تكذّبه ثم لا تكذّب
    وقد خرجت الى المدى المفتوح ترى وجه ربك والشمس والهواء
    من حولك الناس والاصوات أليفة تتواصل بالكلام او بالضحك
    ثم تتساءل: هل كان حلما او وهما؟
    أين ذهب رنين الاصوات , والمدى المفتوح على أمل يتقد كقرص الشمس
    فى وضح النهار؟؟
    تتساءل.. وأنت تمشى فى دهليزك من جديد !!”
    رضوى عاشور, ثلاثية غرناطة

  • #17
    Simone de Beauvoir
    “Self-consciousness is not knowledge but a story one tells about oneself.”
    Simone de Beauvoir

  • #18
    Simone de Beauvoir
    “أكثر ما كان يجذبني إليه ضحكته: فكأنما سقط، من غير انتظار، على كوكب ليس هو كوكبه، فأخذ يكتشف طرافته العجيبة. و حين كانت ضحكته تنفجر، كان كل شيء يبدو لي جديداً، أخاذاً، رائعاً.”
    Simone de Beauvoir, Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter

  • #19
    فاتحة مرشيد
    “إن الحياة قررت أن تضع حدا لي !”
    فاتحة مرشيد, لحظات لا غير

  • #20
    فاتحة مرشيد
    “كلنا أموات لم يتسلموا مهامهم بعد .”
    فاتحة مرشيد, الملهمات

  • #21
    فاتحة مرشيد
    “سرحت بأفكاري نحوهؤلاء النساء اللواتي ينذرن حياتهن لحب رجل واحد !
    حب فيه من الأمومة ما يجعلهن غافرات لكل الخطايا !”
    فاتحة مرشيد, لحظات لا غير

  • #22
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don't know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #23
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “For the sake of a few lines one must see many cities, men and things. One must know the animals, one must feel how the birds fly and know the gesture with which the small flowers open in the morning. One must be able to think back to roads in unknown regions, to unexpected meetings and to partings which one had long seen coming; to days of childhood that are still unexplained, to parents that one had to hurt when they brought one some joy and one did not grasp it (it was joy for someone else); to childhood illness that so strangely began with a number of profound and grave transformations, to days in rooms withdrawn and quiet and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to seas, to nights of travel that rushed along on high and flew with all the stars-and it is not enough if one may think all of this. One must have memories of many nights of love, none of which was like the others, of the screams of women in labor, and of light, white, sleeping women in childbed, closing again. But one must also have been beside the dying, one must have sat beside the dead in the room with the open window and the fitful noises. And still it is not enough to have memories. One must be able to forget them when they are many, and one must have the great patience to wait until they come again. For it is not yet the memories themselves. Not until they have turned to blood within us, to glance, to gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves-not until then can it happen that in a most rare hour the first word of a verse arises in their midst and goes forth from them.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

  • #24
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke

  • #25
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “But your solitude, even in the midst of quite foreign circumstances, will be a hold and a home for you, and leading from it you will find all the paths you need.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #26
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.”


    ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Translations from the Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke”
    Rainer Maria Rilke

  • #27
    نزار قباني
    “يحدث أحيانا ً أن أبكي
    مثل الأطفال بلا سببٍ
    يحدث أن أسأم من عيني بلا سببٍ
    يحدث أن أتعب من كلماتي
    يحدث أن أتعب من تعبي
    و بلا سببٍ”
    نزار قباني



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