Marwa Ezzat

“Beyond the bend in the road
There may be a well, and there may be a castle,
And there may be just more road.
I don’t know and don’t ask.
As long as I’m on the road that’s before the bend
I look only at the road before the bend,
Because the road before the bend is all I can see.
It would do me no good to look anywhere else
Or at what I can’t see.
Let’s pay attention only to where we are.
There’s only enough beauty in being here and not somewhere else.
If there are people beyond the bend in the road,
Let them worry about what’s beyond the bend in the road.
That, for them, is the road.
If we’re to arrive there, when we arrive there we’ll know.
For now we know only that we’re not there.
Here there’s just the road before the bend, and before the bend
There’s the road without any bend.”
― Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

“يشعر بأنه سجين في هذه البلاد. يشعر بالضيق, يعتصره الالم والوهن والمرض, وافكار السجناء الجنونية. لا عزاء يبعث في نفسه السرور. لانه مجرد عزاء هش, عزاء يعصف برأسه ليقاوم به حقيقة السجن القاسي .لو سأله احدهم عما يريده لن يعرف الاجابة, لان هي احد الادلة الدامغة على انه لا يعرف شيئا عن الحرية”
― فرانز كافكا

“Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important to your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a come losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations. Your physical strength, your hopes, your dreams, your ideals, your convictions, all meaning, or then again, the people you love: one by one, they fade away. Some announce their departure before they leave, while others just disappear all of a sudden without warning one day. And once you lose them you can never get them back. Your search for replacements never goes well. It’s all very painful – as painful as actually being cut with a knife.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“Man accepts death but not the hour of his death. To die any time, except when one has to die!”
― Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born