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“People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“Tell me,' he said, 'what is this thing about time? Why is it better to be late than early? People are always saying, we must wait. What are they waiting for?”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“Seven times have I despised my soul: The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?”
― Khalil Gibran

“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“A poet is a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“If I were to choose between the power of writing a poem and the ecstasy of a poem unwritten, I would choose the ecstasy. It is better poetry.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain. We often sing lullabies to our children that we ourselves may sleep. All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“A great singer is he who sings our silences”
― Kahlil Gibran

“A madman is not less a musician than you or myself; only the instrument on which he plays is a little out of tune.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.”
― Khalil Gibran

“If the Milky Way were not within me how should I have seen it or known it?”
― Kahlil Gibran

“As an artist you organize your life so that you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no guarantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunt by the idea you're wasting your life.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“There's nothing special in the world. Nothing magic. Just physics.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“ولأننا محملون بقدر كبير من الغباء,لانرتاح إلا إذا كسرنا أجمل الأشياء فينا”
― واسيني الأعرج, طوق الياسمين

“She does not love you.
Your metaphors thrill her
you are her poet.
But that's all there's to it.

from “She Does Not Love You”
― Mahmoud Darwish, A River Dies of Thirst: Journals

“Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Almond Blossoms and Beyond

“In a world that has no heaven the earth becomes an abyss.
And the poem is one of its consolation prizes.
One of the qualities of the winds, north or south”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Almond Blossoms and Beyond

“I'll search in mythology and archeology
and in every -ology to my old name.
one of the goddesses of Canaan will side with me,
then swear with a flash of lightning.
This is my orphan son”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Almond Blossoms and Beyond

“I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“Where can I write my latest account of the body's incarnation?
It's the end of what was bound to end! Where is that which ends?
Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“I prepare my portrait for my woman to hang on a wall when I die.
she says: Is there a wall to hang it on?
I say: We'll build a room for it. Where? In any house.”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“Please take your time. I want you to kill me slowly so I can write my last
poem to my wife's heart. They laughed, and took from me
only the words dedicated to my wife's heart.”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“I know who opens the door to the jasmine tree
as it makes our dreams blossom for the evening's guests.”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“I love you so, you are so much yourself!
He is so afraid of his soul:
no "I" now but she. She is now within me.
And no "she" now but only my fragile "I"
At the end of this song, how much I fear that my dream
may not see its dream in her.”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“No one has arrived. Leave me there
as you would leave a myth with any person who sees you
until he cries and rushes into himself, afraid of happiness.”
― Mahmoud Darwish

“Be my lover between two wars waged in the mirror, she said.
I don't want to return now to the fortress of my father's house.
Take me to your vineyard.
Let me meet your mother.
Perfume me with basil water.
Arrange me on silver dishes, comb me,
imprison me in your name,
let love kill me.”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

“The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read.
They taught me I had a language in heaven
and another language on earth.”
― Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems