“ماذا سيكون تأثير الموت علي؟
وعلي الآخرين؟ لا شيء..
ستنشر الصحافة نبأ موتي
كخبر مثير ليس لأني مت
بل لأن موتي سيقترن
بحادثة مثيرة"
يوسف السباعى
من رواية "طائر بين المحيطين"1971”
― طائر بين المحيطين
وعلي الآخرين؟ لا شيء..
ستنشر الصحافة نبأ موتي
كخبر مثير ليس لأني مت
بل لأن موتي سيقترن
بحادثة مثيرة"
يوسف السباعى
من رواية "طائر بين المحيطين"1971”
― طائر بين المحيطين
“If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
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“And when her lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the girl of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.”
― Dear John
― Dear John
“يارب حمدك أن طويت الصدور على خباياها،
وأطبقت الرؤوس على أفكارها وخفاياها
يارب حمدك أن تركت للبشر حرية الشعور والتفكير.. تلك هي الحرية التي لا يستطيع أن يسلبها إياها مخلوق”
― بين الأطلال
وأطبقت الرؤوس على أفكارها وخفاياها
يارب حمدك أن تركت للبشر حرية الشعور والتفكير.. تلك هي الحرية التي لا يستطيع أن يسلبها إياها مخلوق”
― بين الأطلال
“If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.”
― Twelfth Night
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.”
― Twelfth Night
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