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  • #1
    أبو العلاء المعري
    “أرى جيلَ التصوفِ شرَّ جيلٍ
    فقل لهم، وأَهْوِنْ بالحُلولِ
    أقال اللهُ حين عشقتموهُ:
    كلوا أكلَ البهائمِ وارقصوا لي؟!”
    أبو العلاء المعري

  • #2
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #4
    Sylvia Plath
    “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #5
    Sylvia Plath
    “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #6
    Sylvia Plath
    “And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
    sylvia plath

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #9
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #10
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #11
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “There are no facts, only interpretations.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #12
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #13
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #14
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #15
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #16
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
    how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

  • #17
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?”
    Friedrich Nietzsche



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