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“Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.”
― Rumi, Masnavi i Man'avi, the spiritual couplets of Maula

“Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.”
― Thomas Hardy, The Personal Notebooks Of Thomas Hardy

“You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.”
― Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes

“In death, hope is everlasting.”
― Ildefonso Falcones, La mano de Fátima

“The past doesn't exist. There is nothing to be sorry for. Today is when we start to live. Look... look at the sea. The sea has no past. It is just there. It will never ask us to explain. The stars, the moon are there to light our way, to shine for us. What do they care what might have happened in the past? They are accompanying us, and are happy with that; can you see them shine? The stars are twinkling in the sky; would they do that if the past mattered? Wouldn't there be a huge storm if God wanted to punish us? We are alone, you and I, with no past, no memories, no guilt, nothing that can stand in the way of... our love.”
― Ildefonso Falcones, La catedral del mar

“Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“ان تكن تبحث عن مسكن الروح فأنت روح
وان تكن تفتش عن قطعة خبز فأنت الخبز
وان تستطع ادراك هذه الفكرة الدقيقة فسوف تفهم
ان كل ما تبحث عنه هو أنت”
― جلال الدين الرومى, رباعيات جلال الدين الرومي

“Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.”
― Anne Bradstreet

“أنا لا أبدل أحزان قلبي بأفراح الناس و لا أرضى أن تنقلب الدموع التي تستدرّها الكآبة من جوارحي و تصير ضحكا . أتمنى أن تبقى حياتي دمعة و ابتسامة : دمعة تطهر قلبي و تفهمني أسرار الحياة و غوامضها ، و ابتسامة تدنيني من أبناء بجدتي و تكون رمز تمجيدي الآلهة . دمعة أشارك بها منسحقي القلب ، و ابتسامة تكون عنوان فرحي بوجودي .”
― جبران خليل جبران, دمعة وابتسامة

“There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them.”
― Jo Walton

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath