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  • #1
    Jane Austen
    “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #2
    If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use
    “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #3
    Toni Morrison
    “If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
    Toni Morrison

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #5
    George R.R. Martin
    “... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #6
    William Styron
    “A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.”
    William Styron, Conversations with William Styron

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding — of course Will would understand — and she hurried on. “I feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.”
    “You fear for Jem,” Will said.
    “Yes,” she said. “And I fear for you, too.”
    “No,” Will said, hoarsely. “Don’t waste that on me, Tess.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name," Will said. "You can have mine."
    Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. "Your name?"
    Will took a step toward her, till they stood face-to-face. Then he reached to take her hand and slid off her glove, which he put into his pocket. He held her bare hand in his, his fingers curved around hers. His hand was warm and callused, and his touch made her shiver. His eyes were steady and blue; they were everything that Will was: true and tender, sharp and witty, loving and kind. "Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be called Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “I am catastrophically in love with you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #12
    Mahmoud Darwish
    “يحكون في بلادنا
    يحكون في شجن
    عن صاحبي الذي مضى
    و عاد في كفن

    ما قال حين زغردت خطاه خلف الباب
    لأمه : الوداع !
    ما قال للأحباب .. للأصحاب :
    موعدنا غداً !

    و لم يضع رسالة كعادة المسافرين
    تقول إني عائد و تسكت الظنون
    و لم يخط كلمة ..
    تضيء ليل أمه التي ..
    تخاطب السماء و الأشياء ،
    تقول : يا وسادة السرير !
    يا حقيبة الثياب !
    يا ليل ! يا نجوم ! يا إله ! يا سحاب !

    أما رأيتم شارداً عيناه نجمتان ؟
    يداه سلتان من ريحان
    و صدره وسادة النجوم و القمر
    و شعره أرجوحة للريح و الزهر !

    أما رأيتم شارداً
    مسافراً .. لا يحسن السفر !
    راح بلا زوادة ، من يطعم الفتى ،
    إن جاع في طريقه ؟
    من يرحم الغريب ؟

    قلبي عليه من غوائل الدروب !
    قلبي عليك يا فتى .. يا ولداه !
    قولوا لها ، يا ليل ! يا نجوم !
    يا دروب ! يا سحاب !

    قولوا لها : لن تحملي الجواب ،
    فالجرح فوق الدمع ، فوق الحزن و العذاب !
    لن تحملي .. لن تصبري كثيراً
    لأنه ..

    لأنه مات ، و لم يزل صغيراً !”
    محمود درويش, أوراق الزيتون



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