“I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think.”
― Tropic of Capricorn
― Tropic of Capricorn
“الكتابة بخط اليد على الجدار ليست غامضة ولا مهددة لمن يستطيع أن يترجمها. الجدران تنهار، وتنهار معها مخاوفنا وترددنا. لكن آخر جدار ينهار هو ذاك الذى يطوّق الذات داخله. ومن لا يقرأ بعينىّ الذات لا يقرأ أبدا. العين الداخلية تخترق الجدران كلها، وتفك طلاسم الخطوط كلها. تترجم "الرسائل" كلها. انها ليست عيناً قارئة أو مخمنة، بل عين واشية؛ لا تتلقى النور من الخارج، بل تُصدر نوراً. نوراً وفرحاً. وعبر النور والفرح ينفتح العالم، ينكشف ليبدو كما هو: جمال يفوق الوصف، وخلق لا ينتهى.”
― The Books in My Life
― The Books in My Life
“Even if the two lovers are mature and experienced people who know that broken hearts heal in the end and can clearly foresee that, if they once steeled themselves to go through the present agony of parting, they would almost certainly be happier ten years hence than marriage is at all likely to make them - even then, they would not part.”
― The Four Loves
― The Four Loves
“Once I thought that to be human was the highest aim a man could have, but I see now that it was meant to destroy me. To-day I am proud to say that I am inhuman, that I belong not to men and governments, that I have nothing to do with creeds and principles. I have nothing to do with the creaking machinery of humanity - I belong to the earth!”
― Tropic of Cancer
― Tropic of Cancer
“Need-love cries to God from our poverty; Gift-love longs to serve, or even to suffer for, God; Appreciative love says: “We give thanks to thee for thy great glory.” Need-love says of a woman “I cannot live without her”; Gift-love longs to give her happiness, comfort, protection – if possible, wealth; Appreciative love gazes and holds its breath and is silent, rejoices that such a wonder should exist even if not for him, will not be wholly dejected by losing her, would rather have it so than never to have seen her at all.” p.17”
― The Four Loves
― The Four Loves
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