Mohamed Sayed > Mohamed's Quotes

“نُداري أوجاعَنا ونتَستَر عليها
كما لو كانتْ عوراتٌ
لا نُريدُ لها أن تنكشِف
لِنحفظَ بذلكَ طُهرنا وعفافنا
بإظهار سعادتنا العارِمة
وضحكاتنا الزائِفةِ أمام الآخرينْ
لا ندرِي بِأن الوجع في حدِ ذاتِهِ عاهرٌ !
يَفضَحُ نفسهُ بِنفسِه
من خلالِ ضحكاتِهِ الفاجِرة !
شماتةً فينا .”
― ساميه جلابي

“المحبة الحقيقية لا تُطلب،لا تُمنح، ولا تُهدي
هي فقط .. تحدث!”
― Ahmed Salama

“بماذا تدعين لي يا نوران؟
فردَّت دون أن تفكِّر:
-أدعو لك بالرحمة، أدعو للجميع بالرحمة، هل نريد من الدنيا شيئًا أكثر جمالًا من الرحمة؟
-وهل يستحق الجميع الرحمة؟ هل أستحقُّ أنا الرحمة؟
قالت بثقة:
-لا يوجد منا من لا يستحقُّ الرحمة، الرحمة من عند الله، لم يخلقنا الله ليلعننا، نحن فقط من نفعل ذلك بأنفسنا






-وهل نعبد الله ونحن ملعونون؟
-نعبد الله ونحن أي شيء، نعبده ونحن ملعونون أو مكرَّمون، عبادة الله ليست وقفًا على ما نفعله لأنفسنا، كل شرٍّ بأيدينا وكل خيرٍ بيد الله، هل لديك شكٌّ في ذلك؟
-كل شرٍ بأيدينا، أي خير ننتظر في هذه الدنيا إذن؟
-يكفيك أن تقاوم الشر نفسه، هذا خيرٌ فـي حد ذاته.
-وهل نقاوم أنفسنا ونحن شرٌ يمشي على قدمين؟
-فقط إذا رأيت أنك شر تكون شرًا”
― Ahmed Salama, محطة الرمل

“Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.”
― Mark Twain

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”
― Mark Twain

“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.”
― Mark Twain

“Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.”
― Mark Twain

“ولرُبٌّ نازلةٍ يضيق بها الفتى * ذرعاً وعند الله منها المخرجُ
ضاقت فلما استحكمت حلقاتها * فُرجت وكان يظنها لا تُفرجُ

سهرت أعين ، ونامـت عيـون
في أمـور تكـون أو لا تكـون
فادرأ الهم ما استعطت عن النفس
فحملانـك الهـمـوم جـنـون
إن رباً كفاك بالأمس مـا كـان
سيكفيك فـي غـدٍ مـا يكـون

شَكَوْتُ إلَى وَكِيعٍ سُوءَ حِفْظِي - فَأرْشَدَنِي إلَى تَرْكِ المعَاصي.
وَأخْبَرَنِي بأَنَّ العِلْمَ نُورٌ - ونورُ الله لا يهدى لعاصي”
― محمد بن إدريس الشافعي, ديوان الإمام الشافعي

“وحين يهيلون على قبري التراب ، انثر فوقه فتات الخبز ، فتتهافت عليه العصافير ، فأسمع صوتها ، ولا اشعر أني وحيد”
― Fyodor Doestoevsky

“It wasn't the New World that mattered... Columbus died almost without seeing it; and not really knowing what he had discovered. It's life that matters, nothing but life — the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

“In every idea of genius or in every new human idea, or, more simply still, in every serious human idea born in anyone's brain, there is something that cannot possibly be conveyed to others.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

“Sometimes you dream strange dreams, impossible and unnatural; you wake up and remember them clearly, and are surprised at a strange fact: you remember first of all that reason did not abandon you during the whole course of your dream; you even remember that you acted extremely cleverly and logically for that whole long, long time when you were surrounded by murderers, when they were being clever with you, concealed their intentions, treated you in a friendly way, though they already had their weapons ready and were only waiting for some sort of sign; you remember how cleverly you finally deceived them, hid from them; then you realize that they know your whole deception by heart and merely do not show you that they know where you are hiding; but you are clever and deceive them again—all that you remember clearly. But why at the same time could your reason be reconciled with such obvious absurdities and impossibilities, with which, among other things, your dream was filled? Before your eyes, one of your murderers turned into a woman, and from a woman into a clever, nasty little dwarf—and all that you allowed at once, as an accomplished fact, almost without the least perplexity, and precisely at the moment when, on the other hand, your reason was strained to the utmost, displaying extraordinary force, cleverness, keenness, logic? Why, also, on awakening from your dream and entering fully into reality, do you feel almost every time, and occasionally with an extraordinary force of impressions, that along with the dream you are leaving behind something you have failed to fathom? You smile at the absurdity of your dream and feel at the same time that the tissue of those absurdities contains some thought, but a thought that is real, something that belongs to your true life, something that exists and has always existed in your heart; it is as if your dream has told you something new, prophetic, awaited; your impression is strong, it is joyful or tormenting, but what it is and what has been told you—all that you can neither comprehend nor recall.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“One can't understand everything at once, we can't begin with perfection all at once! In order to reach perfection one must begin by being ignorant of a great deal. And if we understand things too quickly, perhaps we shan't understand them thoroughly.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

“For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.”
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

“The more I love humanity in general the less I love man in particular. In my dreams, I often make plans for the service of humanity, and perhaps I might actually face crucifixion if it were suddenly necessary. Yet I am incapable of living in the same room with anyone for two days together. I know from experience. As soon as anyone is near me, his personality disturbs me and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he’s too long over his dinner, another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But it has always happened that the more I hate men individually the more I love humanity.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
― Bernard M. Baruch

“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

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“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

“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
― Albert Camus

“If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
― Mark Twain

“The more stupid one is, the closer one is to reality. The more stupid one is, the clearer one is. Stupidity is brief and artless, while intelligence squirms and hides itself. Intelligence is unprincipled, but stupidity is honest and straightforward.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them. Here they have brought the soup for you, eat it, it will do you good. It’s first-rate soup, they know how to make it here. I want to travel in Europe, Alyosha, I shall set off from here. And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it’s a most precious graveyard, that’s what it is! Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I’m convinced in my heart that it’s long been nothing but a graveyard. And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in his vices reaches complete beastiality, and it all comes from lying continually to others and himself. A man who lies to himself is often the first to take offense. it sometimes feels very good to take offense, doesn't it? And surely he knows that no one has offended him, and that he himself has invented the offense and told lies just for the beauty of it, that he has exaggerated for the sake of effect, that he has picked up on a word and made a mountain out of a pea--he knows all of that, and still he is the first to take offense, he likes feeling offended, it gives him great pleasure, and thus he reaches the point of real hostility...”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“And what's strange, what would be marvelous, is not that God should really exist; the marvel is that such an idea, the idea of the necessity of God, could enter the head of such a savage, vicious beast as man.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“كان يحبها كثيرا ولكنه كان يكره ذلك الافراط السخيف في إظهار المشاعر كان يكره تلك العواطف التي تشبه عواطف العجول”
― دستويفسكي, الإخوة كارامزوف