Zainab Hakim > Zainab's Quotes

“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

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

“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“الحرب العصرية هي أن تجعل خصمك يقتل نفسه بنفسه بدلا ً من أن تكلف نفسك بمشقة قتله.”
― مصطفى محمود

“في كُل شيئ يا أبي القاكَ
في ضعفي .. و خوفي
وابتهالي”
― فاروق جويدة, زمان القهر علمني

“لكنه حزن الصقيع ...
ووحشة الغرباء في ليل المطر
فالناس حولي يهرعون
وفي ثيابي نهر ماء
في عيوني بحر دمع
بين أعماقي حجر ..
وأريد صدراً لا يساومني على عمري
ولا يأسى على ماض عبر”
― فاروق جويدة

“ولو خيرت في وطن

لقلت هواك أوطاني

ولو أنساك يا عمري

حنايا القلب.. تنساني

إذا ما ضعت في درب

ففي عينيك.. عنواني”
― فاروق جويدة, في عينيك عنواني

“مازال في قلبي بقايا .. أمنية
أن نلتقي يوماً ويجمعنا .. الربيع
أن تنتهي أحزاننا
أن تجمع الأقدار يوماً شملنا”
― فاروق جويدة, حبيبتي لا ترحلي

“(( إن الذي ملأ اللغات محاسنا... جعل الجمال وسره في الضاد ))”
― أحمد شوقي

“To this generation I would say:
Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.”
― Edgar Lee Masters, Spoon River Anthology

“A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, First Part

“One eye sees, the other feels.”
― Paul Klee

“ليس عيباً ألا ندرك ما نتمنى، و لكن العيب الكبيرأن لا نسعى لما نتمنى”
― محمد حسن علوان, سقف الكفاية

“- رسام؟
-أجل
- اقرب الفنون للكتابة.
وماهو وجه التقارب؟-
- كلاهما تضييع متقن للحياة في عقدة المساحة البيضاء.
ولماذا تضييع للحياة؟-
أن تكتب يعني أن تفني عمرك في محاولات تائهة لشرح ذاتك للآخرين,
الآخرون هم الناس الذين لا يأبهون بك أصلا, وعندما تغيب يهتمون بها,
لأنهم يستغلون محاولاتك تلك لشرح ذواتهم من خلالها ”
― محمد حسن علوان

“He who opens a school door, closes a prison.”
― Victor Hugo

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“إن كانت الأرض بالإنصاف قد بخلت
في جنة الخلد نلقى العدل راضينا

في رحمة الله أبواب مجنحة
تُؤوي القلوب التي عانت وتُؤوينا”
― فاروق جويدة, لو أننا لم نفترق

“With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“ألم تعلم بأن الدهر يعطي بعدما يمنع
وكم ضر امرئٍ أمر توهم بأنه ينفع”
― ابن زيدون

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Kinder than is necessary. Because it's not enough to be kind. One should be kinder than needed.”
― R.J. Palacio, Wonder

“I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

“I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.”
― Vincent Van Gogh

“Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave
and eats a bread it does not harvest.

Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero,
and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.

Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream,
yet submits in its awakening.

Pity the nation that raises not its voice
save when it walks in a funeral,
boasts not except among its ruins,
and will rebel not save when its neck is laid
between the sword and the block.

Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,
whose philosopher is a juggler,
and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking

Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting,
and farewells him with hooting,
only to welcome another with trumpeting again.

Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years
and whose strongmen are yet in the cradle.

Pity the nation divided into fragments,
each fragment deeming itself a nation.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Garden of The Prophet