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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus

“A hungry dog believes in nothing but meat.”
― Anton Chekhov, The Cherry Orchard

“Please leave me alone. I’m dreaming.”
― Anton Chekhov, The Cherry Orchard

“أنا شخص مثقف، أقرأ شتى الكتب الرائعة، لكني لا أستطيع أبدأ أن أحدد الإتجاة، وما الذي أريده في الواقع، وهل أعيش أم أنتحر!”
― أنطون تشيخوف, The Cherry Orchard

“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women

“It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.”
― Nick Hornby

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
― Edvard Munch

“Love.

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.”
― Pablo Neruda

“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.”
― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

“When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as
the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.”
― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

“كان لكل منا حِزم مختلفة من الأحلام قطفناها من بستان الحياة ,كانت حزمتي من عبير عيش هانئ برفقتك وأنت كانت حزمتك مشعلاَ من الاندفاع والمغامرة توقدها بأحلامك وبوقودها ودخان لهبها تخنق عبيري ليتلاشى”
― ندى الحائك, يحكى أن