شموخ

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”
― Franz Kafka

“قبلتها تسعاً وتسعين قبلة
وواحدة أخرى وكنت على عجل
وعانقتها حتى تقطع عقدها
وحتى فصوص الطوق من جيدها انفصل
كأن لآلئ الطوق لما تناثرت
ضياء مصابيح تطايرن من شعل”
― امرؤ القيس

“أنت هدوءُ قلبي وصخبهُ في آنٍ معاً”
― فرانز كافكا

“I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger