دانَة

“You know...my flower...I'm responsible for her. And she's so weak! And so naive. She has four ridiculous thorns to defend her against the world...”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“أيها المقبلون علي الجحيم تحلوا بالموت فهو فرصتكم كي تخرجوا منه أحياء أيها الغافلون عن الأمل انتبهوا هأنتم علي وشك أن تفقدوه الي غير رجعة أيها المعلقون علي أبواب العدم ليس الوجود لعبة للتخفي , جدوا أنفسكم يفقدها ايها القادمون الي هنا لقد أصبحتم في عداد الراحلين, هدئوا من روعكم قليلا فان الاخطر لم يأت بعد ايها الباكون علي الماضي كفكفوا دموعكم طويلا فان الماضي كان اما الحاضر و المستقبل فلن يكونا ابدا”
― أيمن العتوم, يسمعون حسيسها

“You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you --- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars; because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or bloated, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours”
― Kinky Friedman