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

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“ليتنا أنا وأنت جئنا العالم قبل اختراع التلفزيون والسينما لنعرف هل هذا حب حقًا أم أننا نتقمص ما نراه ؟”
― أحمد خالد توفيق, قصاصات قابلة للحرق

“الثقة بالنفس كلام فارغ ..سوف يدهشك كم الأشياء التي لا تعرفها أو لا تجيدها .. المهم أن تثق بقدرتك على أن تكون أفضل ..”
― أحمد خالد توفيق, قصاصات قابلة للحرق

“For you, a thousand times over”
― Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

“يموت الحي شيئاً فشيئا؛ وحين لا يبقى فيه ما يموت، يُقال: مات”
― مصطفى صادق الرافعي, كلمة وكليمة

“Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“ولقد يكون في الدنيا ما يُغني الواحد من الناس عن أهل الأرض كافّة.. ولكن الدنيا بما وسعت لا يمكن أبدا أن تغني محبا عن الواحد الذي يحبه! هذا الواحد له حساب عجيب غير حساب العقل.. فإن الواحد في الحساب العقلي أول العدد.. أما في الحساب القلبي فهو أول العدد وآخره .. ليس بعده آخـِـر إذ ليس معه آخـَر”
― مصطفى صادق الرافعي, أوراق الورد

“وأما قبل " ... فقد رأيت عندك الفجر وأخذت منه نهاراً أحمله في روحي لا يظلم أبداً .”
― مصطفى صادق الرافعي, أوراق الورد

“و "أما قبل" ... فقد رأيت عندك الفجر وأخذت منه نهاراً أحمله في روحي لا يظلم أبداً !
وخالطت عندك الربيع وانتزعت منه حديقة خالدة النضرة في نفسي لا تذبل أبداً !
وجالست عندك الشباب وترك في قلبي من لحظاته ما لا يهرم أبداً !
واجتمعت عندك بالحب وكشف لي عن مخلوقات الكون الشعري الذي تملؤه ذاتي لا ينقص أبداً !
و رأيتك يا فجري وربيعي وشبابي وحبي .. فلن أنساك أبداً !!
و "أما قبل" ..... !!!”
― مصطفى صادق الرافعي, أوراق الورد

“You won’t understand what I mean now, but someday you will: the only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“...things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“Why wasn’t friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn’t it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“He experienced the singular pleasure of watching people he loved fall in love with other people he loved.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“Fairness is for happy people, for people who have been lucky enough to have lived a life defined more by certainties than by ambiguities.
Right and wrong, however, are for—well, not unhappy people, maybe, but scarred people; scared people.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“The axiom of equality states that x always equals x: it assumes that if you have a conceptual thing named x, that it must always be equivalent to itself, that it has a uniqueness about it, that it is in possession of something so irreducible that we must assume it is absolutely, unchangeably equivalent to itself for all time, that its very elementalness can never be altered. But it is impossible to prove. Always, absolutes, nevers: these are the words, as much as numbers, that make up the world of mathematics. Not everyone liked the axiom of equality––Dr. Li had once called it coy and twee, a fan dance of an axiom––but he had always appreciated how elusive it was, how the beauty of the equation itself would always be frustrated by the attempts to prove it. It was the kind of axiom that could drive you mad, that could consume you, that could easily become an entire life.

But now he knows for certain how true the axiom is, because he himself––his very life––has proven it. The person I was will always be the person I am, he realizes. The context may have changed: he may be in this apartment, and he may have a job that he enjoys and that pays him well, and he may have parents and friends he loves. He may be respected; in court, he may even be feared. But fundamentally, he is the same person, a person who inspires disgust, a person meant to be hated.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“None of them really wanted to listen to someone else’s story anyway; they only wanted to tell their own.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“It is also then that I wish I believed in some sort of life after life, that in another universe, maybe on a small red planet where we have not legs but tails, where we paddle through the atmosphere like seals, where the air itself is sustenance, composed of trillions of molecules of protein and sugar and all one has to do is open one's mouth and inhale in order to remain alive and healthy, maybe you two are there together, floating through the climate. Or maybe he is closer still: maybe he is that gray cat that has begun to sit outside our neighbor's house, purring when I reach out my hand to it; maybe he is that new puppy I see tugging at the end of my other neighbor's leash; maybe he is that toddler I saw running through the square a few months ago, shrieking with joy, his parents huffing after him; maybe he is that flower that suddenly bloomed on the rhododendron bush I thought had died long ago; maybe he is that cloud, that wave, that rain, that mist. It isn't only that he died, or how he died; it is what he died believing. And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“وقالت لي النفس: وأنت ما شأنك بالناس والعالم؟ يا هذا ليس لمصباح الطريق أن يقول: «إن الطريق مظلم.» إنما قوله إذا أراد كلامًا أن يقول: «ها أنا ذا مضيء.»”
― مصطفى صادق الرافعي, وحي القلم

“كأن الأيام دهاليز شحيحة الضوء كابية يقودك الواحد منها الى الآخر فتنقاد، لا تنتظر شيئاً. تمضى وحيداً و ببطء يلازمك ذلك الفأر الذى يقرض خيوط عمرك. تواصل، لا فرح، لا حزن، لا سخط، لا سكينة، لا دهشة أو انتباه، ثم فجأة و على غير المتوقع تبصر ضوئاً تكذِّبه ثم لا تكذِّب، و قد خرجت إلى المدى المفتوح ترى وجه ربك و الشمس و الهواء. من حولك الناس والأصوات متداخلة أليفة تتواصل بالكلام أو بالضحك، ثم تتساءل: هل كان حلماً أو وهماً؟ أين ذهب رنين الأصوات، و المدى المفتوح على أمل يتقد كقرص الشمس في وضح النهار؟ تتساءل وأنت تمشي في دهليزك من جديد.”
― رضوى عاشور | ثلاثية غرناطة

“هل في الزمن النسيان حقا كما يقولون؟ ليس صحيحا. الزمن يجلو الذاكرة كأنه الماء تغمر الذهب فيه، يوما أو ألف عام فتجده في قاع النهر يلتمع.
لا يفسد الماء سوى المعدن الرخيص، يصيب سطحه ساعة فيعلوه الصدأ.
لايسقط الزمن الأصيل في حياة الإنسان. يعلو موجه، صحيح.
يدفع إلى القاع. يغمر ولكنك إذ تغوص تجد شجيرات المرجان الحمراء، وحبات اللؤ اللؤ تتلألأ في المحار. لا يلفظ البحر سوى الطحالب والحقير من القواقع، وغرناطة هناك كاملة التفاصيل مستقرة في القاع، غارقة.”
― رضوى عاشور | ثلاثية غرناطة