Yaman

“You must not be angry with me for having been so sad yesterday; I was very happy, very content, but in my very best moments I am always for some reason sad. As for my crying, that means nothing. I don’t know myself why I am always crying. I feel ill and irritable; my sensations are due to illness. The pale cloudless sky, the sunset, the evening stillness – all that – I don’t know – but I was somehow in the mood yesterday to take a dreary and miserable view of everything, so that my heart was to fall any did the relief of tears. But why am I writing all this to you? It is hard to make all that clear to one’s own heart and still harder to convey it to another. But you, perhaps, will understand me. Sadness and laughter both at once! How kind you are really. You looked into my eyes yesterday as though to read in them what I was feeling and were delighted with my rapture.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“من المستحيل أن تؤسس حضارة على الخوف والكراهية والقسوة، فمثل هذه الحضارة إن وُجدت لا يمكن أن تبقى؛ لأنها ستكون خلوا من أي حيوية، ومن ثم ستتفسخ وتنهار من داخلها.”
― جورج أورويل, 1984

“I don’t even know what I’m writing, I have no idea, I don’t know anything, and I’m not reading over it, and I’m not correcting my style, and I’m writing just for the sake of writing, just for the sake of writing more to you… My precious, my darling, my dearest!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk

“يبدو أن الموت هو الكائن الديمقراطي الوحيد في منطقتنا العربية وذلك بمعنيين، أولهما أنه أعدل الأشياء قسمة بين الناس، وثانيها أنه هو الحل الديمقراطي الوحدي لإمكان تجدد الديمقراطية الحزبية.”
― محمد سبيلا, للسياسة، بالسياسة - في التشريح السياسي