Sara

“فلكي ندرك حقيقة وضعنا في هذا العالم يعني أن نستسلم لله، وأن نتنفس السلام، وألا يحملنا الوهم على أن نبدد جهودنا في الإحاطة بكل شيء والتغلب عليه. علينا أن نتقبل المكان والزمان اللذين أحاطا بميلادنا، فالزمان والمكان قدرُ الله وإرادته. إن التسليم لله هو الطريقة الإنسانية الوحيدة للخروج من ظروف الحياة المأساوية التي لا حل لها ولا معنى.. إنه طريق للخروج بدون تمرد ولا قنوط ولا عدمية ولا انتحار. إنه شعور بطولي (لا شعور بطل)، بل شعور إنسان عادي قام بأداء واجبه وتقبل قَدَره.”
― علي عزت بيجوفيتش, الإسلام بين الشرق والغرب

“Come on. We must have a little pity. Do you know what we're talking about now?...When a man supports his relatives by his labor, he has no right to sacrifice himself. That is deserting his family...My friends, there is a tomorrow; you won't be here on that tomorrow, but your families will...We must not be selfish." (on page 1183 of 1480)”
― Combeferre Les Misérables

“If there is anything terrible, if there exists a reality which surpasses dreams, it is this: to live, to see the sun, to be in full possession of viral force; to possess health and joy; to laugh valiantly; to rush toward a glory which one sees dazzling in front of one; to feel in ones's breast lounges which breath, a heart which beats, a will which reasons; to speak, think, hope, love; to have a mother, to have a wife, to have children, to have the light - and all at once, in the space of a shout, in less than a minute, to sink into an abyss; to fall, to roll, to crush, to be crushed,to see ears of wheat, flowers, leaves, branches; not to be able to catch hold of anything; to feel one's sword useless, men beneath one, horses on top of one; to struggle in vain, since ones bones have been broken by some kick in the darkness; to feel a heel which makes ones's eyes start from their sockets; to bite horses' shoes in one's rage,; to stifle. to yell, to writhe; to be beneath, and to say to one's self, "But just a little while ago I was a living man!”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“He said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being."
-Jean Valjean about Cossette-”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables