Rasha Elkheshien

“في العصور القديمة لم تكن الفراشات تظهر لكل الناس، لكنه كان يراها بوضوح معظم الوقت.”
― أحمد الديب

“إن المطلوب هو حداثة جديدة تتبنى العلم والتكنولوجيا ولا تضرب بالقيم أو بالغائية الإنسانية عرض الحائط ، حداثة تحيى العقل ولا تميت القلب ، تنمى وجودنا المادى ولا تنكر الأبعاد الروحية لهذا الوجود ، تعيش الحاضر دون أن تنكر التراث”
― عبد الوهاب المسيري, رحلتي الفكرية: في البذور والجذور والثمر

“وغمرتني تلك البهجة التي تأتيني أحيانا من خارج الكون.”
― يوسف زيدان, عزازيل

“To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd!”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet