

“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!”
― Hamlet
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!”
― Hamlet

“مَتى أَوْحَشَكَ مِنْ خَلْقِهِ فَاعْلَمْ أَنَّهُ يُريدُ أَنْ يَفْتَحَ لَكَ بابَ الأُنْسِ بهِ”
― الحِكم العطائية
― الحِكم العطائية

“إن أجمل الأشياء هي التي يقترحها الجنون ويكتبها العقل”
― فوضى الحواس
― فوضى الحواس

“أعدك أن أنام
غير أنى متعب
والمشقة فى قلبى لا فى الطريق
والعتم فى عينى
في سمعى
فى الأعوام التى توالت عاما بعد عام
ولم أر
أعدك أن أنام
أن أنتظر الصباح المقبل
وما يليه
لكنى مجبر علي الرحيل الآن،
لا عمل أو موعد أو نزهة أو أى
شىء من هذا القبيل
فأنا متعب وقد خدمت روحى ما استطعت”
― مجرد تعب
غير أنى متعب
والمشقة فى قلبى لا فى الطريق
والعتم فى عينى
في سمعى
فى الأعوام التى توالت عاما بعد عام
ولم أر
أعدك أن أنام
أن أنتظر الصباح المقبل
وما يليه
لكنى مجبر علي الرحيل الآن،
لا عمل أو موعد أو نزهة أو أى
شىء من هذا القبيل
فأنا متعب وقد خدمت روحى ما استطعت”
― مجرد تعب

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”
― The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay
― The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay
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