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  • #1
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #2
    Franz Kafka
    “I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #3
    ميلان كونديرا
    “تخيّل أنك عشت في عالم ليس فيه مرايا . كنت ستحلم بوجهك ، كنت ستتخيله كنوع من الإنعكاس الخارجي لما هو داخلك . بعد ذلك ، افرض أنهم وضعوا أمامك مرآة و أنت في الأربعين من عمرك . تخيّل جزعك . كنت سترى وجهاً غريباً تماماً . و كنت ستفهم بصورة جليّة ما ترفض الإقرار به : وجهك ليس أنتَ”
    ميلان كونديرا

  • #4
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #5
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #6
    Elbert Hubbard
    “A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.”
    Elbert Hubbard

  • #7
    Elif Shafak
    “هكذا هي الحياة. فعندما تخبر أحدهم الحقيقة ، فأنه يكرهك. وكلما تحدثت عن الحب، ازدادت كراهيته لك.”
    Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love

  • #8
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #9
    “ولما لم تكن لدي جذور في أي مكان، أصبح لدي العالم كله أطوف في أرجائه.”
    إليف شافاق, The Forty Rules of Love

  • #10
    “هو وأنا منفصلان الآن والمكان لا يجمعنا .. لكن كلاًّ منّا نور، والنوران امتزجا”
    إحسان ملائكة, جلال الدين الرومي صائغ النفوس

  • #11
    “خيل اليك انه لم يعد بوسعك مواصلة الحياة .. يخيل اليك أن نور روحك قد انطفأ .. وأنك ستعيش في الظلام الي الأبد .. لكن عندما يبتلعك هذا الظلام الدامس .. عندما تطبق عيناك علي العالم .. تفتح عين ثالثة في قلبك .. عندها فقط تدرك أن البصر يتناقض مع المعرفة الداخلية .. فلا يمكن لعين أن تري بوضوح وبحدة مثل عين العشق .. وبعد الحزن يأتي فصل اخر .. واد اخر .. أنت اخر .. وتبدأ برؤية الحبيب الذي لا يمكن أن تجده في أي مكان .. تراه في كل مكان”
    اليف شافاق قواعد العشق الأربعون

  • #12
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #13
    William W. Purkey
    “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

  • #14
    T.H. White
    “The bravest people are the ones who don’t mind looking like cowards.”
    T.H. White, The Once and Future King

  • #15
    Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another What! You
    “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

  • #16
    Virginia Woolf
    “When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #17
    Virginia Woolf
    “I am rooted, but I flow.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #18
    Ned Vizzini
    “I don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.”
    Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

  • #19
    Madeline Miller
    “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #20
    Stephen Chbosky
    “It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #21
    Virginia Woolf
    “Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #22
    Virginia Woolf
    “Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that – everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #23
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #24
    Dylan Thomas
    “Do not go gentle into that good night,
    Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
    Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

  • #25
    Nina LaCour
    “I don't want to hurt you or anybody so please forget about me. Just try. Find yourself a better friend.”
    Nina LaCour, Hold Still

  • #26
    Ned Vizzini
    “Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.”
    Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

  • #27
    Ned Vizzini
    “I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.”
    Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

  • #28
    Ned Vizzini
    “Things to do today:
    1) Breathe in.
    2) Breathe out.”
    Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

  • #29
    Stephen Fry
    “It's not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.”
    Stephen Fry, Moab Is My Washpot

  • #30
    Becky Albertalli
    “He tells me to pick the music. I’m not sure if he knows that handing me his iPod is like handing me the window to his soul.”
    Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda



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