“...“Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne. “You mayn’t get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, ‘Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.’ But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.”...”
― Anne of Green Gables
― Anne of Green Gables
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”
―
―
“في الصباح الأخضر
أردت أن أكون قلباً
قلباً
.
وفي المساءِ اليانع
أردت أن أكونَ عندليباً
عندليباً
.
( ياروح..
كوني بلونِ البرتقال
ياروح..
كوني بلونِ الحب )
.
في الصباح المفعمْ
أردت أن أكون أنا
كالقلبْ
.
وفي نهايةِ المساء
أردت أن يكون صوتي
العندليب
.
ياروح..
كوني بلون البرتقال
ياروح..
كوني بلون الحب”
―
أردت أن أكون قلباً
قلباً
.
وفي المساءِ اليانع
أردت أن أكونَ عندليباً
عندليباً
.
( ياروح..
كوني بلونِ البرتقال
ياروح..
كوني بلونِ الحب )
.
في الصباح المفعمْ
أردت أن أكون أنا
كالقلبْ
.
وفي نهايةِ المساء
أردت أن يكون صوتي
العندليب
.
ياروح..
كوني بلون البرتقال
ياروح..
كوني بلون الحب”
―
“I HIDE myself within my flower
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness...”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness...”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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