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“لا تحملي ذكراك.
دعيها وحيدة في صدري.
ارتعاش لكرز أبيض،
في عذاب كانون الثاني.
يفصلني عن الأموات”
― فدريكو جارسيا لوركا / Federico Garcia Lorca

“لا أنحني
إلا لأحضن موطني
أنا صدر أمِّ مرضع تحنو ، وجبهةُ مؤمنِ .”
― أدونيس

“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”
― D.H. Lawrence, The Complete Poems of D.H. Lawrence

“Life is but a day;
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree’s summit.”
― John Keats, The Complete Poems

“- لا أحبك َ إلا لأني كرهتكَ يوماً ,
أيها الواحد المتعدد في جِسمه .
آه ما أعمقَ الحبَ - كرهاً ,
آه ما أعمقَ الكُرهَ - حباً !”
― أدونيس

“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
― E.E. Cummings

“We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

- The Hollow Men”
― T.S. Eliot, Poems: 1909-1925

“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

“Not the old, not the new, but the necessary.”
― Tristan Tzara

“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

“Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.”
― Robert Frost

“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

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

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
― H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

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

“يا قاتلي : إنّي صفحت عنك ..
في اللّحظة التي استرحت بعدها منّي :
استرحت منك !
لكنّني .. أوصيك إن تشأ شنق الجميع
أن ترحم الشّجر !
لا تقطع الجذوع كي تنصبها مشانقا
لا تقطع الجذوع
فربّما يأتي الربيع
" و العام عام جوع "
فلن تشم في الفروع .. نكهة الثمر !
وربّما يمرّ في بلادنا الصيف الخطر
فتقطع الصحراء . باحثا عن الظلال
فلا ترى سوى الهجير و الرمال و الهجير و الرمال
و الظمأ الناريّ في الضلوع !
يا سيّد الشواهد البيضاء في الدجى ..
يا قيصر الصقيع !”
― أمل دنقل, البكاء بين يدي زرقاء اليمامة

“كيف أقصيكِ عن النار وفي صدرك الرغبة أن تحترقى ؟!”
― أمل دنقل

“آه من في غد سوف يرفع هامته؟
غير من طأطأوا حين أزَّ الرصاص؟
-ومن سوف يخطب - في ساحة الشهداء
سوى الجبناء؟
ومن سوف يغوى الأرامل؟
إلا الذي
سيؤول إليه خراج المدينة!!؟”
― أمل دنقل

“دوماً .. دوماً .. يابستانَ لوعتي
جسدكِ يهربُ مني دوماً
الدم في عروقكِ وسط فمي
وفمكِ دونَ نورٍ يرقبُ موتي.”
― فدريكو جارسيا لوركا / Federico Garcia Lorca

“لم تكن تبكي على أحد، ولكن من مفاتنها بكت:
هل كل هذا السحر لي وحدي
أما من شاعر عندي
يقاسمني فراغ التخت في مجدي؟
ويقطف من سياج أنوثتي ما فاض من وردي؟
أما من شاعر يغوي حليب الليل في نهدي؟
أنا الأولى
أنا الأخرى
وحدي زاد عن حدي
وبعدي تركض الغزلان في الكلمات
لا قبلي... ولا بعدي”
― محمود درويش, جدارية

“ناقص حته
وكل ما أوزن
ألاقي لسه
ناقصلي حته
أحط حته
تقل حته
وأجيب قميص
تضيع چاكته
وأعيش لي ساعة
يفوتني سته
وكل ما أوزن
ألاقي ناقص
أقول بناقص
لو هي حته
أتاري لسه
ولسه تاخد
سنين وحته
وحاجات تسيبني
وحاجات تاخدني
لحاجات تخبط
في كل حته
وأقول ها نفرح
ف يوم
ها نفرح
ويوم مانفرح
علي الله يفضل
في القلب حته”
― علي سلامة, ناقص حتة

“من أمتيازات العقل الأعلى أن يسيطر على العقل الأدني إن لم يكن عقلك دونياً لا يجب أن تخشى من السيطرة”
― حسين البرغوثي, الضوء الأزرق

“يا نوم بين جوانحي أمل ...لم أدر ، قبلك أنه أمل”
― بدر شاكر السياب, أزهار وأساطير

“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?”
― Richard Dawkins, Unweaving the Rainbow: Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder

“Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
― Pablo Neruda

“But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.”
― Pablo Neruda

“لقد كان ثقيلاً، هذا العار، في أن نكون بشرا، كالذين دمّروا ومن أبادوا.”
― بابلو نيرودا