دعاء

“Stendhal syndrome, Angel says, is a medical term. It's when a painting, or any form of art, is so beautiful it overwhelms the viewer. It's a form of shock. When Stendhal toured the Church of Santa Croce in Florence in 1817, he reported almost fainting from joy. People feel rapid heart palpitations. They get dizzy. Looking at great art makes you forget your own name, forget even where you're at. It can bring on depression and physical exhaustion. Amnesia. Panic. Heart attack. Collapse.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Dear Milena,
I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“ما المنطق في أن أركض وراء الذاكرة وهي شاردة تسعى إلى الهروب من نفسها، شعثاء مُعَفّرة مُروَّعة مسكونة بِهول ما رأت؟”
― رضوى عاشور, الطنطورية

“سبحان الله، وهل جار علينا الزمن إلى الحدّ الذي تحكمنا فيه أسرة من المعتوهين؟”
― رضوى عاشور, ثلاثية غرناطة