Rashida F. Albehairy > Rashida's Quotes

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus

“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“كل ما كنت أريده هو أن يتركوني أحيا بسلام في ركني أقرأ رواياتي.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sleep

“كانت صورة الظلمات الكثيفة ثابتة أمامي، ظلمات عميقة بلا أمل في النجاة، ممتدة تماما مثل هذا الكون الفسيح. كنت وحيدة أكثر من أي وقت مضى.”
― هاروكي موراكامي, Sleep

“الظلمة الشاسعة تحيط بروحي. لم يعد بوسعي الذهاب إلى أي مكان.”
― هاروكي موراكامي, Sleep

“I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together. ”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
― Sylvia Plath

“I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
― Sylvia Plath

“Do not go with the flow. Be the flow.”
― Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love

“أريد أن يعود الله صديقا لي كما كان ذات مرة.”
― Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love

“ما الذي يجعل خطانا تقودنا إلى عكس الطريق ...ونحن نعرف أنه عكس الطريق ؟؟؟”
― بهاء طاهر, نقطة النور

“حدثني ماذا يقول جدك عن الأرواح
يقول كل الأرواح جميلة وكلها طيبة،
وهل قال لك يا سالم ما الذي ينقذ هذه الارواح ؟
نعم , قال الحب”
― بهاء طاهر, نقطة النور

“شارة الانبعاث اليوميّ كفت عن الإضاءة
في آخر النفق، لم أعد صالحاً للإنجراف مع المناخات الزائلة

ربما كان هذا هو المعنى :
أن تتركَ المحطات خالية وراءك
أن تُغادر قبل أن تغادرك الاشياء
وأن تتعلم كيف تحيا، هكذا.”
― سركون بولص, عظمة أخرى لكلب القبيلة

“Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds . . . but if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that's the rub. I am like a stone that lives . . . locked outside of all that's real. . . . Anne, do you know of such things, can you hear???? I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but to be not dying, and yet . . . and yet to [be] behind a wall, watching everyone fit in where I can't, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or to reach wrong . . . to do it all wrong . . . believe me, (can you?) . . . what's wrong. I want to belong. I'm like a jew who ends up in the wrong country. I'm not a part. I'm not a member. I'm frozen.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

“I am a collection of dismantled almosts.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

“Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

“I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

“I should be working and not writing you. But this is a missing you, where are you, hello and necessary for my soul.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

“أختي، لقد تركتني لتستندي على قلبك
وتنصتي إلى نبض الناس.
وحياتي تواصلت تحت سماء عينيك.
وكنتِ تجيئين -محبة رقيقة-
في الأمسيات التي كتبتُ فيها -وأنا أنحني صامتاً-
قصائدي الغاضبة عن حروب الضوء والدم التي لا تنتهي.
أحسستُ بحضورك خلف الليل.
وغطت سطحي البارد شجرة الساعات الحانية
عندما سمعت وقع أقدامك.
كنت تبتسمين
فتأتي كل السماوات إلى غرفتي.
وانعكاسات لازوردية ترتعش على الجدران
وذكرى بيتنا تنير قلبي
عندما أعود مثقلاً بتجوالات الليل
والمرارة الأبدية للوحدة.”
― Yannis Ritsos, البعيد - مختارات شعرية شاملة

“أنت في وحدتك، بلدٌ مزدحم”
― رفائيل ألبيرتي, المرج الضائع

“هذا العالم المريع لا يخلو من مفاتن
لا يخلو من صباحات ،
تستحق أن يُستَيقظ من أجلها”
― فيسوافا شيمبورسكا, النهاية والبداية وقصائد أخرى

“كنت أريد أن أكون شيئاً آخر في الحياة.
لست أدري ماذا، ولكن شيئاً آخر.”
― Hernán Rivera Letelier, راوية الأفلام

“ هناك شخص في داخلي يريد أن يحكي و يحكي و يحكي .. هناك شخص آخر يريدني أن أسكت .. أن أسكت أبدياً و ألّا أفتح فمي مرة أخرى ”
― ربيع جابر, الاعترافات