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“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“يا عجبا لضمير المرأة يظل في ليل دامس من ذنوبها ثم تلمع له دمعة طاهرة في عينيها فتكون كنجمة في القطب.. يعرف بها كيف يتجه وكيف كان ظلاله.. وكأن الله ما سلط الدموع على النساء إلا لتكون هذه الدموع ذريعة من ذرائع الإنسانية تحفظ الرقة في مثال الرقة كما جعل البحار في الأرض وسيلة من وسائل الحياة عليها تحفظ الروح والنشاط لها”
― مصطفى صادق الرافعي, السحاب الأحمر

“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!”
― Maya Angelou

“From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Alone