طوبي للغرباء

“العواطف شفافة مثل الزجاج ، عندما تتشقق تنتهي ، كل محاولة لرتقها لن تزيد الشقوق إلا اتساعا.”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“شيء ما في المدن العربية يجعلها حزينة دوما حتى وهي في أقصى لحظات الفرح.
- ربما الخيبات المتكررة.
- ربما بكل بساطة أننا حرمناها بتخلفنا من أن تكون مدنا ونصر باستمرار على تحويلها إلى حجارة ميتة.”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“I’ll be your Dostoevsky, if you’ll be my Tolstoy. Our life together will be so full of despair that death will be like a gulag full of joy.”
― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale

“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years. You won't fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you've made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you've reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.

When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-

If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don't need to wish her anything, for she'll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights