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“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
― Oscar Wilde

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

“Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“No matter how much he loved someone, he still couldn't share his life with them. He needed solitary time every day to concentrate, and he couldn't stand it when someone's presence threw off his concentration. If he lived with someone he knew he would end up detesting them. Whether it was his parents, a wife, or children. He feared that above all. He wasn't afraid of loving someone. What he feared was growing to hate someone.”
― Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

“Our lives really do seem strange and mysterious when you look back on them. Filled with unbelievably bizarre coincidences and unpredictable, zigzagging developments. While they are unfolding, it’s hard to see anything weird about them, no matter how closely you pay attention to your surroundings. In the midst of the everyday, these things may strike you as simply ordinary things, a matter of course. They might not be logical, but time has to pass before you can see if something is logical.”
― Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

“أعطني الناي وغني ~ جبران خليل جبران

أعطني الناي وغني فالغنا سر الوجود
وأنين الناي يبقى بعد أن يفنى الوجود
هل إتخذت الغاب مثلي منـزلاً دون القصور
فتتبعت السواقي وتسلقت الصخور
هل تحممت بعطره وتنشفت بنور
وشربت الفجر خمراً
من كؤوس من أثير
هل جلست العصر مثلي
بين جفنات العنب
والعناقيد تدلت
كثريات الذهب
هل فرشت العشب ليلاً
وتلحفت الفضاء
زاهداً في ما سيأتي
ناسياً ما قد مضى
أعطني الناي وغني
وانسى داء ودواء
إنما الناس سطورٌ
كتبت لكن بماء.

Give me the Flute and Sing
Give me the flute and sing for singing is the secret of existence.
And the sound of the flute remains. After the end of existence.
Have you, as i did, taken the jungle. A house without limitations.
Have you followed the Runnels. And climbed the rocks.

have you bathed in its fragrance and dried yourself in its light.
Have you tried drinking the Dawn as your wine out of divine cups.
Have you, as i did, sat in the afternoon. Between the grapes plants
with the clusters hanging like golden chandlers.

Have you, as i did, slept on the grass at night.
And used the sky as you blanket. Ascetic in what will come.
Forgetting what has passed. Give me the flute and sing.
Forget the disease and medication. For people are only lines. written with water.”
― Jubrān Khalīl Jubrān, UML para Negócios: Modelagem Do Seu Negócio Orientada a Sistemas

“If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“ما اجهل الناس الذين يتوهّمون ان المحبة تتولد بالمعاشرة الطويلة والمرافقة المستمرة.
ان المحبة الحقيقية هي ابنة التفاهم الروحي وان لم يتم هذا التفاهم الروحي بلحظة واحدة لا يتم بعام ولا بجيل كامل”
― جبران خليل جبران, The Broken Wings

“And God said “Love Your Enemy,” and I obeyed him and loved myself.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Broken Wings

“الحق يُعرف فى كل حال و لا يُنطق به إلا فى بعض الأحوال”
― جبران خليل جبران, الأجنحة المتكسرة

“المحبة هي الحرية الوحيدة في هذا العالم لأنها ترفع النفس إلى مقام سام لا تبلغه شرائع البشر وتقاليدهم، ولا تسود عليه نواميس الطبيعة وأحكامها”
― جبران خليل جبران, الأجنحة المتكسرة

“عندما تصل إلى جوهر الحياة ستحس الجمالفي كل شئ , حتى في العيون حتى في العيون التي عميت عن رؤية الجمال”
― جبران خليل جبران, الأجنحة المتكسرة

“إن المحبة المحدودة تطلب امتلاك المحبوب ، أما المحبة غير المتناهيةة فلا تطلب غير ذاتها . المحبة التي تجيء بين يقظة الشباب وغفلته تستكفي باللقاء وقنع بالوصل وتنمو بالقبل و العناق ، أما المحبة التي تولد في أحضان اللانهاية وتهبط مع أسرار الليل فلا تقنع بغير الأبدية . ولا تستكفي بغير الخلود ولا تقف متهيبة أمام شيء سوى الألوهية ..”
― جبران خليل جبران, الأجنحة المتكسرة

“التسامح محبة أصابها التعالى”
― جبران خليل جبران, الأجنحة المتكسرة

“هل وهبنا الله نسمة الحياة لنضعها تحت أقدام الموت، وأعطانا الحرية لنجعلها ظلاً للاستعباد؟”
― جبران خليل جبران, الأجنحة المتكسرة

“إن الإنسان وإن ولد حراً يظل عبداً لقسوة الشرائع التي سنها آباؤه وأجداده.”
― جبران خليل جبران, The Broken Wings

“Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For thir souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness.
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is stable.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you'd forget me.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Female psychopaths, researchers eventually realized, don't present like the males. To which I respond: No shit. We women have an emotional wiliness that shellacs us in glossy patina of caring. We have been raised to take interest in promoting healthy interior lives of other humans; preparation, I suppose, for taking on the emotional labor of motherhood - or marriage; either way, really. Few women come into maturity unscathed by the suffocating pink press of girlhood, and even psychopaths are touched by the long, frilly arm of feminine expectations. It's not that women psychopaths don't exist; it's that we fake it better than men.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger