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“لا أحاول أن أضيف السخرية .. هي تأتي وحدها ربما لأنني تتلمذت على كتاب الروس قبل الثورة وعلى ( مارك توين ) والساخر الأعظم ( محمد عفيفي ) ”
― أحمد خالد توفيق

“حارٌّ كجمرة
بسيط كالماء
واضح كطلقة مسدَّس
و أريد أن أحيا
ألا يكفي هذا
أيَّتُها الأحجار التي لا تحبُّ الموسيقى؟”
― رياض الصالح الحسين, بسيط كالماء واضح كطلقة مسدس

“قل لي شيئًا أرجوك
اكتبْ أو ارسم أو غنِّ
غنِّ عن الوطن الذي يتألم”
― رياض الصالح الحسين, وعل في الغابة

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أريد أن أمتلك مسدسًا
لأطلق النار على الذئاب
أريد أن أكون ذئبًا
لأفترس مَنْ يطلقون النار

أريد أن أختبئ في زهرة
خوفًا من القاتل
أريد أن يموت القاتل
حينما يرى الأزهار

أريد أن أفتح نافذة
في كل جدار
أريد أن أضع جدارًا
في وجه من يغلقون النوافذ”
― رياض الصالح الحسين

“لستُ من أتباع أي دين، ولا أشعر بالحاجة لأن أصبح كذلك.
وموقفي من هذه المسألة غير مريح لا سيما وأنني لا أشعر بنفسي ملحدًا كذلك. لا أستطيع أن أؤمن بأن السماء فارغة، وبأنه لا يوجد بعد الموت سوى العدم. فماذا يوجد وراء ذلك؟ لا أدري. هل يوجد شيء ما؟ لا علم لي. أرجو ذلك، إنما لا أعرف؛ وأشعر بالريبة إزاء من يدعون المعرفة، سواء كانت أشكال يقينهم دينية أم ملحدة.
إنني في منزلة بين الإيمان وعدم الإيمان مثلما أنا في منزلة بين وطنين، ألاطف هذا وألاطف ذاك، ولا أنتمي لأي منهما. لا أشعر بنفسي غير مؤمن إلا حين أستمع إلى عظة رجل دين؛ ففي كل عظة، وكل إشارة إلى كتاب مقدس، يتمرد عقلي، ويتشتت انتباهي، وتتمتم شفتاي لعنات. غير أني أرتعش في أعماقي حين أحضر مأتمًا علمانيًا، وتتملكني الرغبة بدندنة تراتيل سريانية، أو بيزنطية، أو حتى ترتيلة القربان المقدس القديمة التي يقال إنها من تأليف توما الأكويني.
ذلك هو درب التيه الذي أسلكه في مجال الدين. وبالطبع، أسير فيه وحيدًا، بدون أن أتبع أحدًا، وبدون أن أدعو أحدًا لأن يتبعني.”
― أمين معلوف, التائ��ون

“إذا قرأت "قراءة فعلية" أربعين كتابا حقيقيا خلال عشرين عاما ، فبوسعك مواجهة العالم”
― أمين معلوف

“غالباً ما يدور الحديث عن سحر الكتب و لا يقال بما فيه الكفاية إن هذا السحر مزدوج؛ فهناك سحر قراءتها و هناك سحر الحديث عنها”
― أمين معلوف, التائ��ون

“أنا لم أرحل إلى أي مكان، بل لقد رحل البلد.”
― أمين معلوف, التائ��ون

“- هل أنت واثق أن حياة الانسان تبدأ بولادته؟”
― أمين معلوف

“أنتِ محقّة يا أدريانا
أنا حثالة
أنا من السفلة
أنا قاتل
وفي زمن الحرب .. تحتاج الأمة إلى حثالتها
تحتاج إلى أوباشها .. إلى قتلتها
تحتاج إلى الذين يلطخون أيديهم لكي تبقى يداكِ نظيفتان”
― أمين معلوف, الأم أدريانا

“لا أطلب من الله أن يجنبني المصائب، أطلب إليه فقط أن يجنبني القنوط.اطمئن،فعندما يتخلى الله عنك بيد يمسكك بالأخرى”
― أمين معلوف

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

“Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud.”
― Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter

“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.”
― Washington Irving

“But depression wasn't the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at all humanity and human endeavor from the dawn of time. The writhing loathsomeness of the biological order. Old age, sickness, death. No escape for anyone. Even the beautiful ones were like soft fruit about to spoil. And yet somehow people still kept fucking and breeding and popping out new fodder for the grave, producing more and more new beings to suffer like this was some kind of redemptive, or good, or even somehow morally admirable thing: dragging more innocent creatures into the lose-lose game. Squirming babies and plodding, complacent, hormone-drugged moms. Oh, isn't he cute? Awww. Kids shouting and skidding in the playground with no idea what future Hells await them: boring jobs and ruinous mortgages and bad marriages and hair loss and hip replacements and lonely cups of coffee in an empty house and a colostomy bag at the hospital. Most people seemed satisfied with the thin decorative glaze and the artful stage lighting that sometimes, made the bedrock atrocity of the human predicament look somewhat more mysterious or less abhorrent. People gambled and golfed and planted gardens and traded stocks and had sex and bought new cars and practiced yoga and worked and prayed and redecorated their homes and got worked up over the news and fussed over their children and gossiped about their neighbors and pored over restaurant reviews and founded charitable organizations and supported political candidates and attended the U.S. Open and dined and travelled and distracted themselves with all kinds of gadgets and devices, flooding themselves incessantly with information and texts and communication and entertainment from every direction to try to make themselves forget it: where we were, what we were. But in a strong light there was no good spin you could put on it. It was rotten from top to bottom.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“People who say “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me�� don’t understand how words can be stones, hard and sharp-edged and dangerous and capable of doing so much more harm than anything physical.”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame

“We were halfway through our first joint when we heard Tom's footsteps coming down the stairs.
'Shhhh... Shhhh!'
The footsteps approached my door.
Silence.
And then a piece of A4 paper appeared under my door.
Neither of us said a word as I crept over and picked it up. It was a drawing of two stick men, each with a massive joint in their hand. And written underneath were the words 'Rule Breakers'.”
― Dougie Poynter, McFly: Unsaid Things... Our Story

“You are a terrible liar. You do want this. Just as badly as I do.��
My mouth opened, but no words came out.
“You want this as badly as you want to go to ALA this winter.��
Now my jaw was on the floor. “You don’t even know what ALA is!��
“American Library Association midwinter event,�� he said, grinning proudly. “Saw you obsessing over it on your blog before you got sick. I’m pretty sure you said you’d give up your firstborn child to go.��
Yeah, I kind of did say that.
Daemon eyes flashed. “Anyway, back to the whole you wanting me part.��
I shook my head, dumbfounded.
“You do want me.��
Taking a deep breath, I struggled with my temper�� and my amusement. “You are way too confident.��
“I’m confident enough to wager a bet.��
“You can’t be serious.��
He grinned. “I bet that by New Year’s Day, you will have admitted that you’re madly, deeply, and irrevocably—��
“Wow. Want to throw another adverb out there?�� My cheeks were burning.
“How about irresistibly?��
I rolled my eyes and muttered, “I’m surprised you know what an adverb is.��
“Stop distracting me, Kitten. Back to my bet—by New Year’s Day, you’ll have admitted that you’re madly, deeply, irrevocably, and irresistibly in love with me.��
Stunned, I choked on my laugh.
“And that you dream about me.�� He released my arm and folded his, cocking an eyebrow. “I bet you’ll even admit that. Probably even show me your notebook with my name circled in hearts—��
“Oh, for the love of God…��
Daemon winked. “It’s on.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“think when it's all over it just comes back in flashes, you know? It's like a kaleidoscope of memories; it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It's not really anything he said, or anything he did ― it was the feeling that came along with it. Crazy thing is, I don't know if I'm ever going to feel that way again. But I don't know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, 'How can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you?' Maybe he knew that when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him. It was losing me.”
― Taylor Swift

“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

“I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.”
― David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“He who joyfully marches to music rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, senseless brutality, deplorable love-of-country stance and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be part of so base an action! It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.”
― Albert Einstein

“It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.
To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“We must make the building of a free society once more an intellectual adventure, a deed of courage.... Unless we can make the philosophic foundations of a free society once more a living intellectual issue, and its implementation a task which challenges the ingenuity and imagination of our liveliest minds, the prospects of freedom are indeed dark. But if we can regain that belief in the power of ideas which was the mark of liberalism at its best, the battle is not lost.”
― Friedrich August von Hayek

“It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.”
― Albert Einstein

“For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination. We learned to talk and we learned to listen. Speech has allowed the communication of ideas, enabling human beings to work together to build the impossible. Mankind's greatest achievements have come about by talking, and its greatest failures by not talking. It doesn't have to be like this. Our greatest hopes could become reality in the future. With the technology at our disposal, the possibilities are unbounded. All we need to do is make sure we keep talking.”
― Stephen Hawking

“Anyone who thinks sitting in church can make you a Christian must also think that sitting in a garage can make you a car.”
― Garrison Keillor

“Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age. They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we’re feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we’re feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Use your intellect to guide you, and you will end up putting people
off. Rely on your emotions, and you will forever be pushed around.
Force your will on others, and you will live in constant tension. There
is no getting around it—people are hard to live with.”
― Natsume Sōseki

“What a blessing it is to love books as I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!”
― Thomas Babington Macaulay, The Selected Letters of Thomas Babington Macaulay