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“How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.”
― William C. Faulkner

“If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,
Then, to the measure of that heaven-born light,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content: --
The stars pre-eminent in magnitude,
And they that from the zenith dart their beams,
(Visible though they be to half the earth,
Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightness)
Are yet of no diviner origin,
No purer essence, than the one that burns,
Like an untended watch-fire on the ridge
Of some dark mountain; or than those which seem
Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps,
Among the branches of the leafless trees.
All are the undying offspring of one Sire:
Then, to the measure of the light vouchsafed,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content.”
― William Wordsworth

“If the poets offered us nothing more than another make-believe world, they would be mere sellers of drugs or, at best, sweetmeats.”
― Robert Lynd

“Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely - flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Selected Stories and Poems

“My dear friend! what is there extraordinary in that? They are all in love with some other man. Who gets the first of a woman’s heart? In all my experience I have never yet met with the man who was Number One. Number Two, sometimes. Number Three, Four, Five, often. Number One, never! He exists, of course—but, I have not met with him.”
― Wilkie Collins

“The sketch of the summer-house which she had given me on the morning of our farewell, and which had never been separated from me since, was the birthday of our first hope.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“.. خبئني .. في يدك اليمنى

.. خبئني .. في يدك اليسرى

.. لن أطلب منك الحرية

.. فيداك .. هما المنفى

.. وهما.. أروع أشكال الحرية”
― نزار قباني

“فلتهربي ما شئتِ عن عيني
فإنك في الضلوع تسافرين”
― فاروق جويدة, لو أننا لم نفترق

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson