Imen Sellem

“Were you happy when you painted these pictures?’ asked Mr. Rochester presently.
‘I was absorbed, sir: yes, and I was happy. To paint them, in short, was to enjoy one of the keenest pleasures I have ever known.’
‘That is not saying much. Your pleasures, by your own account, have been few; but I daresay you did exist in a kind of artist’s dreamland while you blent and arranged these strange tints. Did you sit at them long each day?’
‘I had nothing else to do, because it was the vacation, and I sat at them from morning till noon, and from noon till night: the length of the midsummer days favoured my inclination to apply.’
‘And you felt self-satisfied with the result of your ardent labours?’
‘Far from it. I was tormented by the contrast between my idea and my handiwork: in each case I had imagined something which I was quite powerless to realise.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre

“فن الحب
هو أن يعي المرء متى ينسحب”
― غادة السمان, الحبيب الافتراضي

“Her hair was copper-red, like the grass of the shore on which the spring floods leave their rust; but her eyes were dark, like the pools among the marshes, drawing the beholder down into their depths, and their surface was still as bog-water.”
― Aino Kallas

“ﻟﻴﺲ ﺣﺰﻥ ﺍﻟﻨﻔﺲ ﺇﻻ . . ظل وهم لا يدوم

ﻭ ﻏﻴﻮﻡ ﺍﻟﻨﻔﺲ ﺗﺒﺪﻭ . . من ثناياها النجوم
‏”
― جبران خليل جبران, المواكب