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Mustafa Mou
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“Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don't much care where.
The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go.
Alice: ...So long as I get somewhere.
The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.”
― Alice in Wonderland
The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don't much care where.
The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go.
Alice: ...So long as I get somewhere.
The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.”
― Alice in Wonderland
“ولقد يكون في الدنيا ما يُغني الواحد من الناس عن أهل الأرض كافّة.. ولكن الدنيا بما وسعت لا يمكن أبدا أن تغني محبا عن الواحد الذي يحبه! هذا الواحد له حساب عجيب غير حساب العقل.. فإن الواحد في الحساب العقلي أول العدد.. أما في الحساب القلبي فهو أول العدد وآخره .. ليس بعده آخـِـر إذ ليس معه آخـَر”
― أوراق الورد
― أوراق الورد
“It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.”
― Letters to Milena
― Letters to Milena
“I didn't find you .. I just got tripped in your destiny ...”
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“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and, when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”
― Corelli’s Mandolin
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and, when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”
― Corelli’s Mandolin
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