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“Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.”
― Anton Chekhov

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
― Sylvia Plath

“I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I write only because
There is a voice within me
That will not be still”
― Sylvia Plath, Letters Home

“ما أغرب بنى البشر ، إنهم لا يعرفون أبداً ماذا يريدون”
― نيكوس كازانتزاكيس, Christ Recrucified

“لو تُرك الخيار لي بين أن أقع في غرام امرأة أو أن أطالع كتاباً جيداً عن العشق، ﻷخترت الكتاب”
― نيكوس كازانتزاكيس, Zorba the Greek

“عندما أتألم، يا معلم، ينشطر قلبي إلى شطرين. إنه قلب جريح ومثخن بالجراح، لكنه يلّم نفسه على ذاته كي لا يرى جراحه. إني مليء بالجروح الملتئمة، لذلك لا أستطيع أن أتحمل المزيد.”
― نيكوس كازانتزاكيس, Zorba the Greek

“الحرية هي الخضوع للفكرة، لا الخضوع للهوى.”
― نيكوس كازانتزاكيس, The Fratricides

“الحياة يا إلهي عبء ثقيل ، ولولاك لأمسك كل منا بيد الآخر، رجالا ونساء ، وذهبنا لنلقي بأنفسنا في هوة سحيقة ليس لها من قرار لنتخلص من الحياة .
لكنك موجود فأنت الفرحة والعزاء”
― نيكوس كازانتزاكيس

“I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”
― Lemony Snicket

“محنة العاشق أنه لا ينسى أبدا”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“الحب الكبير تقتله الأسئلة الكثيرة”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“ماذا يحدث عندما يخذلنا يقيننا ؟ عندما نتوقف في منتصف الطريق ونتذكر فجأة أننا نسينا شيئاً مهماً فنعود ركضاً نبحث عنه ، وعندما نصل لا نجده ؟ ماذا يحدث عندما يمر حبنا عادياً ورتيباً أمام أعيننا لأننا نعيشه ثم فجأة عندما ينطفئ نشعر ليس فقط بعمق الخسارة والفقدان ولكن العزلة ولا جدوى الحياة !”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“يا صديقي إننا في هذه البلاد عرضة لكل المحاولات القاسية لإبادة أحلامنا الصغيرة. كل معقد يريدك في النهاية أن تشبهه.”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“ماذا تريدنى أن أفعل فى عالم أضيق من حذائى , العمر يركض وأنا لم أفعل شيئا بحياتى !!”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“احذر،لا تخاطر مع الحقيقة..اكتف بما لديك من جزئياتها،حينما تعرف الكل،لاشيء ينقذك من حتمية الجنون”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“يا صديقي إننا في هذه البلاد عرضة لكل المحاولات القاسية لإبادة أحلامنا الصغيرة،
كل معقد يريدك في النهاية أن تشبهه، أن تصير صورة عاكسة لكل كذبة”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.”
― Vincent Van Gogh

“As they say in the movies, I got here the hard way, with no education and no dough, and whatever I am I am because I wrote it.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

“To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares,- to be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existence of a ghost).”
― Adolfo Bioy Casares, The Invention of Morel

“عندما يرحل الذي نحبهم يأخذون معهم كل أشياءهم الصغيرة الا ابتساماتهم واسئلتهم فهي تبقى معنا”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“من جهتي لا أفعل شيئاً مدهشاً ولكني أحاول وسط هذه العزلة أن أجعل الحياة ممكنة التحمل.”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“عندما نريد أن نشبه شخصا آخر, هذا يعني أننا بدأنا نعشقه وأن القلب بدأ يخفق لشخص بعينه.”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“For us, eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love. We love only the person we can eat. The person we hate we ‘can’t swallow.’ That one makes us vomit. Even our friends are inedible. If we were asked to dig into our friend’s flesh we would be disgusted. The person we love we dream only of eating. That is, we slide down that razor’s edge of ambivalence. The story of torment itself is a very beautiful one. Because loving is wanting and being able to eat up and yet to stop at the boundary. And there, at the tiniest beat between springing and stopping, in rushes fear. The spring is already in mid-air. The heart stops. The heart takes off again. Everything in love is oriented towards this absorption. At the same time real love is a don’t-touch, yet still an almost-touching. Tact itself: a phantom touching. Eat me up, my love, or else I’m going to eat you up. Fear of eating, fear of the edible, fear on the part of the one of them who feels loved, desired, who wants to be loved, desired, who desires to be desired, who knows there is no greater proof of love than the other’s appetite, who is dying to be eaten up, who says or doesn’t say, but who signifies: I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me. Sign my death with your teeth.”
― Hélène Cixous

“I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.”
― Vincent Willem van Gogh

“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
― Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche