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“يحدث لي أحيانًا، ودائمًا تقريبًا بصورةٍ مباغتة، أن يبرز وسط إحساساتي تعبٌ رهيب من الحياة إلى حدٍّ لا يمنح إمكانية اختلاق فعلٍ للسيطرة عليه. الانتحار، يبدو علاجًا غير مضمون؛ الموت، حتّى مع افتراض توفُّر اللاشعور به، يبقى أقلّ من المطلوب. إنّه تعبٌ تواق، لا إلى الكفِّ عن الوجود-وهو ما يمكن أو لا يمكن أن يكون محتملًا-وإنما إلى شيء أكثر فظاعةً بكثير وأبعد غورًا، إلى الكفِّ حتّى عن كوني قد وجدت، وهو ما لا توجد أي طريقة لإمكانية أن يكون.”
― فرناندو بيسوا, The Book of Disquiet

“Some days the world feels too hard and heavy, too much violence, too much pain, too much, too much, too much, and no way to make any of it make sense.

Some days the people we love the most are enduring deep horror and loss and fear and trauma and pain and there's not a damn thing we can do, not really - and we're left sitting with some crazy helplessness and anger and grief without anywhere that feels big enough to hold it all.

Some days you don't know if you want to scream the rage or cry the grief or run to the ocean or collapse in a puddle on the floor or sink into a too-hot bath or go back to bed or lose your mind for a little while, because holding it together takes more than you've got.

Some days you feel like you'd do just about anything to have someone show up at your door for no other reason but to deliver an endless hug because reactivated trauma is a bitch, even when it's not your own, and because we all need more hugs, even on the good days—and some days are as far as hell from good as you can imagine.

Some days you buy yourself the pale pink roses because you need a reminder of beauty, and you make yourself cup after cup of tea and finally let yourself cry, hard. You take the invite to go out to dinner and laugh and forget for a while. You pay attention, with deep gratitude, to the spaces that feel safe enough to open fully into, and to the people that show up to fill those spaces.

You do what you can even though it feels like way too little and not near enough and not anything really in the grand scheme of things, and you say a prayer of thanks for the people give without knowing even why they are giving and a blessing for the grace of connections that are strong enough for that.

Whatever you're doing right now, send a wave of love out into the universe. The biggest and brightest one you've got. Send protection, and healing, and fire, and light, and love and love and love and love.

I can't tell you where you're sending it, but I know there's enough hurt and hard in the world right now, that whatever direction it goes and wherever it lands, it will rest with someone who needs it.”
― Jeanette LeBlanc

“أذكر أني قرأت مقولة جميلة للكاتب " عبد الرحمن منيف" وهي:
"إذا سقط المطر يتملكني حنين لا يوصف لأن أبكي. "
و أنا أضحك و يتملكني شعور لأن أفرح. فربما هي المشاعر العميقة هي التي تجتاح منيف للبكاء هي نفسها التي تغويني للفرح و أنا تحت المطر.”
― وردة الطاهري, عشرة أيام في فرنسا

“الحياة الإنسانية أخطر وأدعى للكآبة من أن نجعلها عرضة للضحك”
― فرناندو بيسوا, يوميات