“Men sometimes come and question me
How many years my age may be,
Seeing my temples silver now
And flecks of snow upon my brow.
This is the answer that I give
"When I count up the life I live
Applying all my reason's power,
I make the total just one hour."
"And how", my questioner replies
In accents of amazed surprise,
"Mak'st thou this sum, which seems to me
Beyond all credibility?"
"One day", I answer," she I love
All other earthly things above
Lay in my arms, and like a thought
Her lips with mine I swiftly sought.
"And though the years before I die
Stretch out interminably, I
Shall only count my life in truth
As that brief hour of happy youth." -”
― طوق الحمامة في الألفة والألاف
How many years my age may be,
Seeing my temples silver now
And flecks of snow upon my brow.
This is the answer that I give
"When I count up the life I live
Applying all my reason's power,
I make the total just one hour."
"And how", my questioner replies
In accents of amazed surprise,
"Mak'st thou this sum, which seems to me
Beyond all credibility?"
"One day", I answer," she I love
All other earthly things above
Lay in my arms, and like a thought
Her lips with mine I swiftly sought.
"And though the years before I die
Stretch out interminably, I
Shall only count my life in truth
As that brief hour of happy youth." -”
― طوق الحمامة في الألفة والألاف
“هذه هـي طبيعـة الإنسـان في كل زمان ومكان, فهو يطلب العدل حين يكون محرومًا منه فإذا حصل عليه, بخل به على غيره”
― وعاظ السلاطين
― وعاظ السلاطين
“I used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom I’d tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts ‘to be like the rest’ –and suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, I’d give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again – in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.”
― Crime and Punishment
― Crime and Punishment
“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”
― Selected Letters
― Selected Letters
“I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”
― Wuthering Heights
― Wuthering Heights
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