فاطمه

“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years. You won't fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you've made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you've reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.

When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-

If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don't need to wish her anything, for she'll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“إن الله يحب الأبرار الأتقياء الأخفياء، الذين إن غابوا لم يفتقدوا، وإن حضروا لم يعرفوا، قلوبهم مصابيح الهدى يخرجون من كل غبراء مظلمة “ .
أجل إن الله يحب أولئك العاملين فى صمت، الزاهدين فى الشهرة والسلطة، المشغولين باللباب عن القشور، المتعلقة قلوبهم بالله، لا تحجبهم عنه فتنة ولا تغريهم متعة .
وما أفقر أمتنا إلى هذا الصنف المبارك، بهم ترزق وبهم تنصر ...”
― محمد الغزالي, قذائف الحق

“يحب العشاق الصغار القمر لا يعجبهم منه غير جمال الصورة
فاذا نضجوا في العشق هجروا القمر وأحبوا الشمس
يستهويهم الآن دفء المشاعر وطاقة الحنان
فاذا زاد نضجهم صاموا عن الدنيا
وأحبوا خالق الشمس والقمر وحده”
― أحمد بهجت, مذكرات صائم

“I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage, like the despicable fabrication of the impotent and infinitely small Euclidean mind of man, that in the world's finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, for all the blood that they've shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify all that has happened.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov