Mahmoud Sabry

“مشيناها خطى كتبت علينا .. ومن كتبت عليه خطى مشاها
ومن كانت منيته بأرض .. فليس يموت في أرض سواها !”
― أبو العلاء المعري

“ولقدْ خلوتُ معَ الحبيبِ وبيننا سِرٌّ أرَقّ مِنَ النّسيمِ، إذا سرَى
وأباحَ طرفي نظرة ً أمَّلتهـــا فغدوتُ معروفاً وكنتُ منكَّراً
فدهشتُ بينَ جمالهِ وجـلالهِ وغدا لسانُ الحالِ عني مخبراً
فأدِرْ لِحاظَكَ في مَحاسِن وَجْهِهِ، تَلْقَى جَميعَ الحُسْنِ، فيهِ، مُصَوَّرا
لوْ أنّ كُلّ الحُسْنِ يكمُلُ صُورَة ً، ورآهُ كانَ مهلَّلاً ومكبَّراً”
― ابن الفارض

“When "Here Comes the Sun" started, what happened? No, the sun didn't come out, but Mom opened up like the sun breaking through the clouds. You know how in the first few notes of that song, there's something about George's guitar that's just so hopeful? It was like when Mom sang, she was full of hope, too. She even got the irregular clapping right during the guitar solo. When the song was over, she paused.

"Oh Bee," she said. "This song reminds me of you." She had tears in her eyes.”
― Maria Semple, Where'd You Go, Bernadette

“People like you must create. If you don't create, Bernadette, you will become a menace to society.”
― Maria Semple, Where'd You Go, Bernadette