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“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet

“قلْ لي.. لماذا اخترتَني؟
وأخذتَني بيديكَ من بين الأنامْ
ومشيتَ بي..
ومشيتَ.. ثمّ تركتَني
كالطفل يبكي في الزِّحامْ
إن كنتَ - يا مِلحَ المدامعِ - بِعتَني
فأقلّ ما يَرِثُ السكوتُ مِنَ الكلامْ
هُوَ أن تؤشّرَ مِن بعيدٍ بالسلامْ
أن تُغلقَ الأبوابَ إنْ
قررتَ ترحل في الظلامْ
ما ضرَّ لو ودَّعتَنِي؟
ومنحتَني فصلَ الخِتامْ؟
حتى أريحَ يديَّ من
تقليبِ آخر صفحةٍ
من قصّتي..
تلك التي
يشتدُّ أبْيَضُها فيُعميني
إذا اشتدَّ الظلامْ
حتى أنامْ
حتى أنامْ”
― ميسون السويدان

“This perversion of the truth, familiar to the artist though it was, always unnerved him afresh and proved too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature ending of his fast was here presented as the cause of it! To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of nonunderstanding, was impossible.”
― Franz Kafka, A Hunger Artist

“Do you know I don't know how one can walk by a tree and not be happy at the sight of it? How can one talk to a man and not be happy in loving him! Oh, it's only that I'm not able to express it...And what beautiful things there are at every step, that even the most hopeless man must feel to be beautiful! Look at a child! Look at God's sunrise! Look at the grass, how it grows! Look at the eyes that gaze at you and love you!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot